Listening to them say their verses has also made me feel quite guilty. These young children are much better at memorizing Scripture then I am. I need to change this. I came upon a passage of Scripture in Isaiah that I have just fallen in love with. The wording is so beautiful and a great description of His power. I think it is a very fitting passage for Multitude Monday as it is a reminder that He is the ultimate gift-giver. I need to spend more time sitting in awe of His beauty... His power.
Isaiah 10:6-16
No one is like You, O Lord;
You are great, and Your name is mighty in power.
Who should not revere you, O King of the nations?
This is You due.
Among all the wise men of the nations and in all their kingdoms, there is no one like You.
They are all senseless and foolish; they are taught by worthless wooden idols.
Hammered silver is brought from Tarshish
and gold from Uphaz.
What the craftsman and goldsmith have made is then dressed in blue and purple - all made by skilled workers.
But the Lord is the true God;
He is the living God, the eternal King.
When He is angry, the earth trembles; the nations cannot endure His wrath.
"Tell them this, 'These gods, who did not make the heavens and the earth, will perish from the earth and from under the heavens.' "
But God made the earth by HIS power;
He founded the world by HIS wisdom
and stretched out the heavens by HIS understanding.
When He thunders, the waters in the heavens roar,
He makes clouds rise from the ends of the earth.
He sends lightening with the rain and brings out the wind from HIS storehouses.
Everyone is senseless and without knowledge; every goldsmith is shamed by his idols. His images are a fraud; they have no breath in them. They are worthless, the objects of mockery; when their judgment comes, they will perish.
HE who is the Portion of Jacob is not like these, for HE is the Maker of all things. including Israel, the tribe of HIS inheritance - the Lord Almighty is HIS name.
This passage gives me chill bumps. I can't help but feel small after reading it. That's MY Father.... my daddy. He who makes the earth tremble is the one I call Abba Father.
I am His... you are His...
I am the daughter of the Almighty, the Maker of all things.
I am loved, not just one of His many children. No, He knows my name, knows my heart, loves me. He thinks I am special. He cares for me, and not just the big things... but the little things too. Every little detail, He knows and cares about.
#255-271
My Maker
Sweet gifts sent from above
Open doors
New opportunities
Extra days at work
A fun evening, making new friends
Snuggles with Ben (can you tell I LOVE being an "aunt")
Ice cream run with my mom
Reading time with the nephew
Watching the shy one in class, who struggles with memorizing, say more then he thought he could and the smile on his face when he hears the words, "I'm proud of you"
Hearing those sweet, but loud, children complain because we have run out of time and they will have to wait till next week to hear the end of the story of Ruth.
A ride from a friend, which saves me gas
Gas below $2!!!
Peaches hanging from the tree
The sweet juice tickling down my face
The what seemed like the never-ending canning process, that yielded 2 dozens jars full of sliced peaches
A sticky floor, sticky counter tops, sticky stove, and sticky jars full of peaches
#255-271
My Maker
Sweet gifts sent from above
Open doors
New opportunities
Extra days at work
A fun evening, making new friends
Snuggles with Ben (can you tell I LOVE being an "aunt")
Ice cream run with my mom
Reading time with the nephew
Watching the shy one in class, who struggles with memorizing, say more then he thought he could and the smile on his face when he hears the words, "I'm proud of you"
Hearing those sweet, but loud, children complain because we have run out of time and they will have to wait till next week to hear the end of the story of Ruth.
A ride from a friend, which saves me gas
Gas below $2!!!
Peaches hanging from the tree
The sweet juice tickling down my face
The what seemed like the never-ending canning process, that yielded 2 dozens jars full of sliced peaches
A sticky floor, sticky counter tops, sticky stove, and sticky jars full of peaches
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I am popping by from new Friend Friday @ ttt and tgc.
I've been to Liberty U several times and LOVE the campus.
Your blog is so honest and real. Thanks.
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