Glorifying God and enjoying Him forever!
My days are consumed like smoke, . . . my days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass. But thou, O LORD, shalt endure for ever; and thy remembrance to all generations. . . . The children of thy servants shall continue, and their seed shall be established before Thee.
This is all my desire: that my children would live to glorify God; that I might see my children's children praising God.
Reading Psalm 102 this morning, the warm Florida morning air streaming in at the window, I rejoiced over a night of sound sleep in spite of the cup of Cuban coffee I had after dinner last night, and thank God that though we are aging, seeing signs of it on the right and on the left, and though our days are filled with smoke and groaning and enemy's reproach, yet the larger picture, like the portrait of our younger family on my yellow bedroom wall, is one of His great, great, great blessing on our lives.
Oh, my children. Live for Him and not for yourselves. Know and obey His Word and glory in His statutes. Let that be the weight of your substance.
As we held each other in the morning light, Cal noted about that portrait that we don't have any toddlers anymore. I had been meditating on the blessing God gave us when He gave us faith to have whatever children He would make of us. And after that, He then gave us the blessings, frought with difficulties like pain and miscarriage and years of hard work, of bearing and raising these children. I thought of Susan and Mike, so soon to marry, and already of the same opinion regarding welcoming children. No, we don't have any toddlers around anymore, Cal. But soon. I wondered if I would travel to England to see newborns. The thought "better start saving money" was quickly corrected to trust that God will give what we need when we need it.
This shall be written for the generation to come: and the people which shall be created shall praise the LORD. For He hath looked down from the height of His sanctuary; from heaven did the LORD behold the earth; to hear the groaning of the prisoner; to loose those that are appointed to death; to declare the Name of the LORD in Zion, and His praise in Jerusalem; when the people are gathered together, and the kingdoms, to serve the LORD.
He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days. I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: Thy years are throughout all generations. Of old hast Thou laid the foundations of the earth: and the heavens are the work of Thy hands. They shall perish, but Thou shalt endure: yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment; as a vesture shalt Thou change them, and they shall be changed: But Thou art the same, and Thy years shall have no end. The children of Thy servants shall continue, and their seed shall be established before Thee. --Psalm 102:18ff
This is all my desire: that my children would live to glorify God; that I might see my children's children praising God.
Reading Psalm 102 this morning, the warm Florida morning air streaming in at the window, I rejoiced over a night of sound sleep in spite of the cup of Cuban coffee I had after dinner last night, and thank God that though we are aging, seeing signs of it on the right and on the left, and though our days are filled with smoke and groaning and enemy's reproach, yet the larger picture, like the portrait of our younger family on my yellow bedroom wall, is one of His great, great, great blessing on our lives.
Oh, my children. Live for Him and not for yourselves. Know and obey His Word and glory in His statutes. Let that be the weight of your substance.
As we held each other in the morning light, Cal noted about that portrait that we don't have any toddlers anymore. I had been meditating on the blessing God gave us when He gave us faith to have whatever children He would make of us. And after that, He then gave us the blessings, frought with difficulties like pain and miscarriage and years of hard work, of bearing and raising these children. I thought of Susan and Mike, so soon to marry, and already of the same opinion regarding welcoming children. No, we don't have any toddlers around anymore, Cal. But soon. I wondered if I would travel to England to see newborns. The thought "better start saving money" was quickly corrected to trust that God will give what we need when we need it.
This shall be written for the generation to come: and the people which shall be created shall praise the LORD. For He hath looked down from the height of His sanctuary; from heaven did the LORD behold the earth; to hear the groaning of the prisoner; to loose those that are appointed to death; to declare the Name of the LORD in Zion, and His praise in Jerusalem; when the people are gathered together, and the kingdoms, to serve the LORD.
He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days. I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: Thy years are throughout all generations. Of old hast Thou laid the foundations of the earth: and the heavens are the work of Thy hands. They shall perish, but Thou shalt endure: yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment; as a vesture shalt Thou change them, and they shall be changed: But Thou art the same, and Thy years shall have no end. The children of Thy servants shall continue, and their seed shall be established before Thee. --Psalm 102:18ff
posted by Compleat Mom at 8:58 AM
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Thank you for your beautiful words. They are encouraging.
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