Tuesday, October 1, 2019

MY EXPERIENCE OF GRACE

My internet and phone service have been out for four days.  The Husband cut the outside wire with a large green machine.  I am back up and running now.  It was amazing to me how much I depended on the internet.  Technology dependent, that seems to be me after all.

I do a lot of thinking in the middle of the night when I don't sleep well, which is nightly now it seems.    The night before the internet left, I was thinking really strong that I needed to do a blog post on my salvation experience or "experience of grace" as it's often called.  Well, I thought with the internet being down so long, I might not think of it again, but alas, I have so I am going for it.

I am a member of the Baptist church.  Denominations are varied and believe a lot of things differently and a lot of things alike.  Baptist is just how I was raised and what I do believe.  Does that make other denominations wrong?  Absolutely not.  I have learned as I have aged that it's not the denomination you serve but God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit, three in one.   Confusing?  Maybe sometimes.  The main thing to remember is that it's all about what the Bible says.  And the Bible has not changed.  Many translations have skewed it a bit and granted I grew up with the King James Version, I learned scriptures in the KJV, and that's what I hide in MY heart so that's what I go with.  The bottom line is it's all about a belief in Jesus and what he did on the cross for you and me.

You normal blog readers who know me have heard my personal testimony...time and time again and it hasn't changed.   As a preacher's kid child who went to church all the time church was open, I didn't pay a lot of attention all the time to preaching.  I can't tell you when I felt in my heart that something was not right.  I just knew something was not right and I knew that when the altar call would be given for those who were "lost" and needed salvation, I was very much uncomfortable.  So when I was nine years old, spring revival began at the little church where my daddy pastored.  It was a three nighter, Wednesday night until Friday night.    It's so odd to me that some days I can't remember what I did yesterday but that particular night 55 years ago is still clear to me.  I remember sitting about 2/3 of the way back on the end by the aisle and I felt my heart was going to burst.  All I could think was that I was not going to heaven if I died right then...I knew that without a doubt.  I don't know what the sermon was, I just knew I was in trouble.  When the altar call was given that night, I stepped out and walked that aisle to the little white vinyl covered bench in front of the pulpit and bowed down, crying.  I wasn't sure how to pray, still don't do a very good job of it, but all I did was cry and pray for the Lord to save me.  Before I knew it, all the fear was gone and I KNEW I was going to heaven when I died.  The burden to be saved that had been so heavy was gone.  Later on that spring I was baptized in a lake by my daddy.   Being baptized didn't save me, believing on Jesus and what HE did is what provided my salvation.   I never have felt that burden for salvation again.  We Baptists believe that "once saved, always saved".

I remember, and often say in my testimony, that after that my teacher told my parents that she thought I couldn't see well.  My parents took me to the local eye doctor and I did need glasses.  I remember on the day I got those glasses, my daddy had to go to the local patrol office to renew his drivers' license or something like that.  It sat on a tall hill.  I can remember as we came out of that building and looked out over the trees and the landscape that I could see every single leaf outlined on those trees.  I couldn't see those before--they were blurred together.  I still, 55 years later, can see those clearly outlined leaves in my mind's eye.  I liken that, from a human perspective, to my spiritual perspective.  It kind of explains the phrase in the song, Amazing Grace,  that says "was blind, but now I see".  

I wish I could tell you that I have lived a wonderful obedient life glorifying my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ but I can't.  I fail every day.  I can say that I have grown as I have aged.  I can tell you for a fact that the Lord has been with me through physical pain, through emotional pain, through losses I couldn't understand and still don't, through times of wonderful happiness, through times of answered prayers, and so very much more.  Have answered prayers always been the answer I want?  Certainly not, but they have been answered for God's best for me and in accordance to HIS will.  That's what trusting really is, I have learned.  If I'm going to talk the talk, then I have to walk the walk and doing that means trusting the Lord's answers and giving HIM glory for all.

