God does so move in a mysterious way

 The Hymn of the Day

God Moves in a Mysterious Way

The mystery of God's movement is sometimes a quiet thing and sometimes a loud thing.  The clouds and the sky are usually quiet and the designs of the beautiful wildlife are a quiet mystery.  What a funny stripe the skunk has on it’s back and the perfume of gore is its amazement.  Who thought of that? God! Millions and billions of design elements in the birds and flora and fauna around us.  Still we find so much time to look at animations of people when the animations of God are so fascinating. The designs of God’s loudness are the sounds of the laughing hyena, or the calls of the whales to eachother from the deep.  Loudness with humor and meaning.  Loudness of thunder that strikes such fear in us, that if we heard it rattle more than one clap at a time, we would cower under the bed.  He gives us what we can handle of loudness.  

His mystery in design is as infinite as his attributes.

The hymn says that He plants his footsteps in the seas and ride upon the storms.  Tiptoing around us and riding above us as though we are in the middle.  He cares and entertains us in his mystery and yet we are often so unaware.

Greedy!

 Greedy for Grace.

Where is my Sweet Spirited Contentment?

Christmas, just being past, makes me remember the hunger of looking for my name on the presents under the tree.  Where is my next present?  Where is my gift from so and so?  Where is my…? Amazing that we can develop a hunger and thirst for more, just through the practice of doing it so regularly.

As I go through the Rare Jewel book again, I feel that spiritual greediness welling up in my soul.  His first chapter, Jeremiah Burroughs says Contentment is a sweet, inward heart thing. UUUgh!  Where’s mine? Greediness for contentment is oxymoronic, isn't it?

IN Thankfulness for a Delightful Holiday Season!

 

After "Merry Christmas Mush to Munch"

 December 26, 2022

After a feast, like the Christmas feast that we enjoyed yesterday, I don’t feel guilt as much as determination to healthful indulgences.  I have enjoyed the delight of fatty foods and now it is time to pivot to the alternative enjoyments of exercise and heart healthy wonders.

I made a morning smoothie.  There is no way that I am going to stop my coffee ritual.  That stuff wakes me to my duties, like the trumpet in the military.  “It is time to rise and shine”, says my coffee.  I was completely out of coffee except for a bit of ice coffee in the crisper in a bottle.  I heated that stuff up and enjoyed it before imbibing a delightful nectar which I have been brewing in my mind for months.

I bought some powdered protein powder and I included ¼ scoop in my smoothie

2 handfuls of spinach

2 stalks of celery

½ cup of cherry/berry frozen fruit and a cup of apple juice.

Processed twice in my smoothie blender and I am enjoying the delight of the taste and feeling of cleaning my bloodstream from that fatty Christmas indulgence.  It may take 20 years of these smoothies to really clean my arteries and veins from the build up, but I am grateful for a new opportunity to work in that direction!

Who knew the combination to the locked secret of Nebuchadnezzars Dream?

Daniel 2:20-24 KJV 

[20] Daniel answered and said, Blessed be the name of God for ever and ever: for wisdom and might are his: [21] And he changeth the times and the seasons: he removeth kings, and setteth up kings: he giveth wisdom unto the wise, and knowledge to them that know understanding: [22] He revealeth the deep and secret things: he knoweth what is in the darkness, and the light dwelleth with him. [23] I thank thee, and praise thee, O thou God of my fathers, who hast given me wisdom and might, and hast made known unto me now what we desired of thee: for thou hast now made known unto us the king's matter. [24] Therefore Daniel went in unto Arioch, whom the king had ordained to destroy the wise men of Babylon: he went and said thus unto him; Destroy not the wise men of Babylon: bring me in before the king, and I will shew unto the king the interpretation.

can you just imagine the wonder of the power of a God who can deliver you from the hand of a powerfully angry despot?

Those babies in the womb are rejoicing today.  Their death sentence has been abated through the courts in our land!

The hatchet and the gallows were set for their demise and the hangmen continue to argue for their demise. We have our children all convinced that they were a burden and they can't even believe that they were wanted anymore.   Abortion has become the reality of their priority!  Every other ambition comes before them.

Daniel saw God abate his death sentence and I just cant wait to see the lives that are saved from the henchmen in this era rise up and show the death generation how to live for life and not for death!

