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“God is not an elusive dream or a phantom to chase, but a divine person to know. He does not avoid us, but seeks us. When we seek Him, the contact is instantaneous.”

The God of the universe– the One who created everything and holds it all in His hand– created each of us in His image, to bear His likeness, His imprint. it is only when Christ dwells within our hearts, radiating the pure light of His love through our humanity that we discover who we are and what we were intended to be.

“In the very beginning it was God who formed us by His Word. He made us in His own image. God was spirit and He gave us a spirit so that He could come into us and mingle His own life with our life. ” ~Madame Jeanne Guyon

“Made in His image, we can have real meaning, and we can have real knowledge through what He has communicated to us.” ~Francis Schaeffer

“For in Him all the fullness of Deity dwells in bodily form, and in Him you have been made complete.” Colossians 2:9 (NASB)

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Here’s “Space Age Santa”

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Isn’t he COOL?!?
And what a sweet note to Lydia!
How fun is that?!?
Of course, you’ve seen “When I’m an Astronaut” 
The print (with the poem) he sent is too big to scan.  On it, Pignatelli wrote,
For Noah,
From the original boy
astronaut to the new
boy astronaut.  Keep
reaching for the stars.
All my best.
Smitty Pignatelli
2008
I know!  Isn’t it sweet?
He also sent two bumper stickers:

I thought about putting them on our cars, it would be such fun… but then I thought they’d be even MORE fun in the munchkins’ baby books!
Hush!  It doesn’t matter that I don’t even have Noah’s first birthday in his… or that I only have Lydia’s name in hers!  We’re too busy MAKING memories to RECORD them, right now!  Sometime, though…  I’ve a stack… we’ll get it done!
Oh… here is Smitty Pignatelli:

He looks like a nice guy!
Okay…
So!
I’ve got to run!
I’ve been feeling much better today.
I need to run to my parents’ though.
The family is heading home today, cutting their ski trip short because Momma broke her leg!  They’re trying to get her into surgery Sunday.  It’s pretty bad, apparently.  I’m going to bring a wheelchair out there, before their flight comes in.
Pray for mom!  Pray that she’ll be patient and sweet and not too grumpy or irritable about this situation!
Gotta run!
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Woohoo!!!
GEAUX TIGERS!!!

Happily, we proved Monday night that a two-loss SEC team is better than a one-loss (or even an undefeated) team from any other conference. 
It’s ins’t arrogance… it’s statistical fact.
Besides… LSU is MILES ahead of everyone else, anyway!  Les Miles is a gutsy coach!  He’s fun and exciting and he owns the hearts of Tigers everywhere.
We’re going to bawl when he DOES leave (we’re hoping, though, that he never will!) 

STAY, Les!!!  PLEASE!?!  I’m not too proud to beg!  We love you! 

Money might try to persuade you to move… but money can’t make you happy…  and you can’t take it with you!

Aren’t you having FUN here?

Aren’t you ADORED here?

So STAY!  Stay forever!

Our food is better, anyway!

And we SMILE and HUG and KISS in the South.

We’re ALL one big HAPPY family!

Most of those yanks can be so rude!

You KNOW you love us!

Learn from the mistakes of others! ♥

Okay… so… LSU won the BCS Championship… Huzzah!

What else has been going on?

Charles made it home safely Sunday night.  I was SO happy!  I HATE when he’s away.  I don’t sleep AT ALL!!!  I watch the most boring things on television, I read BORING articles/books… NOTHING will get me to sleep.  Everyone suggests I take a pill… but you know how weird I am about that… it just seems AWFUL!  AND I couldn’t possibly, being the only adult here!  What if I took something and my babies needed me in the night, but I was so sound asleep that I didn’t respond!?!  My prohibitive conscience would NEVER let me rest again!  So… I had an entire weekend of no sleep.  I got to study, though, and that was fun!  We discussed “WHERE GOD IS” in Sunday school and it was GREAT!  I forgot the treats, though and James M. LOVES treats!  It was fun, though, because Hayden said, “Awww…  no treats?  But this was one of the best times ever!”  Pretty fun!  So when you see some of our Sunday school kiddos, ask them “WHERE IS GOD?” and if they give you the patent, “He’s EVERYWHERE!” then be sure to report back to me!  I told them NEVER to answer that way again!  God is specific… so WE’LL be specific, too!

 

What else?!?  Oh!  While Charles was gone, I had great fun texting him!  Gotta love some of this technology!  I can only imagine the smiles on his face when he received my texts!  What fun!  Wives… LOVE your husbands and LET THEM KNOW IT!  Send him notes or texts about the the way he makes you feel!  Send him notes or texts about… *blushing* well… ALL SORTS OF STUFF!  You are MARRIED!  ENJOY IT!  It’s GREAT fun!  Just be prepared to make good on your texts! 

 

God has given our sweet friends, Michael and Christy a baby!!!
After years of prayer, in His perfect timing, God has given them a son!
I LOVE adoption!
What a picture of God’s redeeming love!

They go get him in Dallas, Monday!
Isn’t he a doll?!?
Carsten!  Don’t you want to just EAT him!?!?
There I go… babies turning me into a cannibal!
Thank God for providing a family for this little man…
And thank Him for blessing Michael and Christy with a child!

 

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Our new LOVE!
Fisher Price had a BRILLIANT marketing scheme… send a 27 minute episode to families across America just in time to get them hooked before Christmas.
Charles and I watched the dvd, but decided not to show Noah, as bits were pretty intense (and some of the characters were just mean and ugly) and his studious, analytical mind doesn’t do intense.
We LOVED the toys, though, and Lydia gave him Ace and Tiny for his birthday.  They’re very well-made for rambunctious boys… though of course they’re made in China.  DANG IT!

Aunt Carolyn and Uncle Paul gave him Gustus (Jupiter) and his dog, Zip (Mercury), Digger (Mars), Rings (Saturn) and then went out to the car and brought in Professor Darkness (Black Hole) because she COULDN’T save it a moment longer!  Sweet Aunt Carolyn!

Noah LOVES the Planet Heroes!  He and Lydia (okay… I confess, Charles and I, too) play with them for HOURS… making up adventures and vanquishing evil foes, trying to destroy our solar system!

Aunt Carolyn and Uncle Paul gave Dazzle (Venus), Yuri (Uranus), Tune (Neptune), and Shiver (Pluto) to Noah for Christmas.  We gave Noah the Turbo Shuttle with Ace in the orange space suit.

