On this day the Lord has made . . .

As I was driving home from the grocery store I heard a man on the radio ask what we were leaving our children/grandchildren. He mentioned how he would choose, over any amount of money, the writings from his grandfather . . . if he had left any.

So, I have determined to create a diary/journal of what happened to me on this day(s) the Lord has granted me.







Tuesday, July 30, 2013

counting





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Ann Voskamp posted yesterday about John 21. I've read this chapter before but I hadn't noticed what she noticed.

Here's a quick retelling of the story (read it when you get a chance because it is a good story):

The story takes place after Christ's death on the cross. So the disciples are alone. Peter decides to go fishing and others decide to go with him. They don't catch anything throughout the night. Come morning they see a person standing on the shore and the person asks them about their catch. He tells them to cast their nets over the right side of the boat and they catch a lot of fish. Then, the disciple that Jesus loves :) says, 'that is it the Lord'! Peter jumps out of the boat. :) The rest of the guys bring the fish in the nets to the shore. Jesus makes them breakfast.

So many things in this chapter just fill my heart to the brim.

Jesus makes them breakfast. :)

Peter jumps out of the boat. :)

The disciple who Jesus loved. :)

Peter counted the fish. :)

Ann is the one who brought me the knowledge (although it states it multiple times in our Bible) that we are to count our blessings - all of our blessings, good and bad ones. Ann counts blessings. Peter counts fish. :) BLESSINGS!

This chapter of John 21 ends with this:

And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that should be written. Amen
(All the blessings that have been given.) :)

As for Ann's post . . . she speaks of her Mothers pain. But before she got to her Mothers pain she spoke of Peter's, "Peter, the failure, the reject, the broken" and her Mother, "A child abused. A wife replaced. A mother broken."

Of course, I went to my pain while reading her story. I went back to all of the rejection and pain throughout my life and you know what? I still smile. God must have placed His love in me from the beginning because through all of the dark nights and days I just knew I was loved. I just knew.

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Prayer List

  • Thank you Father thank you.
  • Lord, extend the kingdom of your Son.
  • O Merciful God, who hast made all men, and hatest nothing that thou hast made, nor desirest the death of a sinner, but rather that he should be converted and live; Have mercy upon all who know thee not as thou are revealed in the Gospel of thy Son. Take from them all ignorance, hardness of heart, and contempt of thy Word; and so fetch them home, blessed Lord to thy fold, that they may be one flock under one shepherd, Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, world without end. Amen.
  • God please take the blinders from my children's heart and eyes. Please give them the gift of faith. Lord God, faith in you is so comforting and brings so much joy. Thank you!
  • God please bless Michael, Lindsay, and their families with faith, wisdom, and compassion. In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
  • God thank you for the gift of my co-workers who have shown me that it is good to show that I am a Christian. It is more than okay, it is imperative that my faith shows, so that others can come to know you. Please make me into a shining light for you. Give me the words, and your wisdom, and please don't let me cause anyone to stumble.
  • God please be with my family/friends as they go through this time in their lives. Please give them strength and courage and wisdom and faith Lord.
  • God please guide the leaders of the world.
  • God please heal my children.
  • Please heal those that have asked for prayer.

Reading List

  • One Thousand Gifts ~ Ann Voskamp

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