to be shaken? or to be still?
when i get really nervous i start shaking. for real. like when i give speeches in class for example. sometimes when i'm on stage. when i talk to certian people. hehe. and probably when i try to order food too.
anyhow.
my phone has this really cool scrolling postit thing on my wallpaper, and one time i found this really cool verse, so i put it on there. it says "I have set the Lord always before me; because He is at my right hand I shall not be shaken." beautiful huh? thats psalms 16:8, btw. and then the other day a friend texted me psalms 21:1-7 which was REALLYYY cool, cause verse 7 goes "For the king trusts in the Lord; through the unfailing love of the Most High he will not be shaken."
i like it when stuff like that happens.
and now for the story...
i have a strange, strong dislike to mention to anyone outside of my immediate family whenever i get sick. so even though i'm back at college and i've been pretty sick for the past 5 days or so, no one really knew. aha. i think some of the jackson family stubborness from 4 generations ago found its way in my blood. :P
last night i felt the worse. my fever was 102.2 and my cough was.. pretty bad. i mean, i think i've felt worse, but for some reason i was pretty scared and i began begging God to make me feel better. especially cause all the freshmen move in tomorrow and i want to make a good impression. jokes. but really. it felt like horrible timing, and i let Him know i thought so.. and could he pleaseeee strenghten my faith by, you know... healing me super duper fast! haha
i had sent a text to a friend asking for prayer abt my fever, and instead i got a response that said something along the lines of "i pray rather that you would be able to rejoice in the new trial the Lord has given you - as He opens your eyes to our frail we are, and how supreme he is over all."
they weren't trying to belittle my pain, but to remind me of the reason we go through these hard times and how awe are to respond - by praising the Lord instead of fearfully doubting His wonderful plans for us.
oh, it was so humbling.
but then, it was so wonderful.
have you ever had those moments when you feel sooo small and you are suddenly super overwhelmed by our HUGE God and His HUGE love for us... that unconditional love that we will never, ever understand? it was one of those moments. i was completely and utterly blown away. and the pain and the fear i had felt were nothing compared to the peace that comes from trusting Him.
to be shaken.. or to be still
u know, back in exodus 14, the Isrealites were pretty shaken. here they were - stuck between a sea of water and a sea of angry egyptians. they had thought God was helping them escape from. so they called out to God - not praising Him for what was to come, but begging for what they had before. they would have given anything at the moment to once again be slaves in egypt. but moses says "Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. The Lord will fight for you; you need only to BE STILL."
i hope you know the rest of the story. its quite wonderful. God opens up that sea of water, and ALL His people walk through. and then the egyptians start charging through, and the waters come back, killing every last one. pretty gory, but it goes to prove that our God can do WHATEVER He wants to glorify Himself. hallelujah, amen!
i'm pretty sure that after that whole rescue, not one of the isrealites had any desire to be slaves again in egypt. and in the same way, i (who had be grumbling to my Savior, wanting to go back to good health) was suddenly glad for the whole ordeal because it had taught me a lottttt about peace and trust, being shaken, and being still.
kinda like thats song... "Be still, there is a Healer..."
i've been singing that a lot. in my head tho. the voice still isnt back to normal....
but i trust my Savior anyway. He knows best for me. :)
"Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
(Psalm 46:10)
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
"it's good to be alive"
i think every time us girl cousins on the the Randall side get together (theres only 3 of us) we pick out matching shirts and a theme song. this weekend has been no exception.
shaina and i bought a matching shirt for bethany, and we've been singing jason gray's new song "Good to be alive" over and over again while playing card games, watching spectacular spiderman episodes, riding to a Braves game, eating yummy food, and all that good family reunion stuff.
one part of me wishes we could keep on doing this. i mean, who wouldn't? but guess what... i move tomorrow. back to the dorm and back to hattiesburg.
anyone else think that hattiesburg is an AWESOME name for a place to live? haha.
and so yeah, another part of me is really excited about going back, living with my roomie, taking cool classes (sign languageee AND music therapy!!!), connecting with old friends, introducing shaina to all my friends, meeting new peeps, and, of course, the best part - getting closer to my Savior. <3
mom and dad bought me an awesome book for my second year of college. last year i got a car and a laptop. this year i got "The Jesus Storybook Bible". don't worry guys. i wanted it. in fact, i kinda begged for it. if u've read it you understand. =] not only does this book has the cutest pictures, but it does a fantastic job of relating all these little Bible stories to the gospel. take Abraham and Isaac for exmple - at the end of the story it compares isaac to Jesus... another son walking up a mountion with wood on his back, another son trusting his father, another sacrifice. whoa, right?