He has them all!  So we thought!
Happily, though (I can’t believe I’m not groaning), Fisher Price has realized their brilliance and has made MORE!
Now there is an Ace in a GREEN suit with a Rocket Go-Kart, Shooting Star, Lunar, Sun Commander, Digger has a rubble rover, and I’m sure they’ll make Red Giant (as he’s in the new comic).

It’s really fun, though!
Noah is drawing his own comic books, now.  That’s fun!
Lydia wants there to be more girl planet heroes.  She thinks they should have long curly hair and wear pink and purple.  She likes Dazzle, but wishes she were more “girlie”.

I left a comment on someone’s blog about it yesterday:

WE WANT MORE!!!We LOVE the Planet Heroes, though my daughter wishes there were more GIRLS and that some of them would have long curly hair and wear pink and purple!Perhaps Ace’s little sister can get involved and fly through space in a Mega-Tutu that Yuri can design for her!

Perhaps you can talk to the powers that be!

Just when I thought we had every planet hero and bad guy under the sun… we discover there are more.

Instead of groaning, my husband and I are in hog heaven!

It is not an unusual sight to see us on the floor with our two, vanquishing one another as we save the solar system.

At the park, we are various planet heroes, soaring through space, even venturing into other galaxies as we chase Red Giant and Professor Darkness…

WE LOVE THEM and want MORE MORE MORE!!! PUHLEEZ?!?
By the way… we want Planet Heroes T-Shirts!Who do we talk to about that?Fisher Price needs to get on this! We mommas want it!

With the space shuttle retiring and the new Constellation program coming up, NASA and Fisher Price should put their heads together… the UNIVERSE is the limit!
We need more kiddos excited about space and pumped about science! Come on Fisher Price (you know you’re reading this)… force parents to explain black holes, comets, asteroids, stars…! It’s GREAT fun (AND makes you more money! GO CAPITALISM!)

Scintillate, scintillate, asteroid minific;
Feign do I fathom your nature’s specific
Exaltedly set on the aether capacious
A reasonable facsimile of a gem carbonaceous.

Scintillate, scintillate, asteroid minific;
Feign do I fathom your nature’s specific

So… we’ll see!

Charles’ mom (Ginny) had to bring her truck in for a new alternator, so she used Charles’ truck and Charles took my car yesterday.  Instead of taking him to school, so I’d have the car, I thought I’d trap myself at home, so I would be FORCED to fold and put away laundry and tidy!  The house was a WRECK after the LSU game!

Yay, though!  A friend called and whisked us away to the park, where we ALL played Planet Heroes!  Her little man loves them and so does she.  I got to be Professor Darkness!  What a blast!  My throat is still a bit sore, though.  You KNOW I’ve got to get into character and that raspy, wicked voice can do some damage!  When it began to rain… we raced through a meteor shower to the safety of the van… um… I mean Turbo Shuttle! 

I know!  I’ve got the life!  It’s days like this that I remember it really is worth the sacrifice!  A family of four on a Louisiana teachers income shocks many… but wow!  Don’t raise your eyebrows or shake your head in pity!  I get to play Planet Heroes!!!  I get to read books to my kids all day and build satellites and space stations and princess castles and robots!  Of course… there is all of the “un-fun” stuff, too… but let’s not talk about that!  It’s a drag to pick up after everyone every day.  It’s a drag to finish the laundry and the dishes… to have MORE by bedtime.  It’s never-ending and can feel very defeating… and even vacation isn’t a vacation… but honestly, it’s only EVER a drag when I am being SELFISH!  Ugh!  And I HATE being selfish, though I am probably characterized by that very trait!  blah blah blah.

Hmmmm… Oh!

Another fun thing happened yesterday.  I got out of the shower and the phone rang.  I nearly answered in a sultry tone, “Hello, you sexy beast!”  because it was at the precise time that Charles usually calls.  I didn’t, though.  (THANK YOU, Father!)  There are so many times I’ve answered that way or NEARLY answered that way and it was NOT my beloved!!!  I just need to say, “Hello.” or get caller id.  Save some blushing.

ANYWAY… it was Smitty Pignatelli

 (who is related to astronaut Stephanie Wilson– how cool is THAT?!?)!

He called to let me know he put the print in the mail!  Wow!  That was fast and KIND!  He said that he wrote some words to the kiddos, too.  Those of you reading this who know me well, know that I LOVE notes!  Notes are my very favorite things in the whole world!  One word notes… 50 page notes… I LOVE NOTES!!!  So!  I am very excited!  What treasures for the munchkins!  I think I shall probably like the notes better than the prints!  Too bad we’re not closer to Nola.  It would be fun to feed him and his crew and let Noah meet him.  Someday, perhaps.  Noah had just gotten up from a nap and was having a blast, drawing a comic book… aliens and space heroes, of course… and I asked Mr. Pignatelli if he’d like to talk to Noah (most of you know how Noah LOVES to talk on the phone and will talk forever, if given the chance).  Not so yesterday!  Ugh!  He was bouncing on my bed (yes… I still let them jump on my bed… it’s just FUN!) waiting to show me his newest illustration and got on the phone and said, “Hi, thanks.” or something like that and then became an absolute giggle box!  What is a mother to do?  Another time, perhaps.  Noah said that, “Mr. Pignatelli must be cool.  I think I’ll send him a Planet Heroes poster and I’ll write a comic book for him.  I wonder if he plays with the Planet Heroes, too.”  What a hoot.

I’ll let you know when we get our fun goodies!  It’s SO exciting.  We thought we’d put them in the munchkins’ room… but I think we’ll put them in the living room above the chair Noah “launches” from!  Fun! Fun! Fun!

Oh!  Another funny thing… Noah saw Paige and her dad get into a sassy white Mercedes after church Sunday and suddenly, the top began to fly up and then hide away in the back of the car!  Noah FREAKED OUT and though it was the coolest thing EVER!  He’s seen convertibles “already convertibled,” as he says, but has never seen the PROCESS… he LOVED IT:

“Mom… how did she do that magic on her car?”
“It’s called a convertible.”
“Cooool!”
“Isn’t it?!”
“I want our car to be a convertible.  Who is she in that white?”
“That’s Paige.”
(blissfully) “I love Paige.”

“*giggle*”

“She must be a cool girl because Mr. Horn is with her.”

(chuckling) “Yep!  She’s Mr. Horn’s daughter.”

“No way!  I didn’t know he has a woman daughter.  I want to know Paige.  I know I love her.”

