I use to hear this song on the radio all the time. Then they stopped playing it for some reason. Well I always remebered the chorus but could not remeber the verses:
What if I give all?
What will that do?
My child a gift like that could change the world,
Could feed the multitudes.
He didn't close his eyes or turn away
I could see him standing tall
What if I give all?
That was all I could remeber and even just that line is so powerful; What if I give all?
What if I did give all? How would that change the world and would it chang my outlook on people? I don't have an answer yet, but I am praying that God will change my heart so if I do need to give all I will not hold anything back.
IT'S FREEZING!! This morning we had to go somewhere and our driveway was drifted over and plowed shut. And on top of that we couldn't get our van out of the garage because one of our cars were parked in front of it and we couldn't get it started because it was so cold. Thankfully my Mother found someone to plow us out and he was also able to help us move the frozen car. Then we went to the Mall in Rockford, IL. with my Aunt. It was a mad house! We could hardly find a place to park. Then inside was just madness. But we finally got out, and the traffic was crazy even at four o'clock. I guess 'Tis the Season'.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
I Updated the sayings on the side. I get them from the stories for a teens heart book I have.
I just watched Wall-e. It was O.K. I thought it was funny but I didn't see a point in it. The funniest part was the Hello Dolly songs and clips that he plays. I just resently watched hello Dolly and it has turned to be one of my favorites.
I was re-reading "The Last Sin Eater" last week and I came across this quote that really made sense to me. Cadi is thinking about what her Granny used to say to her before she died.
'I remebered how we'd sit on the porch, melting and waiting for the hot summer day to end in the relief of nightfall. I the thankful cool, we'd stare up into the infinite black sky with glitters twinkling while the lightning bugs sparkled like fallen stars in the woods round about us.
In the fall, Granny'd send me off to capture one monarch butterfly from the thousand that migrated. She'd hold the jar a long while just looking at the pretty thing. "From a worm this came. Don't that just beat all?" And then she'd take the top off the jar and watch it flutter away.
First frost had been an event to Granny Forbe, for with it came the high mountains gold and the soft winds that stirred up blizzards of red, pink, orange, and yellow leaves swirling. "The maple's always last to give up its color," she'd always say. The maple that grew near our cabin was like a red blaze against the encroaching winter skies, its leaves like crimson spraks on the dead brown ground.
Granny would sit by the window during winter and look out ant the snow heaping or watch the icicles' slow growth fromthe eaves of the front porch. They'd catch the sunlight and cast a rainbow radiance. Granny was ever hoarding bread crumbs and sending me out to toss them about near the window so that she could watch the towhees, titmice, red cardinals, and the mourning doves foraging for the bits of food in the vast white. During the ice storms and the long bleak nights of winter, she'd tell me mountains were like sleeping giants that'd come awake again soon. "God'll see to it."
And God did. Those mountains always did wake up, without fail. Year after year, the earth came back to life again with what Granny called "God-green." She always said no matter how much you watered, you couldn't get the same color that came with a single rain if the life-bearing water of heaven.
Now I knew why it happened that way, what Granny was trying to show me in words she didn't have. It was no accident, no coincidence, that the seasons came round and round year after year.
It was the Lord speaking to us all and showing us over and over again the birth, life, death and resurrection of his only begotten Son, our Savior, Jesus Christ, our Lord. It was like a best-loved story being told day after day with each sunrise and sunset, year after year with the seasons, down through the ages sinse time began.
I knew after hearing the word of the Lord, I'd never walk anywhere again without seeing Jesus as a babe in the new-green of spring. I'd never see a field in all its glory without thinking how he lived his life for us in the royal robes of evry summer wildflower. I'd ever see the greatness of his love in the beautiful sacrifice in the brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows of fall, and winter white would always speak to me of his death. And then spring again, his resurrection, life eternal.
" Lo, I am with you always." '
This part about the seasons just really made sense to me.
Some one gave me this book called Stories for a Teens Heart. I has many different life situations of teenagers. All of them are testimonies of their lives. I wanted to share this one that really touched me concerning the Awesome intervention of God;
It was a late march afternoon and Anya sat in the car memorizing Bible verses. She did this every week while her little brother, Zeek, had his piano lessons. Her turn would come next, but memorizing meant repeating the verses out loud and that worked best in the car. She was a part of her junior high Bible quiz team and that rewired knowing a psrt of one of the books of the Bible very well. No problem. Anya loved the competition!
Their music teacher lived in a two story house and the piano was upstairs. just before the lesson began, Zeek told his Mom "I want Sissy to listen to my lesson." Mom reminded him that Anya needed the study time, and besides, she had been listening to him practice his piano lesson all week at home. But Zeek was determined, he went down to the car and to Mom's surprise returned with his big sister.
The lesson began. Five minutes later the lesson was abruptly halted by a loud noise out side. Everyone stopped to watch a late-model car speeding away. The lesson rusmed after the teacher reassured them thatit was probably the cars backfire they had heard.
Zeek's hands were barely on the piano when the teacher's husband rushed in: " a gun shot...into the car...shattered the passenger side window in the front seat!" The lesson was over. They hurried down to look. sure enough, there was a bullet lodged in the backrest just where Anya's head had been five minutes earlier.
They all knew immediately. God had used seven-year-old Zeek to save his sister's life. It was a profound moment. Zeek had responded when it hadn't made sense to him or anyone else, and Anya had compliedwith his illogical request.
The two snipers who were driving through the streets of Salem, Oregon, randomly shooting at mailboxes, cars, and houses, were arrested and held on one-million dollar bail. The district attorney asked Anya and Zeek to come to court and tell their story. the young men were sent to prison for five years, but not without hearing how God had protected a seven-year-old and his big sister.
