Dear Dad

Dear Dad,

I am grateful.

Grateful that you are my Dad.

You always make me smile

When I'm feeling sad.

Dear Dad,

I'm so glad

That you've shown me something

That you love. And that you passed on

That love to Ben and I.

The love of being in God's

Wild, wonderful, 

Forests, fields, rivers.

Dear Dad,

Thank-you for encouraging me.

For being there to help.

For your laughter and your jokes,

Your smiles and wisdom.

Dear Dad.

~Allison M.

Love,

O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing

O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing

by Charles Wesley

O for a thousand tongues to sing

My great Redeemer's praise,

The glories of my God and King,

The triumphs of His grace!

My gracious Master and my God,

Assist me to proclaim,

To spread through all the earth abroad

The honors of Thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,

That bids our sorrows cease;

'Tis music in the sinner's ears,

'Tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of canceled sin,

He sets the prisoner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean,

His blood availed for me.

He speaks, and listening to His voice,

New life the dead receive,

The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,

The humble poor believe.

On this glad day the glorious Sun

Of Righteousness arose;

On my benighted soul He shone

And filled it with repose.

Sudden expired the legal strife,

'Twas then I ceased to grieve;

My second, real, living life

I then began to live.

Then with my heart I first believed,

Believed with faith divine,

Power with the Holy Ghost received

To call the Savior mine.

I felt my Lord's atoning blood

Close to my soul applied;

Me, me He loved, the Son of God,

For me, for me He died!

"I... heard the voice of many angles, numbering thousands upon thousands." 

Revelation 5:11

I wanted to share with you this immortal hymn written by Charles Wesley. He wrote over 6,500 hymns! This song was written on the anniversary of his conversion to Christ. It's powerful message and joyful tune is such a wonderful reminder of Christ's great love for us!

Blessings,

For my Mama. . .

For my Mama on her birthday

I had a little thought.

I'd like to write a little note

To thank her a whole lot!

Thank-you for the times we've shared,

The days when we laugh out loud.

Thank-you for the wisdom you've given me,

The love that you've poured out.

"Mama!" How I love to say it!

I'm so blessed to have you there.

Your ever-giving, never ending

Tenderness and care.

And so for Mama on her birthday,

I'm giving her this little note,

Because I want to let her know

I love you a whole lot!

~Allison M.

Love,

On the brink of the New Year

      Forgetting the past . . . I press onward. (Phil. 3:13, 14)

Taken from Streams in the Desert volume 2, January 1.

  One of God's glorious gifts to mankind is to bestow upon him the dawn of a new year. New opportunities and challenges are before him. A chance to try again, t make another endeavor to successfully accomplish the ambitions which were perhaps cast aside with discouragement in the year past. Life is full of beginnings. As one stands at the ate and with doubtful hand draws aside the curtain and peers into the unknown, he begins today by taking his first step across the threshold of the new year. It is already a beautiful year because it is another year of Our Lord.

  Gazing at the far horizons and half wondering what the coming months will bring, pause but a moment to reflect over the old volume of three hundred and sixty-five days just ended. The pages may have been marred by mistakes and torn by intentions, but a few more miles have been covered on the upward climb, pressing toward the mark.

Through many dangers, toils and snares

We have already come,

'Twas grace that brought us safe thus far,

And grace will lead us Home.

  It has not bee our own achievement. Great has been our Father's faithfulness; new every morning have been His mercies. He faileth never!  . . . . 

   Standing at the parting of the ways, there is a choice to make, some road to take, we must consider which. How is it that we intend to live? Will it be repetitious of the past?

   "I do not see my way: I do not care to; But I know that He sees His way, and that I see Him." Shining destinies are ahead! We must keep our eyes upon Jesus as we now face the Dawn.

✻✻✻✻✻✻✻

May you all have a wonderful, blessed year!

In Christ's Love,

Happy Birthday to my Grandma

Happy Birthday to my wonderful Grandma!

My Grandmother ~

Lord, I thank you for my Grandma.

She's the most amazing one I know.

Her love is overflowing,

And I just want you to know,

She's the best ever!

My Grandma is so kind and loving,

She loves her wild grandkids too.

She always has some time to listen

To our many rambles and our stories.

We love you!

Grandma, I hope your day is special,

As you go about your work.

Singing, talking, laughing, loving.

I LOVE YOU!

~by Allison

Happy Birthday Grandma!

I love you!

          Love Forever,

                   

My Cup Runneth Over

MY CUP RUNNETH OVER

There is always something over,

When we trust our gracious Lord;

Every cup He fills o'erfloweth,

His great rivers all are broad.

Nothing narrow, nothing stinted,

Ever issues from His store;

To His own He gives full measure,

Running over, evermore.

There is always something over,

When we, from the Father's hand,

Take our portion with thanksgiving,

Praising for the path He planned.

Satisfaction, full and deepening,

Fills the soul, and lights the eye,

When the heart has trusted Jesus

All its need to satisfy.

There is always something over,

When we tell of all His love;

Unplumbed depths still lie beneath us,

Unscaled heights rise far above:

Human lips can never utter

All His wondrous tenderness,

We can only praise and wonder,

And His name forever bless.

-Margaret E. Barber

I love this poem! It simply tells how we must, always, trust Jesus. No matter what is going on "there is always something over."

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Jeremiah 29:11

A Powerful Little Poem

Lord, let me do the little things

Which may fall to my lot;

Those little inconspicuous ones

By others soon forgot.

If, like the Master, I can give

Myself for those I love,

Rich joy and peace shall come to me,

Sweet rest in heaven above.

I know not when the day shall close;

But when life's curfew rings,

I want my Lord to find me then

Still doing little things.

-Unknown

This is my prayer. Hope you have a blessed Sunday!

Spring Rain

It's been raining off and on for the passed few days. As I was listening to the pounding of the rain I remembered a poem I once read.

Rain, rain

Beating against the pane!

How endlessly it pours

Out of doors

From the blackened sky-

I wonder why!

Flowers, flowers,

Upspringing after showers,

Blossoming fresh and fair,

Everywhere!

Ah, God has explained

Why it rained!

-Anonymous

This poem is true! I am seeing blossoms everywhere!

~Allison