to fear Him is to know Him

Do I fear God? Absolutely! Am I afraid or frightened or terrified? That’s a different kind of fear.

The Bible, both Old and New Testaments, contains a multitude of verses pertaining to the fear of God. Here’s a tiny sampling:

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom; A good understanding have all those who do His commandments; His praise endures forever. Psalm 111:10 NAS

Let all the earth fear the LORD; Let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of Him. Psalm 33:8 NAS

Therefore, having these promises, beloved, let us cleanse ourselves from all defilement of flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God. 2 Corinthians 7:1 NAS

and he said with a loud voice, "Fear God, and give Him glory, because the hour of His judgment has come; worship Him who made the heaven and the earth and sea and springs of waters." Revelation 14:7 NAS

After searching thru the Bible and several references, I found several descriptions of what it truly means to fear God:

It’s having an awe and reverence that only comes from knowing Him.

It’s experiencing His presence and what He has done for me thru Jesus.

It’s to respect of Him and obey His word.

It’s understanding His awesome holiness.

It’s putting God first in my life and earnestly following Him.

I can’t quite find the words to express this very clearly, so I’m ‘borrowing’ a couple statements:

“Fearing God means having such a reverence for Him, that it has a great impact on the way we live our lives. The fear of God is respecting Him, submitting to His discipline, and worshipping Him in awe.”

The fear of God has three basic components:

To Know Him
To Worship Him (in honor & reverence)
To Obey Him

To fear Him is to know Him – yes, I am a God-fearing woman. To know Him also means to give myself daily to Him.

we don’t read instruction manuals

There’s a new dishwasher in the kitchen. It’s so new-fangled, it should unload itself. It has a built in disposal, so no more scraping off food! Anyway, the wash-rinse-dry cycle wasn’t finishing. Last night I turned it off after four hours. The indicator light was stuck on ‘clean’. Instead of calling for service today, I decided to actually sit down and read the manual. It seems when the indicator light is stuck on ‘clean’, it means ‘clean’. It means the dishes are clean. It means you can either unload it, or go sit and enjoy a tall glass of iced tea.

Psalm 67

May God be gracious to us and bless us
and make his face to shine upon us,

that your way may be known on earth,
your saving power among all nations.

Let the peoples praise you, O God;
let all the peoples praise you!

Let the nations be glad and sing for joy,
for you judge the peoples with equity
and guide the nations upon earth.

Let the peoples praise you, O God;
let all the peoples praise you!

The earth has yielded its increase;
God, our God, shall bless us.

God shall bless us;

Psalm 67 ESV

list...

things to do *

win a water balloon fight

ride the amtrak train somewhere

learn how to fly fish

go fly fishing

visit Vermont in autumn

nap in a hammock

go for a hot air-balloon ride

stop wasting paper towels

get a very small butterfly tattoo

build a snowman

rent a cabin in the mountains

learn to make pottery

try paintballing

visit the beach in the winter

see a falling star

* partial list

lots of questions

I braved the below freezing temperatures and brisk wind today to pay a visit to the garden pond. This morning I realized it was very, very iced over when I saw a bright gold figure suspended motionless in the water. As I headed out with boiling water and heavy hammer, I hoped the poor little thing wasn’t trapped in the ice. I was glad to see the goldfish (I couldn’t see if it was Jacob or Boaz) disappear into the deeper end. It took great effort to break thru the 1½ inch thick ice. I finally was successful, and none too soon. My hands were beginning to feel numb.

If only I had paid more attention and dealt with icy conditions as necessary. If only I had tended to the maintenance when required. I hate to admit there were leaves frozen into the ice. If only I had taken a few minutes to clean them from the surface. Since I failed to do so, the bottom is covered with leaves, pine needles, and twigs. I know what needs to be done, when it needs to be done, and how it needs to be done. Jake and Boaz depend on me (or hubby) for a happy little life. They don’t ask for much, and they have given me hours of enjoyment. If only...

How often have I regretted that I didn’t ‘do’, ‘say’, or ‘go’? It’s not like I don’t know what I should do, when I should do it, or how I should do it. And when I don’t know these things, I do know where I can find the answers. How many times have I missed an opportunity? How many times have I been a disappointment? How many times have I failed to do the right thing? How many times...? And still, why are there so many times I say “if only...”?

I feel regretful when evening comes, and I have wasted an entire day. I feel guilty when I don’t spend more time alone with God. I feel disgraceful when I don’t spend more time in the Word of God. I feel sorrowful when I don’t spend more time talking to God. I feel shameful when I don’t spend more time in the house of God...

Regret, guilt, disgrace, sorrow, shame...

And tomorrow, I’ll wake up and try all over again, and He will be right there with me. Whether I’m in the grocery store, taking a nap, working out at the gym, dusting the den, having lunch with a friend, driving from here to there, or whatever or wherever – He will be right there with me. He will be right there with me. Anywhere, everywhere, right there – He will be right there with me.

That’s the only way I can do anything at all – with God The Father, His Son Jesus Christ, and The Holy Spirit...right there with me...

