Really packs a punch, doesn't it?
The spark from that one little match spread so quickly, it nearly took my breath away. No water around. I remembered my mom throwing baking soda on a kitchen fire. I scooped up some dirt and tossed it on the flames. Again and again. It was no use. The small brush was too easily consumed.I needed help. I ran and knocked on a neighbor's door.
~This post by Kim @ Lifesong. My poor toes were black & blue after reading it, but it was a good thing. In fact, it motivated me enough to become a member of the 6:00 a.m. Club. God & I are having a blast.
~A Godly husband who genuinely cares for the women in his life: his wife, his daughter & his mother.
~Watching CJ grow in her faith. Those baby steps are just precious!
~CJ's boldness in asking a family member if she'd ever asked Jesus into her heart. (the answer was "yes", but I'm not sure it's genuine)
~CJ's been invited to go to the beach this weekend with a friend. She would live at the beach if we'd let her. I'm glad she gets to go and end the summer with a bang.
~The Book of James. I'm taking my time studying it. It's really packing punch! I hope to share this weekend.
You can find out who else is thankful by visiting Iris @ Sting My Heart.
Every day is a journal page
Every man holds a quill and ink
And there's plenty of room for writing in
All we do and believe and think
So will you compose a curse
Or will today bring the blessings
Fill the page with rhyming verse
Or some random sketchings
Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
Somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much
-Lyrics by Chris Rice
"Don't urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the LORD deal with me, be it ever so severely, if anything but death separates you and me." - Ruth 1:16-18