but i'm getting sidetracked.
anyhow. i locked my two real Bibles in Bindi (my car) and i'm not sure how to open the front door of my grandmother's house (hehe) so tonight (with all my college worries swirling around in my head) i decided to read from my storybook. i felt like a little kid having story time before bed. aha. good feeling. :D
the story today was about God's people getting freed from slavery and wanting to live however God wanted them to. And reading out the lists and lists of rules. and more rules. and extra rules and "yet some more extra bonus ancillary supplementary rules". as you can imagine, these people got kinda depressed. and not just because of the long lists, but because they realized how differently they were living from the way God wanted them to be living.
so guess what they did.
THEY HAD A PARTYYYYY!! :)) ahhaa.
apparently Ezra decided God's people didn't need to sit around with long faces, but to revel in the power of the God that had saved them oover and over and over and over again. and so they did just that! awesome, eh?
it was a wonderful thing to read with the pressures of college hanging over me.... cause i really wanna live as a light on my campus. i wanna be wise and awesome and godly. hehe. i wanna get all As and to impress my professors. i wanna love those i found hard to love last year and i wanna patch up anything that went wrong last year. oh, and i wanna start earning money. haha. i mean, my parents want me to. jokes.
but i feel like tonite God wanted me to know that i should simply thank Him for recusing me. over and over and over and over again.
and that i should realize thats its just good to be alive. :)
it is good to be alive.
i think every time us girl cousins on the the Randall side get together (theres only 3 of us) we pick out matching shirts and a theme song. this weekend has been no exception.
shaina and i bought a matching shirt for bethany, and we've been singing jason gray's new song "Good to be alive" over and over again while playing card games, watching spectacular spiderman episodes, riding to a Braves game, eating yummy food, and all that good family reunion stuff.
one part of me wishes we could keep on doing this. i mean, who wouldn't? but guess what... i move tomorrow. back to the dorm and back to hattiesburg.
anyone else think that hattiesburg is an AWESOME name for a place to live? haha.
and so yeah, another part of me is really excited about going back, living with my roomie, taking cool classes (sign languageee AND music therapy!!!), connecting with old friends, introducing shaina to all my friends, meeting new peeps, and, of course, the best part - getting closer to my Savior. <3
mom and dad bought me an awesome book for my second year of college. last year i got a car and a laptop. this year i got "The Jesus Storybook Bible". don't worry guys. i wanted it. in fact, i kinda begged for it. if u've read it you understand. =] not only does this book has the cutest pictures, but it does a fantastic job of relating all these little Bible stories to the gospel. take Abraham and Isaac for exmple - at the end of the story it compares isaac to Jesus... another son walking up a mountion with wood on his back, another son trusting his father, another sacrifice. whoa, right?
but i'm getting sidetracked.
anyhow. i locked my two real Bibles in Bindi (my car) and i'm not sure how to open the front door of my grandmother's house (hehe) so tonight (with all my college worries swirling around in my head) i decided to read from my storybook. i felt like a little kid having story time before bed. aha. good feeling. :D
the story today was about God's people getting freed from slavery and wanting to live however God wanted them to. And reading out the lists and lists of rules. and more rules. and extra rules and "yet some more extra bonus ancillary supplementary rules". as you can imagine, these people got kinda depressed. and not just because of the long lists, but because they realized how differently they were living from the way God wanted them to be living.
so guess what they did.
THEY HAD A PARTYYYYY!! :)) ahhaa.
apparently Ezra decided God's people didn't need to sit around with long faces, but to revel in the power of the God that had saved them oover and over and over and over again. and so they did just that! awesome, eh?
it was a wonderful thing to read with the pressures of college hanging over me.... cause i really wanna live as a light on my campus. i wanna be wise and awesome and godly. hehe. i wanna get all As and to impress my professors. i wanna love those i found hard to love last year and i wanna patch up anything that went wrong last year. oh, and i wanna start earning money. haha. i mean, my parents want me to. jokes.
but i feel like tonite God wanted me to know that i should simply thank Him for recusing me. over and over and over and over again.
and that i should realize thats its just good to be alive. :)
it is good to be alive.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
"She looks just like her Daddy."