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go."
Joshua 1:9 NAS

i received this story yesterday, and thought it worth sharing

The Stranger

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small Texas town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home... Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?....





We just call him 'TV.'

He has a wife now...We call her 'Computer.'

a couple of my favorite C S Lewis quotes...

* When we lose one blessing, another is often, most unexpectedly, given in its place.

* God, who foresaw your tribulation, has specially armed you to go through it, not without pain, but without stain.

C S Lewis

the greatest one of all...

How often do we use the word ‘miracle’? It’s a miracle I didn’t oversleep! It’s a miracle these cookies didn’t burn! It’s a miracle the lightning strike didn’t blow out our computer! It’s a miracle you found your wallet with the cash still inside! It’s a miracle I passed that calculus test! It’s a miracle I wasn’t home when someone broke-in! It’s a miracle the stain came out of your expensive shirt! It’s a miracle this old dress still fits!

What do we consider a great miracle? Is it a cancerous tumor that suddenly disappears somewhere between two MRI scans? Could it be surviving a tornado underneath a collapsed house? What about a prognosis of wheelchair confinement, only to walk again thru inner strength and determination? Or a paycheck that wasn’t enough to eat and pay bills, but the checkbook register somehow had just enough? Is it a family who survived for days in a wrecked car down a steep ravine in freezing temperatures?

The Bible is full of miracles. The creation. The parting of the Red Sea. The feeding of the multitude. Daniel in the lion’s den. The blind man healed. The burning bush. Walking on water. Lazarus raised from the dead. The fall of Jericho. The calming of the storm.

But, what is the greatest miracle of all? It’s God Himself, sacrificing His only Son to pay for our sins, and if we believe, we will live with Him forever. It’s when we accept Jesus as our Savior, pray for forgiveness, and invite Him to live within our hearts. That may seem simplistic, and it is. It’s God’s simple plan of salvation. It’s the greatest miracle of all.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. John 3:16-17 NIV

did i do that?

I have absolutely no idea why certain things just pop into my mind. Like today, I first smiled, and then laughed at something I once did. I probably shouldn’t admit it, but here goes.

I did something that a mother shouldn’t have done. But it was fun, really fun the first time. The expression on my little boy’s face is forever etched in my mind. I wonder if he remembers, but I’m not asking. Okay, here it is...I instigated (yes, more than once) water wars inside the house. But, I limited the attacks to the kitchen. I had the advantage of the kitchen sink sprayer, but may have used a cup once. Mopping up the water was so totally worth it!

I’m a little more mature now, at least I think I am.

yet, Yet, YET

Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior. The Sovereign LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights. Habakkuk 3:17-19 NIV

I wonder how often the book of Habakkuk is read...

Get this: there isn’t anything good happening here. We’re talking about food, we’re talking about animals, we’re talking about some bad problems. No grape jelly, no oil, no veggies, no wool, no hamburger, no cheddar cheese, no 1% milk... Ouch, that hurts!

But, even with all these disasters, Habakkuk says “Yet”. Yet what? Yet I will? Yet I will what? “Yet I will rejoice in the Lord!” Wow! That’s like a good attitude.

I’ve been reminded that whatever happens in my life, be it wonderful, or be it horrible, I should rejoice. Rejoice in my Lord!

I’ve also been reminded that I think ‘Habakkuk” is a cool name.

prayer of St Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.

Saint Francis of Assisi

blessed, blessed, blessed

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to do what the LORD your God has commanded you; do not turn aside to the right or to the left.

Deuteronomy 5:32 NIV

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I got a call from an old friend today. Her son is the same age as mine and her daughter is a couple years younger. She’s been facing some difficult times lately within her family.

After getting off the phone, I once again thanked God for my son. I thanked God for the decisions he has made throughout his life, I thanked God for teaching him right from wrong, I thanked God for his chosen his wife, and I thanked God for so much more.

By the way, I learned many lessons in my life from my son. I also thanked God for that...

I’m blessed! Seriously, so blessed...

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mercy and grace

God of Mercy, God of Grace

God of mercy, God of grace,
Show the brightness of Thy face;
Shine upon us, Savior, shine,
Fill Thy Church with light divine,
And Thy saving health extend,
Unto earth’s remotest end.

Let the people praise Thee, Lord!
Be by all that live adored;
Let the nations shout and sing
Glory to their Savior King,
At Thy feet their tribute pay,
And Thy holy will obey.

Let the people praise Thee, Lord!
Earth shall then her fruits afford,
God to man His blessings give,
Man to God devoted live;
All below and all above
One in joy and light and love.

Hen­ry F. Lyte, Spir­it of the Psalms, 1834

is it joy? or is it happiness?

I’m happy when I’m laughing and grinning from ear to ear. I’m happy when my smile runs deep. I’m happy when I’m cheerful and glad. I’m happy, but am I joyful? The other side of the spectrum is unhappiness. When I’m unhappy, I often forget that I’m joyful. What? That makes absolutely no sense. Ah, but it does...

