Devotional: My Song is With You.

IMG_2505This is from “Jesus Today.”

A friend and I just let it fall open to this page.

I can’t really hold a pencil anymore but I indicated what to underline.

If you have a hard day or night, I hope this based on Psalm 42:8 and 63:6-8.

Love to you and yours, twe

 

Sunday’s Showcase of Truth: May 25, 2014 Refuge

IMG_4095    Refuge: Blue Letter Bible   Strong’s Reference Number  H4498

מָנוֹס
Transliteration
manowc
Pronunciation
mä·nōs’ (Key)
Part of Speech
masculine noun
Root Word (Etymology)
From נוּס (H5127)
Dictionary Aids
TWOT Reference: 1327a
Outline of Biblical Usage
flight, refuge, place of escape
flight
refuge, place of escape

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ref·uge
ˈrefˌyo͞oj,-ˌyo͞oZH/Submit
noun
a condition of being safe or sheltered from pursuit, danger, or trouble.
“he was forced to take refuge in the French embassy”
something providing shelter.
plural noun: refuges
“the family came to be seen as a refuge from a harsh world”
synonyms: shelter, protection, safety, security, asylum, sanctuary; More
an institution providing safe accommodations for women who have suffered violence from a husband or partner.

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 I used to dream of beautiful getaways where I’d fly into a scape of majestic beauty that would provide of place of escape changing my reality forever. Never have I experienced the need for refuge as I do now. In this desperate need, a dreamscape is the last place where I find shelter. I find refuge is a retreat within where I find shelter with my sweet Lord: a warm washcloth, a soft answer, an old Bing Crosby movie, an etsy gift find, praying through worship music or Scripture, a vanilla lit candle, deep sleep, a hug that holds, glowing conversation out to eat dinner/thank you Bucky, a sticky note from my sister Lu, my heating pad, help with a blog/K-May, healing tears/Hopie, glad to be home/Meg, an honest text/Ashie, a picture from the airport/Sean. . . .these things and more are my shelter in my storm.

It took this path of desperation to lead me to my Lord’s reality of true refuge. Thank you for the bouquet of roses, T.

Tuesday’s Tickle: Front Row Seat

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I’ve always been a front row girl, but NOT with Roller Coasters!!!

Classes, conferences, church and any kind of performance. The amazing grace of my handicap is that it sometimes blesses me with a front row seat!!!

None of my daughters took after me in this posture 😉

As I grew out of college into grad school I still sat front row and asked the most questions.  I wanted to go deeper.

Now still front row for conferences, movies, musicals, plays (saw The Secret Garden at our school).  I still seek out death.  The pulse of the dynamic embrace my heart.  The facial interplay captures my mind.  There is always take away for my soul.

But I’m still God’s Front Row Seat Girl!! I wonder if angels concertinas have front row seats?

 

 

Two Celebrations in One

In Honor to our Megan, Salutatorian, 2014 High School Graduating Class

In 1st grade, Dunham has a tradition to make a time capsule that your parents hold in safe keeping until the weekend of your graduation. You are allowed to choose what goes into the time capsule, for example, stories you wrote, pictures of special memories, old school t-shirts, strings that measured your height in your 1st grade year, journal entries, etc. After the Baccalaureate every student that was there in first grade takes their boxes and opens them up while family watches. It is such a fun time, the students reminisce together about 1st grade memories while families share in the experience/teary for moms.

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Happy 18th Birthday Megan!!

Tres Leches (Milk Cake)-Megan’s Favorite Birthday Cake
Servings: 24
“This light and fluffy tres leches cake recipe uses four types of milk and is topped with whipped cream, making it extra moist and delicious.”
INGREDIENTS:
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour/cake flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 cup unsalted butter
1 cup white sugar
5 eggs
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 cups whole milk
1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed
milk
1 (12 fluid ounce) can evaporated milk
1 1/2 cups heavy whipping cream
1 cup white sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
DIRECTIONS:
1.Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour one 9×13 inch baking pan.
2.Sift flour and baking powder together and set aside. (A fun way to cheat on sifting is to whisk ingredients.)
3.Cream butter or margarine and the 1 cup sugar together until fluffy. Add eggs and the 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract; beat well.
4.Add the flour mixture to the butter mixture 2 tablespoons at a time; mix until well blended. Pour batter into prepared pan.
5.Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 30 minutes. Pierce cake several times with a fork.
6.Combine the whole milk, condensed milk, and evaporated milk together. Pour over the top of the cooled cake.
7.(I do whipped cream topping day of…Don’t forget to chill bowl and mixing whisk.) Whip whipping cream, the remaining 1 cup of the sugar, and the remaining 1 teaspoon vanilla together until thick. Spread over the top of cake. Be sure and keep cake refrigerated, enjoy!