(laughing) “She knows you, Noah.  She’s known you since you were a baby, but she went off to school, that’s why you don’t remember her.”
“I wonder if her house is a convertible!  That would be so cool!  The space shuttle is like a convertible because the cargo bay doors open.”
“Yep.”
“Where was Mrs. Horn?”

“She went in another car.”

“I’m going to have to invent a bigger convertible so the whole family can ride together next time.  That one only had two places for people to ride.  Can you turn on ‘Hark the Herald’, it’s my favorite.”

And THEN… last night… Paige came over and let Noah sit in Mr. Horn’s car and put the top down… He LOVED it!!!  He LOVED watching it go back up, too!
He is absolutely smitten with Paige now and declares that he is going to marry her!  He’s going to invent a convertible house for them to live in and he’s going to make one for Miss Naomi, too! 

Charles said, well… if Paige waits for him… Noah can be HER mid-life crisis.  How funny! 

What a fun life we have!  Laundry, dirty dishes, unfinished projects and all!

I’m a happy, thankful girl! 

Oh! Michelle just brought me Starbucks!  What a love!  I have the best, sweetest friends in the world!

Back to play with my babies!  Can you guess what we will play?

OF COURSE!  We’re the PLANET HEROES… here to save the day and keep our solar system safe!

xoxox

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This will be very rambling… just that kind of day!

Okay… so a while back I wrote, asking for aid…

SOMEONE TELL ME THE NAME OF THIS ILLUSTRATION:

While it was opposite a poem titled “When I’m an Astronaut” I didn’t even consider that might be the title!

Hush! You know that I’m usually MUCH brighter than that!
In googling like crazy… I came to that conclusion, though.
So did my sweet pals, Wendy and Joy (Thanks, girlies! You are STARS!)

Even after emailing the Rockwell Museum… with no response… I couldn’t find a way to get the print!!!

The only info I found through google was that Representative Dan Bosley (Mass. D) presented a print of this very illustration to the Joint Committee on Tourism, Arts and Cultural Development and that the BOY in the illustration is Representative William “Smitty” Pignatelli (D) who sits on the committee.

That’s it.

I WISHED I could find where on earth he got that blasted thing! I really wanted one! Can any of you blame me! You know our little Noah… HE is the one in that illustration… SURELY! :o)

Well… continual searching without success had me abandon my search. I couldn’t bother government officials about something so small and silly! Besides… they’re democrats! :o) Oh! Quit getting huffy… you know I love you!

At any rate! I quit searching. I let it be… decided I’d be happy with my little copy in the book. And think how fun it is it looks like Balboa. Done.

Not.

Cleaning my desk, I found all of my notes about the illustration… Bosley’s info… Pignatelli’s info…

What the heck… the worst that could happen is I’d get no response, right?

I sent the following email to Bosley (he was the one who presented the print, after all):

 

Dear Sir,
I am a Louisiana Libertarian and so will likely never have cause to vote for or support you, but I DO have a request! :o)
I discovered an illustration by Norman Rockwell that I would REALLY like a print of! No one seems to be able to help me, though!
In researching the matter, I’ve found that YOU were SOMEHOW able to obtain “When I’m an Astronaut” and that Rep. Pignatelli was actually the little boy in the illustration! What fun!
If you would find time to send me the info, so that I might obtain a print, I would be extremely grateful! We have the 1974 Childcraft book that the illustration is in and when we saw it, we knew we MUST have it… as it is EXACTLY what our son does, for EVERY shuttle launch! It even LOOKS like our little Noah (future Orion commander, perhaps?!?).
Sir, I’m certain you are very busy, but your aid in this simple little pleasure would be greatly appreciated!
Thank you for your time,
Tina M****
Tina M. M****
***-***-****
http://www.PortCityPrincess.wordpress.com
“I’ve read Alexis de Tocqueville, and I’ve read about democracy,
and I’ve lived in countries that had no democracy,
that had no founding fathers, that could not resolve,
so I don’t find myself in the same luxury as you.
You grew up in freedom, and you can spit on freedom,
because you don’t know what it is not to have freedom.
I haven’t. I know that there are many things wrong with America,
and I know there are many things wrong with Americans,
but I still believe it’s the best nation in the world.”
~Ayaan Hirsi Ali

I really expected NOTHING… not even a response…

YAY, though! Imagine my delight when ALMOST RIGHT AWAY this popped up in my inbox:

Tina,
Thanks for the email. I will pass this on to Smitty Pignatelli, as he is the one who actually had the print. I know that he got it out of a book, but am not sure which. He also has a copy of the painting done by Rockwell that his grandfather posed for. What memories for the Pignatelli family!Smitty has actually been in Louisiana several times over the past year. He is an electrician by trade and has been down to help the rebuilding efforts in New Orleans several times. On one trip he brought a lot of his friends and they did a lot of work. He is very committed to helping and is a great guy.And if you are near Baton Rouge, you can say hi to Mayor Kip Holden for me. He and I are old friends and went to South Africa together a few years ago.Let me follow up with Smitty and see if we can get a copy to you.Thanks again,
Dan Bosley

Okay! So now I’m thinking… HOW STINKIN’ COOL IS THIS?!?

I didn’t expect it at all!

WHAT FUN!

And HOW ROCKIN’ is it that Pignatelli has been helping out in N.O. ??? He’s not one of OUR Reps! AWESOME!

And his GRANDFATHER posed for Rockwell, too! TOO COOL!

I have loved Rockwell since I was a little girl! I poured over Mom’s big coffee table book of Rockwell…

ANYHOO… I HAD to send a response, because I’m me and that’s just what I do… I gush.

I know… it’s just the way God made me… I’m a gusher and some people like it! :o)

I emailed back:

 

Wow!
Thank you, sir, for your immediate response! I am blown away and VERY impressed!
Thank you, too, for your help in finding a print for me!
I really am in awe of your kindness!
While we are often in Baton Rouge, I doubt I’ll ever have the pleasure of meeting Mayor Holden, but if it should happen, I will certainly gush about your kindness!
Thanks again, sir!
Tina
Tina M. M****
***-***-****
http://www.PortCityPrincess.wordpress.com
“I’ve read Alexis de Tocqueville, and I’ve read about democracy,
and I’ve lived in countries that had no democracy,
that had no founding fathers, that could not resolve,
so I don’t find myself in the same luxury as you.
You grew up in freedom, and you can spit on freedom,
because you don’t know what it is not to have freedom.
I haven’t. I know that there are many things wrong with America,
and I know there are many things wrong with Americans,
but I still believe it’s the best nation in the world.”
~Ayaan Hirsi Ali

That was that, done deal… I figured he’d pass it on and it would get lost in the shuffle… and nothing would ever come of it. I’m nobody… this isn’t important… it’s an illustration… no big deal. It was a fun exchange. Woohoo… that’s it.