Happiness depends on what’s going on in my life. Happiness relies on how I view circumstances in my life. Happiness is contingent on my thoughts and/or feelings about my life. Happiness is conditional on...on...well, on me.

However, Joy is a gift from God. Joy is a fruit of the Spirit. Joy is Jesus in my heart. Joy is greater than whatever is happening in my life. Joy is strong. Joy lifts me up – high above any sadness, doubt, confusion, difficulty, loneliness, pain, failure, loss, fear, disappointment, challenge, anxiety, depression, anger, or sorrow. Yes, Joy is powerful!

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law. Galatians 5:22-23 NAS

No matter what, I have joy in my life. I have joy because I know where my joy comes from. I have joy because I know Who is in control of my life. I have joy because He loves me. I have joy because He has a plan for my life. I have joy because He has given me hope in my life. I have joy because he has a future for my life.

'For I know the plans that I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11 NAS

At the moment, I'm very chilly. Outside, it's 24 degrees F. Inside, it's...chilly. I'm achy. I don't feel like doing anything. There are loads of laundry to do. I should be in the kitchen figuring out something for dinner. Oh well, the heating pad on the couch is calling me. At the moment, I'm not very happy.

But, none of that matters. I have JOY!

call it thrifty – call it frugal – call it parsimonious

The head of this household arrived a few minutes ago. He had braved the cold and the wind and the rain on his homeward bound journey. He stopped at the grocery to pick up a few items. (I called him at work and suggested that this detour would well serve the interests of us both.)

Anyway, the point of this story is the great deal he/we took advantage of.

5 ¼ pounds of Perdue boneless, skinless fresh chicken breasts....... (drum roll)..... for $9.60.

You gotta love it !!!!!

I even overlooked the fact that he reeks of garlic...

His beauty

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Genesis 1:1 NAS
Lord,
Open our eyes to see.
To really see.
The beauty created by You.
Created for us to enjoy.An awesome beauty.
A perfect beauty.
An amazing beauty.
An infinite beauty.
A beauty only You could create...

same little outfit

Does anyone think the little son favors the little daddy?

This little guy’s photo was taken when he was:

23 days old

or 1,987,200 seconds

or 33,120 minutes

or 552 hours

or 3 weeks (rounded down)

This little fellow’s photo was taken when he was:

42 days old

or 3,628,800 seconds

or 60,480 minutes

or 1008 hours

or 6 weeks

one of many lessons...

I was in prison and you came to visit me.' Matthew 25:36 NIV

When I was in my mid-teens, there was a particular experience that made a permanent impression on my heart. On occasion, something will remind me of what happened many years ago.

My Dad bought an insurance policy from a salesman I’ll call George. As it turned out, George was a successful salesman who had written many insurance policies. However, the policies were worthless. The premium payments were put into the pockets of George instead of the pockets of the insurance company. George was caught, arrested, tried, and convicted of insurance fraud. I never knew how much money Dad lost, but in the scheme of things, it really wasn’t very important.

My Dad was involved in a local prison ministry, taking his turn leading services for the men who attended. I don’t know how it happened, but I imagine that one day when Dad stood to speak, he noticed a specific inmate sitting among the others. It was George. And no, I don’t believe it was just a coincidence.

Some inmates were allowed passes, so Dad brought George to our home for Sunday dinners. I don’t know how often George ate with us. After a couple of visits, I didn’t think of him as a prisoner. He was a man who had wronged others. He was a man who enjoyed Sunday dinner with us. He was a man separated from his family. (Although his wife and daughter were local, no contact was permitted while George was with Dad.)

This is my favorite part of the story. George finished serving his sentence and was released from prison. While he was cleaning out his house preparing to move, he came across some papers. These weren’t just any papers. These were records of some of the people he had defrauded.

And whose name do you think he saw? Yes, it was Dad’s. Right about then, I would think he had a sinking feeling in his gut. More than likely, he was embarrassed, mortified, and ashamed. George probably had an extremely hard time facing Dad again. He must have had many questions, such as “why didn’t you tell me who you were?”, and “why did you let me have meals with your family?”, and “after what I did to you, how could you treat me with such kindness?, and “why?”, and “why?”.

Dad lived his faith in front of others.

What about me? Is there anything that my son remembers about me? Is there some word or some action or some feeling or some example or some attitude or some something?

I sure hope so.

a very special Christmas

Now is the moment for the Spirit of Christmas…

The joy of giving, the smiles of children, the music of bells,

The twinkle of lights in crisp evening air,

Warmth and love of family and friends, sharing of special memories…

The gentle Spirit of Love that falls quietly upon all of mankind,

Seeking the single day of celebration bringing Peace upon the world.

Merry Christmas… and may God bless us, everyone.

Liz 1990

tiny little hands

My Grandchild's Hand

The promise of tomorrow
and the hope of dreams come true...
a reminder of the childhood
that's still a part of you...

The wonder of a miracle
from which this love began...
there is so much found in the touch
of holding a grandchild's hand.

Author Unknown