In My Arms by Plumb with LYRICS

Your baby blues, so full of wonder
Your curly cues, your contagious smile
And as I watch, you start to grow up
All I can do is hold you tight

Knowing clouds will rage in
Storms will race in
But you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash around
But you will be safe in my arms

Storybooks are full of fairy tales
Of kings and queens
And the bluest skies
My heart is torn just in knowing
You'll someday see
The truth from lies

When the clouds will rage in
Storms will race in
But you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash around
But you will be safe in my arms

Castles they might crumble
Dreams may not come true
You are never all alone
Cause I will always
Always love you

Clouds will rage in
Storms will race in
But you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash around
But you will be safe in my arms

Colossians1:9-11

For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you. We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all the wisdom and understanding that the Spirit gives, 

10 so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, 

11 being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, 

12 and giving joyful thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of his holy people in the kingdom of light. 

13 For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, 

14 in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.

"Without morals a republic cannot subsist any length of time; they therefore who are decrying the Christian religion…are undermining the solid foundation of morals, the best security for the duration of free governments".

Charles Carroll, signer of the Declaration of Independence

Philippians 4:6-7

Psalm 27

Happy New Year 2019

But I am trusting in you, oh Lord, saying,"You are my God!' My future is in Your hands.

She Laughed- Dana Parish

For a princess and her Daddy. 30 years ago today....I miss you Dad

Sweetie, let me tell you a story

A little fairytale just for you
About a princess and her daddy:

She was flyin' on her magic carpet
A little stardust in her hair
Till her daddy took the lead
And he said follow me up to the moon
I promise we will be there soon
And we can dance and play all through the night

And she laughed every time she cried
She could feel you lift her up
All your love she has inside
She laughed throughout her life
She could hear the words you said
As you tucked her into bed, goodnight.

Baby, you'll grow up in a heartbeat
The boys will stand in line
All waitin' just for you
And I know you'll be home past midnight
Just creepin' up the stairs
But I'll be waitin' there for you

One thing you should always know
Is I will always love you so
You will always be my little girl

And she laughed every time she cried
She could feel you lift her up

Take it from me, I'm a daddy's girl too
His whole world stops when I walk into the room
There's no greater love and there's no in between

Now she laughs every time she cries
She can feel you lift her up
All your love she has, she has inside
She laughed throughout her life
She could hear the words you said
As you tucked her into bed, goodnight

Goodnight my angel, goodnight my darlin'
Goodnight, goodnight my love, goodnight..

Songwriters: Hollander, Andrew / Parish, Dana

She Laughed lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

All for the Life of Me

A Prayer For My Children

True story

True story.

"For God so loved the world that he gave His only begotten son,  that  who so ever believes in him will have everlasting life".

You Say...God Says....

You say: It's impossible 

God says: All things are possible
 Luke 18:27

You say: 'I'm too tired'
God says: I will give you rest
 Matthew 11:28-30

You say: 'Nobody really loves me'
God says: I love you
John 3:16

You say: 'I can't go on'
God says: My grace is sufficient
II Corinthians 12:9 
Psalm 91:15

You say:  'I can't figure things out'
God says: I will direct your steps
Proverbs 3:5-6

You say: 'I can't do it'
God says: You can do all things
Philippians 4:13. 

You say: 'I'm not able'
God says: I am able
II Corinthians 9:8

You say: 'It's not worth it'
God says: It will be worth it
Roman 8:28 

You say: 'I can't forgive myself'
God says: I Forgive you
I John 1:9 
 Romans 8:1

You say: 'I can't manage'
God says: I will supply all your needs
Philippians 4:19

You say: 'I'm afraid'
God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear
 II Timothy 1:7

You say: 'I'm always worried and frustrated'
God says: Cast all your cares on ME
I Peter 5:7

You say: 'I feel all alone'
God says: I will never leave you or forsake you
Hebrews 13:5

The King and the Poisened Well

Today's life line has to do with trail blazing, walking the road less traveled, and doing what is right despite the difficulty.

The following parable was written by an unknown author. There are several versions of it on the web and I have taken the liberty to adapt a version here for your consumption. Hope you enjoy.

