| Dove's Eyes
Misty Edwards
I don't want to talk about You like You're not in the room
I want to look right at You I want to sing right to You
I believe that You are listening
I believe that You move at the sound of my voice
Give me dove's eyes
Give me undistracted devotion for only You
from the Album: relentless
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| taken from Hudson Taylor's Spiritual Secret
Our great desire and aim [Mr. Taylor had written of the new mission] are to plant the standard of the Cross in the eleven provinces of China hitherto unoccupied, and in Chinese Tartary.
"A foolhardy business," said those who saw only the difficulties.
"A superhuman task," sighed others who wished them well. And many even of their friends could not but be anxious.
"You will be forgotten," was the concern of some. "With no committee or organization before the public, you will be lost sight of in that distant land. Claims are many nowadays. Before long you may find yourselves without even the necessaries of life!"
"I am taking my children with me," was the quiet answer," and I notice it is not difficult to remember that they need breakfast in the morning, dinner at midday and supper at night. Indeed, I could not forget them if I tried. And I find it impossible to think that our heavenly Father is less tender and mindful of His children than I, a poor earthly father, am of mine. No, He will not forget us!"
And through all the years since then, with all they have brought, that confidence has been amply justified.
also taken from Hudson Taylor's Spiritual Secret
We may have more wealth in these days, better education, greater comfort in traveling and in our surroundings even as missionaries, but have we the spirit of urgency, the deep, inward convictions that moved those who went before us; have we the same passion of love, personal love for the Lord Jesus Christ? If these are lacking, it is a loss for which nothing can compensate.
Praise the Lord that He does not forget us. Let us be urgent to bring Him to those in darkness still.
"Men die in darkness at your side,
Without a hope to cheer the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide,
The torch that lights time's thickest gloom."
--H. Bonar
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| "We All Fall"
We all fall
Sometimes
We all let ourselves down
Sometimes there's nothing left but to live with what's been done
And know you're not the only one
Who falls
We all fail
Sometimes
We all let someone down
Sometimes there's nothing left but to promise to ourselves
That next time we won't be the one
To fail
I want to tell you you can go on
That beginnings come from ends
I still believe in you
And so does God
He's the one who still believes in those who fail
He's the one who still believes in us who fall... |
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| December 19, 2006 - a sad day for our boys in blue - one of the best of them puts on a red uniform and converts to being one of the Philladelphia Phillies. Farewell, Jayson. May God bless his career over in Phillidelphia. :(....... okok - one last one - for old time's sake :) |
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... food...
... finishing food...
... sharing is caring :)...
... of course, there's the working time...
... as well as homeworking time :)...
... beautiful friends coming home = beautiful times :)...
... crazy times :)...
... fun with a very potato-loving girl who is quite lovable herself :) times...
... along with an developing artist creating yet another 10 minute masterpiece...
... fun at the "kids table" times :)...
... bringing beautiful friend to the airport times...
... witnessing a narrow escape times... accompanied by planning for the next torture for the seemingly innocent, but actually very sneaky and mean to cute little white bears with floral bow ties times.