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Posted on 12/31/2013 10:31:28 PM PST by JustAmy
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Good night, dear MEG. See ya tomorrow ;)
In Wales, the music of men’s chorus groups is deeply engrained in the culture. Prior to World War II, one Welsh glee club had a friendly yet competitive rivalry with a German glee club, but that bond was replaced with animosity during and after the war. The tension was gradually overcome, though, by the message on the trophy shared by the two choruses: “Speak with me, and you’re my friend. Sing with me, and you’re my brother.”
The power of music to heal and help is a gift from God that comforts many. Perhaps that is why the Psalms speak so deeply to us. There we find lyrics that connect with our hearts, allowing us to speak to God from the depth of our spirits. “But I will sing of Your power; yes, I will sing aloud of Your mercy in the morning; for You have been my defense and refuge in the day of my trouble” (Ps. 59:16). Amazingly, David wrote this song as he was being hunted down by men seeking to kill him! Despite his circumstances, David remembered God’s power and mercy, and singing of them encouraged him to go on.
May our God give us a song today that will remind us of His goodness and greatness, no matter what we may face.
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Hi MEG!
Thank You for the lovely opening for the week ahead! :-)
((((HUGS))))
;o)
You’re welcome.
Hope your day goes well.
Did you watch the Beatles celebration last evening? It was good. Everyone seemed to enjoy it immensely.
Music and Songs reach us at a deeper level than most any other form.
I had forgotten George Harrison wrote ‘My Sweet Lord” no it was not played.
It inspired me to look up some of their history.
It has already gone well so far.
A short trip to Radio Shack obtained two vital components that have made my life easier!
One was a connecter so I no longer have to “hot wire “ my bass Amp to make it work,
And the other was an A/B switch for my TV/Cable/DVR.
A little search for the right wires (RCA) in my stash, a little drip drip drip with my soldering iron and VOILA!
Life is GOOD.
I remember living in Boston, and how much I HATED Winter.
Each year, towards the end of winter, sometimes while there was yet snow on the ground, I would see my first robin of the year....
And such joy would leap into my soul with that first sighting. Every time.
Wish I could stay and play but I must work on some taxes. I have been putting this off for about 10 days.
Since I have 3 to work on this year, it seems like too big a job to tackle. LOL
I’ll be back later.
Have a wet Monday ... unless you are in the mid-west or the East, then have a warm, dry Monday.
I am so looking forward to spring. I can’t imagine living in a snowy area and seeing the first sign of spring. It must have been so uplifting.
Talk to you later, LTOS. Have a great day.
Of course, here in Florida, I don’t see many robins.
However, I DO see cardinals, Hawks, swans, ducks, herons, egrets, ibises, caracaras, parrots and parakeets, storks, pelicans, hummingbirds, cranes, eagles, and vultures.
The vultures have a full-time job with road kill! LOL!
Happy Monday!
It’s rainy and kinda yucky, outside. Temps have dropped....again!
Ready for Spring!
Only have to get out in the messy weather once more, today. Then, time for some hot soup and warm bread for supper.
Stay safe, warm and dry, all ;-)
(((((Blessings to Everyone)))))
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Rain is good...snow not so much.
ICE is nasty! LOL
((((HUGS))))
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Thank you Meg! So sweet of you.
;o)
I wish you warmer days and a good year, too.
Read: 1 Kings 17:17-24
Twelve years into our marriage, my wife and I were discouraged by the emotional roller-coaster of hopes raised and dashed in attempting to have children. A friend tried to “explain” God’s thinking. “Maybe God knows you’d be a bad father,” he said. He knew that my mother had struggled with a terrible temper.
Then, Christmas 1988, we learned we were expecting our first child! But now I had this nagging fear of failure.
The following August, Kathryn joined our family. As nurses and doctors tended to my wife, Kathryn cried on the warming tray. I offered my hand to comfort her, and her tiny fingers wrapped around my finger. In that instant, the Holy Spirit swept through me, assuring me of what I had only recently doubted—that I would show love to this little one!
The widow of Zarephath also had doubts. Her son had been struck with a lethal illness. In her despair she cried out, “Have you come to me to bring my sin to remembrance, and to kill my son?” (1 Kings 17:18). But God had other plans!
We serve a God who is mightier than the struggles we inherit and who is full of the desire to forgive, love, and heal the brokenness that rises up between us and Him. God is present in the places where our fears live.
O.T.T.
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