Ephesians 1 is one of the most theologically rich passages in the New Testament. The language used to explain how blessed the Church is probably gets overshadowed by the Christ-centered message Paul uses. It is in fact necessary to capture both the role of Christ and the magnitude of the Church in this passage. Among the concepts mentioned are the idea that we who are in Christ have been blessed with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places. There is a sense in which this has a present manifestation, but it also is yet to be fully realized. We have every spiritual blessing in part now, but in the end we will have every spiritual blessing fully.
Paul also talks about how God predestined us to be adopted as sons through Christ. many twist this scripture to mean that I was predestined to be adopted as a son. There is not a singular pronoun for the audience in the entirety of chapter 1. Many times he says we and us, and sometimes he says you all. The Church is the object that was predestined to be adopted as sons through Christ. So guess what, those of us in Christ, the entire Church, have been adopted as sons, as God determined before the foundation of the world. We now belong when once we did not. But another term is mentioned to describe our spiritual blessings in Christ.
Paul says we have redemption through his (Christ's) blood. It is as if we were indebted to God, and we did not have the right currency to pay him back. God had the right currency (Jesus' blood), and He paid for our debt with His own currency. I know that it is an analogy, and it breaks down the more you think of it, but I wonder how closely related the idea of adoption and redemption are.
If you consider the fact that Krissy and I are going to adopt a child, it seems that we are being like our Father, who adopted us as sons through Christ. But at the same time we are physically redeeming the child, as the cost is very high, and the child could not pay for their integration into a family. Spiritually, we have redemption through his blood, which is the forgiveness of sins. Physically, the child God has for us has redemption through the money that will pay for the adoption process. Again, the analogy breaks down, but the similarity is good enough to make a point. Though we are physically adopting and redeeming a child, nothing would be better than the spiritual blessings God has for them in Christ Jesus of adoption and redemption. So we pray now and continually for the child God has for us, just as Paul prayed for the Ephesian believers in chapter 1. We pray that we will train this child up in the way they should go, that when they are old they will not depart from that way. May our physical blessings become a window to the spiritual blessings awaiting them in Christ. More importantly, we pray that there will be a spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of God, that they may have the eyes of their hearts enlightened to know more fully the hope to which they are called, the riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints, and the greatness of his power toward us who believe. To God be the glory! He will be all in all! Amen!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
We're Adopting!
Alright, so here I go. I'm finally making time to let it out (to those people who even still read this blog).
We have started the process of adoption. We were notified last week that we've been pre-approved to adopt from Mongolia (the country that's just north of China).
It has been a long and arduous road so far, in taking this step. Gary and I both have so many questions, fears, doubts, hopes, and dreams floating around in our heads. It's hard enough communicating to each other, that we wanted to make sure we were sure about this before we announced it to anyone.
It's hard to explain the way I feel right now. If I were to describe myself in a particular setting, it would be as if I was on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, looking out at the water and seeing a HUMONGOUS tidal wave rushing at me. In the negative, it would knock me off my feet and drag me around a little before I could come up for air again. But in the positive, it would be refreshing to come up for air, with a new perspective, a new life, and a child in my arms. There are days that I just want to run for cover and hope and pray that it all just happens and that it just gets over with. But then there are days that I want to go grab my surfboard and ride the wave all the way over to Mongolia to reach our child. Thank the Lord that He is so much bigger than this tidal wave. He calms the storms and our hearts.
We found and chose an agency in Tennessee called Small World Adoption Programs. It's an extremely pro-life agency, which adopts to only Christian families. Everything that we've read and corresponded with them has been extremely positive and so clear. Their website is on the sidebar of our blog, in case you want to check it out.
I guess, from what we've read, the process will take around about a year (give or take) for us to have a child in our arms. There are lots of forms, interviews, trips, classes, and phone calls that we need to make, and it seems dauntingly overwhelming right now, to a couple who just knows that we want a child.
It's interesting how the Lord reveals His plan for us. Through painful experiences, and questions of why things are the way they are, He reveals his perfection and His almighty omniscience. He has told us in His word to care for the orphans and widows, and this is how He has decided for us to, in our small way, meet that need in the world. By making Gary and me infertile, for now. He has placed such a strong desire in our hearts to parent a child, that we feel it is necessary to adopt an orphan. It fills that hole in our lives, and more importantly, it gives parents to a motherless and fatherless child.
