Today is Memorial Day. In my life red geraniums and Memorial Day go together. As a child I would go with my Dad to the cemetery to plant flowers on the grave of my Grandpa. We always planted red geraniums. My Dad said that was the only flower he ever wanted me to put on his grave. A very simple request. So for the past 24 years every Memorial weekend I buy red geraniums and drive to the cemetery where I plant them on my Dad's grave, along with my Grandparent's and my Uncle's graves.
Memorial Day is also the day we honor those who have served our country. My Dad served in the army during the Korean War. So many men and women have served and are serving our country so that we can enjoy the freedom we have today. I am so thankful for the sacrifices they make. They put their lives on line for us. Jesus said "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13.
Jesus is my friend. He laid down is life for me. A hymn comes to mind that was written by Will L. Thompson in 1904.
Jesus is All the World to Me
Jesus is all the world to me, my life, my joy, my all;
He is my strength from day to day, without Him I would fall.
When I am sad, to Him I go, no other one can cheer me so;
When I am sad, He makes me glad, He’s my Friend.
Jesus is all the world to me, my Friend in trials sore;
I go to Him for blessings, and He gives them over and o’er.
He sends the sunshine and the rain, He sends the harvest’s golden grain;
Sunshine and rain, harvest of grain, He’s my Friend.
Jesus is all the world to me, and true to Him I’ll be;
O how could I this Friend deny, when He’s so true to me?
Following Him I know I’m right, He watches o’er me day and night;
Following Him by day and night, He’s my Friend.
Jesus is all the world to me, I want no better Friend;
I trust Him now, I’ll trust Him when life’s fleeting days shall end.
Beautiful life with such a Friend, beautiful life that has no end;
Eternal life, eternal joy, He’s my Friend.
Is Jesus your friend? He is the best friend to have. I pray your Memorial Day is blessed.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Haven't a clue....
This is a new adventure for me. Blogging. I know it's been around for several years and I haven't jumped on the wagon, but I thought I would give it a try. It's kind of intimidating putting my thoughts out here for people to read, but I guess I want to share what the Lord has put on my heart and what He has done in the my life. I have been so blessed. But as the title of the post indicates. I haven't a clue what I'm doing.
I have tossed this idea around for awhile, but what do I call my blog? I know of a blog called "Whispers in the Wind." How cool is that. Another friend has "A Still Small Voice." So as I was driving this morning, I thought of "In the Garden." Gardens are everywhere. Recently I had the pleasure of planting a small garden. My Sweetheart built a raised garden bed for me, so I have planted carrots, lettuce, peppers and tomatoes. I'm very excited to see how it does. We hope it is plentiful so we can donate produce to the Mission of Hope. But if we are going to talk about gardens we need to remember that the Lord planted the very first one.
"And the Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed." Genesis 2:8 Just imagine how perfect and beautiful that garden was. It had to be amazing!
When Jesus went to pray, he went to the Garden of Gethsemane. He sought a peaceful place to be and to call on His Father. "And they came to a place which was named Gethsemane: and he saith to his disciples, Sit ye here, while I shall pray." Mark 14:32
"In The Garden" is also the title of a hymn written by C. Austin Miles in 1912. I remember singing this hymn at the little country church I attended growing up.
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
How wonderful to think of the Lord walking with me and talking to me. To feel His presence daily is what makes each day worthwhile. Peace to you and I pray you feel God's presence in your life.
I have tossed this idea around for awhile, but what do I call my blog? I know of a blog called "Whispers in the Wind." How cool is that. Another friend has "A Still Small Voice." So as I was driving this morning, I thought of "In the Garden." Gardens are everywhere. Recently I had the pleasure of planting a small garden. My Sweetheart built a raised garden bed for me, so I have planted carrots, lettuce, peppers and tomatoes. I'm very excited to see how it does. We hope it is plentiful so we can donate produce to the Mission of Hope. But if we are going to talk about gardens we need to remember that the Lord planted the very first one.
"And the Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed." Genesis 2:8 Just imagine how perfect and beautiful that garden was. It had to be amazing!
When Jesus went to pray, he went to the Garden of Gethsemane. He sought a peaceful place to be and to call on His Father. "And they came to a place which was named Gethsemane: and he saith to his disciples, Sit ye here, while I shall pray." Mark 14:32
"In The Garden" is also the title of a hymn written by C. Austin Miles in 1912. I remember singing this hymn at the little country church I attended growing up.
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
How wonderful to think of the Lord walking with me and talking to me. To feel His presence daily is what makes each day worthwhile. Peace to you and I pray you feel God's presence in your life.
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