"LORD, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance." Psalm 16:5-6

Ours is a story of what God can do with two silly teens, starting off with no clue;

And baby thrown in, just for good measure. We didn’t know that God would increase our treasure

With four added on in rapid succession, filling our lives with joy and hard lessons.

We’ve had our share of valleys and hills, of times of abundance, and unpaid bills.

We once thought success would bring us bliss; we’ve learned that loss does a better job of this,

As we lean on our Savior, Who always delivers, regardless of the size of our quiver.

Although we’re grateful for the times of ease, the hard times are useful for learning to please

Our Heavenly Father, learning to walk in His Truth, of which we often talk.

May the Lord help us humbly and faithfully serve, staying mindful that the next generation observes.

Prop up your feet and grab a cup of coffee or tea while I open up

The book of my life, without further ado, and narrate the musings of my heart to you.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Welcome, Spring!

Everyone keeps saying that spring is on its way here. I know that it's true, but I haven't been as optimistic as most Pittsburghers. I've seen snow here in April -- it's not just a song.

Just a few weeks ago, we had a "teaser" of what locals refer to as "warm" weather. It did actually get "warm" enough for me to go for a run in a tank top. 

Soon thereafter, however -- and I mean SOON -- we had snow again. When I saw it falling, my hopes for beautiful weather were dashed, and I began to grumble.

I've been reading The Sovereignty of God, by A.W. Pink, and on the day of my grumbling over weather, I picked up my book and began with the paragraph where I had left off:

Truly, then, God governs inanimate matter. Earth and air, fire and water, hail and snow, stormy winds and angry seas, all perform the word of His power and fulfil [sic] His sovereign pleasure. Therefore, when we complain about the weather, we are, in reality, murmuring against God. (emphasis mine)

Immediately I repented of my ingratitude about the snow. I've even started feeling sorry that I haven't allowed Gabriela to play in it more often this winter.

How delighted I was recently to see some sure signs of spring:

We have many large windows in our house and many enormous trees in our yard. While these trees have posed a problem or two, they also afford me opportunities to observe the nesting birds and frolicking squirrels.
Yes, spring is on its way.

"Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving;
   make melody to our God on the lyre!
He covers the heavens with clouds;
   he prepares rain for the earth;
   he makes grass grow on the hills.
He gives to the beasts their food,
   and to the young ravens that cry.

"He sends out his command to the earth;
   his word runs swiftly.
He gives snow like wool;
   he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs;
   who can stand before his cold?
He sends out his word, and melts them;
   he makes his wind blow and the waters flow."
Psalm 147:7-9, 15-18

1 comment:

  1. Once again, I need a "like" button. Happy, happy spring! :-)