The story of David and his mighty men-- Written by a soldier
If you have been alive past 18, and often before, you have been bruised and smothered by events, people, and circumstances. One of the promises about Jesus is that he will not break a bruised reed, nor snuff out a smouldering wick. Hang in there. God loves us.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
His Eye is on the Sparrow
- Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.- Refrain:
I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
- Refrain:
- Early in the spring of 1905,Civila Martin and her husband were staying in Elmira, New York. She says, " We contracted a deep friendship for a couple by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Doolittle—true saints of God. Mrs. Doolittle had been bedridden for nigh twenty years. Her husband was an incurable cripple who had to propel himself to and from his business in a wheel chair. Despite their afflictions, they lived happy Christian lives, bringing inspiration and comfort to all who knew them. One day while we were visiting with the Doolittles, my husband commented on their bright hopefulness and asked them for the secret of it. Mrs. Doolittle's reply was simple: "His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me." The beauty of this simple expression of boundless faith gripped the hearts and fired the imagination of Dr. Martin and me. The hymn "His Eye Is on the Sparrow" was the outcome of that experience."
Watching a flock of sparrows this morning I was reminded of God's care.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Sunrise and Spring
Sunrise, the most beautiful time of the day. Geese flying, trees blooming profusely I thank God I’m a California boy.
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