WELL… That’s NOT THE END!!!

Bear with me, people… I told you it would be rambling!

My sweet little sister Jessie came over for lunch today (broccoli soup– YUMMY!)

Just as we were sitting down to eat, my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the area code but instead of just letting it ring, I decided I’d pick up and let them know it was the wrong number…

…but it WASN’T!

It was “Smitty” Pignatelli!!!

NO WAY!

YES WAY! It was!

I know! I was incredulous! And an idiot! I don’t think I guffawed… but I was certainly shocked and amazed! What on earth?!?

WELL!

He was VERY kind and very fun!

We laughed about my libertarianism and I told him I still was NOT voting for Hillary or Obama and he asked who I WAS voting for… I confessed my disgust… that I had NO IDEA and that I might very well throw my hat into the ring and run. (I didn’t get into the fact that all of our choices are socialists. I did admit, though, that I am in love with Joe Lieberman.)

Shhhh! I don’t want to hear it! Let me be in love with him… it’s not killing you!

He asked about Noah and was REALLY kind and generous with his time and info.

ANYWAY:
He told me more about the illustration.

Rockwell had a contract with Childcraft and was paid $1500 for “When I’m an Astronaut” It was 1969 and Pignatelli was 9 years old when Rockwell saw a photo of his winning baseball team in the paper and decided that “Smitty” was the boy he needed to model!

“Smitty’s” grandfather, at 87, posed for Rockwell’s 1967 December Family Circle Magazine cover, “Space Age Santa”!!!

Too FUN!

At any rate… “Smitty” is going to be in New Orleans next week… he’s taking a crew to work! How cool is THAT!?!

I told him that if he is EVER in THIS area… he is more than welcome at our place for gumbo. Oh yeah… you KNOW mine is good! If you’re nice I’ll give you some, too!

Wouldn’t that be fun?

All of that to say, he’s going to send us a copy of BOTH the “When I’m an Astronaut” print and “Space Age Santa”.

Too neat! He told me to email our info to him… and I should have just emailed the info… but I couldn’t… because I can’t ever keep things simple… so:

 

Sir!
I am still stunned that you took the time to not only call, but to carry on a very FUN conversation with me!
Are you planning to run for president sometime… hmmmm…
No! I think you are just kind.
You must be just about the MOST FUN representative on the planet!
Both you and Rep. Bosley have been unbelievably kind and generous to our happy little family!
THANK YOU! A million times thank you! I could attempt verbosity… but I’d hate to overdo it, so just plain old THANKS!
Sooooo Sincerly,
Tina
The info you requested:
*****************
My son, Noah, is 5.
I’ve also a sweet little girl, Lydia (3).
Wow!
Thank you!
~tmm

I KNOW! I spelled “sincerely” wrong! Me! How embarrassing! Be embarrassed for me! Hug me! Okay… I’m over it!

Oh well… I am human! English majors are the WORST spellers, you knwo! :o)

BUT…

What a story!

Noah has no clue right now about how fun it is… but when he’s a bit older… it’ll be pretty darn cool!

I hope Rep. Pignatelli will sign it or something. That would be fun. If not… it’s still rockin’!!!

So… HAD to gush… I’m a gusher… That’s the way it goes.

Juice and I had a great convo, afterward… so fun that she was here for the whole thing… about how God just likes to do fun stuff for His people. TOO NEAT! We GUSHED about our King!

We were wooed by our Lover in so many arenas this afternoon.

What do people do, who don’t know Christ? Where do they get their joy?

Where is their delight? My joy and delight are not in this illustration… or in Pignatelli and Bosley… I am able to ENJOY them… because the SOURCE of my joy is Christ.

Think of my hero… Ayaan… think of all she’s been saved from… delivered from… but I wonder… where is her JOY? What is the OBJECT of it?

another subject… a fun one… I’ll go revel in the Object of my joy while I ponder it and finish studying for my S.S. lesson! WHERE is God?!? I know! Do you?

Oh! Before I close:
You must come see my fabulous print once it gets here and I have it on the wall.

Several rules, though:
You must gush about how much it looks like Noah.

You must NOT tell me about Bosley’s or Pignatelli’s voting records! Shhh! I know this is very unlike me! I’ve been restraining my hand… You MUST know my temptation to look… to be informed… can you imagine the agony… I don’t want to read anything unkind about these two sweet men!

Think of all the ill that could be plastered about you or about me on the WWW!!!

Oh! Come on! Imagine if the secrets of your heart were written for all the world to see! I know mine would be MUCH more atrocious than some lousy voting records and errors in political judgment!

You know, though… like Spurgeon said… a few blacker touches and it would be nearer the truth.

These men are doing something nice for someone they don’t know… someone who can’t vote for or help them in any way… just to be NICE! Wow!

YAY!

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Listen

and read along:

Hosea & Gomer
by John Piper

The old man and his wife sat by
The winter fire and looked out high
Above the plains of Ephraim,
And saw around the last regime
Of Israel the shadows snake
Their way from east to west and take
Possession of Samaria.
“How long until Assyria,’
They thought, “would break Hoshea’s rod,
And violate the wife of God?”

But strange as it may seem, the doom
They saw across the land left room
For hope. And when they looked into
Each other’s eyes, as they would do
At night, they knew, as none could know
But they, that God would bend his bow
Against the charms of foreign men,
And take his faithless wife again.
They knew it could and would be done,
As surely as the rising sun
Drives darkness back unerringly,
And drowns it in the western sea.
They knew, because they had rehearsed
The tragedy and played it first
Themselves with passion and deceit.

“It’s true that life is far more sweet,”
Hosea thought, “when it is lost,
Then bought again at dreadful cost;
And love grows strong when it must wait,
And deep when it is almost hate.”

Such things as these he often said
To Gomer as they watched the red
And crimson echoes of the sky
Descend Mount Tabor’s cliffs and die
In darkness far below. And she
Would say to him, “Your love for me
Was like a mountain waterfall,
And I the jagged stone. Of all
The knives and hammers once applied
None made me smooth or clean. They tried,
But harlotry was in my blood,
Until your love became a flood
Cascading over my crude life
And kept me as your only wife.”

