Monday, April 26, 2010

His Love

Good morning, Dear Friends and Prayer Partners! And it is a good morning, after the storms last night! Thankfully, we were spared any damage and no tornados. I am waiting for my friend, Mike, to come an remove a dead limb that is hanging precariously over the driveway. I am calling the tree trimmers to come and thin out the oaks and remove deadwood, because when hurricane season gets here, I won't have to worry about the trees. Storms with a lot of wind always break off smaller dead wood from the trees, which I already picked up.

I hear squirrels running across the roof as I type, so they must hunker down in the branches during a storm, because they are all over the yard this morning. God takes care of even the littlest creatures.

I went to the park after church yesterday, but the wind was already blowing and my arthritic foot was bothering me, so i just enjoyed the green trees and shrubs and saw the anhinga on the maple stump and turtles sunning on the bank of the weir. God is good!

From Hymns for the Family of God:

(I have always enjoyed the music that Bill and Gloria Gaither have written. Here are the words to one of Gloria's songs. We sang this many years ago in the choir from a cantata.) If you know the melody sing it in your mind. :o)

His Love....Reaching

Right from the beginning God's love has reached, and from the beginning man has refused to understand. But love went on reaching, offering itself. Love offered the eternal ...we wanted the immediate. Love offered deep joy...we wanted thrills. Love offered freedom...we wanted license. Love offered communion with God Himself....we wanted to worship at the shrine of our own minds. Love offered peace....we wanted approval for our wars. Even yet, love went on reaching. And still today, after two thousand years, patiently, lovingly, Christ is reaching out to us today. Right through the chaos of our world, through the confusion of our minds. He is reaching....longing to share with us....the very being of God.

His love still is longing, Hes love still is reaching, right past the shackles of my mind. And the Word of the Father became Mary's little Son. And His love reached all the way to where I was.
-Gloria Gaither

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

Love and hugs,
Amaryllis (Had to interrupt this for half and hour because Mike came, and did a wonderful job of trimming much more than I had expected!)