Patience {An Untimely Post}

“If I have not the patience of my Saviour 
with the souls who grow slowly; 
if I know little of travail (a sharp and painful thing) 
till Christ be fully formed in them, 
then I know nothing of Calvary love.” 
 ~ Amy Carmichael

Holding back tears again, I stare at the framed print on the wall.
 It shows two cherubs and the Love verses from Corinthians.
 Ugh. I am weak and weary. 
I feel sick. 
Jealousy and envy tag-team me, 
I double over, 
wincing as I imagine the lovely mother-daughter scenarios 
taking place everywhere else. 
Anywhere else. 
But here. 
I forget sweet memories and truth.
I hurt deep.
There seems to be no consolation. 
Just walls erected.
And one mom feeling defeated,
as her daughter reclines, throwing cheerios
across her bedroom.
Defiant rebellion.
Glorying in her seeming victory.
"I hate you", she smirks. 
The words fall to the floor as a 
Cheerio bounces off my chest.
Good times. 
I've already read enough words that should have me feeling all-powerful.
Quiet time, prayers, Scripture, wisdom, encouragement.
I shrink, and see the images again dance across the screen of my mind...
happy mothers, smiling, relishing their seemingly completely compliant children.
I remember her small. 
Still defiant.
Hands on hips in the yard, looking at the house next door.
She stares long and hard. Her back to me.
She is wearing only undies or is it a pull up?
The memory gets blurrier with the years.
She looks back and huffs these words: 
"I'm thinking about buying the house next door, so I don't have to live with you."
She is 4.
I ask God why He hates me.
Love is patient...
I am angry that this is the first line of 1 Corinthians 13. 
I find myself seething.
I take a walk to get out of the house. 
Dog walking is like my version of Cheers.
Free Psychotherapy. 
I step into a role where I am loved, cherished, outright idolized- 
let's face it those dogs worship me.
I am the giver of walks!
My neighbor, Kevin with his wife has raised two girls. 
Every time I walk by he shares a bit of wisdom.
Today I walk, and almost pass without conversation.
Not happening, God wants my ear.
We say hello.
We make some small talk. 
I am not a good hider.
I just don't do fake well.
He catches me, and somehow he is sharing wisdom again.
He says, "Ya know, I had two girls and it's not easy.
If I had to give advice I would say this: patience."
I cringe.
He says a few more things about choosing my battles, 
winning the war and we admire 
the beautiful, unfinished, carved table he is sanding.

I know wisdom when I hear it.
I know God loves me.

I am that table.

God is sanding me.
I am not enjoying it.
I am not sure how I am going to look at the end of this journey.
I am not feeling beautiful.

Kevin comments on the detail,
"I'm a stickler about the sanding."
He points out a mark on the leg. 
"It takes time, but it's worth it in the end."
The table is exquisite but will be a treasure when he is finally satisfied 
with his efforts and attention.

He sees the beauty yet to be revealed.

I know.

Lord, I know you are not finished with me yet. 
I know you love me with an everlasting love.
I know You love the daughter You have given me as well.
Help me to remain in your love, steadfast and true.
Forgive me my weakness, failure and sin.
Make me beautiful in your eyes.

In Jesus name. Amen.

“Cast not away your confidence because God defers his performances. 
That which does not come in your time, will be hastened in his time, 
which is always the more convenient season. 
God will work when he pleases, how he pleases, and by what means he pleases. 
He is not bound to keep our time, but he will perform his word, 
honour our faith, and reward them that diligently seek him.” 
~ Matthew Henry

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Can't Shut My Mouth Monday!

'Keep Mouth Shut Fortune Cookie' photo (c) 2009, Jason Lam - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/

Well friends, around here on Monday I get a bit CREATIVE, RANDOM, and oh so THANKFUL and link up to some really great communities: Ramona at Create with Joy, Carissa at Lowercase Letters and Ann at A Holy Experience. So shall we say: let the games begin! Um... OK, then- here we go!

I have been trying to work on an Altered Book Project in my "spare time"- HA! Spare time is something you have when you are under16 or over 65, right? Well here is a sneak peek at my very first attempt. It is a Maine theme and I adore it. The name of the discarded library book is Wonders Of The Earth. I will share more as this little endeavor progresses! 

This past week I enjoyed sharing my real life Shark Encounter for Random Journal Day.
I am counting down the days to Shark Week, and look forward to watching 
it more than the Olympic Games. 
I know, it's wrong, but what can I say?
As my wise cracking Grandmother used to say, "To each his own."

