"I love you, O LORD, my strength. The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,
my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
I thank You, my Lord, my Rock for:
Fun Sunday family lunch! Lots of laughter!
Playing Taboo with Pres, Whitt, Park and Monique! Gil and I won, of course!!😜
Cloud cover today! It is humid, but at least it's shady!
Met Parker for lunch today!:)
Met some nice people today while I did fliers!
Ran into an old friend while doing fliers today! What a treat!
Rendon and Lexi came over for breakfast! :)
Your love, O Lord, surrounds me!!
You walk by my side wherever I go!
“Think of it this way. Your car breaks down a hundred miles from home on a back road, and you’re no mechanic. The kids are whining and hungry in the backseat. You have misplaced your wallet. You walk half a mile to the nearest town. As you walk, you feel a flu coming. From a phone booth you dial friends, collect—no answer. The auto shops are closed. You scan Main Street for someone to drive you to your car, possibly to peek under the hood, but definitely to find your family a place indoors to wait until someone can wire money.
Whom will you approach? That elderly gentleman stepping from the funeral home, wiping his eyes? Those teenagers shouting put-downs at each other across the street? The middle-aged man storming from that row house, cursing as the door slams? The woman in the tattered coat shuffling down the sidewalk with a dirty-faced kid in tow? Or those two neighbors on adjoining front porches, gossiping and chuckling?
You’ll pick the neighbors. Why? Because the others have worries of their own—some of them might even snap your head off. But the neighbors seem in a good mood.
“People in a good mood are most likely to help others.
God, we might say, is in a good mood. He’s not depressed. He’s not misery seeking company. He’s not some bitter, cosmic Neanderthal with his finger on a nuclear weapon. God is joy spilling over. This is where his mercy comes from. The full tank of love he enjoys is splashing out over heaven’s walls. He swims in elation and is driven to share it with us. Why? Simply, as he put it, “so that my joy may be in you” (John 15:11).
But God is nobody’s water boy. As the solemn Monarch of all, he shares his gladness on his own terms. And those terms call for us to suffer—to suffer, in some measure, as his beloved Son did while on earth. We may not understand his reasons, but we are insane to fight him on this.
He is in ecstasy beyond words.
It is worth anything to be his friend.”
Excerpt From: Joni Eareckson Tada. “When God Weeps.” Zondervan. iBooks.