the problems of happy people

And I lie lounging here… bubbling a vague sense of happiness <– (that sentence amuses me so I will allow its presence).

.. as my mind is conjuring a labyrinth answer *AHEM* the question I was going to propose: why does a sense of guilt skitter around after real happiness?
Not guilty pleasures here, (though I do spy a lonesome hunk of dark chocolate- sitting in plain sight – the nerve!)
I suppose it’s the wily old prowler trying to undo grace, shoving our unworthiness up our noses.
Yes, “I own I’m guilty, own I’m vile, yet Thy salvation’s free!”   (respect to this page)

and a pretty picture to please your pupils:







My First Thought

“Eternal Father of my soul, let my first thought today be of You, let my first impulse be to worship You, let my first speech be Your name, let my first action be to kneel before You in prayer.


For Your perfect wisdom and perfect goodness:

For the love with which You love mankind:

For the love with which You love me:

For the great and mysterious opportunity of my life:

For the indwelling of your Spirit in my heart:

For the sevenfold gifts of your Spirit:

I praise and worship You, O Lord.

“Yet let me not, when this morning prayer is said, think my worship ended and spend the day in forgetfulness of You.  Rather from these moments of quietness let light go forth, and joy, and power, that will remain with me through all the hours of the day;

Keeping me chaste in thought:

Keeping me temperate and truthful in speech:

Keeping me faithful and diligent in my work:

Keeping me humble in my estimation of myself:

Keeping me honorable and generous in my dealings with others:

Keeping me loyal to every hallowed memory of the past:

Keeping me mindful of my eternal destiny as a child of Yours.

Through Jesus Christ my Lord, Amen.                  

    (Taken from Richard Foster’s Devotional Classics, pp. 126-127.)

My First Thought

The Mercy of Suffering

Graying blue clouds blow across the sky and I inhale a steamy breath of rain, thunder and flickering light. And all I do is stand, grinning to God with rain splatting pearly wet on arms and lifted face. Grace like rain…and isn’t it the grace of God that rains on our parade to bring us in under the Tree of Life?

It has been said Christ’s suffering was for propitiation and our sufferings with Him the propagation. This suffering is deeply painful, and in this deep sorrow we feel how infinitely more must be this weight of Glory in the Father! We squirm with the package of suffering, but to receive it gratefully we gasp supreme Joy! And God’s faithfulness proves richest for us in the fire of suffering.


The Mercy of Suffering

Praise to the Savior

Jesus I am resting, resting                                                                                                                    In the joy of what Thou art;                                                                                                                I am finding out the greatness                                                                                                                                   Of Thy loving heart.                                                                                                              

                                        Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,                                                                                                                  And Thy beauty fills my soul,                                                                                                                  For by Thy transforming power,                                                                                                                     Thou hast made me whole.        

(Jean Sophia Pigott)

Whom have I in heaven but You? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides You. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever!                                                                                                    (Ps. 73:25-26)

Praise to the Savior

giving God

No chance victims of time and circumstance, our lives are detailed by Sovereign God. I can rest assured His care is meticulous and love reminds each day.

He gives eternal life, His life!

He offers living water.

He invites us to rest.

And He gives us Himself.

God gives. And He gives generously! There are no half-hearted moments with God. He is not a begrudging miser unless you, like the foolish man, take no care in investing for God.

God gives so we can continually empty. We empty our cups to fill our brother’s and we have no fear of waste; God delights in us spilling over!

giving God

Life emoted

I want to be overwhelmed in Your Love, JESUS. How do I be love(d) today?

Show me the passion, the emotion, the fervency and devotion.

Don’t polish and prim dull LOVE!

Don’t refine it, define it, outline it.

Don’t make it sensible.

I want to see the fire.

That fire in Your eyes.

The fire of of Your Holiness.

Blazoned and searing.

You alive. Ecstatic.

Don’t leave it quiet, pithy.

Why was Your passion death? And the glory.. to die for?

Let me be ever consumed in adoration, as Your burning ones.

Flickering seems safe, steady.

Where does racing and consuming meet still small and growing?

Race with patience, fervent heart.

Life emoted

Aching Full

GOD is my Provider and He is my Provision.

And if GOD is my portion, as witness to His care; I am full!

For all things are for your sakes that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of GOD (2 Corinthians 4:15).

Know it is the LORD Who provides.

GOD provides in this Bread I break.

For flesh to be broken is for GOD to be shared.

This Provision is so I can gape. Mouth, Heart, Eyes Wide! I am open for MORE!

You declare for Yourself. Yes, yes, You Are GOD! You need nothing. You Are all glory, all holy. For me to see, to know. How do I know?

With beholding more and more, finite skimming the endless. Our endless desires. His endless gifts. Our endless demands. His endless faithfulness. We are so parched. HE IS SO FULL. JoyFull!

And “Thank You, Lord,” because this is Life, new, again. We are made new, but everyday is to do it again. Again, dear Jesus, show me again, who is GOD?

Aching Full