Sunday, April 26, 2009

His Plans...

The spring for home schooling moms is a time of planning, preparing and most of all praying ~ committing anew our children, their educations, and their futures to the Lord.


It's not all up to me
is such a relief to my mind
He has a plan and I will gladly submit

Their future does not demand
that I, all the answers have
He has a plan and I will gladly submit

Every course, every topic
I, an expert don't have to be
He has a plan and I will gladly submit

The gaps that I leave
I know that He will fill
He has a plan and I will gladly submit

My part is to pray
to seek and to trust
He has a plan and I will gladly submit

He knows their futures and holds them in His hand
He loves them more that I could ever dream
He has a plan and I will gladly submit
*jb*

Isa.30:21~Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it."

Saturday, April 18, 2009

~Intertwining~


For my friendship with LouLou
with Christi
with Helen
with Gwenn
with Joann
with Kimberly
with Gretchen
with Kim
with Janet
and others with whom You will intertwine
my vine along the way ~
my God, my heart is overwhelmed!


Two vines in a garden planted
Nurtured, pruned and loved
Growing separate from each other
Cared for from above

One day the Gardner has a vision
These vines should be close by
So He uproots them in His wisdom
They each begin to cry

“Gardner, I was growing well!
Why move me at this time?”
“Because a new thing I will do.
You just trust and climb.”

And so the little vines, there planted
In this strange new place
Put down their roots and grip the wall
And climb up toward His face

The crevices upon the wall
Seem their paths to be directing
Some jagged others very deep
Who was ever suspecting?

He planted them just where He did
And set them on these ways
So in His time they’d grow close by
And simply be amazed

The vines though separate at their roots
Began to intertwine
Each seeking always, only His face
He was doing a work sublime

The beauty of these vines together
Only the Gardner could foresee
He trims and prunes and guides their paths
Together and separately

He has promised if they seek Him
They each will find Him near
A thing of beauty ~ unexpected
A friendship, oh so dear

Thank You for the plan of uprooting
Thank You for the jags on the wall
Your path, Your way we are seeking
Your will ~ that is all

*jb*

my friends…
“I pray that Christ will be more and more at home in your heart as you trust in Him. May your roots go down deep into the soil of God’s marvelous love.” Eph. 3:17

“Let your roots grow down into Him and draw up nourishment from Him, so you will grow in faith, strong and vigorous in the truth you were taught. Let your lives overflow with thanksgiving for all He has done.”

Friday, April 17, 2009

my needing heart...


"they made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I have neglected." song of songs 1:6

"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls." matthew 11:28-29

my needing heart is searching for a place where it belongs
tossing to and fro with little rest

the aching deep within me ~ unrest is so strong
searching for a place where it belongs

hold me tight, my Father!
speak words of care to me
my wounds soothe with love and gentle ways

longing for Your touch to ease my very soul
You alone the healing that i need


*jb*
photo from:www.winescores.ca

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

discernment and trusting...

The KEYS schedule of classes has come out! Some of my friends and I are praying about which classes to sign our children up to take next year. So many good things from which to choose, but the challenge is knowing what of these good things is best - that means for each child - as an individual, for our pocketbook - as a family, for our time - as good stewards - I am trusting that the Lord will make clear what is best. I am praying for discernment that, as Charles Spurgeon said, "is not a matter of simply telling the difference between right and wrong; rather, it is telling the difference between right and almost right." I feel like this every spring when thinking about the next fall, and the Lord is always so faithful to lead! So, my place is to pray and wait! How often, in the Christian walk, is that just what He wants me to do?!

Monday, April 13, 2009

who has the sweetest sister in the whole wide world?










I DO! I DO! I DO!!!
Happy Birthday!!!! Lou Ann, Auntie Lou, Lou Lou....my best sister and friend!!! ANGEL!!!

Saturday, April 11, 2009

may your heart be filled with gladness...


Matthew 28:6
He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.

Friday, April 10, 2009

excerpts from Charles Spurgeon's sermon...

The Believing Thief
A Sermon
(No. 2078)
Delivered on Lord's-day Morning, April 7th, 1889,
C. H. SPURGEON,
At the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington


"And he said unto Jesus, Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom. And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, To day shalt thou be with me in paradise."—Luke 23:42-43.

