Wednesday, January 19, 2011

It is no Secret what God can do!

My mom used to sing this to me.  Just imagine the confidence in God that gave me in what God was and wanted to do in my life!  Those foundations of faith hearing those songs planted in my heart?  No wonder Psalms is such a comfort to us.

The Word continues to be a source of strength and comfort to me.  It is where I choose to find my identity!

Psalm 28:7 (NIV) The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him. 

Psalm 40:3 (NIV) He put a new song in my mouth,  a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the LORD and put their trust in him. 

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Let my words be few.

I was thinking about the addage that fool should keep his mouth closed and let everyone guess if he is one, rather than opening it and proving that he is.

Psalm 19:14 (New International Version, ©2010)

 14 May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart
   be pleasing in your sight,
   LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

My help comes from the Lord!

Psalm 121 NIV version

A song of ascents.
 1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
   where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
   the Maker of heaven and earth.
 3 He will not let your foot slip—
   he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
   will neither slumber nor sleep.
 5 The LORD watches over you—
   the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
   nor the moon by night.
 7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
   he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
   both now and forevermore.

Friday, December 31, 2010

The weather exhibits my emotions right now.

Funny how the rainy weather seems so appropriate as we move into the New Year.  I always like how it washes away the dirt, not just covers it up like snow.  What can wash away my sins?  Nothing but the blood of Jesus!  What can make me whole again?  Nothing but the blood of Jesus!  O precious is the flow, that washes white as snow.  No other fount I know.  Nothing but the blood of Jesus!