Strength of a horse, nor by the
Puny strength of a man.
But you take delight in those who
Honor You and who hope in
You.
I honor You this morning, Father.
I put all my hope in You.
And as I do, may I sense Your
Delight.
Psalm 147:10,11
Father, You aren't impressed by the
Strength of a horse, nor by the Puny strength of a man. But you take delight in those who Honor You and who hope in You. I honor You this morning, Father. I put all my hope in You. And as I do, may I sense Your Delight. Psalm 147:10,11
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I always know when my kids celebrate their
Anniversary, that mine will follow in Three days. I rejoice with my daughter and her Husband and pray that God will bless Them with many more years of Marriage. I wish that Jack were her to celebrate With me. The day is hollow without him. But for the 14 years God gave us, I am Most grateful. And in his memory I will sing the song that Became uniquely ours, The one that we always sang on the way to Church, The one that we taught each of our grandkids, "This is the day that the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it." * I can choose to rejoice on this day even though I don't really feel like it. I can choose to sing "our song" even though I Must sing it by myself. *Psalm 118:24 What pleases God more than a
Sacrifice on an altar? Praising His name with singing. Honoring Him with thanksgiving. I'm glad. I want to please God and those are Things I can do. Psalm 69: 30,31 While I was eating my supper I felt a
Hard object mixed in with my rice and Veggies. It was the crown that had topped my Back molar. My first response was to groan, "I don't have time for this." But my second thought was, "Dorothy, You're always preaching praise. Practice it." I pondered for a few moments and then I Looked upward and said, "Thank you, Thank you Lord, that I didn't swallow it." I've always been inspired by the
Service before Thanksgiving, my Favorite of the year. But this morning was over the top. I choked up remembering five years ago, The first time I attended without Jack. And I could barely bear to see the Empty seats beside me where Mark and Becky always sat. Mark's spot will never again be filled. I absorbed the message on thankfulness, how It characterizes all of the Christian life. My voice cracked when we sang, "Out of the Silence the Roaring Lion declared the grave has No claim on me." * And finally, when we ended with the Doxology I put My arm around my first grandchild, Paul Min, and Whispered in his ear. "The first time I saw you in The airport, we welcomed you home with that Song." It had been 22 years ago, and now as I heard him Sing along, my heart smiled and warmed me. The words were never more true: "Praise God from whom all blessings flow." Praise God in the glorious times when you greet Your grandson in the airport. Praise God in the grave times when you grieve for Your husband and stepson. In the "anythings and everythings" of life, ** Praise God. *Living Hope by Phil Wickham **Pastor Jonathan Wiley I've noticed when I get up that I often
Don't feel one bit spiritual. I'm too distracted by my duties and Agenda for the day. But if I take time to pray and say, "Alexa, play Steve Green music," my Thoughts turn upward, and soon I begin To praise God and sing along with Familiar songs. And when I do, I bubble up inside and I Feel God's Spirit energizing mine. I feel spiritual. It was like an old fashioned singspiration, but
More high tech with words on the screen and Guitars and a keyboard replacing an Upright piano. The tempo was more upbeat too. In my church growing up it would have been Unthinkable to stand and clap and raise Your hands. But I was so into the praise and worship Tonight that I wondered which would give out First, my voice or my legs. Fortunately, neither failed me and after the Last song I wasn't ready for the celebration to End. If our corporate worship tonight was a tiny taste of Heaven I know why I will need a new body. This one could never contain the joy. I love it when I wake up to a song rather
Than a troubled spirit. This morning it wasn't an old hymn but a Newer one I learned in church. And it was just one catchy refrain that spun Around in my brain: "My sins they are many, His mercy is more." * I don't want to sin. But I will. And I can't even confess all my Wrongdoings because I'm not Aware of many of them. But I don't need to stress. I can just rest. For God in His mercy covers them all. *"His Mercy Is More" by Matt Papa (I discovered I can sing my last three lines to the same tune.) I'm attempting to reset the
Default button in my brain from Worry to worship and from Pouting to praise. I believe David must have been a
Morning person. He listened for God's words in the morning. He prayed in the morning. He sang of God's strength in the morning. When my dog was still alive I was an Early morning person too. I was up at dawn walking him. Seeing the sunrise was exhilarating. (Walking in a downpour, not so much.) But now that Buddy's gone I can't drag Myself outside that early, not even for a Pink sky. But I'm glad I can listen to God, Pray to Him and Sing to Him even while I'm still in Bed. Psalm 143:8 Psalm 5:3 Psalm 59:16 |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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