Heidi......
We miss you in the back room.
Are days are continually filled with gloom.
Until you return we will continue to cry.
The tissues are overflowing, my oh my.
Have safe travels and fruitful schools.
And don't you worry we are following the rules.
Corban Experience is a rumor away.
Pretty soon it will be today.
And you will be home and the sun will shine.
And students will be plentiful like watermelon rhine.
See you soon!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Wonderful Kidney Beings
Did you know that God made your kidneys?!
It's true. His Word says so specifically.
"For You created my inmost being;
You knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful,
I know that full well."
-Psalm 139:13-14
So many of us are so fond of Psalm 139. And it's no wonder. It tells us that God knows everything about us. He always knows where we are. Neither distance nor darkness can hide us from Him. Oh, and He made us wonderfully. God is crazy about us! And it begins in our kidneys.
Apparently the literal Hebrew translation of "inmost being" is kidneys. In Hebrew "kidneys" is an idiom for "the innermost center of emotions and of moral sensitivity" (NIV Study Bible, notes on v. 13), just like "heart" is for us. That would make for some interesting love songs...(See Mark Lowry for more on this point.) God not only knew our shape, our form, our size, and our gender, but He knew who we would be. He made us that way on purpose!
As I have been meditating on this chapter I have been so incredibly blessed and humbled to recognize how passionate God is for me. I'm not sure where I got these scratched, stained, fogged up glasses that I'm looking through, but they do a horrible injustice to the man in the mirror! I mean, if God, the Creator of the Universe and Everything in Existence, created me "fearfully and wonderfully" above all other creations, aren't I grieving Him when I look at that magnificent masterpiece and say, "Well, I don't know God. I mean sure, it's great and all, but I'm just not sure if I'm "fearful and wonderful" quality. I appreciate your kindness and thoughtfulness though. Thanks. I'll just try to be a pretty good person, 'cause I don't think I can do much beyond that." How injurious to the greatest Craftsman any of us have ever known!
O God, may I see through the lenses of the Almighty; may I perceive what the Astounding Architect has built; may I know the vastness of Your Majesty in me! Thank You. May I show my gratitude with my life...and somehow that will never be enough.
How are you seeing yourself? After all, you were made from the same matter I was.
-Psalm 139
It's true. His Word says so specifically.
"For You created my inmost being;
You knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful,
I know that full well."
-Psalm 139:13-14
So many of us are so fond of Psalm 139. And it's no wonder. It tells us that God knows everything about us. He always knows where we are. Neither distance nor darkness can hide us from Him. Oh, and He made us wonderfully. God is crazy about us! And it begins in our kidneys.
Apparently the literal Hebrew translation of "inmost being" is kidneys. In Hebrew "kidneys" is an idiom for "the innermost center of emotions and of moral sensitivity" (NIV Study Bible, notes on v. 13), just like "heart" is for us. That would make for some interesting love songs...(See Mark Lowry for more on this point.) God not only knew our shape, our form, our size, and our gender, but He knew who we would be. He made us that way on purpose!
As I have been meditating on this chapter I have been so incredibly blessed and humbled to recognize how passionate God is for me. I'm not sure where I got these scratched, stained, fogged up glasses that I'm looking through, but they do a horrible injustice to the man in the mirror! I mean, if God, the Creator of the Universe and Everything in Existence, created me "fearfully and wonderfully" above all other creations, aren't I grieving Him when I look at that magnificent masterpiece and say, "Well, I don't know God. I mean sure, it's great and all, but I'm just not sure if I'm "fearful and wonderful" quality. I appreciate your kindness and thoughtfulness though. Thanks. I'll just try to be a pretty good person, 'cause I don't think I can do much beyond that." How injurious to the greatest Craftsman any of us have ever known!
O God, may I see through the lenses of the Almighty; may I perceive what the Astounding Architect has built; may I know the vastness of Your Majesty in me! Thank You. May I show my gratitude with my life...and somehow that will never be enough.
How are you seeing yourself? After all, you were made from the same matter I was.
-Psalm 139
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Blessings Poured
Each of us has stood in the rain, be it literal or figurative.
And though "every cloud has a silver lining", I wonder
how many linings we've seen, lamenting over soggy socks.
As a friend reminded me, the sun is still shining
regardless of the clouds that mask his face.
So I admonish you to count the rhythms of the rain
as the pulses of the blessings poured
by the Son behind the silver-lined clouds.
My feet are drenched; my path is planned by the One Who ordained my every step.
My head is cold; I've got a mind capable of thinking deeply and stirring myriad emotions.
My fingers are throbbing; I have talents undeserved with great potential in these hands given me.
My lips are blue; I can taste amazing and countless flavors, I can speak, I can sing, I can exalt the name of my Lord.
My ears are stinging; what astounding sounds come dancing through, what encouragements I can hear!
My nose is running; a valiant Warrior grants me endurance to "run the race marked out for me".
My hair is dripping; an impassioned Father "knows the number of hairs on my head".
I am loved.
I am creative.
I am healthy.
I have a sense of humor.
God has an increasingly firm grip on my heart.
God has chosen me for salvation.
God has provided everything I need, physically.
I enjoy my job.
God continues to teach me, mold me, and strengthen me.
God has blessed me with musical ability.
I have a heart for prayer.
My family is well.
My sister is married.
My grandparents are still alive and are coming to spend Christmas with us.
We live in a beautiful state.
We have freedom.
We have homes and food.
I can see.
I can hear.
I can feel.
I can smell.
I can taste.
I can sense another's pain.
I can read.
I have read countless books that have made me who I am, all falling far behind the Word of God.
There is always Hope; His name is Jesus.
Php. 2:14-15, Heb. 13:5-6
What are you grateful for? Or has it been too long since you've thought about it?
And though "every cloud has a silver lining", I wonder
how many linings we've seen, lamenting over soggy socks.
As a friend reminded me, the sun is still shining
regardless of the clouds that mask his face.
So I admonish you to count the rhythms of the rain
as the pulses of the blessings poured
by the Son behind the silver-lined clouds.
My feet are drenched; my path is planned by the One Who ordained my every step.
My head is cold; I've got a mind capable of thinking deeply and stirring myriad emotions.
My fingers are throbbing; I have talents undeserved with great potential in these hands given me.
My lips are blue; I can taste amazing and countless flavors, I can speak, I can sing, I can exalt the name of my Lord.
My ears are stinging; what astounding sounds come dancing through, what encouragements I can hear!
My nose is running; a valiant Warrior grants me endurance to "run the race marked out for me".
My hair is dripping; an impassioned Father "knows the number of hairs on my head".
I am loved.
I am creative.
I am healthy.
I have a sense of humor.
God has an increasingly firm grip on my heart.
God has chosen me for salvation.
God has provided everything I need, physically.
I enjoy my job.
God continues to teach me, mold me, and strengthen me.
God has blessed me with musical ability.
I have a heart for prayer.
My family is well.
My sister is married.
My grandparents are still alive and are coming to spend Christmas with us.
We live in a beautiful state.
We have freedom.
We have homes and food.
I can see.
I can hear.
I can feel.
I can smell.
I can taste.
I can sense another's pain.
I can read.
I have read countless books that have made me who I am, all falling far behind the Word of God.
There is always Hope; His name is Jesus.
Php. 2:14-15, Heb. 13:5-6
What are you grateful for? Or has it been too long since you've thought about it?
A day in the life...
Currently, David is listening to the song, "Hard Knock Life" from Annie, and is singing it loudly, slightly off-key.
I love my job!
I love my job!
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