Wordless Wednesday

Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Low in the grave he lay, Jesus my Savior, 

waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord! 

Vainly they watch his bed, Jesus my Savior, 

vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!  

Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior; 

he tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord! 

Up from the grave he arose; 

with a mighty triumph o'er his foes; 

he arose a victor from the dark domain, 

and he lives forever, with his saints to reign. 

He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

"But the angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here, for he has risen, as he said. Come, see the place where het lay." Matthew 28:5-6

"Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?" " John 11:25-26

"Now if we have died with Christ, we believe that we shall also live with Him, knowing that Christ, having been raised from the dead, is never to die again; death no longer is master over Him. For the death that He died, He died to sin once for all; but the life that He lives, He lives to God. Even so consider yourselves to be dead to sin, but alive to God in Christ Jesus." Romans 6:8-11

Nurse Mommy is in.

There are people who will know what I mean when I say we have been hit with the post-lectureship crud. 

Every year there happens to be a select group of people who go home with sickness. The Gospel isn't the only thing that's being spread up there - it's germs, too, and we all take it back home to spread around and share the love. Well, this past weekend I played Nurse Wifey for Carl as he was laid up on the couch, especially on Sunday. And yesterday he was pretty up and active and went to the doctor for some meds and I was thinking we are finally out of the woods! 

... And then my poor Benjamin started feeling ill this morning. A 100.3 fever, sniffles, probably some aches that he isn't telling me about (besides his head), coughing. I've put on my nurse's cap once more. I would really appreciate your prayers. I'm hoping that I won't come down with it as well. And I am also hoping Benjamin will stay down long enough to get better!! 

I'm also expecting my honorary nursing degree by the end of the week, you know...

Thanks, friends, for the prayers!

a little picnic.

Today I was in a difficult mood. I try not to get that way a lot because who enjoys that? But sometimes it happens, right? Where you just feel out of whack and it's everything you can do to not crawl back into bed and just start over? Those days where your hair looks AWESOME but you feel terrible? Not sickly but just ... moody blah. You know what I mean? That was my day today. And I hate moping. I hate brooding and being a Debbie Downer. So today Benjamin and I went outside while the sun wasn't fully up and the shade was still in our yard, and we had a "picnic" snack {low-fat cinnamon graham crackers are uh-mazing... and I'm getting used to drinking lemon water now}. 

I think we spent about an hour in the lovely cool of the day {um 75 degrees is perfection}, just laying on the quilt, eating graham crackers and singing a few songs together {Benjamin is learning how to sing "The Lord is my Shepherd" since that has been his latest memory verse - oh, a cute little side note. We had a devo at a friend's house on Sunday night and the song 'Jesus Loves Me' was suggested to sing at the bonfire, and while the adults were talking about who should lead it, sweet Benjamin steps forward and starts us all off. I am one proud mama!}. Benjamin got up and played with Zoe some and started picking the pomegranate buds off of the low branches of our tree {meh, it's okay... it doesn't really produce good fruit anyway} and feeding them to Zoe. It was just really nice.

And even though I felt my moody self swing back later on in the day, at least I took some time to go outside with Benjamin and get some fresh air and make some memories with him. That's the way I see it, anyway! I am ever aware {and reminded} that I am not a perfect person... but I am trying to do what I can at any rate. The rest of this week is about to get busy with packing for the Lectures. Oh boy! 

Breezin' On By

I am pretty sure we can officially say that Spring is here, for real. No, really. But, who am I to say? It's been so flip-floppy... I almost wonder if we're just going to skip Spring all together and dive right into Summer... whatever the case may be, we are enjoying the sunshine and we're enjoying some extra time outside.

So this Spring I'm going to try my hand at gardening ... again. Last year? Well, just didn't do too well. I'm not the best gardener, but I'm gonna give it another shot this year and hopefully do somewhat better than last year. 

And after all of this, at the end of the month, we're heading off to Lectureship again! I can't believe it is almost that time again... this year is just flying by - just like last year. It blows my mind y'all! 

We're all just breezin' on by! Bring it on! 

it's just a fact.

sometimes

you just gotta

make some

silly faces.

Morning Glories : My Savior Cares!

"In God is my salvation and my glory:
the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God."
Psalm 62:7

I have always loved this verse and love to pass it along to friends or family who are going through a hard time. It is a verse that is filled with comfort. You can see here that God is our solace. He is the harbor in the tempest, the calm in the storm. God is immovable and never changing and that makes Him dependable in all situations.

Sometimes we go through life and we may feel lost, but God is the beacon of light guiding us safely to the harbor. But we have to look for Him. We know in Matthew 6 Jesus tells us that we don’t have to worry about the things of this life if we seek after God first and foremost in our lives. When we are dealing with the pain of loss or suffering, God is our rock of strength and He is our refuge.

The greatest way to seek that refuge is within the Holy Scriptures and to come to God in prayer. Let Him speak to you through the Word, and then speak to Him humbly in prayer.

“Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.”
1 Peter 5:7

In your time of trial, God cares for you. Don’t forget that!

Does Jesus care when my heart is pained
Too deeply for mirth or song,
As the burdens press, and the cares distress,
And the way grows weary and long?

Oh, yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares.

Does Jesus care when my way is dark
With a nameless dread and fear?
As the daylight fades into deep night shades,
Does He care enough to be near?

Oh, yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares.

Does Jesus care when I’ve tried and failed
To resist some temptation strong;
When for my deep grief there is no relief,
Though my tears flow all the night long?

Oh, yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares.

Does Jesus care when I’ve said “goodbye”
To the dearest on earth to me,
And my sad heart aches till it nearly breaks—
Is it aught to Him? Does He see?

Oh, yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares.

Have a blessed day! If you need prayers, please don’t hesitate to let me know. I would be honored to pray for you.