July 23, 2012

Directing My Paths

Today has been a day like no other. Today God's Sovereignty was magnified. I know God is All-Knowing, and He knows the beginning to the end. But sometimes I don't experience it so strongly in my life. Today was a day that I couldn't have missed it. It was a billboard in front of my face. Down to the details of things, God showed me He was in control. No wonder so many forefathers said Providence instead of God.
Our forefathers had a better handle on the Sovereignty of God. May I never forget this day and remember how God directs my steps. How I must, must stay focused on Him to hear Him tell me which way to go. And to obey without question. Providence has a reason and I must trust Him......

  • When He gives me direction, when my child is hurting.

  • When He makes me hesitate or wait, before just doing.

  • When He prompts my heart to make a phone call.

  • When He directs me to visit someone.

  • When He reveals a need to me.

  • When He desires for me to step back from a situation.

  • When He allows someone to share their fear, to speak the scripture He puts on my heart.

  • When He prompts me to pray

In all these ways, and many more, I am learning to trust. It is a life long process; I haven't arrived. But I am trying to have my eyes and ears more open.

July 07, 2012

What Kind of Builder Are You?

The Builder

A builder builded a temple.
He wrought it with grace and skill;
Pillars and groins and arches
All fashioned to work his will.
Men said, as they saw its beauty,
'It shall never know decay.
Great is thy skill, O Builder!
Thy fame shall endure for aye.'

A teacher builded a temple
With loving and infinite care,
Planning each arch with patience,
Laying each stone with prayer.
None praised her unceasing efforts.
None knew of her wondrous plan,
For the temple the teacher builded
Was unseen by the eyes of man.

Gone is the builder's temple,
Crumbled into the dust.
Low lies each stately pillar,
Food for consuming rust.
But the temple the teacher builded
Will last while the ages roll,
For that beautiful unseen temple
Was a child's immortal soul.

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