Sunday, June 30, 2013

“But He gives more grace; therefore it says, “God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.” James 4:6

a: unmerited divine assistance given humans for their regeneration or sanctification
b a virtue coming from God
c: a state of sanctification enjoyed through divine grace
d: disposition to or an act or instance of kindness, courtesy, or clemency
e: a charming or attractive trait or characteristic
f: a pleasing appearance or effect 

I want…no let me correct that, I NEED more Grace!   Grace from God, a precious gift.  I know that it’s a gift because I can’t pull it off by myself.  I need His Grace for forgiveness of my sins, but I also need His Grace to be the example in this world that He wants me to be.  God has been so faithful to me.  Giving me Grace when I stood at the hospital bed of my husband and the Doctor pronounced him as deceased; I did not fall apart but was able to comfort those around me.  Grace when I returned to a store to apologize to a cashier that I had lost my patience with, Grace when I was in a car accident and everything inside of me wanted to scream, but He kept me calm.  So many times God has extended His Grace to me, too many to number.

So I pray for Grace.  I need it replenished every day, because one thing about Grace, you must also GIVE it out to others each and every day…
On another note, here are some of my Blue and White Good Will and Thrift Store Goodies:

Willow Wedgewood Tea Pot
Matching teacup and saucer

Salt and Pepper Shakers
Ceramic Balls
Cups, Saucers and Cake plates

Monday, June 3, 2013

“But you, Lord, are a shield around me, my glory, the One who lifts my head high.  I call out to the Lord, and he answers me from His holy mountain. I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.”   Psalms 3:3-5

It was about a month after my husband had died, everyone had gone home, back to their lives and homes. One of my concerns had been how I will ever live alone.  I had NEVER lived alone before. I lived as a child and young adult with a mother, father and siblings; at college with two roommates and then in marriage with my husband and son.

I remembered how hard it was when my husband had hospital stays during his illness and the nights I had to spend alone; I would literally cry myself to sleep as I asked the Lord to please be by my side. This was a whole new experience for me…I worried so much on how I would make it.

But on that morning about a month after the funeral when I awoke alone, I remember awaking with a smile. Not because my situation had changed, I was still alone without my husband and family, but I smiled because of God’s faithfulness.

In spite of all my worry and concern about being totally void of all human companionship in the house, after all the tears and pleas to  God …when I had finally fallen to sleep, God gave me the sweetest dream. I dreamed of seeing my husband, his body back to health, his face beaming with joy and contentment.  I can’t tell you if we spoke words, but it was a peaceful dream.  And when I awoke that next morning that same peace hovered over me and I knew that it would be alright. I smiled that whole day because of the peace He had given me, a “peace that passes understanding”.

It is God who lifts up our heads when we are burdened with the trials of life; He lifts us up when we are lonely and hurting.  When we call Him, He WILL answer!  So we CAN sleep peacefully knowing that He is in charge and will be by our side.