I got up this morning with the realization that today is a rare day at home for me. Nowhere to go all day long. That has become quite the rarity. Being Wednesday, I am looking forward to having guests for supper. Today, though, is the day I decided I would prepare food fitting for Thanksgiving. Yes, turkey, dressing, potatoes, green beans with cheesecake in the oven. Ah, and let's not forget the cranberry sauce for The Son-in-Law and me.
I decided I would be organized and I am happy to report to you that I am. I was able to sit for a while with my devotion and Bible and read about Peter and Jesus walking on the water. I thought about storms of life and how one has to walk by faith, not by sight. Pretty soon after that devotion I got a text from a dear one asking prayer for some testing for her husband next week. I have a dear friend, too, who is having surgery now as I type. I was thinking about prayer and specifically my own and wondered if my prayers ever got higher than the ceiling. I kept pondering that as I worked around here in the kitchen.
I then chose to leave the television off and put on some CDs. The first I have chosen here is by Alan Jackson. Let me tell you, not many folks can sing those good old songs and hymns like Alan Jackson. As he began to sing, my heart began to overflow and shucks, I'm still teary as I type. He sang "Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling". If I remember correctly, that song was sang at my Granny's funeral many years ago. I thought it was such a very odd choice, but her choice. Since then I have learned the joy of the verse that goes "Oh for the wonderful love he has promised. Promised for you and for me. Though we have sinned, he has mercy and pardon. Pardon for you and for me." What joy that is!
Then there was "I Love to Tell the Story". And I do love that story so much. I just don't tell it enough. It says "I love to tell the story of unseen things above...of Jesus and his glory....of Jesus and his love...I love to tell the story because I know 'tis true....It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do....I love to tell the story for those who know it best....seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest...and when in scenes of glory, I sing a new new song....twill be the old old story that I have loved so long."
And then one of my favorites...."Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus....just to take him at his word....how I've proved him o'er and o'er....I'm so glad I learned to trust Him...and I know that thou art with me, will be with me to the end."
Forty one years ago when The Husband and I started dating, I noticed in my mother-in-law's kitchen there hung a framed verse which was a prayer. I always loved it. After she passed, that came to me and hangs in my kitchen today and I love it more and more.
The turkey might be dry, the green beans might burn, and the cheesecake might fall, but there will remain joy in this kitchen. May all who enter always feel it!
I'm thankful this day for that and that God has assured me that HE does hear my prayers.
Consider.....
I decided I would be organized and I am happy to report to you that I am. I was able to sit for a while with my devotion and Bible and read about Peter and Jesus walking on the water. I thought about storms of life and how one has to walk by faith, not by sight. Pretty soon after that devotion I got a text from a dear one asking prayer for some testing for her husband next week. I have a dear friend, too, who is having surgery now as I type. I was thinking about prayer and specifically my own and wondered if my prayers ever got higher than the ceiling. I kept pondering that as I worked around here in the kitchen.
I then chose to leave the television off and put on some CDs. The first I have chosen here is by Alan Jackson. Let me tell you, not many folks can sing those good old songs and hymns like Alan Jackson. As he began to sing, my heart began to overflow and shucks, I'm still teary as I type. He sang "Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling". If I remember correctly, that song was sang at my Granny's funeral many years ago. I thought it was such a very odd choice, but her choice. Since then I have learned the joy of the verse that goes "Oh for the wonderful love he has promised. Promised for you and for me. Though we have sinned, he has mercy and pardon. Pardon for you and for me." What joy that is!
Then there was "I Love to Tell the Story". And I do love that story so much. I just don't tell it enough. It says "I love to tell the story of unseen things above...of Jesus and his glory....of Jesus and his love...I love to tell the story because I know 'tis true....It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do....I love to tell the story for those who know it best....seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest...and when in scenes of glory, I sing a new new song....twill be the old old story that I have loved so long."
And then one of my favorites...."Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus....just to take him at his word....how I've proved him o'er and o'er....I'm so glad I learned to trust Him...and I know that thou art with me, will be with me to the end."
Forty one years ago when The Husband and I started dating, I noticed in my mother-in-law's kitchen there hung a framed verse which was a prayer. I always loved it. After she passed, that came to me and hangs in my kitchen today and I love it more and more.
The turkey might be dry, the green beans might burn, and the cheesecake might fall, but there will remain joy in this kitchen. May all who enter always feel it!
I'm thankful this day for that and that God has assured me that HE does hear my prayers.
Consider.....
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