As I have aged, it's more important to me to know what the Bible that I believe says.  It's important that I trust the Lord for all areas in my life, spiritually and physically.  I have learned that I don't always get answers to the "whys" in my life, but I can accept that.  I don't have to know all the answers, I just have to trust my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

I hear the salvation experience often called an "experience of grace" and I really got to thinking about that.  Grace is one of the most treasured things one can get.  It's defined as unmerited favor.  Yes, my salvation is an experience of the unmerited favor of God.   I deserved nor do I deserve now any of His goodness.   To get it, I had to believe that Jesus died on the cross for my sins.  He arose three days later and awaits in heaven for all his children which I'm so glad includes me.  One of the simple, most known scriptures in the Bible is John 3:16 and says:

"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life".

The Bible doesn't say that one has to be old or young, rich or poor.  It says "whosoever".  I'm so glad that I'm a whosoever!     I think of the Apostle Paul, one of my favorites in the Bible, and how he was an adult on the road to Damascus and one who was against the Christians when he found salvation in Jesus. (Acts 9:1-19)  Paul became one of the greatest children of Jesus that ever lived and breathed.  On a more personal note, I can remember an uncle of mine who was an alcoholic for years upon years.  He and his wife had been "saved" and had salvation but totally did not live for the Lord.  In their later lives, they turned all that sin aside and became two of the greatest witnesses for their Lord. I can remember my aunt singing a song that said, "I found a treasure when I found Jesus....He gives me pleasure that the world cannot give....I'm rich beyond measure."  Her face as she sang that song looked like the face of an angel.  I can almost still hear her sing that today and that example was an example of coming back to the Lord after knowing what the sinful world had to offer.  My aunt and uncle are rejoicing in heaven today.

I can also remember as a young VBS teacher, having the kids make colors of salvation bracelets.  They would have beads of black, red, white, green, and yellow.  These would signify the following:

black--a heart full of sin -- Romans 3:23: "For we have all sinned and come short of the glory of God".

red--Jesus blood that covers our sin --Romans 5:8:  "But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."

white--a heart washed white as snow after belief in Jesus --Psalm 51:7:  "...wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow".

green--growing in HIS grace --2 Peter 3:18:  "But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  To him be glory both now and for ever.  Amen."

yellow -- Revelation 2:10:  "...be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life."

As for me, I can only testify to what I know and I know that my life would be so empty without Jesus in it all the time.  I love HIM more than anything and pray that I can always glorify HIM and trust HIM.  My "experience of grace" might sound foreign to some readers and I've learned that is all right.  It's still mine and I was called to share it with you.    I just pray that you have one of your own, too.  It's worth everything.

If you've made it this far in the reading of this post, I'm going to end with what the Bible says one has to do to have an "experience of grace".   Romans 10:9, 10, 13 says:

"That if thou shalt confess with they mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.  For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.  For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."

That book of Romans has a lot of good stuff!

Consider....

Monday, September 16, 2019

TRUSTING

So here I am early on a Monday morning.  It's 6 a.m., The Husband's breakfast has been cooked, dishes not done yet, and I am preparing for another very busy week.  In an hour I will be getting ready to go to physical therapy (yes, the back is a mess according to the wise retiring rheumatologist a couple of weeks ago so I'm giving PT a try), then am meeting a sweet friend who needs a loving listening ear, and then am picking up The Grandbaby at preschool and spending the afternoon with her.  Hopefully it will be an afternoon that includes a nap but if not, I am sure we will play and play and play.  The Grandbaby does love to play.

The wonderful sermon yesterday at church was "If the Lord issued a report card for the prior six weeks, what would your grades be?"  Well, boy, isn't that a loaded one?  Yes it was very good, very convicting, and very enlightening.  It made me realize my grades wouldn't be that high.  The Pastor encouraged all to begin their day with the Bible.  Honestly, I'm pretty sure the Lord was pushing that to me yesterday as the Sunday School lesson also encouraged Bible reading every day.  If I'm gonna believe it and "preach" it, I gotta know what it says.  For the most part, every morning I read a scripture that speaks to me.  I decided after yesterday's messages to be more diligent.

