Please, please pray for us.
I can’t even bring myself to write more words right now.
But please pray for us.
Isaiah 59:1
Behold, the LORD’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save,
or His ear dull, that it cannot hear.
Please, please pray for us.
I can’t even bring myself to write more words right now.
But please pray for us.
Isaiah 59:1
Behold, the LORD’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save,
or His ear dull, that it cannot hear.
C.H. Spurgeon’s “Morning And Evening”
Evening, October 22
“He shall take of mine, and shall show it unto you.”
John 16:15
There are times when all the promises and doctrines of the Bible are of no avail, unless a gracious hand shall apply them to us. We are thirsty, but too faint to crawl to the water-brook. When a soldier is wounded in battle it is of little use for him to know that there are those at the hospital who can bind up his wounds, and medicines there to ease all the pains which he now suffers: what he needs is to be carried thither, and to have the remedies applied. It is thus with our souls, and to meet this need there is one, even the Spirit of truth, who takes of the things of Jesus, and applies them to us. Think not that Christ hath placed his joys on heavenly shelves that we may climb up to them for ourselves, but he draws near, and sheds his peace abroad in our hearts. O Christian, if thou art tonight labouring under deep distresses, thy Father does not give thee promises and then leave thee to draw them up from the Word like buckets from a well, but the promises he has written in the Word he will write anew on your heart. He will manifest his love to you, and by his blessed Spirit, dispel your cares and troubles. Be it known unto thee, O mourner, that it is God’s prerogative to wipe every tear from the eye of his people. The good Samaritan did not say, “Here is the wine, and here is the oil for you;” he actually poured in the oil and the wine. So Jesus not only gives you the sweet wine of the promise, but holds the golden chalice to your lips, and pours the life-blood into your mouth. The poor, sick, way-worn pilgrim is not merely strengthened to walk, but he is borne on eagles’ wings. Glorious gospel! which provides everything for the helpless, which draws nigh to us when we cannot reach after it—brings us grace before we seek for grace! Here is as much glory in the giving as in the gift. Happy people who have the Holy Ghost to bring Jesus to them.
John 16:33
I have said these things to you, that in Me you may have peace.
In the world you will have tribulation.
But take heart; I have overcome the world.
Philippians 4:4-7
Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice.
Let your reasonableness be known to everyone.
The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything,
but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.
And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding,
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Colossians 3:15
…Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body.
And be thankful.
To Autumn ![]()
William Blake (from Poetical Sketches, 1783)
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
Charlotte, you tagged me! And what do ya know, it’s my first tag, too. 🙂 Pretty crazy!
Charlotte has a lovely blog about her family, and I love seeing pictures and reading stories about them and their homeschooling efforts. I have known Charlotte since before I can even remember, since we grew up in the same church. I think one of my favorite things about her when I was little was when she worked at my dad’s office, and I would love seeing her smiling face and getting a hug from her when I’d stop by to see my daddy. 🙂
So anyway, here I am — obliging with my answers to the survey about my sweet husby & me. 🙂
Today is October 15th, the national Pregnancy And Infant Loss Remembrance Day.
I remember my babies every day of the year.
But today they are nationally recognized.
Right now I am continuing to learn how to praise our great God and King for their brief lives in my womb.
And also for the grace to praise Him now for their eternal lives in heaven!
My three babies in heaven are more fully alive than we can even imagine! And although I may not fully comprehend the gravity of that right now, I hope that it will be revealed to me when I join them in paradise.
Please remember with me today my first baby Covenant Hope, my third baby Glory Hesed, my fourth baby Promise Anastasis — and praise the Lord with me for His everlasting mercy and indescribable love.
Shout for joy in the LORD, O you righteous!
Praise befits the upright.
Give thanks to the LORD with the lyre;
make melody to Him with the harp of ten strings!
Sing to Him a new song;
play skillfully on the strings, with loud shouts.
For the word of the LORD is upright,
and all His work is done in faithfulness.
He loves righteousness and justice;
the earth is full of the steadfast love of the LORD.
By the word of the LORD the heavens were made,
and by the breath of His mouth all their host.
