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Louder than a thousand thunders is the voice of the Lord     these are meditations of the 7 Thunders in Revelations 10


This week I took a week to meditate on the combination of readings that providentially was in my reading schedule and think on them



https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2014&version=NKJV

https://legacy.sermonaudio.com/biblesearch.asp

https://www.blueletterbible.org/kjv/luk/15/1/s_986001

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation%2010&version=NKJV

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Malachi%201&version=NKJV

https://www.blueletterbible.org/kjv/lam/4/1/ss0/rl0/s_801001

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2078&version=NKJV

https://www.blueletterbible.org/kjv/psa/6/1/ss0/rl0/s_484001

https://www.sermonaudio.com/sermons/scripture/PSA/126

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%2019&version=NKJV

https://www.blueletterbible.org/audio_video/popPlayer.cfm?type=nkjv_n&b=20&c=30

https://www.blueletterbible.org/kjv/pro/3/1/s_631001





From Jan 16-Jan 23rd I am meditating on the group of readings and special readings    I interjected Psalm 45 and Psalm 51 and plan to insert Psalm 73 and Psalm 91 along with Psalm 78 and the corresponding Proverbs of the day.   The other readings stayed the same.   The special Psalms have additional reading and this Sunday I listened to Paul Tripp speak on Psalm 78 as the telling of the Secrets of God to our children to my souls great profit.   


“Whatever our children become, if God isn’t in their lives the wrong answer will result in their existence.”  that was the paraphrased gist of Paul Tripp’s message to my heart.



I usually listen to my Bible reading on Sermon Audio on Sundays because the voice is so dear to me.   I didn’t this morning because there was such significance in the combination that the endearment of the voice didn’t matter, this Sunday.    Thank You Lord for your embracing our hearts with Your Word and Your providences.


Also discovered two new songs this month, one from Gary Oliver,  You Are Holy  and one from Shelly Hamilton, You are Always Good.   I am basking in their majestic regality.   Thank You Lord!
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Sunday, January 5, 2025

I Will Glory in My Redeemer! {Hymn}

 I will glory in my Redeemer

Whose priceless blood has ransomed meMine was the sin that drove the bitter nailsAnd hung Him on that judgment tree
I will glory in my RedeemerWho crushed the power of sin and deathMy only Savior before the holy JudgeThe Lamb who is my righteousnessThe Lamb who is my righteousnessMy righteousness
I will glory in my RedeemerMy life He bought, my love He ownsI have no longings for anotherI'm satisfied in Him alone
Yes, I will glory in my RedeemerHis faithfulness, my standing placeThough foes are mighty and rush upon meMy feet are firm, held by His graceMy feet are firm, held by His graceHeld by His grace
I will glory in my RedeemerWho carries me on eagles' wingsHe crowns my life with lovingkindnessHis triumph song I'll ever singI'll ever sing, sing, sing
And I will glory in my RedeemerWho waits for me at gates of goldAnd when He calls me, it will be paradiseHis face forever to behold
I will glory in my RedeemerWho waits for me at gates of goldAnd when He calls me, it will be paradiseHis face forever to behold
His face forever to beholdHis face forever to beholdOh-oh-oh-ohI will beholdI will behold
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Title- The Studious One!

Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.