Last evening in Virginia. No other words needed. ❤❤❤. Love, Lisa
I have been singing the bridge of this song on repeat this morning…..
“I lift my eyes unto the hills, where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth…”
Here is my cover of “Praise You In This Storm” written by Mark Hall & Bernie Herms.
Praise God for music….refocuses me in an instant. 🙂
Be blessed today. Love, Lisa
Second Chapter of Acts is a trio of two sisters and a brother from the seventies and eighties. “It Is Well With My Soul” is a wonderful track from Hymns II, 1988. Enjoy their unique harmonies and arrangement. Love, Lisa
On a day like today, even the trees seem to be groaning, yearning, reaching, stretching for Heaven. It’s like they can’t get close enough to the beauty of what God has created.
I have been filled with a strange and strong longing this week. Yearning for something. The weather has been so gorgeous, and you would think this would produce the opposite effect. Yet this kind of jaw-dropping beauty stands in stark juxtaposition to the ugliness I am seeing on the news. It illuminates the difference between the Here and the What Will Be so clearly. I love being alive on days like this, love experiencing all the amazing blues, and greens, and bird songs. Yet I know that so much better is waiting in God’s Heaven, where there is no more pain, no more weeping, no more conflict. Thus, the groaning.
“We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the first-fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly, as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved.” – Romans 8:22-24a
I am truly thankful that Jesus will make all things right and new when He returns. I am waiting eagerly. Love, Lisa
Watch this video of one of our resident hummingbirds, and we’ll talk afterwards. Make sure to have your sound up.
Ok…..what struck you about sweet little Howard the Hummingbird? Was he content and happy, drinking his sweet nectar in the feeder? Or did he seem nervous, agitated, borderline obsessed?
Howard has declared himself the hummingbird bully of the yard. He will not allow any other birds to come near ‘his’ feeder, will body slam them if they do, and sits there giving himself a neck crick constantly looking back and forth for offenders.
What really struck me as I watch him, is that Howard is not happy with his possession. He hardly drinks, he doesn’t fly much except for his body slamming, and he seems paranoid. I feel sorry for Howard. The possession seems to own him.
So, a cautionary tale for yours and my Monday morning. I pray we can enjoy and use and appreciate the things we own, and not obsess over them.
P.S., as a side note, listen to the happy tweeting birds in the background….a peaceful juxtaposition to poor Howard.
P.S.S., I love Howard….I just wish he could relax a bit and be kind to the other guys. 🙂 Love, Lisa