…and I love to see you keep on coming!
I am still writing about my daily journey under the sun by His Grace. Come join me, be a sojourner!
Daily on My Way to Heaven is now here.
…and I love to see you keep on coming!
I am still writing about my daily journey under the sun by His Grace. Come join me, be a sojourner!
This is what we are listening today.
“My Cry Ascends is a graceful collection of new Psalms and hymns for the church composed by Greg Wilbur. The music is recorded in a folk tradition with elements of Celtic style and southern harmony. Listeners will enjoy the hardy musical instrumentation: piano, viola, flutes, tin whistle, acoustic guitar, mandolin, bagpipe, hammer dulcimer and percussion..”
May this Lord’s day be one full of praises, and songs, and psalms!
Just a note: I bought my own copy in iTunes!
I just found a treasure, a treasure to be shared, poetry that glorifies our Sovereign God. The author is Nathan Pitchford, and this is one of his many beautiful poems:

Lovely Progression
Jesus, how sweet your virgin birth,
Deep, lovely mystery:
Out from the unsewn womb sprang forth
God of eternity!
I kneel before your bed so rough,
My Savior in a feeding trough,
Divine before the world began,
And now in time become a man.Jesus, how sweet your life on earth,
Your public ministry,
Your miracles of saving worth
O’er sin and misery;
I hear in reverential awe
Your thund’rous utt’rance of the Law,
And offer in my own defense
Your life of pure obedience.Jesus, how sweet your saving death,
The atoning sacrifice!
My plea rose up on your last breath
Like incense to the skies;
I weep before that blessed tree
Where priceless blood was spilled for me,
Where all the wrath of God was poured
On the Beloved of the Lord.Jesus, how sweet your rising up
Victorious from the dead
To fill my upheld mercy cup,
To crush the Tempter’s head!
I come by grace before your throne
And there in trembling joy bow down,
Before my King who now must reign
Till he make all things new again.
Bless the Lord, our King who reigns!
You can buy Nathan Pitchford book of poems here, or you can even download them for free here. Cross image from here.
I am in a plane flying above the clouds, my precious family is already asleep. The flight attendant is passing some beverages and I ask for coffee, “black please”.
This has been an incredible long week, a week, my family awaits every year. We came to the End of the Year Gathering of Veritas Press Scholars Academy.
We came to a place where eyes see each other, where arms reach for hugs, and laughs are heard out loud; a place where feet dance and little ones play in the mud.
A place, a time, a season, a song, a hug, a kiss, all is real.
A place where friendships are strengthen and joy is in the air.
We met these families through an online school, and now we meet in a frame of green fields, and we love to be together, all in a barn, dancing and laughing, moms and fathers, little ones and grandmas, teachers and students.
I found my way through the tables and sit beside her, a long time friend, yet this is the first time we see each other face to face; we hug and we hold hands. The music is loud, the rhythm is contagious. Our conversation follows the rhythm, we know we can talk openly and this we do.
I see my children dancing, laughing, chatting, I am grateful.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you for godly families gathering together in a place where friends find a common place to feast.
Thank you for my children’s friends.
Thank you for my friends, moms who struggle, love, pray and are passionate to serve you in their homes.
Thank you for my Beloved’s friends, men willing to pray.
Thank you, for those friends who love farms, I love learning from them.
Thank you for the best home-made rhubarb pies, traveling from Canada just for us.
Thank you, Lord, for a phone call in New York with Christina. Hearing her voice was a gift.
Thank you for sandwiches and peanut-soup with my great friend, and a long conversation that brought us closer.
Thank you for a precious family traveling to meet us.
Thank you for a large van filled with dreams in young men and women hearts.
Thank you for a creek and wet feet.
Thank you for girls wearing matching dresses, and freckles, and dolls.
Thank you for tears, and long good-byes.
Thank you, Father, for choosing this journey for us.
Thank you for the clouds under this plane, and your hand upholding us.
Thank you for the horizon line.
Thank you for different hues of blue.
Thank you, because every good gift comes from above, from your hand.
Thank you, Heavenly Father.
This week my endless gift list #569- 599
Around the family table our conversation was about gratitude and giving; both are so related, they go hand on hand, they love each other, they cannot exist apart.
From His hand we receive every perfect gift and when we receive we know we must have an open hand, the key is learning that saying “Thank you, Lord”, means not closing our hands; gratitude will always lead us to give with an open hand as well.
Gratitude is also manifested in giving, and this is a life lesson that we have learned over the family table.
This week I keep up with my favorite list, a gratitude list. (#570- 597)
I Thank you, Lord for the unexpected gift this week. We believe in your Providence.
Thank you for those situations which I do not understand but in which You reign.
Thank you for a Church.
Thank you for bruised reeds.
Thank you for leading us when we know not the way.
Thank you for an open home with many friends filling the air with godly conversations.
The love between my Beloved and I.
My little girl’s hands giving me a” feet spa”
Reminders of the blessing that it is to say “yes”
Saying “yes” to a tent in the backyard for one more week.
Saying “yes” to water balloon fights.
Saying “yes” to pajamas parties on Skype.
Saying “yes” to baking when I did not feel like.
New ideas for my Bible memory project.
Grateful people who give, (more free resources in Spanish)
A woman who freely shares a Theology Word of the Week every Monday.
A new recipe that made my family happy. (I will be sharing it later this week)
Grateful friends who give.
Sunday mornings.
A great exhibit.
Laughs.
Growing sons.
Growing girls.
Seasons in my life.
More hugs from my Beloved.
The Word.
My books.
Catechism.
Being able to give.
What fills you with gratitude today?
Art shown in this post: The Peasant Family, by Josef Israëls and Sunday Morning by the same artist.
salm 3:8 says,
“Salvation belongs to the LORD;
your blessing be on your people!”
Thomas Watson says about this verse, “The godly are blessed not only in heaven, but as they travel to glory. This is a paradox to flesh and blood; blessed while being reproached and maligned? No matter how sense and reason cast their vote, the godly man is blessed.Though a mourner or martyr, yet blessed…Not only shall they be blessed, they are blessed.” (1)
A Christian sees heaven by faith, and tastes it by joy, and what is this, but blessedness? This makes a happy man”
Lord, as I journey towards my Heavenly home, towards You, help me to live happily through trials, happily in those situations where my heart feels weak, happily knowing that my debt has been cancelled, my sins forgiven, my name is written in your Book, my life belongs to you.
Thank you for your blessing which surpasses all earthly riches, thank you for the crown of all blessings which is having you as my Lord, my God. Thank you for your Spirit, who speaks to me and draws me closer to you, and won’t let me go.
Thank you for a new week, for the joys that are at hand and the trials that may come.
Help me not to forget that I am happy and blessed because of You.
Help me on my daily journey towards heaven.
This I pray in your Name who is above all names.
(1)Voices from the Past, Puritan Devotional Readings; p.255
Today we will be celebrating my Precious Daughter XV birthday.
I remember it well, it was on a Friday, that we, together, struggled and worked hard. It was not an easy labor, but I felt her, and I am sure she felt my hands over my belly trying to comfort her.
That is how our relationship started, both working hard, painfully. But on that same day we saw the Lord’s hand over us, He was there, He made the miracle.
Under bright lights, and embraced by my Beloved’s stong arms, I held her. I cried. And the thing I desired the most was to see her just the way I see her today.
This is Grace.
I am off to celebrate with her!
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