On that note, I can't imagine being born and not having a mom or a dad. Having grown up in a household with both parents (something that is becoming less and less common), I can't imagine any other childhood. The same people that took me home from the hospital still call me their family. I anxiously await the day that I can give that same privilege to a child - to have two people to call "Mommy and Daddy."
I found it really interesting when, in talking with my older sister Annie, who has two extremely adorable and beautiful children, what she said to me. I was lamenting over the fact that Gary and I have been unable to have our own children and will I feel like if I adopt, will that child truly be my own...?, and she replied simply that, "No matter what we may think, our children are, in fact, NEVER our own." That kind of put me in my place. Kind of like, *blink, blink* "Really?" I mean, that might be easy for someone to say who has not been in my place...poor, pitiful me... But for someone to say that about two children that she bore herself...? Unthinkable. Or...do I really even know what I'm talking about? "Aww, quit yer whinin', Krissy. I have amazing plans for you that you will never be able to fully comprehend." That's what I hear God my Father saying to me right now. Praise His holy Name!!
So, in ending this blog (that was cut short the first time I tried to publish it), I humbly ask anyone reading this to join us in prayer.
1. Pray, first and foremost, for the orphans. Millions and millions of fatherless out there are being overlooked, and living in horrifying conditions. Pray for their health, life, and salvation.
2. Pray for our child(ren). Pray that, even if he or she may not even be born - or conceived - at the time that I post this, that the Lord would keep him or her safe in His loving arms, and when we receive him or her, that we would do justice to being the parents that God has planned us to be.
3. Pray for Gary and me, as we wade through the paperwork to make this all happen. Pray for our emotional and mental stamina, as I know this can be a very long and tedious process. Pray for our finances. In a time that is so uncertain, economically, we don't have any idea where a good portion of the funding will come from. But God Does!!
4. Pray for our agency, Small World. Their website and newsletters blew me away, with how amazingly pro-life they are. Pray for all the families that will be using them to adopt.
I will try my hardest to keep things up on the blog. Please please pray.
Love,
Krissy
We have started the process of adoption. We were notified last week that we've been pre-approved to adopt from Mongolia (the country that's just north of China).
It has been a long and arduous road so far, in taking this step. Gary and I both have so many questions, fears, doubts, hopes, and dreams floating around in our heads. It's hard enough communicating to each other, that we wanted to make sure we were sure about this before we announced it to anyone.
It's hard to explain the way I feel right now. If I were to describe myself in a particular setting, it would be as if I was on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, looking out at the water and seeing a HUMONGOUS tidal wave rushing at me. In the negative, it would knock me off my feet and drag me around a little before I could come up for air again. But in the positive, it would be refreshing to come up for air, with a new perspective, a new life, and a child in my arms. There are days that I just want to run for cover and hope and pray that it all just happens and that it just gets over with. But then there are days that I want to go grab my surfboard and ride the wave all the way over to Mongolia to reach our child. Thank the Lord that He is so much bigger than this tidal wave. He calms the storms and our hearts.
We found and chose an agency in Tennessee called Small World Adoption Programs. It's an extremely pro-life agency, which adopts to only Christian families. Everything that we've read and corresponded with them has been extremely positive and so clear. Their website is on the sidebar of our blog, in case you want to check it out.
I guess, from what we've read, the process will take around about a year (give or take) for us to have a child in our arms. There are lots of forms, interviews, trips, classes, and phone calls that we need to make, and it seems dauntingly overwhelming right now, to a couple who just knows that we want a child.
It's interesting how the Lord reveals His plan for us. Through painful experiences, and questions of why things are the way they are, He reveals his perfection and His almighty omniscience. He has told us in His word to care for the orphans and widows, and this is how He has decided for us to, in our small way, meet that need in the world. By making Gary and me infertile, for now. He has placed such a strong desire in our hearts to parent a child, that we feel it is necessary to adopt an orphan. It fills that hole in our lives, and more importantly, it gives parents to a motherless and fatherless child.
On that note, I can't imagine being born and not having a mom or a dad. Having grown up in a household with both parents (something that is becoming less and less common), I can't imagine any other childhood. The same people that took me home from the hospital still call me their family. I anxiously await the day that I can give that same privilege to a child - to have two people to call "Mommy and Daddy."
