Monday, January 19, 2009

playing dead

even my dog can't do this, but amazingly, my husband can. we have been awake for an hour and i know he is too. too stubborn to unleash the sheet. he stays still. coffee gets cold by the bed side stand. yet he knows it is there. can't wait all day, ya know. so I run on.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

nlt disbelief

but he laughed to himself in disbelief. “How could I become a father at the age of 100?” he thought. “And how can Sarah have a baby when she is ninety years old?” (Gen.17:17)

in the still

in the still of your presence, i am listening Lord. i am still, i am quiet, i am yours

brooklyn tab this is your house live

rainy day and satan thought he could defeat me and keep me from doing God's will... i push on still. he thinks he has one on me, defeating God's plan... but i will try again. found this song on a cd that only a child could have handed to me. spoke what i needed.

"Lord, our eyes are weak and we're blinded to the truth of WHO WE ARE every time we look, we're reminded of the things that stain our hearts
(Chorus) for You are holy, holy, holy are you Lord And You are worthy, worthy, worthy are you Lord
Why does Your mercy come like the morning and Your light dispel my dark Lord, I don't deserve Your love that RESTORES me and I'm humbled by Your heart
(C)
You reign in majesty and we fall on bended knee to praise You, all of our days, May the story of OUR LIVES be worship in YOUR eyes, Let our hearts shout of Your glory You are holy, holy, holy are you Lord And you are worthy, worthy, worthy are you Lord......"

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

wondering

i spend most of my time now wondering who i am and what i did with the person that i thought i was

matt 5:23-24

23 “So if you are presenting a sacrifice[i] at the altar in the Temple and you suddenly remember that someone has something against you, 24 leave your sacrifice there at the altar. Go and be reconciled to that person. Then come and offer your sacrifice to God.

should be blogging

i know, i know. i should be blogging. with email, face book and this bad boy, i just have a hard time managing it all. felt you to touch my right knee this morning. i know it was you or one of your angels. it was way too real. why did you just turn my computer off. thought i was talking to you. hmmmm.