My Heart Is Filled

My heart is filled with thankfulness to Him who bore my pain. Who plumbed the depths of my disgrace and gave me life again. Who crushed my curse of sinfulness and clothed me with His light. And wrote His law of righteousness with pow'r upon my heart

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My heart is filled with thankfulness to Him who walks beside. Who floods my weaknesses with strength and causes fears to fly. Whose every promise is enough for every step I take. Sustaining me with arms of love and crowning me with grace

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My heart is filled with thankfulness to Him who reigns above. Whose wisdom is my perfect peace, whose every thought is love. For every day I have on earth is given by the King. So I will give my life, my all, to love and follow Him

By Keith Getty & Stuart Townend

This has become one of my favorite hymns. I am so thankful for these men of God who are able to put rich words to music. It was wonderful to hear our little congregation sing this celebration of the Gospel for the first time this past Lord's Day.

Carissa

Thanksgiving Day

"We have been the recipients of the choicest bounties of heaven; we have been preserved these many years in peace and prosperity; we have grown in numbers, wealth and power as no other nation has ever grown.

But we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious hand which preserved us in peace and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us, and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that all these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own. Intoxicated with unbroken success, we have become too self-sufficient to feel the necessity of redeeming and preserving grace, too proud to pray to the God that made us.

It has seemed to me fit and proper that God should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged, as with one heart and one voice, by the whole American people. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November as a day of Thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father Who dwelleth in the heavens."

~Abraham Lincoln, Thanksgiving Proclamation

posted by Lydia

Musing...

"It should be no surprise that He wants everything in us. We are all His doing, nothing comes into being, has breath, has anything, without HIM, so it follows that our little deaths and tremendous joys should begin and end with HIM. Thus, the orgin of our daily wars.

"My little wars come and go....I fight on the front lines of desire and longings...I pull myself away with head lowered and a heart aching for the power to believe-- that in giving up all of these games, I will not lose a step (as He withholds no good thing).

"I still hear the enemy's shouts, trying to convince me that my retreat is in vain, yet I have chosen somehow (God only knows that at times it's like bridling a bucking bronco!) to keep silent in my world of feeling and dreams, wishes and desires, and to lay them down at the alter of God, walking away believing there are, indeed, higher stakes in all of this than mere desires.

"We both know that seeking to save one's own life is the very thing Jesus warned us not to do. Christ has never told us to seek what we want, He has told us to seek only Himself! I'm finding that this war will rage, I suspect, until my dying day, but I hold onto the hope that it brings me nearer, dearer, closer to Him."

~Taken from Quest for Love by Elizabeth Elliot

posted by Lydia