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Good morning Mama Bear and ALL here at the FInest.
February 9, 2005
Thanks to Internet technology, I can watch ice building up on Lake Michigan from my warm office 30 miles away. The changing angle of the sun's rays in winter chills the earth. Frigid temperatures turn surging water into rock-hard ice in a surprisingly short time. Witnessing this rapid transition reminds me of how quickly our hearts can turn cool toward God.
That happened to the ancient Israelites. After God miraculously rescued them from slavery, they became impatient when Moses climbed Mt. Sinai to meet God and didn't return according to their timetable. So they got together and created their own god (Exodus 32:1). The Lord told Moses to hurry back down the mountain because the people had so quickly turned away (Deuteronomy 9:12).
When situations don't unfold according to our timetable, we might assume that God has lost interest in us. When we no longer feel close to Him, our hearts may grow cold. But God is always with us. As the psalmist wrote, "Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence?" (Psalm 139:7).
Even when God seems distant, He's not. His presence fills heaven and earth (vv.8-10). There's never a reason to let our hearts freeze over. -Julie Ackerman Link
The question is not where is God, but where isn't He?
You did a great job with the thread! Thanks. I hope you are having a wonderful Wednesday. :-)
An extra nice and beatiful presentation, Mrs. Bear ... thank you ... well done.
This United States is rather glorious, ain't it ... each and ever state, blue or red, is a gem.
But, Maine sounds awful cold to me ... brrrrrrrrr.
Wishing all our Hostesses and our Host, and all the Finest, a very fine day ... )
I Loved your Collage of our Military that I saw on my Nightly Lurkerdoms!
Great presentation today, MB.
My neighbor's from Maine, still owns a blueberry farm back there. He gave us a jar of blueberry jam they canned from last year's crop. Mmmmmmmm!