Jesus Heard

(I first heard this poem a week ago on an audio recording of Corrie ten Boom sharing.  Then tonight I found that someone had written it out for me and had placed it on my desk.  May this bless and touch your heart as it did mine) 

Jesus heard when you prayed last night,
He talked with God about you
Jesus was there, when you fought your fight,
He is going to bring you through

Jesus knew when you shed those tears,
So you did not weep alone
For the burden you thought to heavy to bear,
He made it His very own

Jesus himself was touched by that trial,
Which you could not understand
Jesus stood by as you almost fell
And lovingly grasped your hand

Jesus cared when you bore that pain,
Indeed He bore it too
He felt each pain, each ache in your heart,
Because of His love for you

Jesus was grieved when you doubted His love,
But He gave you grace to go on
Jesus rejoiced as you trusted Him,
The most Trustworthy One

His presence shall ever be with you,
No need to be anxious or fret
Wonderful Lord, He was there all the time,
He has never forsaken you yet!
Hallelujah, Amen.

my heart is in the highlands. . .

photo credit

This morning I revisited a favourite site, and fell in love again with one of my favourite places on earth.  Go to http://www.fortaugustusphotos.co.uk/index.html and click on November 20th for some g.o.r.g.e.o.u.s. pictures of a place very dear to my heart :) 

happy american thanksgiving!

this day I am thankful for. . .

my precious Savior who redeemed and restored this life

a beautiful view from my window

the chance to work in such a wonderful enviroment with such wonderful people

my family. aboslutely.

books and quotes and flowers

music that lifts my heart to Him

friends.

laughter.

snowflakes.

sunshine.

full and busy days doing little things for my King

clean rooms and fresh air

a God who is faithful to finish the work He began.

............

one of my favourite quotes

photo by kristi. . .last fall. . .what sweet memories!

in the future

In the future, before I have four girls looking everywhere for my shoes, I will remember which pair I wore.  When you are looking for a pair of boots, it is helpful to look for the pair that is actually there. 

just sayin'.

*grins*

at the start of a new day

. . .I remember that it is not my day, but HIS.

"It is one thing to go through a crisis grandly, but another thing to go through every day glorifying God when there is no witness, no limelight, no one paying the remotest attention to us."
-Oswald Chambers-

to wait.

"My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from Him. 

He only is my rock and my salvation: He is my defence; I shall not be moved. . ." 

Psalm 62:5-6

what does it mean to wait?
Over the last couple of weeks, I've had such a longing to take a peek into the future, to see what will happen, to flip to the next chapter. 
This past Thursday, we had part two of a special student life activity (I have a feeling some future students may be reading this, so I'll keep quiet about what it is!)  Eager students began showing up over 30 minutes early.  And when I walked in and saw all the students had arrived before the Lakehouse had been set-up my first thought was "No, this cannot be. . .they shouldn't see anything until we are all ready for them.  It takes some of the sparkle out if you watch the transformation of the room." 

The Lord used that to teach me about waiting.  He has something splendid up ahead. . .something that He uniquely orchestrated.  There is a time and a season for everything.  And He asks that I stay where He has placed me, until He ushers in the next season. 

to wait.

to trust.

to believe.

That is what I am called to do, in every circumstance and every season. 

"Trust in Him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before Him: 

God is a refuge for us.  Selah."

Psalm 62:8

a quote and a picture

"When we consecrate ourselves to God, we think we are making a great sacrifce and doing lots for Him, when really we are only letting go some little, bitsie trinkets we have been grabbing, and when our hands are empty, He fills them full of His treasures." 

-betty stam-

tea for three

It was about two weeks ago that us three roommates spontaneously decided to have a tea party.  There was a quick flurry of tidying, finding and boiling of water.  Then we dimmed the lights (when you cannot have candles for fear of setting of the fire alarms, you do what you can) for ambiance, turned on some music and sat cross - legged on the floor. 

It was such a sweet time of fellowship that we decided that it would have to become at least a weekly tradition. And it has certainly happened often, especially with the winter weather we've been having here lately! 

There is just something so special about drinking tea. . .especially out of a red tea pot.