On and on and on it goes

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While dusting the coffee table in our living room I noticed a rather substantial nick in the wood top. Having survived a boisterous family of five, the table is not new, but the dent was. Since my husband is the person who spends the most time in that room I asked him if he knew how it had happened.

Phil had a ready theory that involved our three-year old grandson and the substantial amount of Hot Wheels cars that live at our house.  He recalled that the last time they used the table top as a race track things might have gotten a little bit wild.  Smart strategy. He knows that my love for Isaiah far outweighs any offense he might commit. I just could never be mad at him.

It’s the same way with God’s love for us. So many people waste their time thinking that God is mad at them. It simply isn’t true. The facts are that even when we were still in our sin, Jesus gave up his life for us. He didn’t wait until we made things right because he knew we couldn’t do it on our own. It was out of His great love for us that He sacrificed so we would not have to be separated from the Father.

God isn’t mad at us. He’s angry at the sin in our lives that separates us from Him. Psalm 103:13-14 says that “As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him; for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.

Just as I know that a three-year old has limitations to his understanding of the world, God knows my own human limitations and has compassion on me in my failures. My sin may separate me from His blessing, but His love for me never ceases . Verse 17 tells me “But from everlasting to everlasting the Lord’s love is with those who fear him.

I am the one who turns away. I am the one who exercises my own free will to step away from the light into the darkness. Even so, God’s love for me goes on and on and on.

From everlasting to everlasting.

Forever.

The apostle Paul describes it well when he writes in Romans 8:39 that “neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” What a wonderful thing it is to know that no matter how many nicks and dents I manage to accumulate on the race track of life God’s love for me never ends.

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AWARDS

What an honor to receive this award from Rev Jeff at Drawing From the Well!

Writing devotedteachersheart has been such a wonderful adventure for me.

I have always loved to tell stories, but knowing that others want to read

them still kind of blows my mind.

(God is so good to me.) What a pleasure it has been to find others

who share a passion for Jesus! Thank you so much for this honor.
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The Sunshine Award recognizes bloggers whose writings

“light up the dark corners of our minds”

The rules are simple and provided below:

(1) Thank the person who gave you the award in your blog post.

(2) Do the Q&A below.

(3) Pass on the award to 10 – 12 deserving and inspiring bloggers,

inform them and link to their blogs.
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The Questions:

Favorite color? Green, I mean pink, no wait… blue or maybe orange –

do I have to pick just one?

Favorite animal? Dog (don’t tell my former cats)

Favorite number? I don’t really have a favorite number,

but I do have a lot of favorite colors.

Favorite drink? Since giving up caffeine it’s boring ole’ water with lemon

Facebook or Twitter? Facebook since I really don’t understand

all the hashtag protocol.

My Passions? God, Family, Writing, Singing

Giving or Receiving Gifts? Definitely giving –

so much fun to be had in the planning, shopping, wrapping and surprising!
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My Nominations:

The River Walk 

Christine’s Collection

Raising Five Kids With Disabilities and Remaining Sane

Saint in Training

Deeply Rooted in Him

Kyrian777

ShoreFamilyFun

LoGo

Source of Inspiration

His Eye is on the Sparrow

Cross at a Walk

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Claiming thirty-one covered bridges to its credit, Parke County, Indiana proclaims itself the Covered Bridge Capital of the World. Each year the town residents of Parke County celebrate an elaborate ten-day bridge festival. People from miles around make the pilgrimage to the largest towns in the county, as well as all the other little villages in between. A whole day can be spent browsing through antiques and crafts or sampling Hoosier delicacies like breaded tenderloin or Amish apple butter.

Of course, the main draw is to discover the beautiful bridges themselves. Most of them date from the late 1800’s and are scattered throughout the countryside tucked away on hilly, winding roads. I cannot imagine a lovelier way to spend an October day than to meander through southwest Indiana’s forests and fields on the hunt for a bridge sighting. In mid-October God has such an opportunity to show off His creation. At this time of year the woods display the first brush strokes of autumn in splashes of scarlet and yellow while the golden fields of corn stand waiting to be harvested. It is truly breathtaking.

The first bridge we saw on this particular autumn day was down a gravel road. By the date painted across the front we could see it had been in existence since 1914. It also included words we saw repeated on almost every bridge we viewed – CROSS THIS BRIDGE AT A WALK.

What good advice that is not only for the aging bridges, but for my life as well! Sometimes it seems as if I barrel through my days at breakneck speed under the guise that the more I get done the better off  I will be. What a delusion that is! Rushing from task to task only blurs my vision and depletes my spirit. Exhaustion sets in and suddenly I am worn and weary.

When I forget to savor the beauty of the present moment, I miss out on the peace and joy that God offers me even in the ordinary. Because truly, the ordinary can only become the extraordinary when I take the time to cross each juncture in life at a walk. Sometimes I hear God whispering to me to slow down and walk and other times I have to read it in bold letters across an antiquated bridge top. Whichever way it is, I am thankful. Thank-you, Lord for the reminders to cross each bridge at a walk. Help me not to run up ahead of You, but continue to walk at a steady pace close behind.

My Baby Book

From the time my children were born I kept a journal about them. Each one has their own personal history bound in a beautiful book  penned by one who loves them. I had always told them that they would be welcome to read their baby book and recently my youngest daughter asked for hers.

When I handed over the history of her life according to Momma I thought how glad I was to be able to give her such gift. Inside those journals held every first of her early life –  first smile, first tooth, first step. Later it told of her challenges and triumphs as she grew from toddler to adolescent. But more than anything it chronicled my great love and affection for her and gave her the chance to see herself through the eyes of someone who loved her unconditionally.

I thought how different the world would be if children everywhere had the opportunity to see themselves through their parents eyes of love and devotion. But then it hit me. We do! Our Father God has penned a love story over every one of us that pours out His great love for us.

My story begins when Psalms 139:13-14 tells me that He knit me together in my mother’s womb and declares that I was fearfully and wonderfully made. What a miracle that was! It was no accident that I was created.

Zephaniah 3:17 reminds me that God takes great delight in me and sings over me in the heavens. Just as I took pleasure in holding my little ones on my lap to whisper sweet melodies in their ears, God is pleased to sing over me in His great love!

In every trial and struggle as I grew into adulthood God was with me. Deuteronomy 31:6 encouraged me to be strong and courageous because God would never leave me or forsake me. And as I floundered around in a fallen world God assured me in Romans 8:38 that nothing could separate me from His great love.

And it didn’t end there. For even after my story has been completely told from my first glimpse of the world to my final breath, Psalms 103 gives me yet another promise. The promise that the legacy of love that He has established with me will extend to my children and grandchildren. His abounding love remains and will go on and on and on.

Such an incredible love story takes my breath away. I am humbled that God would choose to record and reveal such an amazing love for me. No other personal history could be as accurate, not even one authored by a loving parent. For His perspective is unique and documents more than just a conglomeration of triumphs and failures. I am seen as I truly am – a forgiven, healed and cherished child of God. Thank-you LORD!