Its Mothers Day in Thailand right now, but as God would have it, this post is going to be a little bit more about my Dad than my Mom. Sorry Mom! hehe.
When I was really young , a lot of people used to tell me I looked like my dad. I don't remember this, but apparently it used to make me cry. Mom said once I burst into tears and wept as I told her I didn't want to look like a boy. I guess I didn't quite understand the whole "look alike" concept. .. I was young, okay? :P
But now I think I'm beginning to understand it a little bit better. I know I have my Dad's ever-ready smile, his wrinkly forehead, and now, his smile creases that caught my mother's eye on that first day of MK orientation so many, many years ago.
And knowing that I look like my Dad doesn't make me cry anymore. :)
Once I was hanging out with a couple friends in my dorm, when one of them spilled something. typical college student. aha. jokes. anyhow, my room was really close by, so i quickly ran to my paper towel supply, grabbed the nessary amount of that life-saver cleaning solution, got down on my knees and scrubbed away at the mess we had made. (Believe it or not, the purpose of me sharing this story is not to boast about my scrubbing skillz. they are pretty great tho.)
While i was finishing off the scrubbing with a flourish, one of my friends laughed at me and made a comment something along the lines of "Maurissa, why are you always the first one to clean up spills that you didn't even make"
I probably replied with some sarcastic comment like "Oh, you know me. i'm just so perfect and wonderful i wanna help people out." but in my head, i knew the reason i was on my knees cleaning up the mess was cause thats exactly what my Dad would have done.... And not just because he has a touch of OCD (hehe), but because of his servant heart. (another thing that caught mom's attention that crucial first year of college)
My Dad is a wonderful driver. He loves kids, and He is always the first to get down on His knees to clean up someone's spill... and somehow He does it without making them feel like they did anything wrong.
(If you ever want to compliment me, you can tell me that i'm just like that, cause i sure would like to be. or you could tell me that i'm like my mom. :) that works too.)
Today at church, the pastor (who has a voice just like Bill Cosby. is that awesome or what?) started talking about some american tv show i'd never heard of. i didnt get the name, but i'm pretty sure i wouldn't mind going the rest of my life without watching this one. haha. Anyhow. He explained that in the episode he watched, there was this young lady with a 6 month yr old, and they were trying to figure who the baby daddy was. they had one candidate - Frank. And Frank was positive the kid wasn't his. his biggest argument was that apparently the 6 month yr old didn't act like him. that actually kinda suprised me. tehe. but back to the story... the DNA test results came back, and Frank wasn't the daddy. he did a victory dance, and the show concluded.
Its a good thing the pastor quickly moved to the part of his sermon where He related the show to his message, because Shaina and i were beginning to wonder about this country God has called us to.
And heres what Brother Nate (the Bill Cosby guy) had to say:
"I wonder, when people look at you if they can tell .... Who's your Daddy?... When your Daddy is watching you, is He thinking to Himself "Baby, if your mine, why don't you look like your Daddy? Why aren't you acting like your Daddy?"
Several times in my life, i've been told that look just like my daddy, and furthermore, that we act a lot alike. So if thats what Brother Nate had been talking about, i could have left the building with my head held high, a huge smile on my face, and resolve to work on my driving skills.
But thats not at all what He meant. He wasn't talking about my Philip-Daddy. He was talking about my favorite Daddy.. my Jesus-Daddy.
And i have a lot more to work on than my driving abilities.
When I was in England, this overly friendly guy (i mentioned him before) said to me "You must not be from around here because you are so sweet and polite." i thought it was a really funny comment, but it got me thinking - you often can tell where people are from by watching they actions. accents help too. :P
So as i sat there in church, tears slipping down the side of my face as i reflected on how sweet and wonderful and powerful my God-Daddy is .. and how i don't want to disappoint Him, but to take after Him, i decided that the best compliment i could ever receive from an overly friendly stranger would be
"Hey, you must not be from around here. Cause I can tell where your home is - thats Heaven. And I know that cause I can tell who your Daddy is...
You look just like Him."
Its Mothers Day in Thailand right now, but as God would have it, this post is going to be a little bit more about my Dad than my Mom. Sorry Mom! hehe.
When I was really young , a lot of people used to tell me I looked like my dad. I don't remember this, but apparently it used to make me cry. Mom said once I burst into tears and wept as I told her I didn't want to look like a boy. I guess I didn't quite understand the whole "look alike" concept. .. I was young, okay? :P
But now I think I'm beginning to understand it a little bit better. I know I have my Dad's ever-ready smile, his wrinkly forehead, and now, his smile creases that caught my mother's eye on that first day of MK orientation so many, many years ago.
