Scripture of the Day

It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.

They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
The Lord is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.
Lamentations 3:22-25

I have been feeling a great spiritual battle in my mind and getting discouraged but I will share my testimony about it another time. This scripture is what I felt I should read this morning. At church yesterday, we were reminded of the days we are living in and the adversary is trying to deceive the very elect. The verse before the ones quoted above says,"This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope."

Great Aunt Amy

My parents have made the decision to move Amy into an Assisted Living Group Home. Crystal tells me that they have been taking her during the day this week to help her transition. She was shocked at Amy's response. She took extra time getting ready. The home she will be in has a few other ladies. She ate more than she ever would at my Mom and Dad's. They were having a difficult time getting her to eat anything. In fact, Crystal was getting ready to take her home one day and she didn't want to leave. She was planning on staying. I think this will be a good move for everyone. A move, I know, my Mom needs and Crystal as well. It will be for everyone's good.


I came across one of her Sunday School lessons and found this poem-unknown who the author is.

Neighbor

Neighbor, it is to you I look,

As I glance up from my book;

That Book of books, where lies the plan

To save the soul of human man.

Neighbor, if you cause me to love

You, as upon the earth you move.

You will help me reach the goal

Which holds safety for the soul.

Or if by bearing trials sore,

You chance to make me love you more,

Again you brighten my prospects

Of doing as the Lord directs.

Yet if you hate me at your will,

And I can aught but love thee still,

'Tis best, the record will say of me,

That I have loved an enemy.

Be what you may, do what you will,

'Tis still by you I climb the hill,

Where Christ may say the words himself:

"You've loved thy neighbor as thyself."

Monday, 13 years ago...

Bob and I just celebrated 13 years of marriage. That thirteenth year was a crazy one. The first time Bob was in the hospital, moving the family for the first time, buying a house, remodeling a house and fixing it all up. Just a big year. We were joking that now that we are entering into year 14 things will be different. Maybe just a little hopeful knowing that the Electritian, Plumber, Sheetrockers and who knows who else will all come asking us for money. Not sure how that could be better but there shouldn't be anymore crazy house suprises, right? Just that awful 13 number.

Whatever God throws our way, I am blessed to be able to share it with Bob.

This tree, above and below, holds almost all the fall colors. It is amazing.

Just more lovely colors. God's creation is beyond comprehension.