With that said, I pulled out a short Bible study I had bought at the local wholesale store a good while back.  I had started it--done one session (whoa, yay me...insert sarcasm here)--so I began it again.  Let me tell you, it spoke to me big time.  The study is "Trusting in Christ" and is talking a lot about anxiety (uh, do you know it too?) and worrying (do birds fly?).  The first week focuses on "Trusting in Christ's Strength".  Just saying that encourages me that He is in control and I know that but still trust my own worries and anxieties.  I read the answers I had already provided a long time ago when I began this study the first time and I realized not much has changed in my worry/anxiety system.  Everything still applied so obviously I had the need to carry on with this study and see it through this time.

The scriptures this morning were some of my very favorites in case you want to read yourself:

Matthew 6:25-34 (Consider those lilies of the field in their beauty...)
Proverbs 3:5-6 (The Girl's favorite--is that not a sign in itself?)

And just look at my Bible where it already has one of the Matthew verses written in....



The Proverbs scripture referenced to another couple of scriptures in my Bible.  I turned to the one in Psalms (Psalm 37:3-4) and realized it was yet another of my favorites and will be the focus in the study tomorrow.  I also turned to one I was not mentally familiar with but had highlighted in my Bible so obviously had read it before.  I thought I would share it to end this post for the beginning of this week.  It is from Jeremiah 9:23-24 and goes like this:

"Thus saith the Lord, Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom, neither let the mighty man glory in his might, let not the rich man glory in his riches:  But let him that glories glory in this, that he understandeth and knoweth me, that I am the Lord which exercise lovingkindness, judgement, and righteousness, in the earth: for in these things I delight, saith the Lord."  

That spoke to me today along with the other scriptures.  As I hope for the physical therapy to help my aching back, I more so hope that I can exercise the lovingkindness and righteousness that is of the Lord to those I meet and love.   I commit to working hard toward good grades on my "spiritual" report card!  The Lord has already begun HIS lessons.

Consider......

Saturday, September 7, 2019

ATTITUDE

Mr. Webster defines "attitude" as "a settled way of thinking or feeling about someone or something, typically one that is reflected in a person's behavior".   I found this to be a fairly true definition of the word I recall often.

Someday I might not remember well, but for now, I remember vividly what my first rheumatologist told me over twenty years ago as he diagnosed me with connective tissue problems.  He looked me square in the eye and told me that this was not a fun disease but that a good attitude would make all the difference in the world with how I dealt with the disease and with life.  I never forgot that and can still see that scene in my mind's eye as I recall it.  It impacted me.  

With that said, some days it obviously doesn't impact me enough.   This past week has been many of those days.  It's been a week of sadness, joy, apprehension, fear (uh huh, even fear), and mind searching.  You might say one of those weeks you would prefer to fast forward through.

My sweet young friend who fought serious health issues passed to the arms of Jesus the first of the week.  She really got into my heart.  It's hard to explain, just one of those emotionally spiritual things that becomes such a blessing.  I think if good attitude was defined with pictures, hers would be the top one in the google search engine.   What she went through and the light she shined to so many is a wonderful testimony to her.  I am sad for the loss but blessed by the knowing.




There was a busy day on Wednesday with a doctor's appointment for me with my rheumatologist in the morning and one for my mother with her doctor in the afternoon, then choir practice that night.  It was one of the busiest days.  The wise rheumatologist from twenty years ago has passed so I see another that I like equally well and is very knowledgeable about the diseases he treats.  This past appointment marked my ending with him as he is retiring in December.  We are working together until then to see if my back problem can improve.  My issue is that I can non longer take NSAID's to help.  A hip X-ray showed no fracture so the focus in on the back.  I'm not gonna lie you, I hurt most days and have done for years but this back hurts very bad.  I'm thinking picking those peas has aggravated the problem.  Yesterday I began physical therapy to see if there can be an improvement.  I committed to one month, twice weekly with daily work at home.  I really hope this improves it.  It really hurts.  I try to remember the good attitude thing through the pain.