Are you looking at me?

I read this book this weekend because it has been dubbed
by my daughter (now 11) as one of her all time favorites.
She read it in 3rd grade- this was one of those 25 cent finds
that you keep always. She gives it two thumbs up.
If you have little ones, I suggest you get it and read it aloud to them
- you will both love it. Last night she went to bed re-reading it!

“Restrain your voice from weeping, and your eyes from tears, 
for there is a reward for your work, declares the Lord, 
and they shall come back from the land of the enemy. 
There is hope for your future, declares the Lord, 
and your children shall come back…” 
Jeremiah 31:16-17

I want to invite you to an event being held on September 8th for women here in New England.
As Fall approaches our sights will be shifting from Summer days to the many challenges of  returning to school schedules and busy routines. Wouldn't it be nice if you could take ONE morning and hear God's heart and vision for your motherhood and child at the start of the school season. Whether Kindergarten or College, or whatever phase your child is in- come catch a fresh perspective from Him who who loves us with an everlasting love by joining with women from all over New England (and beyond?) in praise, worship, prayer and more. See MORE details here: Heart Cry {Event Invite}
or Here for JUST THE FACTS!

Some of my Praying Mom friends through Moms In Prayer at
Camp Of The Woods for Come To Me -Retreat 2011! 

252.  Encouraging, faithful friends
253.  delicious, spontaneous omelet made by hubby
254. praying, sensitive, listening, non-judgmental sisters in Christ
(you know who you are) with always an encouraging word or wisdom 
to share without being preachy or worse!
255. the gift of faith
256. The faithfulness of God which I count on each day
257. His never-changing word
258. The promise of His presence
259. grace for this moment
260. Hope for tomorrow

miscellany monday at lowercase letters


Heart Cry {Event Invitation}

“Restrain your voice from weeping, and your eyes from tears, 
for there is a reward for your work, declares the Lord, 
and they shall come back from the land of the enemy. 
There is hope for your future, declares the Lord, 
and your children shall come back…” 
Jeremiah 31:16-17

It's almost time. 
The clock is ticking.
Our Summer days and relaxed schedules will be the 
sweet memories we look back upon during the Fall and Winter.
Yes, I just said that!

Fall, as you know means back to school for our children.
Some children may be entering Kindergarten, some college-
but you know what they all have in common?

They all need Moms who pray.
One more thing. 
We all need to be Moms who pray!

How would you like to spend one morning, 
seeking God for His vision
for your children and your motherhood 
for this coming season, 
this school year?

Come worship, praise, pray and let your heart cry out with other 
moms and women in various seasons of life to the 
God who hears our hearts clearly.

Come catch some God-Sized Inspiration for your Mom
 journey this year at this interactive, uplifting event!

Top Ten Reasons for attending 

10.   The cost is so reasonable. 
$10 at the door
$ 5 in advance 
(contact  Heartcry2012@yahoo.com)

9. Children's sports not started yet!   
Save the date: September 8th.
See event flyer HERE 

8. Light breakfast refreshments provided 
baked by some wonderful chefs-

7. Doors open at 8:45AM and we will be done by Noon.

6. Located close to the seacoast. 
It’s a perfect location for you and your friends (fellow bloggers?)
to head to the ocean for a bag lunch and fellowship before your trip home. 

 *Held at Eliot Baptist Church, 
912 Harold L. Dow Highway (Rte 236) in Eliot, Maine. 
Eliot is within 15 minutes of Massachusetts and New Hampshire, 
and only 6 minutes off of RTE 95.

5. Great opportunity to praise and worship with 
women who love the Lord from all over New England!

4. Incredible group of worship leaders, 
with the focus being on Jesus, the King of kings!

3. Preparing for the year ahead: 
 Gathering together for this event and being reminded that prayer 
is essential in a world where the enemy and our culture 
battle for the lives of our children.

2. A great introduction to the  Moms in Prayer  experience. 
Praying shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart.
You will come away ready to pray your way through 
whatever comes your way this school year!

1. A time to unite our hearts in prayer !

On behalf of Sharon Gamble, Moms In Prayer and all of my fellow praying Moms,
please join us as we come together to pray, rejoice, seek and enjoy His presence!

I am planning to be there;
 will you join me?

*Sharon Gamble 
New England Regional Director 
Moms in Prayer International 

 *Learn more about this very inspiring Facilitator
and Leader under my FAITH TAB!

