Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Treasures for a Rainy Day

As I was driving early one morning, I passed a lush lawn with all the lawn sprinklers going full force. What was unusual about that is that the skies were pouring rain and had been  for a couple of days!

It got me to thinking about Noah. He had a word from God to build an ark on dry ground. For years, Noah preached and warned people of the flood. They laughed and scorned. When the rain came, the Bible says that the fountains of the deep came forth, too. Sort of like those sprinklers in the rain. The water came from both directions at once.

Once a precious young man spoke over me at the house of prayer: "God is storing up treasures in you for a rainy day." I took that to mean the "Day of the Lord" that is prophesied in Joel 2. God says He will send the former and latter rains at the same time. In the last days, when it seems troubles are coming at us from every side, as Jesus warned in Matthew 24, He will also pour out His Spirit on those who are being saved. He will bring in a great harvest of souls.

How exciting that we have been chosen to be alive on the earth at this time in history. Keep praying for those who are coming to the Lord. He is storing up His treasures in them for a rainy day.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Beautiful Weather for a Walk

View from my afternoon walk along the Ohio River

This is the Bible passage the grandchildren are learning this week.

This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.
1 John 4:9-10 NIV

I have been enjoying a daily devotional book by Corrie ten Boom. She wrote:
"Nobody can take away from you those texts from the Bible 
which you have learned by heart."

Monday, September 28, 2015

Autumn Morning

Opening the curtains to the morning light
Out in the backyard I spy
The bright orange leaves of Autumn
Against a brilliant sky.

Rays of sun caress my face,
Fingers of a loving hand.
A tiny bird is trilling her praise
Like a piccolo in Heaven's band.

Leaves scurry along the ground
In the cool refreshing breeze.
God whispers how much He cares
Just to put my mind at ease.

Karen Rice

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Sunday Afternoon Memories

When I was a child, on Sunday afternoons we'd all pile into the car and go for a drive out in the country. At that time Alpharetta was small, but the neighboring communities were tee-niny! While sightseeing in Shakerag, Ocee, Crabapple, or Frogtown, folks we didn't even know would throw up their hand and wave.

Weather was nice in Georgia in the early fall. We were close enough to walk to Sunday night service. We might stop at Brady's filling station and get a bottle of Coke out of the ice-filled cooler. Then we would pause to gaze up through the colorful branches of the row of towering maple trees that lined the church property.

Fifth Sunday night was Hymn Sing. People in the congregation would call out the page number of their favorite hymns. I liked it when we sang in harmony acapella.

The day would end with a family or two dropping by our house for Mother's pound cake and coffee.

On the seventh anniversary of Mother's death, I am especially thankful for family and restful Sunday afternoons.

For You, O God...have given me the heritage of those who fear, revere, and honor Your name.
Psalm 61:5 Amplified

Friday, September 25, 2015

Treasures of Each New Day

A familiar feeling comes over me
about this time of year.
I'm eager to soak up all the rays
Before they disappear.

I love the splash of color
That autumn's frost can bring.
It's the last party of the year
Summer's parting fling,

But there's a sense of loss
When I see the fading flowers.
Like them, I dread the dimness
Of shortened daylight hours.

Yes, I'll enjoy the pumpkins,
The fall festival downtown.
I'll revel in the confetti
of leaves swirling 'round.

Then I have to admit
I wouldn't want it any other way
Than the cycle of the seasons -
Hidden treasures in each new day.

Karen Rice