Praise:
For His gifts of love through my sons and granddaughter
Prayer
For His Word to guide my every thought, word, and action
For Betty, Tucker, and David
Answered Prayer
Finding a women's bible study where I can open my heart and be accountable
For a place of peace
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
A New Song
Like a silver moon
Falling on the water
My heart waits for you.
Breathlessly hoping
That life will move on,
So my dreams can
Move on too.
Sandi McClary, copyright 2009.
Falling on the water
My heart waits for you.
Breathlessly hoping
That life will move on,
So my dreams can
Move on too.
Sandi McClary, copyright 2009.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
A Test of Faith
I'm learning again to lean on the Lord. Have you been here?
Satan tries to tell me to doubt God and hide in shame, but I am straining to hear God's voice and to remember that He will restore what the locusts have eaten. I am placing my trust in God's word.... that He will be with me through this valley (Ps 23) and He will use this to lead me to a radical life change (Rom.2:4).
Blackaby says that every crisis is a test of our faith and that we must choose whether we will join Him in the work that He is doing around us. In spite of the destruction in this life, I have seen Him working around me in a million different ways.... allowing me to lead bible study with homeless women and children, working in soup kitchens, having a bible study group in my home, the pastor anointing the doors of my house, a sunset over the lake in front of my home. I am broken. I am being still to allow God's love to fill all the empty places. Thank God for His protection over me. He is good all the time, even in the worst of circumstances, and I know that He will bring goodness and joy.
My baby brother told me today that I am just like my mom; that I see the goodness in everyone. Lord, let me continue to see in others what you long for, but let me also see the truth so I can guard my heart.... not with a stone wall, but with boundaries that are your will. Help me continue to be broken for the things that You are broken for.
Satan tries to tell me to doubt God and hide in shame, but I am straining to hear God's voice and to remember that He will restore what the locusts have eaten. I am placing my trust in God's word.... that He will be with me through this valley (Ps 23) and He will use this to lead me to a radical life change (Rom.2:4).
Blackaby says that every crisis is a test of our faith and that we must choose whether we will join Him in the work that He is doing around us. In spite of the destruction in this life, I have seen Him working around me in a million different ways.... allowing me to lead bible study with homeless women and children, working in soup kitchens, having a bible study group in my home, the pastor anointing the doors of my house, a sunset over the lake in front of my home. I am broken. I am being still to allow God's love to fill all the empty places. Thank God for His protection over me. He is good all the time, even in the worst of circumstances, and I know that He will bring goodness and joy.
My baby brother told me today that I am just like my mom; that I see the goodness in everyone. Lord, let me continue to see in others what you long for, but let me also see the truth so I can guard my heart.... not with a stone wall, but with boundaries that are your will. Help me continue to be broken for the things that You are broken for.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thirsty
Thirsty
(by Sandi McClary, copyright 2008)
Based on God's Word to the Samaritan Woman
I come to the well
Alone, ashamed
A broken sinner
Without a name
Thirsty
My soul thirsts for you
Searching
For something that I can't find
In this world.
(chorus)
So I come to the well
The sanctuary
The waters of life
The waters of life
So I come to the well
And I lift up my hands to your hands to your name
I lift up my hands to your name.
Running through life
Busy each day
Missing the part
Where I call on your name
But I'm thirsty
My soul thirsts for you
Searching
For something that I can't find
In this world.
chorus
(by Sandi McClary, copyright 2008)
Based on God's Word to the Samaritan Woman
I come to the well
Alone, ashamed
A broken sinner
Without a name
Thirsty
My soul thirsts for you
Searching
For something that I can't find
In this world.
(chorus)
So I come to the well
The sanctuary
The waters of life
The waters of life
So I come to the well
And I lift up my hands to your hands to your name
I lift up my hands to your name.
Running through life
Busy each day
Missing the part
Where I call on your name
But I'm thirsty
My soul thirsts for you
Searching
For something that I can't find
In this world.
chorus
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The Tracks to My Home
In as much detail as you would like to share, please tell me a “miracle” that has happened in your own life.
I am thankful for so many miracles that the Lord has given me..... His peace, His strength to endure the journey, my two sons, my granddaughter, my family, and the women of faith that He has placed in my path. One of the miracles of life stands out though.
Chuck Swindoll says that this road that we travel is like walking on a set of railroad tracks where one foot is standing on blessing and the other standing, or sliding, in pain and dying decay. Growing up in rural Missouri, I remember walking down the tracks many times. Growing in God's love and faith now, still I am walking down those tracks that will lead me home.
At a time when I was mostly crawling down the tracks, I was able to pray over my brothers in my mother's front yard. With the city and Satan's lies swirling around us, we were holding hands in a quiet place of peace. God is so amazing. His mercy and love endure forever.
I am thankful for so many miracles that the Lord has given me..... His peace, His strength to endure the journey, my two sons, my granddaughter, my family, and the women of faith that He has placed in my path. One of the miracles of life stands out though.
Chuck Swindoll says that this road that we travel is like walking on a set of railroad tracks where one foot is standing on blessing and the other standing, or sliding, in pain and dying decay. Growing up in rural Missouri, I remember walking down the tracks many times. Growing in God's love and faith now, still I am walking down those tracks that will lead me home.
At a time when I was mostly crawling down the tracks, I was able to pray over my brothers in my mother's front yard. With the city and Satan's lies swirling around us, we were holding hands in a quiet place of peace. God is so amazing. His mercy and love endure forever.
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