They knew as none but they could know
What it would mean that long ago
The Lord allowed his love to swell,
And married faithless Israel.

The passing of the years now found
The children grown and gathered ’round
This night: Jezreel and Loammi,
Hosea’s sons, and at his knee
Loruhamah. The room was sweet
With memories, and each replete
With pleasure and with ample pain.
Among the memories one main
Experience above the rest
Embraced them all. It was the best;
Indeed it was the mountain spring
Of every happy stream from which
The family ever drank, and rich
With hope. It was Hosea’s love.
The children stood in wonder of
The way he loved, and Gomer too.
But this had not always been true.

Hosea used to say, “It’s hard
To be a seer, and prophet bard.
The price is high when he must sing
A song of ruin over everything
In lyrics written with his life
And lose his children and his wife.”

And so it was, Hosea heard
The Lord. It was the strangest word
A holy prophet ever got:
And every pointed precept shot
Like arrows at Hosea’s life:
“Go take a harlot for your wife,”
Thus says the Lord, “And feel with me
The grief and pain of harlotry.
Her father’s name is Diblaim;
He makes fertility with cream
And raisin cakes. He will not see
Her go without a price, for she
Has brought him profits from her trade.
Now go, and let her price be paid;
And bring her back and let her bear
Your son. Call him Jezreel. For there
Is coming soon a day when I
Will strike and break the bloody thigh
Of Jehu’s brutal house, and seal
With blood the valley of Jezreel.

And after that, though she’s defiled.
Go in, and get another child,
And make your tender face like rock.
Call her Loruahmah and lock
Your heart against all sympathy:
`Not pitied’ is her name. No plea
From faithless Israel will wake
My sympathy till I forsake
My daughter in the wilderness.

Now multiply once more distress:
Hosea, go beget a son,
For there is yet one child to shun,
And call him Loammi, in shame,
For `Not My People’ is his name.”

Hosea used to walk along
The Jordan rim and sing the song
His father Beeri used to sing.
Sometimes the tune and truth would bring
Him peace, and he would pause and look
At all the turns the Jordan took,
To make its way down to the sea,
And he would chant from memory:

Think not, my son, that God’s great river
Of love flows simply to the sea,
He aims not straight, but to deliver
The wayward soul like you and me.
Follow the current where it goes,
With love and grace it ever flows.

The years went by, the children grew,
The river bent and Gomer knew
A dozen men. And finally
She left and traveled to the sea,
And sold herself to foreign priests
Who made the children serve at feasts
Until they had no shame.
And then
The God of grace came down again,
And said, “Hosea, go, embrace
Your wife beside the sea. And place
Your hand with blessing on the head
Of Loammi, and raise the dead
Loruhamah to life in me,
And tell Jezreel that I will be
For him a seed of hope to sow
In righteousness. Hosea, go,
The gracious river bends once more.”

And so the prophet loved these four
Again, and sought them by the sea,
And bought them with the equity
Of everything he owned.
That was
The memory tonight, because
Hosea loved beyond the way
Of mortal man. What man would say,
“Love grows more strong when it must wait,
And deeper when it’s almost hate.”

Jezreel spoke softly for the rest,
“Father, once more let us be blessed.
What were the words from long ago
That gave you strength to love us so?
Would you please bless us with your rhyme,
And sing it for us one more time?”

“Think not, my son, that God’s great river
Of love flows simply to the sea,
He aims not straight, but to deliver
The wayward soul like you and me.
Follow the current where it goes.
With love and grace it ever flows.”

“And children,” Gomer said with tears,
“Mark this, the miracle of years.”
She looked Hosea in the face
And said, “Hosea, man of grace,
Dark harlotry was in my blood,
Until your love became a flood
Cascading over my crude life
And kept me as your only wife.
I love the very ground you trod,
And most of all I love your God.”

We’ve been SO busy.
It’s fun, though!

On the 15th, Lydia fell out of a buggy at Target (I’m a HORRIBLE PARENT!) and ended up in the ER.  I think it was one of the scariest moments of my life… carrying her limp little body!  She wouldn’t talk or cry.  She was WHITE and then started vomiting!  It was TERRIBLE!  What made it worse is that Daddy wanted me to go to the ER… NOTHING is EVER a big deal to Daddy… so if he’s sending you to the ER, you know it’s a big deal!  THEN he said to go to the CLOSEST hospital, which isn’t HIS hospital!  He didn’t even want me to take the extra 5/10 minutes to go to his… so then I was REALLY worried!  Lydia mustered a brave smile, though, when she heard me say, “Pop”.  She’s fine… she’s back to her old shenanigans.  I’m glad that’s over and I never want to go there EVER again!  That night, after all was said and done and Lou rested a bit, we went to Granny’s and Pop’s.  Lydia did well until we were getting ready to leave.  She was sitting near the grand piano, playing on the floor with something and she got up and conked her head AGAIN!!!  She became very clingy and then on the way home started throwing up all over the car.  It was terrible AGAIN!It’s over and done now. 

No more, God, PLEASE?!?  EVER!?!

On the 18th, Noah turned 5 and I couldn’t turn off the tears!  He’s so big!  He’s so GREAT!  I don’t care what anyone else thinks or says… he is truly the greatest boy on the planet.  His conversation is WONDERFUL!  I love to just lay across the bed, TALKING with him about all sorts of things.  God, rockets, the world, friends, toys, ideas, stories… EVERYTHING!  When he saw me tear up, he said, “It’s okay, Mom.  I’m always going to be YOUR little boy!”  He is SO intuitive!

Other than that, we’ve been getting ready for Christmas.  Parties, presents, food… lots of food.  Why is it excusable to be a glutton at holiday time?  I know to God it isn’t… but it seems the world winks at it.  Help me, God, not wink at it.  Give me self-control!

I have been reading more… by myself.  Usually, my reading is to the children… or in preparation for Sunday school… or reading my bible and books about the bible and books about theology and ethics and books about dead people and all kinds of stuff that is good and healthy… but it’s been so long since I’ve read a NOVEL!  Not a great piece of literature… not Charles Dickens or William Faulkner… not Virgil or Tolstoy or Kafka or Boccaccio… but just a paperback! 

