Tag: worship

No Bounds

On By Charis PsalloIn Mountains, Sky6 Comments
Filled with Your Glory, Lord
Filled with Your Glory, Lord

In my heart, in my heart, there’s a fire burning
A passion deep within my soul
Not slowing down, not growing cold
An unquenchable flame that keeps burning brighter
A love that’s blazing like the sun
For who You are and what You’ve done

And as the fire is raging on
So Your praise becomes my song

The whole earth
Is filled with Your glory, Lord
Angels and men adore
Creation longs for what’s in store
(Mountains bow and oceans roar)
May You be
Honored and glorified
Exalted and lifted high
Here at Your feet I lay my life

From the ends of the earth
To the heights of Heaven
Your glory, Lord, is far and wide
Through history You reign on high

From the depths of the sea
To the mountain’s summit
Your power, Lord, it knows no bounds
A higher love cannot be found

So let the universe proclaim
Your great power and Your great name

-Starfield

 

Gift

On By Charis PsalloIn Photography, Trees and forests, WinterLeave a comment
Still, still, still
Still, still, still

“I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.”

                     -Jesus Christ

 

Festival Joy!

On By Charis PsalloIn Photography4 Comments
Under the lamp post
Under the lamp post

The people who walked in darkness

have seen a great light.

For those who lived in a land of deep shadows—

light! sunbursts of light!

 

Festival joy!

The joy of a great celebration,

sharing rich gifts and warm greetings.

 

For a child has been born—for us!

the gift of a son—for us!

(From Isaiah 9,  The Message paraphrase)

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope!

Peace on earth,

Charis

Longing Eyes

On By Charis PsalloIn Mountains, Photography, Trees and forests, Winter6 Comments
Late Afternoon Hills
Late Afternoon Hills

Unto the hills around do I lift up
my longing eyes:
oh whence for me shall my salvation come,
from whence arise?
From God the Lord doth come my certain aid,
from God the Lord who heaven and earth hath made.

                                                                                             -Charles Purday

Weapons-grade Joy

On By Charis PsalloIn Just folks, Mountains, Music7 Comments
He's got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the Whole World in His Hands…

A  friend used the term “weapons-grade joy” today and it reminded me of this day, just over a year ago.

My daughter and I decided to take a student, who was visiting from Germany, on a little hike. She volunteered to carry one of the children in a backpack carrier and my daughter carried the other on her back. I, of course, carried the camera –and some crackers and milk and extra diapers.

On the way back down the hill the lovely student and our little granddaughter, who was about 2 ½ years old at the time, began to sing, “He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands.”  Like all joyful toddlers she shouted, “Again!” at the end of every verse, adding her own suggestions for who God had in his hands this time. By the time we reached the bottom of the trail she had placed every person, pet and animate and inanimate object she could think of in His hands.

There was some weapons-grade joy launched that day. Our young friend couldn’t believe that a walk through the neighbourhood in this part of Canada could look like this, and the rest of us got to enjoy the concert of praise.

It was a good day.

Out of the mouth of babies and infants,

you have established strength because of your foes,

to still the enemy and the avenger. (Psalm 8:2)

“The joy of the LORD is your strength.” (Nehemiah 8:11)

From Eager Hill, November
From Eager Hill, November
Going Up
Going Up

 

Sing our Way Home
Singing our Way Home

 

 

 

Down by the Creek

On By Charis PsalloIn Music, Photography, Water, Winter11 Comments
Skimming
Skimming the Surface

Icicles
Icicles

Contact

Contact
Flow
Flow
Baubles
Baubles
Black ice
Black ice
Bend
Bend

It seemed so dull and dreary I almost didn’t go out today. I’m glad I did.

There is grace even on dull days.

God is good.

White

On By Charis PsalloIn Man made, Photography, Trees and forests, Winter4 Comments
Frost
Frost

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He launches his promises earthward—
    how swift and sure they come!
He spreads snow like a white fleece,
    he scatters frost like ashes

(Psalm 147)

Oh Mary, Don’t You Weep No More

On By Charis PsalloIn Music, Sky, Trees and forests, Uncategorized4 Comments

more than this

After hearing reports from friends this weekend who were eye witnesses to marvelous goings on in other parts of the world where people are hungry for God and Holy Spirit came in power, I actually felt a little discouraged. I wept. Why not here?

We are so comfortable, so complacent. Would we walk two days to have the chance to learn more about Jesus Christ? Would we meet night after night, year, after year, to pray for our people and for those who would try to stifle and kill us, like they do in places where being passionate about your beliefs means laying your life on the line?

We are I am so complacent. The biggest problem taking up space in my worry quotient right now is how to get my dishwasher fixed when the only repairman in town is going on vacation for a month. God forgive me.

There must be more than this.

After a night of waking to the sound of weeping and wailing (I really don’t know where it came from) I got up with the chorus of this song on repeat in my head. I’m learning to pay attention to things like that. I haven’t heard it in years and I didn’t know any of the other words until I found a YouTube version with subtitles (such as they are). It spoke to my heart. It is God who parts the waters, not me. My task is simply to keep my eyes on him.

He is up to something. Just watch.

Bruce Springsteen, the prophet. Who knew? Enjoy.

(Mary probably refers to Mary of Bethany who wept for her brother Lazarus before Jesus raised him from the dead. Apparently the “booing” sound at the end is actually people calling “Bruce, Bruuuuuce” and “smoked the world with a 2×4” should be “smote the waters.”)