You’re Not Finished Yet . . .

Last night, before I got ready to go to church, I was watching a movie, and noticed my son’s little bowl sitting on top of the counter.  It had been sitting there a while, now full of coins, useful in its own little way, and I realized I hadn’t taken a picture of it yet to show off to all my social media friends what a wonderful job he had done.  So, I picked it up, walked outside with it so I could find some decent light, and snapped a picture with my cell phone.

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My Playlist For This Week . . .

Music . . . What can I say, it fills my heart with praise for our Lord and Father.  It’s a prayer you can sing.  I just love you, Jesus.  Listen to our prayers, listen to our hearts.  

This is the music I’ve been listening to over the course of this week that has helped me praise our Lord and worship Him.  I hope it is helpful to you as well.  Please, please link some of your favorites in the comments!  I love new music to listen to.

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You Still Have To Work For It . . .

About a year ago, I watched a movie called Son of God.  It was good.  Maybe you’ve seen it.  Towards the beginning of the movie, Jesus is talking to Peter on the Sea of Galilee.  He was urging him to go fishing, but Peter kept insisting there were no fish.  Jesus continued to talk, telling Peter basically trust him.  Finally, Peter threw the net in the water, expecting nothing to happen, but it did.  He pulled in net after net of fish, until he finally fell back against the mast of the boat, out of breath from the exertion of the haul.

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Being Thankful, Drawing Closer . . .

I was at church this past Sunday night, and my pastor said something I’ve heard said a zillion other times, but never really let it sink in . . . Jesus died on that cross for you, and if it had been only for you, he would have still done it.

I’m not sure the reason, but it sat there with me this time, resonating in the silence of the building, only the pastor’s voice being heard.  If it were only one of us, only me, or only you, he still would have taken that beating, that bloody, gruesome, painful death.  For only one of us.

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The Day God Took Away My Nice . . .

What kind of title is that?  I know you must be wondering.  So, here, I’m about to fill you in.

Have you ever done one of those spiritual gift tests?  I have.  Many times actually.  Maybe just to see what I already knew, maybe just sheer curiosity to see if it was something different.  But, the outcome, as I suspected, was always Mercy.  My number one spiritual gift is mercy.  And I do it well.  I let it define me.  I smile, I care about people, I cry when people are ugly or mean to other people.  I try very hard to step up and help if I can.  I genuinely love the human race and most of the people it.  I am nice, like nice to a fault.  I very rarely say no to anyone, I try to help when and where I can.  I volunteer for things, kids and animals flock to me like the modern day pied piper or Snow White.  You get it, I’m just a generally nice person.  And, I like it.

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