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Tuesday, July 27, 2021
It Never Fails to Cheer Me
Tuesday, July 20, 2021
Does God Sing?
If someone asked me, “Does God Sing?” I would tell them He sings when the wind blows through the trees
and when the birds wake up in the morning and chirp. I don’t remember hearing
about God singing.
Then I heard Kim Hopper sing, “When God Sings”
on her CD “I Just Wanted You to Know.”
Following is one of the verses: “The rustling of the wings of
the angels, The hush of the saints bowing down, Losing themselves in sweet
submission, There’s nothing on this earth like the sound . . when God sings.”
The song is written by John Colgin and Christy Sunderland. The last two lines of the chorus say, “When God sings . . . every note and every measure, Dances with His delight . . .in me . . . when God sings.”
I love listening to her sing this song. It wasn’t until this week that I found out there is a scripture verse
that declares that, yes, God does indeed sing! I was in Joni Eareckson Tada’s
devotion book, “Diamonds in the Dust.”
Playing around.
The Hebrew word for “singing” actually means “a ringing cry” with a sense of joy. What a great verse! God sings. Since He is perfect in every way, I will look forward to hearing the beauty of His voice. The Bible tells us that He gave all of His creatures the ability to sing. Job says the angels, who are also called “stars” in Job, can sing.
Tuesday, July 13, 2021
Weary in Thinking
Tuesday, July 6, 2021
My Little Acre
My little acre of land, my little acre of
influence, how well do I know thee? George MacDonald puts it this
way:
This quote has always moved me as I've read it over the years. It certainly
reminds me that I have much to do in my own little sphere of note.
Yes, my little acre is quite enough to fill my time in living for Jesus. I just need to be faithful. Whatever God has given you to do in your little acre, do it faithfully . . . "then we shall see that, instead of needing a larger field, we have left untilled many corners of our single acre, and that none of it is fit for our Master's eyes, were it not for the softening shadow of the cross."
Always Go Up
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