*Gently modified for blogger/reader user friendliness 
from Sharon's Top Ten Reasons To Attend Heart Cry


Collage: What If ... (RDJ #18)

I decided to clean out my Journal trunk to find the 
entry which included my real life  Shark Encounter
and it ended up being quite a messy proposition!

I was initially going to share from the journal which had that story
for this RDJ #18, but once I started to look through the messy pile on the floor,
I changed my mind.

Instead I decided to share this little collage, which I believe was a magazine ad 
that I chopped up, and glued down in my own design. December 7, 1992 is the date.
This little creative endeavor prompted two pages of random endings to the query:
What if...

The original reads:
What If...
My Car Won't start?
I'm Late For My 10:00?
I Spill My Coffee?
I Run Out Of Gas?
The Road's Slippery?
I Get Lost?
I Lose My Mind?

Yeah, good life summary for any day on my calendar-especially at this time as I was working @ juggling a Personal Training Business, Bodybuilding Competition, Part Time College Course work and life!
Some days I felt like a pin ball!

I apologize for the picture quality but I am currently still without a camera and relying on my Blackberry Smartphone for all photos. Sometimes this works amazingly well and other times...not so much!

So perhaps you should try the prompt "What If?"
Keep writing anything that comes.
See what you learn about yourself.
Looking back it reveals some of the specific things of that time in my life,
 but a lot of it is recurring themes in my life.
Try it!

Happy Journaling, Friends!

These particular "What Ifs" still resonate with me!
Irony here...

Please Click HERE to see other 
Random Journal Day 

Linking with another fellow Journal Lover Marcia here:

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Beyond This Moment

Beyond this moment. 
Beyond the possibility, pain and potential of this current life. 
Beyond the yesterdays, tomorrows and todays, lies more. 
Somewhere beyond here, 
there lies a place that longs for me 
to long for it from within my heart. 
Beyond deadlines, to do lists, and my goals. 
Beyond all of these, Heaven's promise dwells.
 I linger in the possibility...hopeful. 
I go on knowing, confident in this truth.

Five Minute Friday

Random Journal Day Link Up/Blog Hop #18

Welcome to Random Journal Day! 

 REMEMBER to Link your post back to this URL directly
so others may find us and participate!
(just click on the title of this post and link that to your RDJ entry)
If you have a any questions contact us (Dawn and Susie) through e-mail:

Rules, Schmules...but here they are : 

1. Dig out one of your old journals, or a recent journal. 
Choose an entry, or a portion of an entry that you feel bold enough or at least comfortable to share. 
We prefer if you could include a picture of your journal if possible!

2. Write up your blog post, publish and link up here.
Link up the blog post you are sharing, NOT your general Blog address- so we can visit your entry. 
We don't have a Badge for this Blog yet, but if you just link back to this in your post that will work (Random Journal Day Weekend Link Up) You can use Susie's RDJ Photo if you like!

3. Kindly visit and comment on the person before or after you in the link up. 
You can visit more but we understand that everyone is busy.
 Please visit at least one other Random Journal Day Link Up as that just would make it nice for all.

We look forward to peeking in your journals!

*This Link will start on Friday and go through the week. Link up anytime before the next Friday (Thursday night when I get around to it)


Anticipating Shark Week {My True Shark Encounter}

National Geographic Photo: Great site for great SHOTS!

There is one week each year I allow myself to unabashedly, without guilt, or restrictions to bask in the light of my Television screen. Shark Week is that most anticipated and adored week. Discovery Channel hosts this amazing, intense, sometimes disturbing event which has many enthusiastic fans.

You are probably thinking, "Egad, Why?"
I don't know why.
But I will tell you it started in Middle School. 
My 6th Grade Science Project was on Sharks, and after that my shark intrigue and fascination grew.
Of course, over the years it was fed intermittently at best, with those Jacques Cousteau specials.
 I saw Jaws when it opened in theaters.

At twelve, I found it difficult to go in my Aunt's pool on the deep end for years, 
forget the ocean.Youthful imagination.
But then came cable. 
Shark specials, which tapped into this dark fascination shared by many 
and Discovery Channel's ultimate triumph: Shark Week,
which starts August 12, 2012.

I may have to have a Bloggy vacation that week, friends.
I confess I am a crazy Shark Week and Shark fan!

Let me share with you a real life shark encounter I had while visiting Florida
in 1994 on July 31st.
I was with friends and excited for my first beach visit of the vacation. 
We headed to Waveland Beach - the Southern most end of Jensen Beach
(live web cam- really cool-scroll to bottom).
Understand, I am one who is known at times to be oblivious to my surroundings. 
However, I was with 3 other people.
I know that the beach had a number of beach goers that day. 
Lifeguards were on duty.
Swimming was allowed. 
Par for the course beach day.