Late Thursday I had a message from my sweet 101 year old neighbor asking me to come by as she wanted to talk to me.  I told her I would come after supper so I headed over that way.  The Lord just knows, I think, what we need.  After our conversation regarding her reason for wanting me to come, the Lord put on my heart to pray aloud with her.  I argued and told him I really didn't know that would help.  (You see, I admit to being human and having a bad day leaving me in a somewhat bad mood.  Yes, I'm guilty like all.)  As we sat and I got ready to go, she told me, "I don't do good praying aloud, I pray to the Lord quietly myself.  I do love hearing prayers, though.  The pastor can really pray some good ones."  So there I was.  Busted.  Convicted.  So you know what I did?  I told her I wanted to pray aloud with her and for her.  Let me tell you, don't you ever doubt the good Lord knows what you need when you need it.  I got the biggest blessing and got to talk to him aloud about my "attitude", if you will and I left that house in wonderful spirits.  

Late in the week as I was cleaning out some of my home files, I found something interesting.  I keep a lot of wise thoughts that are written that I enjoy.  I don't know exactly where this came from but I'm sure it's a direct sign to me.  So good, I wanted to share.  Coincidence?  Nah....





He speaks yet again.  Consider.....

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

STRUGGLING WITH THE ENEMY

As I typed the post title, I realized how broad that is.  Struggle.  We all do it.  Often.  We struggle with decisions.  We struggle with fear.  We struggle with insecurities.  The list of struggles is endless, isn't it?  Or is it just me?

If I really get to the nitty-gritty of it all, the struggles are enhanced by the enemy.  That saying "the devil made me do it" has a lot of truth in it, but only if we let him.

I read some devotion scripture this morning that I honestly had never read enough to really be encouraged.  And believe it or not, it's from 2 Chronicles no less--one of those Old Testament books that I rarely even look at with names of people I can't spell much less pronounce.  In this case, it's Jehoshaphat.  I learned that King Jehoshaphat was a leader who feared the Lord and sought his guidance in his leadership.  It seems that his country's enemy somehow entered the country and caused a threat.

Did Jehoshaphat start gathering up his army and weapons?  Nah.  The first thing he did was to pray to his God for help and encouraged his people to do likewise.  You know what God replied to him immediately?  "Be not afraid nor dismayed by reason of this great multitude; for the battle is not your's, but God's. (v.15)  "Ye shall not need to fight in this battle; set yourselves, stand ye still, and see the salvation of the Lord with you, O Judah and Jerusalem: fear not, nor be dismayed; tomorrow go out against them; for the Lord will be with you." (v.17)

Jehoshaphat and his people worshipped and praised God loudly.  The got up early the next morning and headed into the wilderness.  The Bible doesn't say they were armed, just said they went praising God.  Long story short, the Lord sent ambushes against the enemy and the enemies beat themselves.

This account spoke to me this morning.  I need the stance of Jehoshaphat.  I need more prayer.  I need more praise.  I need more trust.  Yes, I learned a huge lesson in trust and praise and prayer.  I encourage you to read this account in 2 Chronicles 20.

And remember....the battle is not ours, but God's.  Don't be afraid of the devil or insecurities and such that he tries to bring to you.  Resist the devil.  Praise the heavenly Father who has it all in HIS hands.

Consider.......

Monday, August 5, 2019

SCORECARD

My faithful blog readers might remember my post from July 24, 2019 about "Sights of Summer".  In the post, I mentioned my pea "patch".  I also voiced my hope that I would be able to get a "mess or two" of peas before the deer did.  The Husband was confident the deer would get them all.

I just wanted to report to you, my interested blog readers, that I have gotten four pickings of these peas which will, for two people, equal many "messes of peas".  I happily have bags of peas in my freezer and the pickings will continue if all goes well.  Here's my harvest of my mixed peas from the last 12 hours.




Score of pea pickings:

ME:        4

DEER:   0

Maybe my deer herd likes protein more than vegetables?  Just sayin'.......