I found it really interesting when, in talking with my older sister Annie, who has two extremely adorable and beautiful children, what she said to me. I was lamenting over the fact that Gary and I have been unable to have our own children and will I feel like if I adopt, will that child truly be my own...?, and she replied simply that, "No matter what we may think, our children are, in fact, NEVER our own." That kind of put me in my place. Kind of like, *blink, blink* "Really?" I mean, that might be easy for someone to say who has not been in my place...poor, pitiful me... But for someone to say that about two children that she bore herself...? Unthinkable. Or...do I really even know what I'm talking about? "Aww, quit yer whinin', Krissy. I have amazing plans for you that you will never be able to fully comprehend." That's what I hear God my Father saying to me right now. Praise His holy Name!!
So, in ending this blog (that was cut short the first time I tried to publish it), I humbly ask anyone reading this to join us in prayer.
1. Pray, first and foremost, for the orphans. Millions and millions of fatherless out there are being overlooked, and living in horrifying conditions. Pray for their health, life, and salvation.
2. Pray for our child(ren). Pray that, even if he or she may not even be born - or conceived - at the time that I post this, that the Lord would keep him or her safe in His loving arms, and when we receive him or her, that we would do justice to being the parents that God has planned us to be.
3. Pray for Gary and me, as we wade through the paperwork to make this all happen. Pray for our emotional and mental stamina, as I know this can be a very long and tedious process. Pray for our finances. In a time that is so uncertain, economically, we don't have any idea where a good portion of the funding will come from. But God Does!!
4. Pray for our agency, Small World. Their website and newsletters blew me away, with how amazingly pro-life they are. Pray for all the families that will be using them to adopt.
I will try my hardest to keep things up on the blog. Please please pray.
Love,
Krissy
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The Church
It is times like this that I think of the church and how she is so misunderstood by people in our country. The church is that rugged old building in the middle of the small town. The church is the place where we go in our nice clothes every Sunday. The church is a social institution for helping the poor. The church is our place of worship. The church is none of these things!
The church, as so beautifully described by the apostle Paul, is the body of Christ. Just as the body of a water molecule is an oxygen molecule attached to two hydrogen molecules, so Christ's body is made up of those who have believed and have been sealed by the Holy Spirit (Ephesians 1:13). Being in Christ is "every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places" (Ephesians 1:3). The church is not a building; well, not one that we would recognize. Paul did describe the church as a building in Ephesians 2:19-22. The Greek word for house is oikos. The root of that word is found in many of the key words in this passage. We are no longer strangers and aliens (paroikoi), but we are fellow citizens with the saints and members of God's household (oikeioi), built on (epoikodomethentes) the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus himself being the cornerstone, and in Him the whole structure (oikodome) is being joined together into a holy temple in the Lord. In Him we are being built together (synoikodomeisthe) into a dwelling place for God by the Spirit. Maybe the church is a building, but not one that is earthly. We are the dwelling place of God; it's not me, but it is us!
Our local expression of the universal Church, Northside Christian Church, is about to move into a new building. It is immaculate, and was built to raise eyebrows and hopefully bring the community in the doors so they can hear the good news of Jesus. This does not abdicate us of the responsibility of sharing the gospel outside the walls of the church, but what if that idea has infiltrated our minds? What if Joe Christian says, hey, I just have to get them to church, and I have done my job? That's not the church, that's a building, Joe! You are the church! So what then is the purpose of the building? It is to attract people. It is to be a place where open arms welcome them from the world of darkness and despair. It is to be a place where the church can come together for corporate worship and for the community around us to be able to get away. Here is a picture of what the building looks like.
It is a beautiful park-like setting, and we will open it to the community to use: to fish in the pond to play on the playground, to use our picnic tables, to play disc golf on the course at the rear of the property. But will the church be the church by going and making disciples in Jerusalem, Judea and Samaria, and to the very ends of the earth? Let's hope the focus is on Christ and not on a building! Distractions are everywhere in the world, and I appreciate our pastor's plea to the church to remember what this is all about: reaching a hurt and dying world around us with the good news of Christ Jesus. May our community become the building Paul is talking about at the end of Ephesians 2 by breaking down the dividing walls (Ephesians 2:14)!
