A Psalm of gratefulness

Psalm 30:11-12

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, To the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to You forever.

I have just spent an entire afternoon shopping 'till I dropped with our student minister's wife (I found a skirt at Gap for $6!). I had a blast :) Yet I can't help but remember how exhausted I would become not too long ago when I tried shopping for over an hour. The Lord has returned to me my strength and I am so very thankful. I pray that I may "give thanks to You forever" as David promised the Lord. My strength has returned, praise be to God!

Jesus, the answer to the question

I was looking through pictures recently and I couldn't help but think of the countless things that God has blessed me with. The blessings are almost always unexpected and are in the Lord's perfect time. Yet even in the midst of these gifts I catch myself thinking of the future and how impossible some of my dreams seem. I seem to think that after so many blessings God cuts off the spout. My rations are spent and the Lord has nothing left to give me. How the Lord must laugh at what I think of His resources. When these doubts creep in I must ask myself a few questions:

Who has blessed me with four sweet piano students?

Who has put family in my life that make me laugh till' I cry?

Who has given me irreplaceable memories with my awesome sisters and wonderful mama?

Who gave me two brothers that tell me they love me every night?

Jesus. That is the answer to all of these questions. That one word can calm every fear, erase every doubt and dry every frustrated tear. That same Jesus can take my seemingly impossible dreams and make them a reality. The familiar words of this song come to mind and I hope it will encourage those who find themselves thinking God has cut off their blessings spout.

Why should I feel discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart feel lonely?
And long for heaven and home
When Jesus is my portion
My constant Friend is He
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me

No Place Like Home

After a day of errands and music lessons it feels wonderful to be home again! A day in town makes me appreciate the hard work Mama has put into making our home a perfect haven, a sweet place of refuge from the busyness of life.

My favorite occupation. Thanks for the book Princess!

Little Man, isn't he a sweet napper?

Buddy, he even sleeps in his cap :)

Thank you Mama for making our home a welcome respite from the troubles that tend to overwhelm us. Thanks for reading!
Hope:)