We were enjoying the beautiful clear green water, standing in about waist to chest deep.
We were actually facing away from the beach and toward the ocean.

I suggest, you never do that.
Always keep one eye toward the lifeguards and shore.
I really do, now. 
I feel I am one with the Lifeguards and I frequently touch base 
with them when I hit the beach.
To this day. 
However, on this day while I was freely frolicking, I failed to do it.
This incident was not without an insightful lesson, either.
 God really showed me something about myself, 
who I was, and who I believed I was with this incident.
He revealed to me the very lack of my love for others in this moment.
He also showed me my own mortality with this brief brush 
with what could have been, but was not to be.
However a defining moment, it was for me.

We were immersed in conversation, unaware that during our time of oblivious wading, 
the beach mood and dynamic at the shore had drastically changed.

Let me speak to the day as I remember:

I am not sure of what prompted our attention.
But as if in slow motion we turn toward the beach.

What we face now is at approximately 40-50  feet between us and the sand and to our shock, 
We are standing alone in the water.
I imagine about 4 1/2 feet, deep water.

What I see causes a feeling in my gut and heart that 
I have failed to experience in my life prior and since.
Thank God.

Fear that is so present that death itself feels near.
I believe I smelled death that day.

On the shore the lifeguard stands, waving
 frantically, holding a red flag, as the beach goers stare at us waving and jumping as if they 
could make us move faster with their own movement.

What we see is not encouraging friends, I sense fear in the hundreds of faces facing us.
I see the backsides of a handful of people, ankle deep having already hastily exited the water.

It gets worse. 
Of the three others with me, I am furthest to the left and closest to what I see skimming through the water.
About 10 feet away a large black-grey mass is swimming to my left and I feel fear as my mind 
processes the size. 
Bigger than me.
Coming. Toward. Me.

We are all pushing in toward the beach and the only thing I see or feel is the moment.
It looms large and I feel as if I am about to fall into an unknown, incomprehensible abyss. 
This moment, even as I write it wells up from within.

My eyes are piercing the lifeguard as if she is Jesus.
I never let my eyes depart from her.
There is no doubt that I must not look back at what I dare not see.
There is not a second to even consider it. 
It is forever etched in my memory banks.
Ten to Twelve feet of grey doom under clear green beauty. 

Death wells up in me and feels as close as suffocation but for 
the adrenaline coursing through my body.

I care for no one or nothing at this moment but my own survival.
I see nothing but a shore of freaking people and one life guard coaching me from
what I know pursues me.

I forget I am with friends.

I am alone.

We make it to shore.
People applaud, look relieved, smile at us, some back pats for the guys and 
thumbs up from others.
Here is what the lifeguard said when we got out:
She looked at me visibly shaken and said,
 "That shark was coming right at YOU!" 
She added, "I've never seen a shark swim so fast towards people before."

Thus began my "shark magnet" reputation and joking.

We decided to head off for lunch.
We had asked the Lifguard why she thought the shark darted so suddenly.
She did not know.
How could she?
We debated the possibilities and enjoyed retelling
our shark tale over chowder
from the safety of a
surf-side table.

There is much we do not understand about the creatures God created.
All cannot be understood or known.

I do want to say, I have an immense love and appreciation for these mysterious creatures.
I am grateful that the shark darted away on that fateful day.

The bottom line is we share this good earth, with creatures that He has put here.
It's their world, too.
Remember that when you go in the water.

Days left until Shark Week Starts:

Happy Swimming, Friends!


Sinner And Saint {The Healing Power of Journal Keeping}

A trunk full of the stories of my many lives!
And because of his glory and excellence, he has given us great and precious promises. 
These are the promises that enable you to share his divine nature and escape the world's corruption caused by human desires.
2 Peter 1:4

Healing comes in many forms.
 It also sometimes comes in bits and pieces sometimes- instead of all at once.
My journals hold within the pages stories of the many lives
I have lived.
I also believe that within them lies a powerful witness to the
 healing power of the writing life,
available to all journal keepers.

Writing to me has been the one thing which is constant, 
like the breath

It is the one thing that I have done for so long it is part of who I am.