The church, as so beautifully described by the apostle Paul, is the body of Christ. Just as the body of a water molecule is an oxygen molecule attached to two hydrogen molecules, so Christ's body is made up of those who have believed and have been sealed by the Holy Spirit (Ephesians 1:13). Being in Christ is "every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places" (Ephesians 1:3). The church is not a building; well, not one that we would recognize. Paul did describe the church as a building in Ephesians 2:19-22. The Greek word for house is oikos. The root of that word is found in many of the key words in this passage. We are no longer strangers and aliens (paroikoi), but we are fellow citizens with the saints and members of God's household (oikeioi), built on (epoikodomethentes) the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus himself being the cornerstone, and in Him the whole structure (oikodome) is being joined together into a holy temple in the Lord. In Him we are being built together (synoikodomeisthe) into a dwelling place for God by the Spirit. Maybe the church is a building, but not one that is earthly. We are the dwelling place of God; it's not me, but it is us!
Our local expression of the universal Church, Northside Christian Church, is about to move into a new building. It is immaculate, and was built to raise eyebrows and hopefully bring the community in the doors so they can hear the good news of Jesus. This does not abdicate us of the responsibility of sharing the gospel outside the walls of the church, but what if that idea has infiltrated our minds? What if Joe Christian says, hey, I just have to get them to church, and I have done my job? That's not the church, that's a building, Joe! You are the church! So what then is the purpose of the building? It is to attract people. It is to be a place where open arms welcome them from the world of darkness and despair. It is to be a place where the church can come together for corporate worship and for the community around us to be able to get away. Here is a picture of what the building looks like.
It is a beautiful park-like setting, and we will open it to the community to use: to fish in the pond to play on the playground, to use our picnic tables, to play disc golf on the course at the rear of the property. But will the church be the church by going and making disciples in Jerusalem, Judea and Samaria, and to the very ends of the earth? Let's hope the focus is on Christ and not on a building! Distractions are everywhere in the world, and I appreciate our pastor's plea to the church to remember what this is all about: reaching a hurt and dying world around us with the good news of Christ Jesus. May our community become the building Paul is talking about at the end of Ephesians 2 by breaking down the dividing walls (Ephesians 2:14)!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Oh, for the love of a child...
I was sent this by a friend who found it on another blog. This is me.
There are women who become mothers
without effort,
without thought,
without patience or loss,
and though they are good mothers and love their children,
I know that I will be better.
I will be better not because of genetics or money
or because I have read more books,
but because I have struggled and toiled for this child.
I have longed and waited.
I have cried and prayed.
I have endured and planned over and over again.
Like most things in life, the people who truly have
appreciation are those who have
struggled to attain their dreams.
I will notice everything about my child.
I will take time to watch my child sleep,
explore,
and discover.
I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life.
I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the
sound of my child, knowing that I can
comfort, hold, and feed him
and that I am not waking to take another temperature,
pop another pill,
take another shot or
cry tears of a broken dream.
My dream will be crying for me.
I count myself lucky in this sense;
that God has given me this insight,
this special vision with which I will look upon my child.
Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to
or a child that God leads me to,
I will not be careless with my love.
I will be a better mother for all that I have endured.
I am a better wife,
a better aunt,
a better daughter,
neighbor, friend, and sister
because I have known pain.
I know disillusionment,
as I have been betrayed by my own body.
I have been tried by fire and hell
that many never face,
yet given time, I stood tall.
I have prevailed.
I have succeeded.
I have won.
So now, when others hurt around me,
I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort.
I see it,
mourn it,
and join them in theirs.
I listen.
And even though I cannot make it better,
I can make it less lonely.
I have learned the immense power of another hand
holding tight to mine,
of other eyes that moisten as they learn to
accept the harsh truth when life is beyond hard.
I have learned a compassion that only comes by
walking in those shoes.
I have learned to appreciate life.
Yes, I will be a wonderful mother.
There are women who become mothers
without effort,
without thought,
without patience or loss,
and though they are good mothers and love their children,
I know that I will be better.
I will be better not because of genetics or money
or because I have read more books,
but because I have struggled and toiled for this child.
I have longed and waited.
I have cried and prayed.
