Rain Clouds
Watching the clouds roll in... Waiting for the rain...
Spurgeon Reminder for Mondays
Getting Ready for Year 7: Moving In
I spent about 5 1/2 hours today rearranging my furniture and cleaning today. The progress is being made, even if it's still in the beginning stages. It's exciting to see the room start to take shape! Also, I guess I can skip my workout today after moving all the furniture and books.
No accident
One of my favorite quotes from my summer re-reading of 'Story of a Pocket Bible' by George Sargent (1857): Call it not accident, however. Reader, in the universal government of Him who, while he guides the destinies of kingdoms and worlds, yet watches the fall of a sparrow, accident is not known.
Feeding my Mind
1 Truly God is good to Israel, to those who are pure in heart. 2 But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled, my steps had nearly slipped. 3 For I was envious of the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked. 4 For they have no pangs until death; their bodies are fat… Continue reading Feeding my Mind
Desperate
Lord, We are a desperate people. We are desperate for safety and security. We are desperate for health and material things. We are desperate for comfort. We are desperate for the wrong things. We snub and we rob. We demean. We grasp after our wants greedily and selfishly. Then we look outward and hear news.… Continue reading Desperate
The Heart of a Single Woman’s Home: Concluding Prayer (part 8 of 8)
As I’m wrapping up this blog series, I want to share some hope and prayers for myself and other single women. My homemaking has not turned out as I originally planned or dreamed, but it is good, and I am lacking for nothing because I have God Himself. Because God is faithful and because true hope… Continue reading The Heart of a Single Woman’s Home: Concluding Prayer (part 8 of 8)
The Heart of a Single Woman’s Home: Buying a House (part 7 of 8)
While I knew of a handful of single women who were homeowners, I didn’t think I had the courage to do it. I was afraid that buying a house as a single woman in her late-20s would send one of two messages. The first message I was afraid to send was that I was too strong to need a man or that I’d at least be difficult to lead. The second message was that I had resigned to my singleness by giving up and buying a house.
thoughts and songs 