And knowing that I look like my Dad doesn't make me cry anymore. :)
Once I was hanging out with a couple friends in my dorm, when one of them spilled something. typical college student. aha. jokes. anyhow, my room was really close by, so i quickly ran to my paper towel supply, grabbed the nessary amount of that life-saver cleaning solution, got down on my knees and scrubbed away at the mess we had made. (Believe it or not, the purpose of me sharing this story is not to boast about my scrubbing skillz. they are pretty great tho.)
While i was finishing off the scrubbing with a flourish, one of my friends laughed at me and made a comment something along the lines of "Maurissa, why are you always the first one to clean up spills that you didn't even make"
I probably replied with some sarcastic comment like "Oh, you know me. i'm just so perfect and wonderful i wanna help people out." but in my head, i knew the reason i was on my knees cleaning up the mess was cause thats exactly what my Dad would have done.... And not just because he has a touch of OCD (hehe), but because of his servant heart. (another thing that caught mom's attention that crucial first year of college)
My Dad is a wonderful driver. He loves kids, and He is always the first to get down on His knees to clean up someone's spill... and somehow He does it without making them feel like they did anything wrong.
(If you ever want to compliment me, you can tell me that i'm just like that, cause i sure would like to be. or you could tell me that i'm like my mom. :) that works too.)
Today at church, the pastor (who has a voice just like Bill Cosby. is that awesome or what?) started talking about some american tv show i'd never heard of. i didnt get the name, but i'm pretty sure i wouldn't mind going the rest of my life without watching this one. haha. Anyhow. He explained that in the episode he watched, there was this young lady with a 6 month yr old, and they were trying to figure who the baby daddy was. they had one candidate - Frank. And Frank was positive the kid wasn't his. his biggest argument was that apparently the 6 month yr old didn't act like him. that actually kinda suprised me. tehe. but back to the story... the DNA test results came back, and Frank wasn't the daddy. he did a victory dance, and the show concluded.
Its a good thing the pastor quickly moved to the part of his sermon where He related the show to his message, because Shaina and i were beginning to wonder about this country God has called us to.
And heres what Brother Nate (the Bill Cosby guy) had to say:
"I wonder, when people look at you if they can tell .... Who's your Daddy?... When your Daddy is watching you, is He thinking to Himself "Baby, if your mine, why don't you look like your Daddy? Why aren't you acting like your Daddy?"
Several times in my life, i've been told that look just like my daddy, and furthermore, that we act a lot alike. So if thats what Brother Nate had been talking about, i could have left the building with my head held high, a huge smile on my face, and resolve to work on my driving skills.
But thats not at all what He meant. He wasn't talking about my Philip-Daddy. He was talking about my favorite Daddy.. my Jesus-Daddy.
And i have a lot more to work on than my driving abilities.
When I was in England, this overly friendly guy (i mentioned him before) said to me "You must not be from around here because you are so sweet and polite." i thought it was a really funny comment, but it got me thinking - you often can tell where people are from by watching they actions. accents help too. :P
So as i sat there in church, tears slipping down the side of my face as i reflected on how sweet and wonderful and powerful my God-Daddy is .. and how i don't want to disappoint Him, but to take after Him, i decided that the best compliment i could ever receive from an overly friendly stranger would be
"Hey, you must not be from around here. Cause I can tell where your home is - thats Heaven. And I know that cause I can tell who your Daddy is...
You look just like Him."
Friday, August 10, 2012
My little cousin David is five years old and full of wisdom.
"Hey, are you Rissa or Shaina?.. oh Rissa, do you know why your hands are special?"
"Nope. why are our hands special?"
"Because they help us grab stuff.... Do you know that you are special? And I'm special too! and everyone is special?"
"Why?"
"Because.... because God created us to show how powerful He is."
AMEN. : )
"Hey, are you Rissa or Shaina?.. oh Rissa, do you know why your hands are special?"
"Nope. why are our hands special?"
"Because they help us grab stuff.... Do you know that you are special? And I'm special too! and everyone is special?"
"Why?"
"Because.... because God created us to show how powerful He is."
AMEN. : )
Sunday, August 5, 2012
"Are we there yet?"