After finishing Infidel, I started Hitler’s Willing Executioners (determined to make reading a part of my lifestyle again)  I put it down, though, when my friend Robin told me to read “Redeeming Love” by Francine Rivers.  It’s a paperback novel that puts a spin on the Hosea and Gomer story… it’s set during the California gold-rush… and, since it was seeing Christ and the mercy of God in that very biblical account that God used to redeem ME… I said SURE!  I also LOVE Robin and wanted to read it because SHE loves it! 

So… I read it.  I didn’t get anything done for days… I sent my children to play with blocks and read books (which they do happily) and I didn’t get a thing done!  My laundry is a mountain, now!  At any rate, it was WONDERFUL!  Not great literature… but OH!  Oh!  My heart, even now, swells at the thought of it! 

Read it, if you can!  Husbands… READ IT!  Wives, READ IT!  Single girls and guys, READ IT!  Widows and widowers, READ IT!  It’s a quick read (unless you cry the way I did… makes for some difficulty when the words blur on the page). 

Charles reaped some fun benefits from my reading it.  Of course… I DID mess up once.  He walked in the door, pulled me to him and kissed me and I looked up at him and sighed, “You’re not Michael Hosea.”  I am such a CRAP wife!  Everyone knows that Charles is so much BETTER than Michael Hosea… and besides… it wasn’t Michael Hosea who was so great… READ it and you’ll see! 

When you read it… you can’t help thinking that Michael’s love for “Angel” is just a drop in the bucket compared to Christ’s love for ME!!!  And when you think about how gross “Angel” is… you realize how much worse you are… even if you aren’t a prostitute… you see the blackness of your heart… which while no one around you may see… the God who made you sees it… 

I could go on forever… but I must shower and get ready!  Je dois aller à l’église.

More rambling later!  Read the book and finish more in love with Christ than ever! 

Be romanced by the King of Glory!!!  Woohoo!!!  YES!!!

Okay… I’m really done, now. 

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Currently reading :
Redeeming Love
By Francine Rivers
Release date: 09 May, 2005

by Elisabeth Elliot

Those who call Thanksgiving “Turkey Day,” I suppose, take some such view as this: Unless we have Someone to thank and something to thank Him for, what’s the point of using a name that calls up pictures of religious people in funny hats and Indians bringing corn and squash?

Christians, I hope, focus on something other than a roasted bird. We do have Someone to thank and a long list of things to thank Him for, but sometimes we limit our thanksgiving merely to things that look good to us. As our faith in the character of God grows deeper we see that heavenly light is shed on everything–even on suffering–so that we are enabled to thank Him for things we would never have thought of before. The apostle Paul, for example, saw even suffering itself as a happiness (Colossians 1:24, NEB).

I have been thinking of something that stifles thanksgiving. It is the spirit of greed–the greed of doing, being, and having.

When Satan came to tempt Jesus in the wilderness, his bait was intended to inspire the lust to do more than the Father meant for Him to do–to go farther, demonstrate more power, act more dramatically. So the enemy comes to us in these days of frantic doing. We are ceaselessly summoned to activities: social, political, educational, athletic, and–yes–spiritual. Our “self-image” (deplorable word!) is dependent not on the quiet and hidden “Do this for My sake,” but on the list the world hands us of what is “important.” It is a long list, and it is both foolish and impossible. If we fall for it, we neglect the short list.

Only a few things are really important, and for those we have the promise of divine help: sitting in silence with the Master in order to hear His word and obey it in the ordinary line of duty–for example, in being a good husband, wife, father, mother, son, daughter, or spiritual father or mother to those nearby who need protection and care–humble work which is never on the world’s list because it leads to nothing impressive on one’s resume. As Washington Gladden wrote in 1879, “O Master, let me walk with Thee/In lowly paths of service free….”

Temptation comes also in the form of being. The snake in the garden struck at Eve with the promise of being something which had not been given. If she would eat the fruit forbidden to her, she could “upgrade her lifestyle” and become like God. She inferred that this was her right, and that God meant to cheat her of this. The way to get her rights was to disobey Him.

No new temptation ever comes to any of us. Satan needs no new tricks. The old ones have worked well ever since the Garden of Eden, although sometimes under different guises. When there is a deep restlessness for which we find no explanation, it may be due to the greed of being–what our loving Father never meant us to be. Peace lies in the trusting acceptance of His design, His gifts, His appointment of place, position, capacity. It was thus that the Son of Man came to earth–embracing all that the Father willed Him to be, usurping nothing–no work, not even a word–that the Father had not given Him.

Then there is the greed of having. When “a mixed company of strangers” joined the Israelites, the people began to be greedy for better things (Numbers 11:4, NEB). God had given them exactly what they needed in the wilderness: manna. It was always enough, always fresh, always good (sounds good to me, anyway, “like butter-cakes”). But the people lusted for variety. These strangers put ideas into their heads. “There’s more to life than this stuff. Is this all you’ve got? You can have more. You gotta live a little!”

So the insistence to have it all took hold on God’s people and they began to wail, “all of them in their families at the opening of their tents.” There is no end to the spending, getting, having. We are insatiable consumers, dead set on competing, upgrading, showing off (“If you’ve got it, flaunt it”). We simply cannot bear to miss something others deem necessary. So the world ruins the peace and simplicity God would give us. Contentment with what He has chosen for us dissolves, along with godliness, while, instead of giving thanks, we lust and wail, teaching our children to lust and wail too. (Children of the jungle tribe I knew years ago did not complain because they had not been taught to.)

Lord, we give You thanks for all that You in Your mercy have given us to be and to do and to have. Deliver us, Lord, from all greed to be and to do and to have anything not in accord with Your holy purposes. Teach us to rest quietly in Your promise to supply, recognizing that if we don’t have it we don’t need it. Teach us to desire Your will–nothing more, nothing less, and nothing else. For Jesus’ sake. Amen.

Brenda couldn’t come today, so Bessie brought Courtney and Courtney’s 9-week-old nephew Aiden.

Bessie immediately began with Isaiah 44:6 and said that she had been wrong to say that the “repurchaser” was Jesus Christ.  “It is talking about Jehovah there”…  I nodded in agreement.  She looked confused. 

Of course, Bessie!  That’s what the bible SAYS… it really isn’t confusing! 

Thus says the LORD (Jehovah), the King of Israel and his Redeemer (their bible says “repurchaser”), the LORD (Jehovah) of hosts (theirs says “armies”):
‘I am the first and I am the last; besides me there is no god.’

We went on to read through verse 8.

WHO is the Redeemer?  WHO is the Repurchaser?  WHO PAID THE PRICE AND BOUGHT THE PEOPLE OUT OF SLAVERY?!?