Thursday, August 1, 2019

ORDINARY

Our friend, Mr. Webster, defines "ordinary" as "the regular or customary condition or course of things".

For a couple of weeks now I have again been dealing with the dreaded intestinal adhesion flare.  Maybe it's resolving on it's own, maybe not.  One day is better, one day is not.  It's been almost a year since what has become the annual surgery of summer and I remain hopeful that I will make it through this summer without that same thing.  It's becoming quite ordinary for me so I deal.

I was thinking the other day how that as I have aged, I just like things ordinary and normal.  I am liking the process of downsizing.  I am finding the emotion to part with some things that I have not been willing to part with before.  I've never been one to grow upset over a dirty house.  I didn't say filthy, I said dirty.  A little dirt doesn't bother me.  So I'm acquiring a liking for "ordinary".

The other thing as I was doing my devotion time this morning is the thought of how often I miss blessings of the Lord in the "ordinary".  I want to allow HIM to speak to me through these things.  Admittedly, it wouldn't hurt my feelings to sleep a bit later in the mornings.  It wouldn't hurt my feelings to be able to stay awake in the recliner to make it through my favorite TV shows such as Masterchef last night.  I fell asleep  ten minutes before it was over.  I do find myself thankful for the not-so-ordinary-for-my-house DVR.  Technology at it's finest.

I just pray to find joy in the ordinary things of life.  We all have different "ordinary" things of life but I want to encourage you, my blog readers, to find your own joy in YOUR ordinary.  Look around and see.  In my world, of course, The Grandbaby is a huge joy and just having her is a blessing but I find myself chuckling when she has begun to come out with words like "ACTUALLY, Neema...." .  Really?  At three years old?  Actually?   But yes, it's just those little things.  I found myself loving a simple selfie The Girl had taken of The Grandbaby, The Girl, and me recently.  It just makes me happy.  Yes, I know you want to see it so I will share.   When I look at the picture, I see the dress I'm wearing...the same dress I've had for about ten years now but I feel it's comfort.  It's one of my favorites, especially when my intestinal adhesions are amiss.  What I see when I look at this picture is happiness, smiles, and love.   The second picture is one I took a while back of The Husband in our yard.  I love it, it's a sweet normal picture of The Husband whom I can classify as one of the best. If you look closely, you can see his big smile even though the picture is far away and as I look at that big smile, I can almost hear his laughter that is so much like his own mama's was.   Then there is The Son-In-Law who loves his girls and his unique t-shirts.  I gave him a matching one for The Grandbaby for Father's Day.  Ordinary family making extraordinary blessings of love.









I want to encourage myself to look for the ordinary blessings all around me and let those give me joy. I often take "ordinary" for granted.  Maybe you do too?

Consider.....

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

SIGHTS OF SUMMER

How do I describe summer in the south?  Hot and humid are the first two descriptions that come to mind.  I don't know that any part of the country has experienced humidity like the south does.  Some days there's just no need to fix your hair.  Humidity wrecks it.  Now I will interject here that bad hair is not something that will ruin my day.  Life is too short in my world.  I will admit that I tired of dealing with sweaty hair so a couple of weeks ago, I told my hairdresser that something had to change.  Now I have layers that have just made my natural curly hair curl all over the place.  That would be a thanks to the humidity.  I had to say that I kind of like it.  It's very carefree and if a hair is out of place, it looks like it's supposed to be out of place.  Not a bad deal.

Summer sights in the south and other places are certainly blooming flowers.  I had the opportunity to spend a little time in my friend's zinnia patch.  I was so carried away with taking the pictures, I forgot to bring home a bouquet.  Here's a few I took...I do love zinnias.  Get ready.  I'm sharing a lot of pictures.  The butterflies are an added bonus.

















Taking photos of such beauties is very therapeutic for my mind and soul.