 There are many activities that have come and gone but from early on I picked up a pen,
put it to paper and revealed, revered and reflected the soul that I was.
The voice that resonated in time, captured on the pages for better and for worse,
staring back up for all to see.
Word snapshots. Candid.
There have been times when I have considered holding a "Journal Burning" party,
but after further consideration I have held back. 
The one time this idea became exceedingly strong was shortly after being introduced to my Savior.
I wanted to burn every thing written on those pages because of the very stark reality portrayed.
Captured under the microscope were lurid details of my very nature.
It was not pretty at times.
I did not hold back, there I was staring back up from the pages at myself as
when one looks upon their reflection in still water.

Clear, sharp, intriguing and bare was I - 
no hiding from those pages jealousy, anger, selfishness, and fickleness.

Yet there was also an authenticity on those pages that would not be denied.
A rawness, that staked a claim which would not be refused. 
Here in these pages there was a voice longing to be heard but beneath the surface
there was yet another still, small voice which was yet to be released. 
At one point I did throw away my journals - these were from my teen years and
 I did it impulsively as much of what I did in my early years.
But as fate would have it or by God's design,
depending on your perspective,
I soon began to pour out my heart and soul once more on paper at the requirement of a professor for a Human Relations class I took at 18 years of age.
The wonderful and challenging thing about this was that we were expected to journal on specific hypothetical questions as well as reflect on the class and our experiences personally.
Well that was all it took, from this point on I picked my pen back up and have never put it down. I continued to journal my life journey and put on paper "the good, the bad and the ugly" as well as the big kahuna philosophical inquiry into life's deeper meaning.

 Enter Jesus Christ.
My pen became a vehicle for the underlying voice which was birthed on that day. 
As I wrote at times I felt the Spirit move within me and the pages began to be transformed by the power of His Spirit.
Years passed and much was recorded on the pages.
 There in those pages emerged a new voice...there was no doubt.
But the old voice was also there, questioning, pleading and at times accusing.
But still, hidden among the rambles, a Light was beginning to shine (John 8:12) .
 A light that would not be snuffed.
A midst the foolishness, there it was...
Wisdom, a wisdom that was not my own and one which
I had no claim to but instead which laid claim to me.
There slowly the pages began to show a relationship instead of only my thoughts, feelings and activities. Emerging out of the darkness was a voice which revealed wisdom, hope and clarity.
So you see I could not burn those books, after all.
They became precious to me as they revealed the heart of the one who came to bring light, life and truth. This same one promises that in time, everything unworthy will be burned up.
But, for now I will keep these journals, because I never want to forget exactly who I am apart from my God and his amazing grace. I need to remember, even as I, with Paul, press on to that which Christ has taken hold of in me... that depth which I have come from- to keep me from the sin of the Pharisees and the blindness of pride.

In these journals there is  healing, supernatural birth and transformation better than any 'Transformers', Superhero or action movie.

In these journals there is the power and presence of a Living God 
as He relates to me and I to Him. 

I am thankful that I didn't follow through and burn those books. 
Because in them is the mind of my Savior
and the transformation of one sinner to saint.

"So pay attention to how you hear. 
To those who listen to my teaching, more understanding will be given.
 But for those who are not listening, 
even what they think they understand will be taken away from them."
Luke 8:18

This is a Re-Post (gently revised) from July 3, 2011.
See the original here: Too Many Lives: The Journals

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God Whispers

Weld, Maine

You know well enough how the wind blows this way and that. 
You hear it rustling through the trees,
 but you have no idea where it comes from or where it's headed next.
John (Chapter 3) The Message

The breeze
through the trees
holy whispers,
reminding me
of His promises

rustling, gentle swaying
dancing green leaves
beautiful ballet
displayed against grey-blue hues

All dance,
shaking free from stillness
inviting me to join in the movement
of this new day

come play today,
all is joy

invisible Kingdom revealed to those children who hold the key


He whispers-
I hear His voice
in the trees...
the chimes
join bird-songs
yet His whispers
I hear clearly
I'm carried along


The Slowest Reader Makes A Comeback (Kinda)

Since May I have hit a record low in reading pace. It's not as if I was not reading. Do blog posts count? No, I didn't think so. But between writing, end of school, and Summer outings with friends, the books were getting dusty. They sat and waited on the nightstand OR were toted and neglected. Reading bits and pieces with too many interruptions makes it hard to build up the momentum which leads to reading bliss!
And I missed my Kindle, even though I prefer hardbound, paper, real books.

Then vacation came and I found my reading pace once again. Slow but steady! 
Hold back your yawn, I am making a comeback! 
Still maintaining The Slowest Reader In The World status but crawling along and enjoying the scenery at my own snail pace once more.