Shaina and i have done an awful lot of traveling the past few days. be impressed. since friday morning we (or more accurantly I) have driven from cedartown, georgia (where my mom's wonderful parents live) to rome (where we picked up Bindi with her new radio+ CD player yayy) to cedartown, to birmingham, alabama (where we got lost and took a spontaneous visit to samford's campus and looked at our parents pictures in old yearbooks), to hueytown (where we spent the night with my brother's great family. whoo!), to the galleria (where we met up with some really awesome friends), to hueytown again (where we said goodbye.boo.), to hattiesburg (where we got lost and drove around for 2 hours. but survived thanks to the direction advice from a mississippian friend), to Lana's house (where we spent the night talking about london), to Wiggins (where we met shaina's awesome future roommate and her super fun family) and then to covington (where we reside now).
yepp.
we have made a lot of memorable moments in my little car.
the adventures with Bindi have begun.
yeah, okay.
so our most eventful day of driving was defintely saturday. and let me tell you it wasn't the easy day of our lives. >< don't get me wrong - it started off quite nicely as we hung out with our sister-in-law (or sister-by-love as we often call her) and our two adorable nephews. and catching up with friends while walking around alabama's biggest mall, playing pingpong, DDR, and playing in the toy shop was pretty awesome. and its been wonderful havin some sister time in the car, catching up and praising the Lord with our new CD player. but i guess humans were only made to sit in cars for so long.
when we got lost in hattiesburg after a 3 hour journey with a near gas tank fiasco at the beginning, the tears were threating to come. more than threating, actually. of course, there was a lot of laughter mixed in with my frustration of being "trucked", our intense need to find a public place with a bathroom while our "trusty" gps Lori took us down back roads with shady houses (few and far between), Shaina's urge to film herself quoting her will as we continued to be followed into a dead end, my temporary fear that two old ladies had jumped into the back seat (i don't want to talk about it), and the internet exit we missed.
it was a long day.
the good news, however, is this. we found Lana. we watched the olympics at mugshots, and we made it to her house.
and today we didnt reallllyyy ever get lost.
yay.
and now for the deeperish stuff. taha
so i was thinking about our whole journey, all the crazy ups and downs, the laughter and even the tears we shared, when, once again i felt like there was a spiritual analogy i could take from the whole thing and it got me pretty excited.
you see, ever since going to college (and even some before i went) i've thought a lot about homesickness. its weird- being homesick. hits hard at the randomest times. but in a way its been a really, really good thing for me.
my grandmother taught me to tell people "i have 3 homes. one in thailand, one is hattiesburg, and one in heaven. let me tell you about that third one." :)
i am so excited about that third one.
mercyme has a song about being homesick, and i used to think it would be awfully painful to listen to while i tried to happily live my life away from my thailand home, but in actuality, its become quite a comfort to me during those homesick moments as it reminds me of my third home.
cause no matter how wonderful it feels to go back to my thailand home, the day i arrive at my heaven home is going to be tremedously more wonderful.
no matter how loved and accepted i feel at my thailand home, i'm going to feel tremedously more loved and accepted at my heaven home.
and no matter how much i love the great people God has put in my life at my thailand home or my hattiesburg home, i am learning to love my Father at my heaven home tremendously more.
as it should be.
sometimes i get so frustrated on this earth home. sometimes i marvel at how great the journey on the earth home is. but more and more often i'm finding myself asking the Lord "Can i be there yet?"
and yes, that is the reason for the quote at the top of the page. :P
i realize it sounds a litte "holier-than-thou" to talk at my longing for my heaven home that has grown greatly over the past couple of months and years, so please listen up as i explain - its not cause i think i'm ready for heaven. quite honestly, its often because i'm sick of my sin and my heart feels heavy because of the darkness of this world. Thank the Lord He is always there to carry that weight for me! :) but honestly, i do wanna go home (as that song says. not the mercyme one. another one. aha. i forget the title.)
obz, its not time for me to go yet, so you can pray i'll know what to do with these feelings.haha. and that to me living will be Christ (and nothing else) and death will be gain. cause won't that be beautiful?
