by Everyday Mommy on November 21, 2009
I have this song in my head…and it’s wonderful.
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
by Everyday Mommy on November 12, 2009
Would all of you please pray for my beloved friend, Billie? She had bilateral knee replacement surgery last week and was rushed to the ER this evening with blood clots in both legs. Please pray.
by Everyday Mommy on November 12, 2009
One of the most dangerous and most damaging false teachings today involves those who claim the name of Christ and also claim to have “the gift of healing”. So many believers have been irreparably harmed by those who teach the lie that healing is guaranteed for believers in the atonement, and that if one is ill they “lack faith” or have “unconfessed sin” in their life.
What does the Scripture really teach about healing?
by Everyday Mommy on November 11, 2009
This is my first year to participate in Rebecca Writes annual November of Thanksgiving and I pray that you’ll consider joining in as well.
Visit Rebecca’s site for details.
I’d planned on writing a post of thanksgiving about my beloved friend, Elle. But, it seems that insanity is transpiring against me. Johnny and I were up bright and early this morning, quickly putting on our slippers and gobbling our breakfast. In the midst of it all Johnny decided that today was going to be a Chatterbox Day. Chatterbox Day is when a little boy cannot keep his mouth shut for more than 30 seconds at a time. This means talking about anything and everything accompanied by sound effects galore. Explosions, crashes, booms and bangs. Chatterbox Day also means that Mommy’s concentration level is wanting. Days like this make me understand why my own mother blessed the silence.
So, today I have to confess that I’m thankful for silence…as infrequent as it can be.
by Everyday Mommy on November 10, 2009
This is my first year to participate in Rebecca Writes annual November of Thanksgiving and I pray that you’ll consider joining in as well.
Visit Rebecca’s site for details.
I’m thankful for friends. Not just any friends…Christian friends. Friends who belong to our Lord Jesus Christ and are part of His body. There is often an instant affinity when believers meet, whether it be in person or via electronic means. I’ve never seen many of my dearest friends face-t0-face, for we’ve been brought together through the strange and wonderful world of the internet. I’d like to take the next few days to share my thanks for individuals who’ve meant so very much to me.
I’ll begin with Jill, a/k/a Rabbit. Oh…did I just out her? Jill is not only my friend, she also happens to be my (younger) cousin. We grew up just a few miles from each other, but only saw one another at Christmas and Easter. Those were family holiday get-togethers and there was a strained relationship between the adults. My parents weren’t crazy about her parents and her parents weren’t crazy about mine. Family tensions may have influenced how we felt toward one another and each of us grew up, went off to college, got married and had kids, but little contact. Jill had her life and I had mine.
Then, about five years ago, we reconnected via…you guessed it…the internet. We had so much more in common than we ever realized and Christ was at the center of it all. I can say that Christ has bound our hearts together as only He can do. I love Jill for her intelligence, her quick wit, her laugh and all her Nye-thing qualities. It’s a Nye thing. For me she is a confidant, a shoulder and the sister I don’t have. She is my cousin. She is my friend. She is my fellow believer, and for all these things I give God thanks.
I love you, Jill. More than you know.