We looked at verse 24 and then flipped over to Colossians 1- after all it was Bessie and Brenda who, a few weeks ago, agreed with me (because I kept reading when they wanted to use the first 8 words of Colossians 1:15 in the attempt to explain that Christ is NOT God- they read “He is the image of the invisible God” and stopped there!) that all things were created through Christ and for Him (my desire to prove His preeminence at that time)… ANYWAY… I ramble!

… because they agreed a few weeks ago that all was created through Christ and for Him, we hiked from Is. 44:24; 45:7, 12, 18 to Col.1:16-17 and Bessie declared that Jehovah USED Christ to create everything, therefore JEHOVAH is the creator and Christ is the tool!  WHAT?!?  JEHOVAH is the Redeemer/Repurchaser and Christ is the tool!  WHAT?!?  I couldn’t say a thing!  I could only pray.  What on earth?!?

“Tina, do you think that Jehovah and Jesus are one?”

I looked at her stunned.  What have we been talking about these many weeks?!?  What did I just read to her from Isaiah?

Am I casting pearls before swine?  Should this be the end?

Pray!

I became angry and JEALOUS… I was BURNING and having a hard time being gracious as her rambling continued.

“You are calling God a liar, Bessie.  Either you are sitting in my living room, calling Him a liar, or you are completely confused and illogical!  We agree that there is ONE TRUE GOD!  We talked about this last time!  Yet you tell me that Jesus is god!  Answer me!  Is He false?  How do you reconcile THAT?!?  Your JEHOVAH has told you that He is IT!  NO ONE ELSE!  NOTHING ELSE!  He’s the only true one!  What is the deal?  You have not satisfied me because you have tampered with God’s word, you take things completely out of context and you sit here, making God a liar.  Tell me!  (calming down) Explain it to me… using YOUR BIBLE!  Is Jesus a god and if he is… then he must be false because there is only ONE TRUE ONE, right?”

I need to figure out how to keep Bessie on a subject.  When she is at a loss, she quickly changes the subject… she began talking about the Kingdom and how our purpose on earth is plain as day in Matthew 24:14:  “And this gospel of the kingdom will be proclaimed throughtout the whole world as a tesimony to all natinos, and then the end will come.”  We are to be quiet servants…  and then she started talking about how the Jehovah’s Witnesses are everywhere… about how they don’t have the names of men on their signs… about Jeopardy (again) saying that their bible was the most accurate translation…  I’m not sure what that had to do with anything… but then she asked about whether we paid our pastor and other “servants” in the church and then she bragged that NO ONE in the Jehovah’s Witnesses is paid…  she’s a bus driver and told me, disgusted, that a boy on her bus told her he want to be a preacher because they make good money.  WHAT?!?  What are we talking about now?  She was rambling now…  How did we get from her calling God a liar to the Jehovah’s Witnesses being God’s great servants?

I interrupted.

Wait.  You have not reconciled the Word of God to me.  I don’t want you to tell me about the Jehovah’s Witnesses.  I am not interested in what they do.  I am interested in what the Word of God says.  If you won’t tell me WHO Jesus is, then tell me, what must I do to be saved? 

She turned it onto me, “What do YOU think you need to do?”

YAY!!!  While I would LOVE to hear her answer, THANK YOU, FATHER, for having her ask me!!!

“Well, Bessie, the bible says to ‘Believe in the Lord Jesus and you will be saved.'”

“And that’s all you think you have to do- just believe?  You don’t have to walk like Jesus?  You don’t have to be like Him and be His follower?”

“Wait a minute!  You asked about what we needed to do to be SAVED.  The Bible says to repent and believe!  If I repent and believe and I am wooed by the King of all of Creation… don’t you think I’m going to want to be LIKE Him?!?  Don’t you think it’s going to be earth-shattering and life-changing?!?  Walking like Him and being like Him is a natural outpouring of a heart that has been saved from the wrath of God!  It will NOT save me, though!  I could never HOPE to be as good as Him!  Can you?”

She changed the subject AGAIN!  Before I could get into Romans and Ephesians!  I know… I can’t ask any questions… not even rhetorical… or she’ll change the subject as soon as I take a breath!

It kind of worked, though… she wanted to go BACK to the diety of Christ… I feel like a ping-pong ball!  I’m pooped.

That’s fine!  My God is the God of the Bible and it’s all His turf… what have I to fear?  NOTHING!  My purpose is to glorify Him.  That’s all I need be concerned with! 

She’s flipping to Isaiah again… REALLY?!? Oh, GOODY!!! 

She declares again that the Redeemer/Repurchaser is Jehovah and that Jehovah USED Christ.

Back to that again?  Okay… well… Let’s look at Isaiah 45:21 and 22 in light of Acts 16:31!!!

What now?

“If Jesus is God, why was he praying in the garden that the cup would pass from Him?  Why was He always praying to the Father?  Why was He tempted all of the time?”

(Gushing and trying NOT to be weepy over the unbelievable love and condescension of my Creator):  We talked about our sympathetic High Priest.  We talked about the willing subordination of Christ. 

I can’t remember what she began talking about next… I was just blown away by her comment, “Jehovah was sad about what happened when Jesus was on the torture stake and made the whole earth get dark and shake.”

“WHOA!  Wait a minute!  Show me that!”

“Show you what?”

“Show me that God was sad about it all.”

“Well, I’ll have to look for it.”

“Okay.  Please do, because the bible says that it PLEASED God to CRUSH His Son.”

“Where?”

“Oh Goody.  Let’s turn to Isaiah 52!  This is great.  This is AWESOME!  It’s TERRIBLE!  And WONDERFUL!  And HUMBLING!  And HEART-RAVAGING!  Look at verse 13 and we’ll read all the way through chapter 53:

52:13  Behold, my servant shall act wisely;
   he shall be high and lifted up,
   and shall be exalted.
14  As many were astonished at you—
   his appearance was so marred, beyond human semblance,
   and his form beyond that of the children of mankind—
15  so shall he sprinkle many nations;
 kings shall shut their mouths because of him;
 for that which has not been told them they see,
   and that which they have not heard they understand.
53:1 Who has believed what he has heard from us?
   And to whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?
2 For he grew up before him like a young plant,
    and like a root out of dry ground;
 he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,
   and no beauty that we should desire him.
3 He was despised and rejected by men;
   a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
   he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

 4 Surely he has borne our griefs
   and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
   smitten by God, and afflicted.
5 But he was wounded for our transgressions;
   he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
   and with his stripes we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray;
   we have turned—every one—to his own way;
 and the LORD has laid on him
   the iniquity of us all.