 

Meg’s Birthday Cake

Tracey’s Favorite Recipe Website

 

Sunday’s Showcase of Truth: I Believe May 3, 2014

Dear Ones: Find a quiet place. Get a cup of coffee and enjoy. Thank you Sherry for sharing. Click on the following link. Then the excerpt from Arthur Pink’s excellent commentary: Mark 9:24  “Lord, I do believe! Help my unbelief!” A father’s humble cry to Jesus to save his demon possessed son.

Click on l.ink below for HIS Beauty

I Believe by BBC

The following is an Excerpt From Commentary:

gracegems.org  Arthur Pink, 1937  The language might be a stretch, but it’s good to “reach”. . .

Unbelief remains in the hearts even of the regenerate. Though God imparts to them the gift of faith, he does not remove (in this life) the root of unbelief. The Heroes of Faith, whose portraits hang upon the walls of fame in Hebrews 11, experienced that solemn fact. Look at Abraham, the father of all those who believe—when famine arose in Canaan he went down to Egypt for support, and so afraid was he to trust his wife in the hands of God, he told a lie by saying she was his sister. Look at Moses; afraid to return to Egypt and confront Pharaoh after Jehovah had appeared to him at the burning bush and had promised the deliverance of His people (Exo. 3); and later, complaining to Him, because he had so evilly dealt with Israel (Exo. 5:22, 23). Look at David, the slayer of Goliath—yet saying in his heart “I shall now perish one day by the hand of Saul” (1 Sam. 27:1). Look at the once intrepid Elijah, fleeing in terror from Jezebel. Ah, my reader, the Holy Spirit has delineated the characters of the saints in the colors of truth and reality; not as they ought to have been—but as they actually were.

Unbelief is the great burden of the saint. It grieves his soul—the man in our text wept over it—do you? Gladly would the Christian be freed from this plague—but the Lord does not see fit to remove it in this life. Frequently it acts like a cloud that covers the sun, for there is nothing so effectual as unbelief in hiding from us the light of God’s countenance.

Unbelief fetters our spiritual movements and impedes our progress. There are times when the believer fears that his unbelief will utterly sink him. Yet painful though this experience be, it is nevertheless a most hopeful and encouraging sign. It is not until God has communicated faith—that any soul is conscious of its unbelief! A living faith is necessary in order to recognize our dead unbelief! There must be Divine light to see its existence, and Divine light to feel its power. Here, then, is solid comfort for those who are groaning over this burden—in your unregenerate days you were never exercised over your unbelief! To genuinely mourn for our wicked unbelief is a sure evidence that Divine life is present in the soul. Those who are strangers to God, certainly do not make conscience of such matters; how can they—when they are quite unconscious of the plague of their hearts! But the Christian is not only conscious of unbelief, he goes to God and makes humble and contrite confession of the same. Yes, it is a sense of this grievous burden which drives him to the great Physician, crying, “Lord, I do believe! Help my unbelief!” A true Christian does not cloak or excuse his unbelief—but honestly acknowledges it before God. Nor does he sit still and pity himself as one who is totally impotent and without any responsibility in the matter. No, he genuinely seeks “help,” which clearly denotes he is resisting this enemy—but needs Divine assistance. True, without Christ he can do nothing (John 15:5)—but he can do all things by Christ strengthening him (Phil. 4:13).

“Lord, Tracey does believe! Help her unbelief!”

(There are distortions in her thought life that could use serious a  “Come to Jesus meeting!”)