To move a mountain
Well good thing
A little faith is all I have, right now
But God, when You choose
To leave mountains unmovable
Oh give me the strength to be able to sing
It is well with my soul
Lord, You make all things new
You bring hope alive in our hearts
And cause our Spirits to be born again.
Thank you for this new year
For all the potential it holds.
Come and kindle in us
A mighty flame
So that in our time, many will see the wonders of God
And live forever to praise Your glorious name.
Yeah, Bill - you must think you're living in HappyLand...
It's been a constant battle to try and keep things peaceful on Carlton Drive. But the battle seems to be starting once again...
Help me today to understand what love really means.
I don’t mind the red and pink, the plentiful chocolates, and construction paper hearts. I don’t mind that the florists are having a lucrative day. I don’t mind whatever romantic comedy will be coming out in theaters, whatever beautiful heroine falls in love with a hunky hero even though they started out as enemies. I don’t mind the corny poetry and sappy love songs and interminable kissing. I think love is allowed to include all of these things.
But I need for love to be so much more.
While I was doing some dishes yesterday - and fixing a piece of toast - I was listening to a radio broadcast of local church. A prayer was being offered by a lay leader and I found myself listening as he spoke. My initial thought was "Oh please, you're not at a racetrack. Slow down. Think about who you're talking to..." The prayer was a rushed mess instead of something intimate, or inspirational, or influential.