E is for Easter

I know Easter has come and gone but I want to share with you a happening in my life the weekend of Easter. Most Lents(the season leading up to Easter) I normally fast something, not because I'm so good but to remind me how good He is. This Lent I fasted fiction. Many of you know I dearly love to read. I can read a good fiction book in a no time flat. As Easter approached, I was longing to reading after all the Easter day activities. I don't usually long for things or events, so this was a different feeling. I couldn't wait! I was so anxious for Easter to come!

The Saturday before 'He is risen!' day as I was cooking and contemplating the longing I was feeling, the dear Holy Spirit spoke to me,"Do you ever long for coming of your Jesus? Do you ever stand on your tiptoes and try to peak at the next day to see if He is coming again? Do you ever go through your day thinking about His coming and wishing He would hurry and come?"

Needless to say, I was pierced by this word! I don't long for his coming everyday. I don't wake up and think 'Maybe this is the day my Jesus comes.'

I pray for such a longing! I pray that I will long for His presence in my life all day long and long for His coming! I pray I will put all of myself into looking for Him and living like I see Him coming over the my mountains very day.

Dear Ones, what do you long for?

D is for Daughters at Disney World

Enjoy the hair styles and cute girls.

This is one of our first trips to Epcot. Charity was almost 10 and Faith(who was called Shelley at the time) was five. We love everything from the rides to the hotel swimming pool.

Even though you can't see Hope, she was actually with us on this trip!

This is the trip we made right before we moved to camp. Charity was 14,
Faith was 10 and Hope was 4.

All three look like Princesses! Notice Faith's fake glasses.

My favorite 21st century Disney picture: Hope and Faith are running from the Yeti.

C is for Cards

My husband takes great care in picking cards for each of the appropriate holidays for me, however I do not. However, this Valentine's Day, I decided to do it differently. So, I headed into the local Hallmark shop to find the perfect card. I opened each card and carefully read each message. If it was a musical card, I listened to the song. I can't remember how many cards I considered. Finally, I discover just the right one.

Valentine's Day arrives and I start to open my card first, but as I lift the flap on the envelope, I see colors I recognize. No, no, no, he couldn't have chosen the same card! So, I stop and ask him, "Let's open our cards together." Sure enough, we bought exactly the same cards.

We have live together too long.

Random Eating

This week, I've been watching what I eat until last night, when I remembered the 5 frozen sugar cookies at the RC. No matter that is a cold, dreary night, I hop in the car and drive to the RC and retrieve the cookies and come back to savor their flavor. However, this morning, I awoke with a sugar hangover. I feel listless and my body is not responding well to the tasks I give it to perform. Why, oh, why(as the country song goes) do I give in to momentary thoughts and send myself spiraling out of control? Was I too tired? Was I disappointed by something? I'm not sure. I'll have to think about last night for awhile.

What about you? What sends you spiraling out of control?

B is for Behind

An authentic Southern lady never uses certain words in a conversation. This conversation language can be attained through tutoring for a gently aged ladies of the South or one could take lessons in Southern life from books written by Southern women.

One of things ladies do not talk about in public is the part of the body they sit on. If they must refer to it in public, they will use words like-the part of your body you sit on. These ladies might use other kind, gentle words, however they would never use the word ending in tt, even though this is a correct term. Just because something is correct, does not mean is proper.

In this day and age, it is extremely hard to find a Southern lady? Do you know one?

Coming soon: C is for cards.

A is for Angel

You ever get stuck on a chapter during your quiet times and just can't seem to move on. I'm in Acts, and, boy howdy, I'm stuck on chapter six. I thought maybe you could help understand this chapter better, so I could move on. We'll see.

In chapter 6, verse 15 says

And all who were sitting in the Sanhedrin looked intently at him and

saw that his face was like the face of an angel.(HCSB)

So, I've been meditating on 'the face of an angel' forever. (Well, not really forever but a few days.) It couldn't mean like the faces of the baby cherubims in sweet Valentine's Day cards or the faces of the Dreamsicles on my shelves or surely not the beautiful female angels at the annual Christmas play. But, what could it mean?

Finally, I had time to read about angels in a Systematic Theology book. I learned angels are created beings that worship God, take messages and fight demonic forces for us. I saw nothing about sweet baby-faced angels. So, what did the members of the Sanhedrin see?

Chuck Swindoll in The Living Insights Study Bible says, "Stephen's face shone with God's quiet, empowering presence, giving him uncommon confidence"(page 1163). So, maybe they saw the confident power the presence of God can give a person.

I am sure Mr. Swindoll is right, he certainly knows more than me. However I like to think the Sanhedrin saw the face of a warrior angel. Stephen was arguing the validity of the gospel and he had no reason to fear being wrong. He had seen first hand what believing in Jesus could do. He would do battle for Jesus, no matter the consequences.

The next time I read about angels anywhere, I will not be thinking about baby-faced cherubim. What about you? What do you think of when you read the word angel? Let me know.

Coming soon-B is for Behind.

Christmas Invasion

Christmas invades our lives in December. Some people, eager for the season, rush into the season as soon as their family and circumstances allow. However, family and friends drag others, who dig their heels the whole way, into the celebration. In Matthew 2, there are two distinct groups invaded by the Christmas story: the Magi and Herod and his government.

The Magi, excited by the appearance of the star, traveled may miles to celebrate the birth of this baby King. Not sure where this King dwelt or the importance of His birth to the Jewish people, they traveled to Jerusalem to seek information. Assured by government officials in Jerusalem that Bethlehem was the place of a ruler’s birth, they traveled to that city. Overjoyed by the sight of the star in Bethlehem, they bowed down and worshiped this little King. Leaving with this King, precious treasures of frankincense, gold and myrrh, they traveled home a completely different road.

Herod wanted no part of this celebration. They would have to drag him, kicking and screaming, into this celebration. He would never celebrate this King’s birth. He would destroy this King if he could. In fact, later in this passage, we see his wrath has many baby boys killed. He would not celebrate another King. He was the only King.

As this season invades your life, how are you responding? Are you like the Magi, seeking ways to worship the King? Are you like Herod, looking for ways to do your own thing, be your own king?