so yeah. there's some rissa wisdom for ya! Keep ur chin up! cause He's got a plan and He's bringing us home :)
Shaina and i have done an awful lot of traveling the past few days. be impressed. since friday morning we (or more accurantly I) have driven from cedartown, georgia (where my mom's wonderful parents live) to rome (where we picked up Bindi with her new radio+ CD player yayy) to cedartown, to birmingham, alabama (where we got lost and took a spontaneous visit to samford's campus and looked at our parents pictures in old yearbooks), to hueytown (where we spent the night with my brother's great family. whoo!), to the galleria (where we met up with some really awesome friends), to hueytown again (where we said goodbye.boo.), to hattiesburg (where we got lost and drove around for 2 hours. but survived thanks to the direction advice from a mississippian friend), to Lana's house (where we spent the night talking about london), to Wiggins (where we met shaina's awesome future roommate and her super fun family) and then to covington (where we reside now).
yepp.
we have made a lot of memorable moments in my little car.
the adventures with Bindi have begun.
so our most eventful day of driving was defintely saturday. and let me tell you it wasn't the easy day of our lives. >< don't get me wrong - it started off quite nicely as we hung out with our sister-in-law (or sister-by-love as we often call her) and our two adorable nephews. and catching up with friends while walking around alabama's biggest mall, playing pingpong, DDR, and playing in the toy shop was pretty awesome. and its been wonderful havin some sister time in the car, catching up and praising the Lord with our new CD player. but i guess humans were only made to sit in cars for so long.
when we got lost in hattiesburg after a 3 hour journey with a near gas tank fiasco at the beginning, the tears were threating to come. more than threating, actually. of course, there was a lot of laughter mixed in with my frustration of being "trucked", our intense need to find a public place with a bathroom while our "trusty" gps Lori took us down back roads with shady houses (few and far between), Shaina's urge to film herself quoting her will as we continued to be followed into a dead end, my temporary fear that two old ladies had jumped into the back seat (i don't want to talk about it), and the internet exit we missed.
it was a long day.
the good news, however, is this. we found Lana. we watched the olympics at mugshots, and we made it to her house.
and today we didnt reallllyyy ever get lost.
yay.
and now for the deeperish stuff. taha
so i was thinking about our whole journey, all the crazy ups and downs, the laughter and even the tears we shared, when, once again i felt like there was a spiritual analogy i could take from the whole thing and it got me pretty excited.
you see, ever since going to college (and even some before i went) i've thought a lot about homesickness. its weird- being homesick. hits hard at the randomest times. but in a way its been a really, really good thing for me.
my grandmother taught me to tell people "i have 3 homes. one in thailand, one is hattiesburg, and one in heaven. let me tell you about that third one." :)
i am so excited about that third one.
mercyme has a song about being homesick, and i used to think it would be awfully painful to listen to while i tried to happily live my life away from my thailand home, but in actuality, its become quite a comfort to me during those homesick moments as it reminds me of my third home.
cause no matter how wonderful it feels to go back to my thailand home, the day i arrive at my heaven home is going to be tremedously more wonderful.
no matter how loved and accepted i feel at my thailand home, i'm going to feel tremedously more loved and accepted at my heaven home.
and no matter how much i love the great people God has put in my life at my thailand home or my hattiesburg home, i am learning to love my Father at my heaven home tremendously more.
as it should be.
sometimes i get so frustrated on this earth home. sometimes i marvel at how great the journey on the earth home is. but more and more often i'm finding myself asking the Lord "Can i be there yet?"
and yes, that is the reason for the quote at the top of the page. :P
i realize it sounds a litte "holier-than-thou" to talk at my longing for my heaven home that has grown greatly over the past couple of months and years, so please listen up as i explain - its not cause i think i'm ready for heaven. quite honestly, its often because i'm sick of my sin and my heart feels heavy because of the darkness of this world. Thank the Lord He is always there to carry that weight for me! :) but honestly, i do wanna go home (as that song says. not the mercyme one. another one. aha. i forget the title.)
obz, its not time for me to go yet, so you can pray i'll know what to do with these feelings.haha. and that to me living will be Christ (and nothing else) and death will be gain. cause won't that be beautiful?
so yeah. there's some rissa wisdom for ya! Keep ur chin up! cause He's got a plan and He's bringing us home :)
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
I heard this song for the first time ( i think) at church earlier this evening and it was so beautiful i just had to share the words with you guys. and we can memorize them and pray them together :)
(fat fact for the day: when my mom's mother was young she used to sing this song on the radio)
Just A Closer Walk With Thee
I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong,
I'll be satisfied as long,
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it Jesus is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it Jesus is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
<3
(fat fact for the day: when my mom's mother was young she used to sing this song on the radio)
Just A Closer Walk With Thee
I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong,
I'll be satisfied as long,
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it Jesus is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it Jesus is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
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