Monday, January 28, 2008

Faith is a verb

Good morning, Dear Friends and Prayer Partners! This is the cool, clear day that the Lord has made and we will rejoice and be glad in it!

When I stepped outside this morning, I enjoyed looking at the half moon shining brightly in the pre-dawn sky, almost eclipsing the stars, We are having January cool weather, but the azaleas, petunias and impatiens are blooming (in other peoples gardens) and the city looks beautiful.

We visited three parks over the weekend and saw a big, fat, armored armadillo, walking beside the road in one park and a hawk landing on a light pole. On the way in to Sawgrass, three peacocks were pecking around in the grass, with the male dragging his gorgeous plumage around. I think God made them beautiful and then gave them raucous calls to keep them from being conceited. :o) God is good!

From the book Quiet Moments for Teachers:

Faith is a Verb

" We live by faith, not by sight."2 Corinthians 5:7

In "You Can't Afford the Luxury of a Negative Thought" , John Roger and Peter McWilliams offered a new description of faith. They chose the word "faithing" to describe their proactive approach to confidence in life"s outcomes.

In their thinking, faithing works in the present, acknowledging that there is a purpose to everything and that life is unfolding exactly as it should. It is actively trusting that God can handle our troubles and needs better thank we can. All we must do is let them go so that He can do His work.

The Two Boxes

I have in my hand two boxes
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black,
And all your joys in the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I store,
But though the gold became heavier each day
the black was as light as before.
With curiosity, I opened the black
I wanted to find out why
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud,
"I wonder where all my sorrows could be."
He smiled a gentle smile at me,
"My child, they're all here, with Me."
I asked, "
"God, why give me the boxes,
Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is to count your blessings,
the black is for you to let go."

Faith can put a candle in the darkest night.
Margaret Sangster

I always give thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers, with thanksgiving, joy and love!

Love and hugs,