
....... whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
A Young Maiden's Daybook

Saturday, January 30, 2010
psalm 61

Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer.
From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.
I will abide in thy tabernacle for ever: I will trust in the covert of thy wings. Selah.
For thou, O God, hast heard my vows: thou hast given me the heritage of those that fear thy name.
Thou wilt prolong the king's life: and his years as many generations.
He shall abide before God for ever: O prepare mercy and truth, which may preserve him.
So will I sing praise unto thy name for ever, that I may daily perform my vows.
God hears prayer. The heritage He has given me is beautiful to me. My heart is overwhelmed right now. He is leading me to the rock, Jesus Christ my Lord. I will cast my self upon this rock, the stone that the builders rejected that has become the chief corner stone. He is higher than I. God is preserving me, He is is keeping me. His mercy and truth will follow me all the days of my life. I love the Lord because He first loved me. He teaching me to die daily. Giving and poring out the love that he has given me. This life is hard and difficult. But the greatest joy comes by suffering. I would not know peace without a storm. I would not know life without death. I will praise Him for He has delivered me from death and my feet from stumbling. When I am falling He picks me up and holds me in His loving arms. I trust in the Lord. He is ever before me. I will rest in Him.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The days are quickly going by. The moments are fleeing. This life is but a vapor, my God is forever. It is in the quiet place of resting that I find Him. He is always here He knows all that I am going through. He's felt all that I'm going through, He's all that I need. Jesus knows and He cares for me. Jesus knows so I wait patiently, For Him to answer all my prayers. For Him to heal me in my despair. Jesus knows. He shares all my sorrows and joys. He has shined upon me and brought a song into my life. I am learning to sing this song. He has stretched out His hand to help me. I have been lifted up into His arms and He will keep me. He knows this pathway. It has been prepared by Him. He knows the next step. I will keep my mind stayed on Him. I take each day as it comes and whatever He wills is best.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
A fine day!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Here I am! This is what I am doing today!

Friday, January 15, 2010
Another Giveaway!!!

Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Walking back from the bakery building with a load of dry laundry, it is dark out here the lights in the windows of the house are glowing out to me, the icicles are sparkling. the snow is softly crunching under my slippered, wool socked feet. A smell comes into my nose as I get closer towards the house and guesthouse... woodsmoke! Ah, how I like that smell! winter! It is here and I am enjoying every bit of it. I was just out there hanging up four loads. We have a line up in the loft of our big building. Daddy just put a new stove in there so it is so nice and toasty warm. This past week I was working on kniting a pair of ... well you will have to just wait because I think my sister Hannah will want to post it on her blog! But I really want to show you! so I'll wait until she tells.
Thou Thinkest Lord Of Me
Words and Music by E.S. Lorenz and E.D. Mund
Friday, January 8, 2010
An empty canvas waits for the Painter.
And waits to be the painting he must be.
Unto this end it rightly was created
To reflect rightly what the Painter sees.
Now I must wonder what His eyes are now beholding
As they surely turn their gaze to behold me
As my lips so often speak the name of Jesus.
Will the canvas hold His image within me?
Few be the lovers in this painting,
Few be the lovers of His cross.
Many will be joined at the Lords table
Beckoned there to feast or to dine.
Who among us still will be found faithful
To be the blest and to drink the cup of His wine?
Few be the lovers in this painting,
Few be the lovers of His cross.
Who will remain to cry in tribulation?
Who will remain as to hunger in the fast?
Who will remain to die to save another?
Who will be first as to be recorded last?
Few be the lovers in this painting,
Few be the lovers of His cross.
Isn't it the passion of His glory?
Isn't it the paradox of shame?
Isn't the beauty of this painting?
Oh but isn't it the power of His Name!
Few be the lovers in this painting, few be the lovers of His cross.
Monday, January 4, 2010
And The Mystery Picture Is...
The artichoke part of the Jerusalem artichoke's name comes from the taste of its edible tuber. Samuel de Champlain, the French explorer, sent the first samples of the plant to France, noting that its taste was similar to an artichoke.

Saturday, January 2, 2010
Guess this picture
Friday, January 1, 2010
Happy New Year!

Here is a new year before me. I have no idea what is in store for me. All that I know is that Jesus Christ is Lord! As I think back on the past year. I am so blessed. He has brought me this far. He will take me forward. I will not let go of His hand and when I fall down He will pick me up. This road is a very rough and a rugged one and it is up hill all the way. I have been traveling long and hard but still my face is turned toward the sun. I remember when I first saw it rise and It's rays shined upon me and it's warmth and burning filled my soul. It is Jesus that keeps me going He is at work both to will and to do His good pleasure in me and through me.
- I don't know about tomorrow,
I just live from day to day.
I don't borrow from it's sunshine,
For it's skies may turn to gray.
I don't worry o'er the future,
For I know what Jesus said,
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what is ahead.
- Refrain
Many things about tomorrow,
I don't seem to understand;
But I know Who holds tomorrow,
And I know Who holds my hand.
Ev'ry step is getting brighter,
As the golden stairs I climb;
Ev'ry burden's getting lighter;
Ev'ry cloud is silver lined.
There the sun is always shining,
There no tear will dim the eyes,
At the ending of the rainbow,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
- Refrain
Many things about tomorrow,
I don't seem to understand;
But I know Who holds tomorrow,
And I know Who holds my hand.
I don't know about tomorrow,
It may bring me poverty;
But the One Who feeds the sparrow,
Is the One Who stands by me.
And the path that be my portion,
May be through the flame or flood,
But His presence goes before me,
And I'm covered with His blood.
- Refrain
Many things about tomorrow,
I don't seem to understand;
But I know Who holds tomorrow,
And I know Who holds my hand.