I have endured and planned over and over again.
Like most things in life, the people who truly have
appreciation are those who have
struggled to attain their dreams.
I will notice everything about my child.
I will take time to watch my child sleep,
explore,
and discover.
I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life.
I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the
sound of my child, knowing that I can
comfort, hold, and feed him
and that I am not waking to take another temperature,
pop another pill,
take another shot or
cry tears of a broken dream.
My dream will be crying for me.
I count myself lucky in this sense;
that God has given me this insight,
this special vision with which I will look upon my child.
Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to
or a child that God leads me to,
I will not be careless with my love.
I will be a better mother for all that I have endured.
I am a better wife,
a better aunt,
a better daughter,
neighbor, friend, and sister
because I have known pain.
I know disillusionment,
as I have been betrayed by my own body.
I have been tried by fire and hell
that many never face,
yet given time, I stood tall.
I have prevailed.
I have succeeded.
I have won.
So now, when others hurt around me,
I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort.
I see it,
mourn it,
and join them in theirs.
I listen.
And even though I cannot make it better,
I can make it less lonely.
I have learned the immense power of another hand
holding tight to mine,
of other eyes that moisten as they learn to
accept the harsh truth when life is beyond hard.
I have learned a compassion that only comes by
walking in those shoes.
I have learned to appreciate life.
Yes, I will be a wonderful mother.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Important Things
It's amazing what music does to the heart. I've been up and down in my emotions the last 5-6 months, with all the things we've been experiencing, and the songs that I've picked up along the way, have been more therapeutic than I think anything else. Here are some of the songs that have really touched my life this past year.
The other day, I was taking Moses on a walk. The cool thing about walking with your headphones on, is that you're kind of in your own little world. (At least I am!) I have my iTunes music on my phone, and usually have that with me on my walks. It was kind of funny because I started crying while I was walking down the street. Somehow, this song just blind-sided me. If you have a chance to get a hold of Bethany Dillon's song, "You are on Our Side," the lyrics are great, but the music puts light on them in a way that makes it just hit you to the core. I had the opportunity to play the cello part when we performed this in church a few months ago.
The orphan clings to Your hand, singing the song of how he was found.
The widow rejoices, for her oppressors are silenced now.
And You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor,
And You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore.
And when You could just be silent and leave us here to die,
Still You sent Your Son for us,
You are on our side.
The runaway falls at Your feet. You are what he has searched for.
The rich man is broken when he stands beneath a sky full of stars.
And You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor,
And You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore.
And when you could just be silent and leave us here to die,
Still You sent Your Son for us,
You are on our side.
Still You sent Your Son for us,
You are on our side.
Another of her songs "For my Love." Very very very cool song, too (again, lyrics are only half of the true experience. You need to hear the song to capture the fullness of it).
Walk towards me, I want to hear the heavens singing over you
When you breathe and look at me, I want to be captured by you
Gaze into my eyes and let me know you'd fight thousands, for my love
Slip your hand in mine, ask me to dance with you tonight
Just ask me for my love
I want to hide what's deep in my eyes, I'm scared to be known by you
But when I turn my head and see you there, I want to be pursued
Gaze into my eyes and let me know you'd fight thousands, for my love
Slip your hand in mine, ask me to dance with you tonight
Just ask me for my love
A dream I won't wake from
A story that will never end
The ground your feet walk on
Let me be there, let me be there
Gaze into my eyes, let me know you'd fight thousands, for my love
Slip your hand in mine, ask me to dance with you tonight
Just ask me for my love
Caedmon's Call's "Mystery of Mercy:"
I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path
I am the son that ran away,
I am the bitter son that stayed.
My God, My God
Why hast thou accepted me?
When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King?
My God, My God, Why has thou accepted me?
It's a mystery of mercy and a song, a song I sing
I am the angry man that came to stone the lover
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd
I am the leper that gave thanks
And I am the nine that never came
My God, My God
Why has thou accepted me?
When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King?
My God, My God, Why has thou accepted me?
It's a mystery of mercy and a song, a song I sing
You made the sea, that made the tree
That made the cross that saved me
You gave me hope when there was none
You gave me only Your Son
Fernando Ortega's version of "Give me Jesus." This is the song that I want sung at my funeral. It is all my heart desires and what I want my life's motto to be.