He gathers the waters of the sea as a heap;
He puts the deeps in storehouses.
Let all the earth fear the LORD;
let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of Him!
For He spoke, and it came to be;
He commanded, and it stood firm.
The LORD brings the counsel of the nations to nothing;
He frustrates the plans of the peoples.
The counsel of the LORD stands forever,
the plans of His heart to all generations.
Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD,
the people whom He has chosen as His heritage!
The LORD looks down from heaven;
He sees all the children of man;
from where He sits enthroned he looks out
on all the inhabitants of the earth,
He who fashions the hearts of them all
and observes all their deeds.
The king is not saved by his great army;
a warrior is not delivered by his great strength.
The war horse is a false hope for salvation,
and by its great might it cannot rescue.
Behold, the eye of the LORD is on those who fear Him,
on those who hope in His steadfast love,
that He may deliver their soul from death
and keep them alive in famine.
Our soul waits for the LORD;
He is our help and our shield.
For our heart is glad in Him,
because we trust in His holy name.
Let Your steadfast love, O LORD, be upon us,
even as we hope in You.
I believe that however unfathomable may be Thy designs, yet they have a bottom.
Though it is in the whirlwind and in the storm, Thou hast a way,
and that way is good and righteous altogether.
I would not have thee alter one atom of Thy dispensations, it shall be just as Thou wilt.
I bow before Thee, and I give my ignorance the word to hold its tongue,
and to be silenced while Thy wisdom speaketh words of right.”
~Charles Haddon Spurgeon
May the LORD answer you in the day of trouble!
May the name of the God of Jacob protect you!
May He send you help from the sanctuary
and give you support from Zion!
May He remember all your offerings
and regard with favor your burnt sacrifices!
Selah
May He grant you your heart’s desire
and fulfill all your plans!
May we shout for joy over your salvation,
and in the name of our God set up our banners!
May the LORD fulfill all your petitions!
Now I know that the LORD saves His anointed;
He will answer him from His holy heaven
with the saving might of His right hand.
Some trust in chariots and some in horses,
but we trust in the name of the LORD our God.
They collapse and fall,
but we rise and stand upright.
O LORD, save the king!
May He answer us when we call.
When it comes to honoring our parents as adults, a lot of times people shrug it off thinking “I’m too old for that stuff now – You know, obeying and honoring my folks.” I’m “of age” or married or whatever. Therefore, I don’t need that commandment anymore.
But, umm, excuse me, yes you do. The commandment does not go away. No matter how old you are. Or how old your parents are. It simply looks a little different than it used to. Maybe honoring your parents no longer means piping out “yes ma’am” when she asks you to take out the garbage — or maybe it does! Maybe it doesn’t mean that you still have a curfew — or maybe it should. Perhaps it no longer implies that you have to call every time you arrive at a destination — or perhaps it would be truly honoring your mother if you continued to do that. Maybe it means calling them, loving them, worshiping with them, eating meals together frequently, having them live in your home, mowing their grass every week, doing the housecleaning, driving them to appointments, bringing them to Bible study — I don’t know. Each family is different. And of course familial honor will look a little different from family to family. It’s in your conversation, in your actions, and in your heart.
The point is honoring your parents according to God’s revealed wisdom for you and your family. Yes, it does change with your age, their age, living situations, marriage status… of course it must.
But still honor your parents.
It is a biblical command.
And it is beautiful.
So for those with especially aging parents, Mrs. Wilson has an excellent new post — please check it out and consider how you may “first learn piety at home” and honor your parents of the older age. What a wonderful reminder!
October’s Opal
by Robert Savino
October is here, once again,
barely transcending the threshold of autumn.
The maple is turning yellow to orange, to red,
soon to be bared by winter.
Ah winter, when blankets of bliss
cover spoon-fit bodies,
flickering sparks to flames. . .
until love of spring gardens
becomes the rapture of summer bloom.
And looking from outside-in,
beyond recognizable beauty,
the ruby of jewels glows bright,
pumping currents of rivers red,
deep into the wells of every extremity.
Our chest fills with laughter.
When apart, even so brief,
this season stays with you,
whether I am or not
and your voice with me,
through wind’s immutable breath.