…The story of the salvation of the dying thief is a standing instance of the power of Christ to save, and of his abundant willingness to receive all that come to him, in whatever plight they may be…The case of the dying thief is much more similar to our conversion than it is dissimilar; in point of fact, his case may be regarded as typical, rather than as an extraordinary incident. So I shall use it at this time. May the Holy Spirit speak through it to the encouragement of those who are ready to despair!
Remember, beloved friends, that our Lord Jesus, at the time he saved this malefactor, was at his lowest. His glory had been ebbing out in Gethsemane, and before Caiaphas, and Herod, and Pilate; but it had now reached the utmost low-water mark. Stripped of his garments, and nailed to the cross, our Lord was mocked by a ribald crowd, and was dying in agony: then was he "numbered with the transgressors," and made as the offscouring of all things. Yet, while in that condition, he achieved this marvellous deed of grace. Behold the wonder wrought by the Saviour when emptied of all his glory, and hanged up a spectacle of shame upon the brink of death! How certain is it it that he can do great wonders of mercy now, seeing that he has returned unto his glory, and sitteth upon the throne of light! "He is able to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them." If a dying Saviour saved the thief, my argument is, that he can do even more now that he liveth and reigneth. All power is given unto him in heaven and in earth; can anything at this present time surpass the power of his grace?
It is not only the weakness of our Lord which makes the salvation of the penitent thief memorable; it is the fact that the dying malefactor saw it before his very eyes. Can you put yourself into his place, and suppose yourself to be looking upon one who hangs in agony upon a cross? Could you readily believe him to be the Lord of glory, who would soon come to his kingdom? That was no mean faith which, at such a moment, could believe in Jesus as Lord and King. If the apostle Paul were here, and wanted to add a New Testament chapter to the eleventh of Hebrews, he might certainly commence his instances of remarkable faith with this thief, who believed in a crucified, derided, and dying Christ, and cried to him as to one whose kingdom would surely come. The thief's faith was the more remarkable because he was himself in great pain, and bound to die. It is not easy to exercise confidence when you are tortured with deadly anguish. Our own rest of mind has at times been greatly hindered by pain of body. When we are the subjects of acute suffering it is not easy to exhibit that faith which we fancy we possess at other times. This man, suffering as he did, and seeing the Saviour in so sad a state, nevertheless believed unto life eternal. Herein was such faith as is seldom seen.

*please take time to read the entire sermon at -
http://www.ccel.org/ccel/spurgeon/sermons35.iii.html

It Was For Me…











I cannot fathom, Father,
This thing You did for me
To send Your precious Son
His life leading to a tree

She loved Him as we do our own
Born in a manger – simple
Holding Him in her arms
Counting each sweet baby dimple

Toddling around their home
Growing in stature and favor
You watching from above
Each moment of His life being savored

Yet You knew all the while
Why to this place He came
And He, Father, knew it too
A trial – a tree – and pain

Yet, onward He always headed
And as He grew to be a man
He chose friends, imperfect like us
Submitting Himself to Your plan

He spoke and taught and healed
Did miracles, gave of His time
Many He called who followed
Many remained spiritually blind

They did not comprehend
And I wonder, how much do we
As the One in whom they placed hope
Was now hanging for all to see

Yet still, His hope He offered
Promising one eternal life
Forgiving all the others
Amidst their hate and strife

His mother at His feet
Weeping as they mocked and damned
His Father from above
For us, sacrificing His Lamb

Gently, they took Him down
Our King, the Savior of men
His body then placed in a tomb
Guards sent to seal Him in

But NOTHING could hold our Lord!
That beautiful, glorious day
Our Savior, the conquering One
Very Creator of the ground where He lay

It was for me He came to this earth
It was for me He hung on that tree
It was for me He came bursting forth
Oh, how my Savior loves me!



*jb* Easter week 2009

Friday, April 3, 2009

My Heart Laid Open…

Sam is reading Do Hard Things in his small group. It's REALLY hard to do hard things! Fear of misunderstanding, poor communication, hurt ~ all this tempts us not to do hard things! But when the right thing is the hard thing - that's when the Lord can truly step in and it be about Him and His glory!


It’s all a messy jumble to me
That I don’t understand
Is it really worth the effort now
To try and find Your plan?

I wearies me, just to think of it
And seems an impossible task
But You, my God, can untangle it
And make it smooth as glass

So help me push and persevere
And not give up inside
Though it hurts right now and seems unclear
Teach me to rest and abide

When boldness is required of me
Lord, help me to be bold
When meekness is the better way
Help me my tongue to hold

Willing for it to be all my fault
But knowing that’s not the case
Let me not be frozen for fear of pain
O, how I cry out for grace

Each tear You catch and save I know
Aware of all these feelings
Help me to trust You have a plan
That will lead to true love and healing

Forgive ~ go on to abundant life
A deep place we’ve not been
Where all the tears are wiped away
And we begin again


*jb*


Psalm 56:8
You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.

Rev. 21:3-4
I heard a loud shout from the throne, saying, “Look, God’s home is now among his people! He will live with them, and they will be his people. God himself will be with them. He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.”

Thursday, April 2, 2009

may i be found kneeling...


I'm re-reading a book I really like called They Found the Secret. I was reading the chapter about Amy Carmichael who was a missionary in India. Amazing lady! Anyway, in her heart, she knew she was being called, as she put it, "by the Lover of little children" to rescue girls from the temples (and later boys too). The other missionaries in India at that time were not very supportive of her efforts. This book tells that "of this she wrote, 'Sometimes it was as if I saw the Lord Jesus Christ kneeling alone, as He knelt long ago under the olive trees. The trees were tamarind now, the tamarinds that I see as I look up from this writing. And the only thing that one who cared could do, was to go softly and kneel down beside Him, so that He would not be alone in His sorrow over the little children.'"

Oh, that I may be found kneeling beside Him. Sympathetic and compassionate to the things that move Him and cause Him sorrow. What a comfort to know He is interceding for us even now, and for our friends, that we may join Him in His intercession!