Here's your Hat, What's your hurry?

  Put on the whole armor of God!

How many days do we go out into the battlefield of the Lord with pieces of our armor on and pieces of our armor left at home?

I know that I hate it when I get caught with my pain medication in my pocketbook.  I step on my arthritic knee and it says, "nope". I am not going another step.   I often imagine myself strewn on the floor of the Commons.  Why didn't I anticipate my recurring pain?  Worse yet, is getting hit by the fiery darts of the enemy of our souls.   He targets you with your own knowledge of scripture.  He knows you left your helmet of salvation home today and it will do its most significant damage to your soul, if not catapult you right down to the deepest hell.

Jesus has given you instructions and you ignored them.  Put your coat on!  It is snowing!  Put your earmuffs on you will catch cold and there you are on your deathbed lamenting your own ignorant sad negligence concerning your health.  More sad the condition of the soul in hell who has had a closet full of God's Complete Armor and left it home in the heat of battle.

Eternal, is the sense of lamenting.

I think about it daily concerning myself!

Lest I be a castaway

Forty

 Where is the Candlestick maker in Genesis 40?

 

 

 

The Butcher (butler) the Baker and the Candlestick maker, were a trio that we learned in nursery rhymes from my earliest remembrances.  This morning, I rise from a 3 day sick hibernation to embrace the Lord’s Prayer, We shall behold him in Thess 4 and The Baker’s Demise in Genesis 40, before the comforts of Psalm 23 and Proverbs 8 put a setting cast on my soul.  It is as though my soul was broken by this sickness.  Cough and cold, low grade fever, but nothing that seems to threaten the life, it seems.  Still, God providentially made me wait for the weekend to swim in this dear and well trodden meditation.  

 

I am often Joseph in my imaginations, because he was the believer in the story of the butcher and the baker.  Sometimes, I am the capricious Pharoah or the butler,  but never the baker…. I do bake and I was baking when I was reading this time.  My bread is healing and comfort to me.  Tested negative for Omicron, but it seems that I just as easily could have tested positive and had only 3 days to prepare my soul for eternity.

 

Not a fear of death, but a seasoned and consistent knowledge that preparations are in order, everytime we endure sickness and even in the best of times.   The Butler was the server of the wines to the Pharoah and the memory of the gladness that he often gave the despot was probably what gave him his reprieve.  We will never know.

 

The Baker’s bread though ever so tasty was not enough to save his body and yet perhaps repentance and faith were granted in the 3 days that he was afforded to make his peace with God and that was greater healing throughout eternity.

 

As if, one of the ravens, dastardly tasting of the flesh of this sad tale, lessons are most numerous.  

 

I.                God is not capricious like a Pharoah.  He doesn’t flip a coin, as it were to determine the fates of his servants.   My times are in His hands and He alone holds the timepiece of my moments.

II.            All servants of God have something to minister unto him in worship and praise as well as service and prayer!

III.          Mene mene was later on the walls of a kingdom, who had forgotten the air that they breathe was lent to them.  You are weighed in the balance and found wanting.  We certainly don’t want that as an epitaph of our life, of our country of our earth time.  Globalists seem to forget this.  It is God’s earth and not ours.

IV.          Never Again, should we forget that ministering to god in worship and praise is highly a great use of the air that we breathe…

See Amid the Winter Snow

My Joy!

 What a delightful birthday weekend!

As usual December 10th brought the usual aching in my heart missing my Grandma.  It would have been her hundred and something birthday.   I chose to watch Anastasia the cartoon version because it contains the delightful Grandmother, granddaughter aching which I was feeling.  

This time the spotlight was on Rasputen for me and not as much on the gifts which was my initial impetus for watching it.  The song about the cursedness was more than I could take in my longing for my grandma.  I could really see the intention of the enemy of our souls convening to destroy a loving family and crush it into the dust.  I went to sleep lamenting to my sweet Savior “ Who shall deliver us from the reality of this intention of the enemy so well expressed in this fiction?”

I woke with the full confidence of my Savior's love at 59 years old.  It is your birthday.  Jesus is faithful.  He is preserving your life and your family.  What a grace to see the foot of the Lord stomp the real devil. Halleluia, what a Savior!