Speaking of Unfailing Love…

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How good it is to give thanks to the Eternal

and to praise Your name with song, O Most High;

to speak of Your unfailing love in the morning

and rehearse Your faithfulness as night begins to fall.

How good it is to praise to the sound of strings—lute and harp—

the stirring melodies of the lyre.

Because You, O Eternal One,

thrill me with the things You have done,

I will sing with joy in light of Your deeds.

(Psalm 92:1-4)

Breathe

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“Breathe”

This is the air I breathe
This is the air I breathe
Your holy presence living in me
This is my daily bread
This is my daily bread
Your very word spoken to me
And I,  I’m desperate for you
And I,  I’m lost without you
This is the air I breathe
This is the air I breathe
Your holy presence living in me
-Michael W. Smith

The Sunshine of Forgiveness

 

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We tend to drag up our old sins, we tend to live under a vague sense of guilt…we are not nearly as vigorous in appropriating God’s forgiveness as He is in extending it. Consequently, instead of living in the sunshine of God’s forgiveness through Christ, we tend to live under an overcast sky of guilt most of the time.     -Jerry Bridges    

 We also pray that you will be strengthened with all his glorious power so you will have all the endurance and patience you need. May you be filled with joy, always thanking the Father. He has enabled you to share in the inheritance that belongs to his people, who live in the light. For he has rescued us from the kingdom of darkness and transferred us into the Kingdom of his dear Son, who purchased our freedom and forgave our sins. (Colossians 1:11-14)


And then it dawned on me…

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I will enter His gates with thanksgiving in my heart,

I will enter His courts with praise.

I will say, “This is the day that the Lord has made!”

I will rejoice, for He has made me glad.

Worthy

Worthy
Worthy

Then in my vision I heard the voices of many angels encircling the throne, the living creatures and the elders. There were myriads of myriads and thousands of thousands, crying in a great voice, “Worthy is the Lamb who was slain to receive power and riches and wisdom, and strength and honour and glory and blessing!”

 Then I heard the voice of everything created in Heaven, upon earth, under the earth and upon the sea, and all that are in them saying, “Blessing and honour and glory and power be to him who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb, for ever and ever!” (Revelation 5: 11-13)

L’heure exquise

Henderson Lake

L’heure exquise

(English translation)

The white moon shines in the forest,

From every branch comes forth a voice,

Under the foliage.

Oh beloved!

The pond, a deep mirror, reflects

The silhouette of the dark willow,

Where the wind cries.

Let’s dream, ’tis the hour!

A vast and tender calm

Seems to descend from the firmament,

Iridescent with stars;

‘Tis the exquisite hour!

 

 

He brought me to the banqueting house of wine, and his banner over me was love. (Song of Solomon 2:4)

Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds

Be exalted, Oh God!
Be exalted, Oh God!

 

My heart is confident in you, O God;

no wonder I can sing your praises with all my heart!

Wake up, lyre and harp!

I will wake the dawn with my song.

I will thank you, Lord, among all the people.

I will sing your praises among the nations.

For your unfailing love is higher than the heavens.

Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.

Be exalted, O God, above the highest heavens.

May your glory shine over all the earth.

(Psalm 108: 1-5  NLT)

Upon a Midnight Clear

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Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long; Beneath the angel strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong; And man, at war with man, hears not The love-song which they bring; O hush the noise, ye men of strife And hear the angels sing.

And ye, beneath life’s crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing. O rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing!

For lo! the days are hastening on, By prophet-bards foretold, When with the ever circling years Comes round the age of gold; When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing.

 

-from “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear” by Marcus Tidmarsh

May the Peace of Christ be with you today and always!

And a very special blessing to a friend of Jesus (and friend of mine) who, just this week, donated a kidney to someone she doesn’t even know. Many, many blessings on you!!!! You are already famous in heaven!