The few I finished since last time:

Heaven In Her Arms by Catherine Hickem
I have to admit when I first saw the title of Catherine Hickem's book, Heaven in Her Arms- Why God Chose Mary to Raise His Son and What It Means For You, my interest was peaked. I have always been drawn to the faith of this unassuming, young woman of the Bible who has through various denominations been deified, defended, glorified, minimized, scrutinized and idolized. 
As for me, I knew if there is one lady in scripture who could teach me something, it is Mary.
Mary, the Mother of God.
Mary, the Maidservant of The Lord.
Mary, the humble Jewish girl.
Mary, the wife of Joseph.
Mary the Virgin Mother.
Mary, the tender, submissive, faithful mother to Jesus.
Mary, a woman who both inspires, intimidates and baffles.
Mary, an Icon.
Indeed, I had no problem being drawn to this book, like a moth to flame.
But here is the clincher. Read More Here.

Mission Possible by Deborah L. McCarragher
This excellent offering has more to offer than meets the eye. Concise and to the point with the focus and intent being delivering hope, encouragement, useful scripture and guidance to those women who are in a spiritually mismatched marriage. I was leery at first because I wondered if this would have practical application for those who are in marriages where they are not with an unsaved spouse but instead with someone who may be a Christian but off track in their spiritual life in another way: back-slidden or perhaps off  in their personal walk in leading the family, discipleship, growth, zeal for the Lord etc. I found this to be useful as a help for those in marriage to a spouse who needs salvation but also for all women as we all need to keep our eyes fixed on Jesus and pray ceaselessly for our husbands. Practical, suitable and helpful for a variety of marriage circumstances.

Beckoned By The King  by Jeannie Pallett
The author takes a journey with God through the verses of Psalm 119.
Will be reviewing and interviewing Jeannie soon!

10 Minutes To Powerful Prayer by Stormie O'martian

Praying for Purpose for Women: 
A Prayer Experience That Will Change Your Life Forever
by Katie Brazelton

Still waiting on my nightstand BUT there is hope yet:
Goodness Gracious Green by Judy Christie (Love this series)
Bringing Up Girls by  Dr. James Dobson
Praying For Your Prodigal Daughter by Janet Thompson
The Journals of Jim Elliot by Elisabeth Elliot
The Savage, My Kinsman by Elisabeth Elliot
Breaking Free From Anger & Unforgiveness by Linda Mintle, PH.D.

Current Focus with Momentum:
The Necessity of an Enemy: How the Battle You Face Is Your Best Opportunity
by Ron Carpenter, Jr.

For those who remember my broken, uninsured Kindle:
I am RE- Kindled-
Thanks to my Mom She bought herself the Kindle Fire and 
bestowed upon me her old Kindle!

Happy Reading! 

What's On Your Nightstand


Life is Fragile (Monday's Vigil)

“That which should distinguish the suffering of believers from unbelievers
 is the confidence that our suffering is under
the control of an all-powerful and all-loving God.
Our suffering has meaning and purpose in God's eternal plan,
and He brings or allows to come into our lives only that which is
for His glory and our good.”
~Jerry Bridges

This Monday my heart goes out to the victims and families
 of those from Friday's Shooting.
I don't have a lot to say, except that I did not feel
 I could just do my usual Monday post.

It's times like these when we realize the fragility of our lives.
(A Poem)

As well as the brevity of our time here on this good earth.

It is a time to acknowledge and affirm He is good.
(Post and Book excerpt)

Even while we tell our stories
(An amazing post from a Mom Blogger who was in THE Theater)

And try to explain tragedies of evil to our children.

It's a time to pray for those who believe.

It's a time to give thanks for all we hold dear.

As we praise our God.

I pray Lord that you will continue to reveal yourself in the days ahead.
Be glorified.
Thank you that you are a Merciful and Mighty God.

I wish to acknowledge the Victims here today.
Let us pray for their families. Each one.

Alexander J. Boik
Jonathan T. Blunk
Jesse E. Childress
Gordon W. Cowden
Jessica N. Ghawi
John T. Larimer
Micayla C. Medek
Matthew McQuinn
Veronica Moser-Sullivan
Alex M. Sullivan
Alexander C. Teves
Rebecca Ann Wingo

I also lift up those remaining in the hospital, the officers, 
health care personnel and all of the individuals who are involved in restoring 
order, health, hope and care.

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. 
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, 
even as I have been fully known.
1 Corinthians 13:12

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