In the morning when I rise
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
Give me Jesus
When I am alone
Give me Jesus
When I come to die
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
Just give me Jesus
Gary and I have begun a very good thing in the morning. He suggested it a week and a half ago, and since we started doing it, it has made all the difference in the world. It has truly brought us closer to our Father and to each other. All we've been doing has been getting up and sharing our thoughts for the day, with a cup of tea, and reading through a chapter of the bible, discussing it, and praying together to begin our day before either of us goes to work. It is so nice to start our mornings in the right mind and to give our day to the Lord.
We usually try to pray right before we go to bed, but there is just something to be said about starting our day and gearing up our minds to be set on those things that are noble.
That's what's been going on in our lives. Along with some other details. This is the important stuff, though. Thanks for reading! God bless.
The other day, I was taking Moses on a walk. The cool thing about walking with your headphones on, is that you're kind of in your own little world. (At least I am!) I have my iTunes music on my phone, and usually have that with me on my walks. It was kind of funny because I started crying while I was walking down the street. Somehow, this song just blind-sided me. If you have a chance to get a hold of Bethany Dillon's song, "You are on Our Side," the lyrics are great, but the music puts light on them in a way that makes it just hit you to the core. I had the opportunity to play the cello part when we performed this in church a few months ago.
The orphan clings to Your hand, singing the song of how he was found.
The widow rejoices, for her oppressors are silenced now.
And You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor,
And You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore.
And when You could just be silent and leave us here to die,
Still You sent Your Son for us,
You are on our side.
The runaway falls at Your feet. You are what he has searched for.
The rich man is broken when he stands beneath a sky full of stars.
And You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor,
And You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore.
And when you could just be silent and leave us here to die,
Still You sent Your Son for us,
You are on our side.
Still You sent Your Son for us,
You are on our side.
Another of her songs "For my Love." Very very very cool song, too (again, lyrics are only half of the true experience. You need to hear the song to capture the fullness of it).
Walk towards me, I want to hear the heavens singing over you
When you breathe and look at me, I want to be captured by you
Gaze into my eyes and let me know you'd fight thousands, for my love
Slip your hand in mine, ask me to dance with you tonight
Just ask me for my love
I want to hide what's deep in my eyes, I'm scared to be known by you
But when I turn my head and see you there, I want to be pursued
Gaze into my eyes and let me know you'd fight thousands, for my love
Slip your hand in mine, ask me to dance with you tonight
Just ask me for my love
A dream I won't wake from
A story that will never end
The ground your feet walk on
Let me be there, let me be there
Gaze into my eyes, let me know you'd fight thousands, for my love
Slip your hand in mine, ask me to dance with you tonight
Just ask me for my love
Caedmon's Call's "Mystery of Mercy:"
I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path
I am the son that ran away,
I am the bitter son that stayed.
My God, My God
Why hast thou accepted me?
When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King?
My God, My God, Why has thou accepted me?
It's a mystery of mercy and a song, a song I sing
I am the angry man that came to stone the lover
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd
I am the leper that gave thanks
And I am the nine that never came
My God, My God
Why has thou accepted me?
When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King?
My God, My God, Why has thou accepted me?
It's a mystery of mercy and a song, a song I sing
You made the sea, that made the tree
That made the cross that saved me
You gave me hope when there was none
You gave me only Your Son
Fernando Ortega's version of "Give me Jesus." This is the song that I want sung at my funeral. It is all my heart desires and what I want my life's motto to be.
In the morning when I rise
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
Give me Jesus
When I am alone
Give me Jesus
When I come to die
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
Just give me Jesus
Gary and I have begun a very good thing in the morning. He suggested it a week and a half ago, and since we started doing it, it has made all the difference in the world. It has truly brought us closer to our Father and to each other. All we've been doing has been getting up and sharing our thoughts for the day, with a cup of tea, and reading through a chapter of the bible, discussing it, and praying together to begin our day before either of us goes to work. It is so nice to start our mornings in the right mind and to give our day to the Lord.
We usually try to pray right before we go to bed, but there is just something to be said about starting our day and gearing up our minds to be set on those things that are noble.
That's what's been going on in our lives. Along with some other details. This is the important stuff, though. Thanks for reading! God bless.
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