I will lift up the cup of salvation and praise the LORD’s name for saving me. Psalm:116:13
Happy Birthday America!
Today is the 4th of July. The day I have the wonderful privilege and joy of celebrating both my country’s birthdate and my own. There will be lots of celebration and fireworks all across the country today as we remember our Declaration of Independence…and those who sacrificed life and blood down through the years to keep us free.
Because its my birth-date as well, I remember the love and sacrifice of my mother who gave me birth seventy-one years ago.
Most of all, I remember the God who created me in my mother’s womb and caused me to be born again (John 3:16) twenty-six years later when I came to the saving knowledge of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
The prayer below is my declaration of love for the One who came to set my soul free many years ago.
Father God, I praise you that you know my name.
Yes even in my mother’s womb you created and called me,
Hovered over and cared for me
In that secret place known only to you.
I praise you for the years of faithfulness and mercy
You’ve shown on my life’s journey towards you.
Most of all I praise you…All Sufficient…Gracious Savior…and Lord,
for the wonderful privilege to know and be known by you.
O Lord, you are the portion of my inheritance and my cup. The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, I have
a good inheritance (Psalm 16:5,6).
*The gift of the Rose was hand-stitched by my granddaughter Esther. Thank you Essie for each little stitch of love you poured into this beautiful keepsake!
Just a little rose, wilted at times…yet not for long.
Like the rose, we come to Jesus…
trusting He understands like no other,
resting between His shoulders,
knowing we are held with strong arms of love.
Like a child, we come to Jesus…
believing He cares like no other,
pouring out our hearts,
receiving His comforting presence.
Like a little rose wilted at times…
Coming to Jesus we find
living water refreshing our souls…
And once again the sweet fragrance of the Rose fills the air.
On the great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out saying, “If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink. He who believes in me, as the scriptures said, ‘From his innermost being will flow rivers of living water.'” John 7: 37-38
I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day.
As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, ‘I will work for food.’ My heart sank.
I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.
We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly…