Monday, November 17, 2008

Shepherd of the Hills

These words were written in 1907 by Harold Bell Wright, in the book, Shepherd of the Hills.

"Here and there among men, there are those who pause in the hurried rush to listen to the call of a life that is more real. How often have we seen them, jostled and ridiculed by their fellows, pushed aside and forgotten, as incompetent or unworthy. He who sees and hears too much is cursed for a dreamer, a fanatic, or a fool, by the mad mob, who, having eyes, see not, ears and hear not, and refuse to understand.

We build temples and churches, but will not worship in them; we hire spiritual advisers, but refuse to heed them; we buy bibles, but will not read them; believing in God, we do not fear Him; acknowledging Christ, we neither follow not obey Him. Only when we can no longer strive in the battle for earthly honors or material wealth, do we turn to the unseen but more enduring things of life; and with ears deafened by the din of selfish war and cruel violence, and eyes blinded by the glare of passing pomp and folly, we strive to hear and see the things we have so long refused to consider."

For many years, for Christmas and birthdays, I would search through out of the way used book stores and antique stores for the out of print books by Harold Bell Wright for my Dad who was collecting them. I had never read one of his books until now. A few years ago, we visited Branson, Missouri, in the Ozark Mountains, where this story takes place. I bought the book to bring home and just now got around to reading it. It's a wonderful story.

"This, my story, is a very old story. In the hills of life there are two trails. One lies along the higher sunlit fields where those who journey see afar, and the light lingers even when the sun is down; and one leads to the lower ground, where those who travel, as they go, look always over their shoulders with eyes of dread, and gloomy shadows gather long before the day is done."

I pray that I will always choose the higher trail, seeking after the true, the real, the gifts of God.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


Hope to the hurting heart,
"run to ME,
I'll hold you close
curing your heart's ache
with My tender
knowing touch
I'll sew up every break
memories. . .
scars, they fade
like the end of day
when My love
is planted there
the pain is washed away
I AM your
Prince of Peace
the Lover of your soul
Let ME in
I'll mend your heart
My love will make
you Whole"
Luke 4:18
I was in Jefferson, Texas one day a couple of weeks ago during a camping trip to Caddo Lake. We stopped in a gift shop called "Blessings". While there I bought a bookmark with this poem on it. I wanted to share it with you.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

He is Alive

Awake this morning at 2:30, I listened to the wind. . . the thunder. . . the rain, I saw the lightning flash. There's a channel in my area that plays Creation Scapes and Worship Videos around this time in the morning. It's so peaceful sitting in my dark house, listening to peaceful music and reading scripture. This happens quite often, and this morning, for the first time, I realized maybe God wants my company! There are no distractions, no demands, other than sleep, what a gift to spend this time with my Lord.

. . . this song blessed me tonight, this morning, as I sit here in the quiet darkness. We talked about Christ's resurrection on Sunday, about how He is alive today. He is alive with our Father and He is alive on this earth through His Holy Spirit. He is with us, through it all, every moment. He is alive. He is my. . . our. . . precious Jesus. And because of this, we can be truly alive.

I came across a new blog, A Woman's Worth and she speaks of "Trash to Treasure Because of Christ".

Every word of God is flawless; He is a shield to those who take refuge in him.

Proverbs 30:5

As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.

Psalms 42:1

Monday, November 10, 2008

Cottage Garden

At the Cottage Door
In the Garden Cottage Garden at Sunset When I was in Europe, I bought postcards of my favorite paintings from the many museums we visited. One of my very favorites, I framed, and is still sitting on my dresser. It's by David Woodlock, 1842-1929, and is called "Upper Bushey Village". I couldn't find it to share on my blog, but I found similar watercolors by the same artist. They're so pretty and peaceful. I still dream of living in a cottage in England, well, maybe just a little visit.

Lamentations 3:22-23

I substituted in a 5th grade classroom today, and found these verses from Lamentations on the wall next to the teacher's desk. Over the past week I've taught 3rd grade, 4th grade, elementary Art, Resource, and today 5th grade. Tomorrow I'm in an elementary special education room, then Wed. I'll be in a 9th grade special education class, and Friday a middle school special education class. I'm always a little worried before I get to the school for the day, but then I remember why I'm doing this. God is always so good and He reassures me each day.

I feel so privileged to be in each classroom. It's so much fun to see the light come on in a child's eyes when he understands something new!

Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22-23

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Ecclesiastes 3:1

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.
Ecclesiastes 3:1