 7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted,
    yet he opened not his mouth;
 like a lamb that is led to the slaughter,
   and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent,
   so he opened not his mouth.
8By oppression and judgment he was taken away;
   and as for his generation, who considered
that he was cut off out of the land of the living,
   stricken for the transgression of my people?
9 And they made his grave with the wicked
 and with a rich man in his death,
although he had done no violence,
   and there was no deceit in his mouth.

 10 Yet it was the will of the LORD to crush him;
   he has put him to grief;
when his soul makes an offering for guilt,
   he shall see his offspring; he shall prolong his days;
 the will of the LORD shall prosper in his hand.
11 Out of the anguish of his soul he shall see and be satisfied;
by his knowledge shall the righteous one, my servant,
 make many to be accounted righteous,
 and he shall bear their iniquities.
12 Therefore I will divide him a portion with the many,
 and he shall divide the spoil with the strong,
ecause he poured out his soul to death
   and was numbered with the transgressors;
 yet he bore the sin of many,
   and makes intercession for the transgressors.

Before I could really get gushy and comment on anything, Bessie said, “Well, my bible says that it delighted God… but I’m going to do some research and find the verse I’m thinking of but we’ll talk about it next time because we have to go right now.”

WHAT?!?  Unbelievable!

You know what, though, our good God let me read Isaiah 52:13- 53:12 uninterrupted!  The seed is the Word!  He has to woo her.  It’s got nothing to do with me.  Pray with me!  Pray for Bessie and Brenda and Courtney (who didn’t utter a word).  Pray that the seed will be watered and harvested!  Bessie is coming again Tuesday morning at 11.  I don’t know who will be with her.  Pray with me, though!  As long as I have a chance to read the LIVING WORD OF GOD and to talk about my Savior… I will.  Pray that I won’t be tired.  I admit it.  I already mentioned it to my sweet friend, Angel:  The last thing I wanted to do this morning was have Bessie here.  I’m nursing an injury.  I’m tired.  I went to the obgyn yesterday and that is NEVER fun, even though mine is the BEST.  I just was not up for it!  It’s a GORGEOUS day that could be spent with my fun babies outside!  But they were coming, regardless and as I poured over the Word of God, He reminded me that whether I feel like it or not… He is WORTHY to be proclaimed!!!  And you know what… His reminding me of His value… of COURSE made me EXCITED about proclaiming Him!  He is so good!  I could hardly wait for them to get here!  He’s faithful.  Pray that He will continue and that I won’t be selfish.  Pray that my babies will continue to do well.  Above all, pray that God will be honored in EVERYTHING that transpires in this happy house!

And I welcome your thoughts about how long this should go on… and the direction it should take… as long as it’s biblical!  :o)

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Some of you have already read this… if you read the last issue of the Trumpet…  I read it again last night and again this morning and again as I just sat down to a glass of chocolate milk.

WOW!  What a thought!!!  What a PRECIOUS thought that comes from Zephaniah 3:17!!!  READ what Spurgeon writes:

 There is an unrivaled picture in the word where the Lord is even represented as SINGING WITH JOY OVER HIS PEOPLE.Who could have conceived of the Eternal One as bursting forth into a song?Yet it is written,

“He will rejoice over you with joy,
 he will rest in his love,
 he will rejoice over you with singing.”

As he looked upon the newly CREATED WORLD, he spoke and said, “It is very good,” -but he did not sing.

And as he views the works of PROVIDENCE, I do not read that he sings.

But when he gazes on his people, the purchase of Jesus’ blood, his own chosen ones, the great heart of the Infinite restrains itself no longer, but, wonder of wonders and miracle of miracles, God, the Eternal One, sings out of the joy of his soul!


Look at Spurgeon’s face!  Doesn’t it seem almost giddy!?!  I LOVE IT!

That’s MY response… GIDDINESS and AWE and HAPPY WONDER that God would BURST INTO SONG… and that He sings over me… YIKES!  That’s pretty amazing!I like the way the ESV reads: 

The LORD your God is in your midst,
   a mighty one who will save;
 he will rejoice over you with gladness;
   he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.

Yes… we should ALL share Spurgeon’s happy look! 

My heart is ready to burst!!! 

 Because it’s God’s Word, as unbelievable as it may seem… that He would delight in me to the point of breaking into song…  it’s TRUE!

He quiets us with His love… that’s another humdinger!  Wow!  I can’t even say anything about that!  What intimacy! 

Think of when your husband quiets you with his love. 

Charles is SO good at that (don’t get me wrong, we fight viciously at times and NOBODY is quieting ANYTHING!) but really, I understand what that means… to be quieted with the love of Charles is such a strong, but at the same time soft, tender, intimate thing… 

think of how GOD quiets your raging, anxious, mourning, etc. heart! 

Wow!  He’s quieting you with His LOVE!!! 

Just stinkin’ WOW!!! 

I know…All of the good literature I’ve read, all of my years of study and all I can say to that is JUST STINKIN’ WOW!!! WOW!!! 

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Just a little yumminess… while I take a quick break. 

It’s fun, while working on the Trumpet, I read a Matthew Henry quote that Pastor cited (regarding the pursuit of the wisdom of God):   “thou shalt be paid for thy pleasure!!”

When I was in the AF in England, I used to marvel that I was being PAID to live and work in a place I had only ever read about… that I was being housed and fed and sent all over the world to see and explore places and take part in things I had only tasted through the printed page… I said that I was being Paid for Pleasure! 

 How awesome is it to realize that our Holy God pays us for our PLEASURE!  And we get to (He commands us to) delight in HIM!  We get to revel in Him!  We take pleasure in Him and enjoy Him and relish Him and savor Him!  We bask in His greatness!!! 

1. He forgives all your sins.
2. He heals all your diseases.
3. He redeems your life from destruction.
4. He crowns you with loving kindness and tender mercies.
5. He satisfies your mouth with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
6. He executes righteousness and judgment for you against oppression. He sets you free.
7. He makes known His ways to you.
8. He gives you His grace and mercy in times of need.

 Oh my!!!  I’ve got to get the kiddies!!!  And I’ve REALLY got to get back to work… there are MANY more… TONS more…
Read your bible!  Find them!  Be wowed over them!  And thank our almighty God for overabundantly paying you for the pleasure of knowing Him!  He is GENEROUS!

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