Wednesday, October 29, 2008

The Mission



As I've returned from a trip to visit family in the Northwest...I thought upon my father a lot.

Flying into our connection at Houston, Texas.... reminded me of that flight to see him for the first time. It was a Mission from the beginning. To find him...to know him...and to witness God's saving grace. I wanted so much to be that light shining forth God's truths.

It was nice to recall this wonderful memory as I traveled on to visit with my children. Some I have not seen in a few years. I was so anxious to get my arms around them.

I can imagine how my dad felt that special day. I know how I felt, so loved! By my Earthly Father and my Heavenly Father.

I prayed during this visit to the Northwest, that my children would feel as loved as I did then with my Father(s) and they would rejoice in the provision and answered prayers concerning this trip to see them.

One Sunday the Pastor's text were:

Psalm 137:2-4 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.


All but one of my children were present there. The Pastor reminded us of our heritage and not to forget the songs of Zion! He reminded us of our family life, as he gave illustrations of his own Father and the love between them. The things of his upbringing he valued and kept in his faith. He went around the congregation asking people their favorite songs in the hymn book and why. The testimonies brought tears.

Matthew 5:15 Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.

...a light even amidst our own family....

A timely message. A perfect message.

It brought joy to my heart to know that my husband and I had the privilege of sitting there with our children for this "remembrance" message. Reminding them, of the comfort we had as a family around the table of God's fellowship...the songs we sang together while our girls played the piano and our evening devotions and prayer time.

I could have claimed every song in the hymn book. But, I chose ...

From Every Stormy Wind That Blows

There is a place where Jesus sheds, The oil of gladness on our heads
A place than all besides more sweet- it is the blood bought mercy seat.

There is a scene where spirits blend, where friend holds fellowship with friend,
Tho sundered far, by faith they meet, Around one common mercy seat.


I love the words of this song. Thou the storms of life come...that light of God's presence is ever present and a comfort in a dark world. The messages of the Preacher once again enlightened us of that great hope found in our Saviour Jesus Christ.


Our life is a continual mission....showing forth the Praises of our God...

Singing the songs of Zion...the testimonies of his handiwork in our lives...

A shining light...set on a hill.. even in our own family circle!
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The mission to reach my father continued... I refused to believe that as a professing Athiest, his heart could not be reached!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

THANK YOU

Thank you friends for your needed prayer and kind comments. I have returned from a long trip and have a touch of the bug...

Hope to post tomorrow.

God bless...

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Time to pause

I will be taking some time off from my story til November.

I have some health issues that have come up...and some family needs.

God bless...

HOPE