Rejoice! Rejoice!

I sit here in the stillness, gazing at the white lights on the Christmas tree… I’m filled w/ peace, hope, joy, and wonder. The song that comes to my heart is: “Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel…Shall come to thee, O Israel.”

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These Thousand Hills

This is a song I uploaded on Face-book a while back. It’s one of many by Third Day that speaks to my soul. I am also touched by this You-Tube video by New Beginnings Chapel. Hope you will be as well.

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Not Your Typical…

…Wedding Guest Interview

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As many of you know, my hubby, Scott has a second job. He is also a videographer for Chestnut Photography in his “spare time.” Anyway, he has done oodles of wedding videos, but for a family member, he also made this additional bloopers video. I think it’s pretty cute and funny. Well, o.k., actually, it really cracks me up!  Hope you enjoy! 🙂

Through The Fire

There was another song I was introduced to this past Sunday…one that’s been playing in my head all day. The last several weeks, in particular, I’ve been going through some uncertain, difficult times. I’ve been struggling more than usual, and it’s been so hard to see clearly.

Then, just when I thought I was starting to come out of the worst of it, something happened. It didn’t happen to me, but it happened to a family in my church, when they lost a young loved one. Everyone in my church has been affected, but of course, none of us truly knows the full sting of the pain of those closest relatives…

We cannot understand such sudden tragedy, any more than we can make sense of ongoing suffering. However, God tells us in His Word to “not lean on our own understanding.”  This past week, a young widow understood this, when she simply said, “God sees the big picture.”  I believe that only the strength of the Holy Spirit could have enabled this young lady to make such a statement in the midst of agonizing grief and sorrow.

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This family is in the fire right now.  They’re in pain, they’re suffering, and they don’t understand the purpose.  However, while they hold to His hand, God will bring them through the fire…

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Through The Fire

By: The Crabb Family

So many times I’ve questioned certain circumstances
Or things I could not understand
Many times in trials, weakness blurs my vision
And my frustrations get so out of hand
It’s then I am reminded I’ve never been forsaken
I’ve never had to stand the test alone
As I look at all the victories, the Spirit rises up in me
It’s through the fire my weakness is made strong

And He never promised the cross would not get heavy and the hill would not be hard to climb
He never offered victory without fighting but He said help would always come in time
Just remember when you’re standing in the valley of decision and the adversary says give in
Just hold on, our Lord will show up and He will take you through the fire again

I know within myself that I would surely perish
But if I trust the hand of God, He’ll shield the flames again

And He never promised the cross would not get heavy and the hill would not be hard to climb
Just hold on, our Lord will show up and He will take you through the fire again
Just hold on, our Lord will show up and He will take you through the fire again

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**You may listen to The Crabb Family singing the above song, here. You may also hear Randy Travis,  (along with The Crabb Family) singing this song, over  here.

It’s O.k.

Yeah, it’s alright. It’s only the world.

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Yesterday, I got a little time to myself.  No hubby, no kids.  No “Mommy, Mommy!”  (I mean, don’t get me wrong, I dearly love my husband and kids, but I could use a break every few months!)

After some quality “R and R,”  I  did something I hadn’t done in quite a while.   I cut loose from the worries and stresses of life for a few minutes and had a little dance session!  I turned up the music, danced around, and sang to the top of my lungs!  It felt so liberating!  There was no one there to laugh at me, no one there trying to be heard over the music, and no one there competing for my attention.  Nope, it was just me and the tunes.  (Well, I take that back…the dog was there, but she didn’t care.  She raised her head a little, looked at me like I’d finally lost it, and then she went back to sleep).

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Only The World

By: Mandisa

Been a hard one
Been a bad one
Been a tough one
Been a sad one
It’s been just one of those days
That keeps chipping away at my heart
Nothin’ new here
It’s what I do here
It’s a stereotypical day in the life
I’m surrounded by all of the pain and the strife
But I know it’s alright

‘Cause it’s only the world I’m living in
It’s only today I’ve been given
There ain’t no way I’m giving in
‘Cause it’s only the world
I know the best is still yet to come
‘Cause even when my days in the world are done
There’s gonna be so much more than only the world for me

Anybody, do you hear me?
Do you feel me?
I mean do you feel me?
I know I’m not the only one wearing the weight of this world
We got problems, said it’s alright
Just remember, yeah it’s alright
Take a good look around
We’re just stuck on the ground for a little while
Don’t it make you smile

Heaven is a place
Where the tears on every face will be wiped away
Oh and I can’t wait to go
But for now, it’s enough to know
This is only temporary

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**Note: You can listen to this song here.

Ba ba, ba ba-ba ba…

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My sweet hubby played this cute and happy ditty for me this morning. It’s such a fun little tune. When I hear this song, I just can’t help but dance around and hum along! Check out this video (and don’t be surprised if it has that effect on you too! -) ) :

A Daddy’s Love…

While Daddy’s been gone on his business trip, there’s been much crying and wailing ’round here. You see, Daddy is very involved in his kids’ lives, and he doesn’t part from us too often. Sarah and Kerry both have taken turns bursting into tears; saying they miss their daddy.

Normally, the kids whine about how strict Scott is, and every once in a while, I worry that they don’t know just how much he loves them. (Yet, at times like this, I realize that they must have some awareness, or they wouldn’t miss him so very much!) Scott can be unyielding in his discipline, but I try my best to always support him and not undermine his authority. You see, even though, I find it difficult to be as tough with the kids as I should be, I know in my heart they need “a firm hand.” I also know that Scott truly has a very, deep abiding love for them, and he disciplines them because they need it. Their daddy also has the ability to be direct and uncompromising, without yelling at them or losing control (which is quite a good thing). Anyway, I think a daddy’s love is just hard for a child to comprehend, but I do believe that Sarah and Kerry will both have a better understanding of it one day…

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To me, with most any strong-held belief, there is a song that accompanies it. (Well, that also holds true for most any conviction, attitude, memory, or event–I can’t help it!) It’s as if I experience and express life through a collection of songs. (No, I’m not just trying to be melodramatic or “super-artsy -D ). When I think about a daddy’s love, I automatically think about a song I first heard when I was but a child myself:

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Daddy’s Hands

By: Holly Dunn

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working ’til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love …..
In Daddy´s hands.

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**Note: O.k., I admit it. I just got through watching the above video again, and I’m crying now. So, hey, will you do something for me?! Give your daddy and your husband each a call today…or say a special thanks for the father(s) in your life. [I know it’s not Father’s Day; just do it!–(I mean, please, of course! -) )]

…Yeah, and while you’re at it, say a prayer of thanks for the best Father ever–your Heavenly Father! He loves each of us more than we can ever know!