Thursday, May 10, 2007
New Blog
Hi everyone. I moved my blog to a wordpress blog @ www.holyspirithelp.wordpress.com Come and visit me there!
New Blog
Hi everyone. I moved my blog to a wordpress blog @ www.holyspirithelp.wordpress.com Come and visit me there!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
My Fathers Eyes By Eric Clapton
Speaking about Rock N' Roll
Sailing down behind the sun,Waiting for my prince to come.Praying for the healing rainTo restore my soul again.Just a toerag on the run.How did I get here?What have I done?When will all my hopes arise?How will I know him?When I look in my father's eyes.My father's eyes.When I look in my father's eyes.My father's eyes.Then the light begins to shineAnd I hear those ancient lullabies.And as I watch this seedling grow,Feel my heart start to overflow.Where do I find the words to say?How do I teach him?What do we play?Bit by bit, I've realizedThat's when I need them,That's when I need my father's eyes.My father's eyes.That's when I need my father's eyes.My father's eyes.Then the jagged edge appearsThrough the distant clouds of tears.I'm like a bridge that was washed away;My foundations were made of clay.As my soul slides down to die.How could I lose him?What did I try?Bit by bit, I've realizedThat he was here with me;I looked into my father's eyes.My father's eyes.I looked into my father's eyes.My father's eyes.My father's eyes.My father's eyes.I looked into my father's eyes.My father's eyes.
Sailing down behind the sun,Waiting for my prince to come.Praying for the healing rainTo restore my soul again.Just a toerag on the run.How did I get here?What have I done?When will all my hopes arise?How will I know him?When I look in my father's eyes.My father's eyes.When I look in my father's eyes.My father's eyes.Then the light begins to shineAnd I hear those ancient lullabies.And as I watch this seedling grow,Feel my heart start to overflow.Where do I find the words to say?How do I teach him?What do we play?Bit by bit, I've realizedThat's when I need them,That's when I need my father's eyes.My father's eyes.That's when I need my father's eyes.My father's eyes.Then the jagged edge appearsThrough the distant clouds of tears.I'm like a bridge that was washed away;My foundations were made of clay.As my soul slides down to die.How could I lose him?What did I try?Bit by bit, I've realizedThat he was here with me;I looked into my father's eyes.My father's eyes.I looked into my father's eyes.My father's eyes.My father's eyes.My father's eyes.I looked into my father's eyes.My father's eyes.
Spring Cleaning A Different Way
I am enjoying getting our closets decluttered(again) It feels so good to have things orderly and functional. It makes things easier to keep up and much more pleasant to be living in. I have enjoyed a break through as well in the" how to handle others clutter" situation. I am one of those people who feels like there is a big grey cloud hanging over my head when I am in undone stuff. I understand that there are many people who find that extra stuff lying around is not an issue for them in the least. In our family there are some of both types- the "clutter affected people" and the "clutter non affected people". Well it has been interesting as I have been able to gain some positive forward momentum yet again. Years ago I would get all upset and try to fight for things to be a certain way. Then I got to the point that I chose the people in my life over the state the house was in. This is fine if I was not so affected by the clutter. The dangerous part of this way of coping is if I am stuffing down my emotions and feeling helpless to create positive change in an area of life that is upsetting for me. Yes the state of the house is not more important to me than the people in my life but it dose affect me especially over years and years of clutter. Emotion stuffed down and feeling helpless can lead to despair and depression which can be just as damaging to the relationships in our lives as fighting and anger can. Both ways separate us from the kind of relationships Christ Jesus calls us to live in. So this time I am taking all the built up clutter that others are not ready to go through yet and they do not want me to do it for them and I am packing it all up and putting it all in one room in the basement. This way I do not have to see it every time I open a closet. It allows for more functional living space on the main and up stairs and I am not stepping over someone elses' boundaries or need to handle or not handle things in a different manner. It is not the perfect solution but it is an improvement and the respect of all individuals in our home is kept intact without me living in a state of despair that things are not being looked after. So I guess this non perfect solution turns out to be more perfect than what I think would be far more effective way of handling clutter. Too cool. I love it. But if you come over and closets are cluttered again please realize I am learning in baby steps and we are a big family. But we love each other and we are growing in Christ bit by bit.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Them Bones Them Bones Them Dry Bones They're The Working Of The Lord
God grabbed me. God's Spirit took me up and set me down in the middle of an open plain strewn with bones. He led me around and among them—a lot of bones! There were bones all over the plain—dry bones, bleached by the sun.