Today I have a rare quiet day at home.  I have, as my father-in-law used to say, "lollygagged" around my house all morning.   A few months ago, The Husband started and ended a project of rerouting our driveway.  I might or might not have mentioned that.  Well, now part of it is gravel and when fall comes, he will landscape around it.  In the meantime, he decided to plant peas on the side to help erosion until then.  It's hopeful if the deer don't discover first, that we might get, as we say in the south, a mess or two of peas out of it.    Here's our newly rerouted driveway.



Since the south's strong humidity has lessened for a day or two, I took a walk to my now farther away mailbox to collect today's mail and noticed more about the peas.  It was interesting enough that I came in the house, got my camera, and documented the "life of a pea".  I have no sermon about these as I sometimes do.  I just decided to share the photos that taught me with you, my blog readers....just in case you ever wondered about the life of a pea.  














So there I was with my camera focused getting the perfect picture of this beautiful multi-colored bloom when in my lens, I see a butterfly land.  The Lord certainly delighted me big time with that flight.





This picture seemed to have all the phases of the life of a pea.



I think if my father-in-law were still with us, he would appreciate the efforts of my lollygagging this day.  :)

Thursday, July 11, 2019

LET'S TALK ABOUT REVIVAL

Growing up as a PK (preacher's kid), I've had my share of going to church.  I've probably had your share, too.  Growing up, we went to church more than we went to the grocery store.

All the churches we went to up until we went to the church where I go now would have revival twice a year, nightly for a week in the summer and spring, except for a few who had a three nighter for spring.  It was one Wednesday night at one of those three nighters 54 years ago that I answered the call of Jesus for salvation.  Yes, a little-preacher's-kid-go-to-church-more-than-to-the-grocery-store-girl had to heed the call to come to Jesus just like the meanest kid on the block had to.  All the Jesus rules are the same for everybody.  In HIS eyes, we are all the same.  That revival that year was the most important decision making revivals in my life.  But not the last one, not by a long shot.

At the church where I go now, the church where I married The Husband, and the church where I have raised The Girl has weekly spring revival, weekly VBS, and weekly summer revival.  Summer revival is services held twice daily, morning and night.  For all of you familiar with camp meeting, maybe they are the only ones who have a revival service more often with three services.  I'm not that familiar with camp meeting, just revival.  The revival week that my family holds dear begins this Sunday.

I find many definitions of "revival".  One says "an improvement in the condition or strength of something" and another "a renewed attention to or interest in something".  The ultimate goal of a revival is to lead souls to Jesus, as I was led.  Since I have aged and experienced many revivals since that day, I have learned that it's so much more.  To a child, it's a time that you might get to have friends over from church to spend the night and go back to church the next morning.  Or it could be a time adults look forward to "feeding the preachers lunch".

I've learned that now revival is a time for me to lay aside all I can and just concentrate on praising Jesus.  I've learned that following HIM and doing HIS bidding along with my praise holds blessings more than my heart can comprehend.  I've also learned that although revival time is set aside for one week in the summer, it's a way of life and a way of heart that we all need to practice every day.  Yes.  Every. Single. Day.

If you are reading this and go to my church, I hope I see you at services even every single day.  I hope that revival can be to your heart what I know it is to mine.  I know, too, it's not that many years away when Jesus will speak to a little heart inside The Grandbaby and her time will come to come to Jesus.  I hope when that time comes, she wants to RUN to Jesus!  It's up to me and all those that love her to let her know every single day that Jesus loves her more.  May I never fail at that task.

Back in the winter, The Grandbaby began singing a Christian song.  I was amazed that no one actually taught it to her as it was not a child's song and very wordy.  It was even on the radio as I picked her up at her house the other day and she recognized it immediately and said, "That's a night night song."  She said, "My mommy sings it to me."  As I recalled, I thought then that her mommy sang it to her when she was a baby regularly, maybe even daily, and that same song gave her mommy strength in a time when she needed it most.  That song is a reminder of the power of the Lord, HIS provisions, and HIS promises.  So as I thought of that particular song AND revival, I realized it says how I want to be spiritually during revival time and every day.  It's probably familiar to you.  The part The Grandbaby sings in her little childlike voice goes like this and makes my eyes tear up every time...


Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name
The sun comes up
It's a new day dawning
It's time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass
And whatever lies before me
Let me be singing
When the evening comes
Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name
And the part The Grandbaby doesn't know the words to and gets me also go like this:
You're rich in love
And You're slow to anger
Your name is great
And Your heart is kind
For all Your goodness
I will keep on singing
Ten thousand reasons
For my heart to find
Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name
Bless You Lord
And on that day
When my strength is failing
The end draws near
And my time has come
Still my soul will
Sing Your praise unending
Ten thousand years
And then forevermore
Forevermore
Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name
Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name
Yes I'll worship Your Holy name
I'll worship Your Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name
Jesus I will worship Your Holy name
Worship Your Holy name
Ain't that all good?  
So wherever you are and whatever you are doing, let's have a revival in our hearts.  Every. Single.  Day.
Consider.........

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

THE RUBY ANNIVERSARY

The jewel, the ruby, is traditionally known as the jewel for a 40th wedding anniversary.  Well, this past June 29, there were no rubies exchanged or given but the memories and gratitudes were just as treasured as a ruby would have been.  Yes, The Husband and I were married for 40 years this past Saturday.  40 years.  That's quite a long time by some standards, by other standards, not so much.

Forty years in our world contained and continues to contain joys and sorrows, gains and losses, and faith, mercy, and love.  I say that The Husband and I haven't argued much in the past forty years.  We have disagreed on occasion but have met in the middle in a thing called "compromise".

As I pondered that day forty years ago, I couldn't remember exactly what I did in preparation.  I though of the long sleeved, high necked lace bodice wedding gown with the lace veil.  I thought of those mint green dresses and dark green tuxedos with the groom in that solid white.  I remember my mema and my granny being there and I remember that my daddy stood straight then as we walked down that aisle of our old church.  Odd what we remember.  (For pictures, see "34 YEARS" post from June, 2013 on this blog.)

I think of all the times The Husband waited through my many surgeries, some serious enough to be uncertain of the outcome.  It seems like he's had to do a world of waiting and caregiving for me--hence that sickness and health vow, I guess.  We've enjoyed many vacations together.  We have worshipped together in our church almost every Sunday unless there was one of those sicknesses mentioned above in this paragraph or one of those many vacations.  The Husband is a good man, not a perfect man, but perfect for me.  My heart seems to grow with gratitude more and more with each passing day.

The Husband suggested a couple of weeks ago that we go on a weekend trip.  We could celebrate our anniversary but more than that he thought I needed some serious rest.  I thought he needed some serious seafood so I chose St. Simons Island.  Man it was hot.  I got some serious rest in the air conditioning and we got some serious seafood at every meal...with the exception of a breakfast meal. He actually had crab at the other breakfast meal.  A first for him for breakfast.  As we sat in the Cafe Frederica on the morning of our anniversary breakfast, we looked around at the other diners, all of them looking older than us.  Not by much but older anyways.  The Husband said, "Who would have thought forty years ago we would be sitting in a restaurant eating breakfast and surrounded by senior citizens?  And that we would fit right in?"  We both got a laugh at the truth of that statement.

I figure you would enjoy seeing just a few of the few pictures I took on the trip.  And if you wouldn't enjoy seeing a few pictures, just scroll on through the rest of this post.  :)

Anniversary morning we took a walk on the beach, visiting the beach at Jekyll Island and the Driftwood Beach on Jekyll Island.  Beach hair, don't care.




This looks like a sea monster or something...








And then there were birds, of course......








Would you look at these models?  They weren't perspiring, they were SWEATING....but looking "cool as cucumbers".  Isn't that what models do?





Most likely, our marriage has seen more anniversaries behind than it will see ahead.  I am assured in my faith that my Lord has been in all those passed and will be in all those in the future.  When death parts us, I am assured even more that we will both someday be in heaven face to face with Jesus.

Yes, much to be grateful for....surpasses the worth of rubies by a landslide!

Consider.....