He said to me, "Son of man, can these bones live?"
I said, "Master God, only you know that."
He said to me, "Prophesy over these bones: 'Dry bones, listen to the Message of God!'"
God, the Master, told the dry bones, "Watch this: I'm bringing the breath of life to you and you'll come to life. I'll attach sinews to you, put meat on your bones, cover you with skin, and breathe life into you. You'll come alive and you'll realize that I am God!"
I prophesied just as I'd been commanded. As I prophesied, there was a sound and, oh, rustling! The bones moved and came together, bone to bone. I kept watching. Sinews formed, then muscles on the bones, then skin stretched over them. But they had no breath in them.
He said to me, "Prophesy to the breath. Prophesy, son of man. Tell the breath, 'God, the Master, says, Come from the four winds. Come, breath. Breathe on these slain bodies. Breathe life!'"
So I prophesied, just as he commanded me. The breath entered them and they came alive! They stood up on their feet, a huge army.
Then God said to me, "Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. Listen to what they're saying: 'Our bones are dried up, our hope is gone, there's nothing left of us.'
"Therefore, prophesy. Tell them, 'God, the Master, says: I'll dig up your graves and bring you out alive—O my people! Then I'll take you straight to the land of Israel. When I dig up graves and bring you out as my people, you'll realize that I am God. I'll breathe my life into you and you'll live. Then I'll lead you straight back to your land and you'll realize that I am God. I've said it and I'll do it. God's Decree.'"
Ezekiel 37:1-14 (The Message)
He said to me, "Son of man, can these bones live?"
I said, "Master God, only you know that."
He said to me, "Prophesy over these bones: 'Dry bones, listen to the Message of God!'"
God, the Master, told the dry bones, "Watch this: I'm bringing the breath of life to you and you'll come to life. I'll attach sinews to you, put meat on your bones, cover you with skin, and breathe life into you. You'll come alive and you'll realize that I am God!"
I prophesied just as I'd been commanded. As I prophesied, there was a sound and, oh, rustling! The bones moved and came together, bone to bone. I kept watching. Sinews formed, then muscles on the bones, then skin stretched over them. But they had no breath in them.
He said to me, "Prophesy to the breath. Prophesy, son of man. Tell the breath, 'God, the Master, says, Come from the four winds. Come, breath. Breathe on these slain bodies. Breathe life!'"
So I prophesied, just as he commanded me. The breath entered them and they came alive! They stood up on their feet, a huge army.
Then God said to me, "Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. Listen to what they're saying: 'Our bones are dried up, our hope is gone, there's nothing left of us.'
"Therefore, prophesy. Tell them, 'God, the Master, says: I'll dig up your graves and bring you out alive—O my people! Then I'll take you straight to the land of Israel. When I dig up graves and bring you out as my people, you'll realize that I am God. I'll breathe my life into you and you'll live. Then I'll lead you straight back to your land and you'll realize that I am God. I've said it and I'll do it. God's Decree.'"
Ezekiel 37:1-14 (The Message)
Isn't this Scripture verse amazing! What a miracle. Can you imagine being the one who was privileged to experience this. Right before your very eyes these old dried up bones come back to life. I love this. I can relate to this. Every time Jesus helps me overcome a block in my life- an area that I kept getting stuck and then I am able to move forward makes me feel like my old bones are coming to life. Can anyone else relate to this? Wow Christ is eternal life and He is real life here on earth as well. The Living Word (the Scriptures put into action through our lives) is such a precious gift. Thank you Jesus.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Real Or Memorex?
original picture
Well what in the world are we looking at? My son (14) altered this picture in a few minutes with our old computer. Where is our reality check if all we see are altered images of people. It is no wonder how north american culture can get so "caught up" in looks. My heart fears for the generations to come for I think it is only going to get harder to differentiate between reality and fantasy as time and technology advance. Oh Lord Jesus protect us, guide us, and give us eyes to see true beauty. Let our hearts and minds discern between Truth and fiction. Mostly Lord let our lives and the lives of our children stay fixed on your beauty and purpose. Forever and ever I pray this in the name of Christ Jesus. Amen. (PS note- in the "unaltered" picture I am wearing make-up so even that is not necessarily reality)
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