THE KING & THE POISONED WELL

There was once a wise king who ruled over a vast kingdom. He was feared for his might and loved for his wisdom. Now in the heart of the city, there was a well with pure and crystalline waters from which the king and all the inhabitants drank. When all were asleep, three witches entered the city and poured seven drops of a strange liquid into the well. They said that henceforth all who drink this water shall become mad.

The next day, all the people drank of the water, but not the king. And the people began to say, "The king is mad and has lost his reason. Look how strangely he behaves. We cannot be ruled by a madman, so he must be dethroned."

The king grew very fearful, for his subjects were preparing to rise against him. He had a difficult choice: risk being destroyed by his beloved subjects or drink from the poisoned well and become mad like them. So that evening, he ordered a golden goblet to be filled from the well, and he drank deeply. The next day, there was great rejoicing among the people, for their beloved king had finally regained his reason.

--Author Unknown

How many times in your life have you allowed yourself to do what is ordinary for the sake of comfort? Some people drink poison every day just to fit in with the crowd.

Well they say that the path of the righteous is narrow and long. It is beset by all sorts of obstacles, barriers, and evils that threaten to knock you off of the path. If you value your social role, status, possessions, relationships, or even your own life more than righteousness, then you will go the way of the king in the parable. You will drink from the well again and again in life. However, if you will risk standing out, risk being different, risk it all for love of righteousness, there is a greater reward.

Let your light shine and dim it for no one and nothing. You only have one life to live and one chance to get it right.

source:  http://manueljwbpsyd.blogspot.com/2010/04/parable-of-king-and-poisoned-well.html

What happened to Christmas

This year, let us try to remember the baby that was so adored. His name is Jesus. He died for our sin Open your hearts and let Jesus in. On this Christmas morning step away from the norm, and please, please remember our savior was born. Have a blessed Christmas.

Bethlehemian Rhapsody (with lyrics)

John Denver The Box 1973

This poem The Box was written about 1912 by Lascellas Ambercrombie -

Kindly Do Not Touch.

Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye,
around about the wondrous days of yore,
they came across a kind of box,

bound up with chains and locked with locks

and labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war."

A decree was issued round about, and all with a flourish and a shout 

and a gaily-colored mascot tripping lightly on before. 

Don't fiddle with this deadly box, or break the chains, or pick the locks. 

And please don't ever play about with war.

The children understood. Children happen to be good

and they were just as good around the time of yore. 

They didn't try to pick the locks or break into that deadly box.

They never tried to play about with war. 

Mommies didn't either; sisters, aunts, grannies neither. 

They were quiet, and sweet, and pretty in those wondrous days of yore. 

Well, very much the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow

 for opening up that deadly box of war.

But someone did. Someone battered in the lid.

and spilled the insides out across the floor. A kind of bouncy, bumpy ball 

made up of guns and flags and all the tears, and horror,
and death that comes with war.

It bounced right out and went bashing all about,
bumping into everything in store. 

And what was sad and most unfair was that it didn't really seem to care 

much who it bumped, or why, or what.....or for.

It bumped the children mainly. And I'll tell you this quite plainly,

it bumps them every day and more, and more, and leaves them dead,
and burned, and dying, thousands of them sick and crying. 

Cause when it bumps, it's really very sore.

Now there's a way to stop the ball. It isn't difficult at all. 

All it takes is wisdom, and I'm absolutely sure
that we can get it back into the box,and bind the chains, and lock the locks. 

But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.

Well, that's the way it all appears,
cause it's been bouncing round for years and years.

In spite of all the wisdom 'wiz since those wondrous days of yore 

and the time they came across the box, bound up with chains

and locked with locks, and labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war."

Chicago_When All the Laughter Color My World

                                                                                                                                                              "When All The Laughter Dies In Sorrow"

When all the laughter dies in sorrow

And the tears have risen to a flood
When all the wars have found a cause
In human wisdom and in blood
Do you think they'll cry in sadness
Do you think the eye will blink
Do you think they'll curse the madness
Do you even think they'll think
When all the great galactic systems
Sigh to a frozen halt in space
Do you think there will be some remnant
Of beauty of the human race
Do you think there will be a vestige
Or a sniffle or a cosmic tear
Do you think a greater thinking thing
Will give a damn that man was here

Ryan Stevenson - Eye of the Storm

In the eye of the storm, You remain in control
And in the middle of the war, You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me in the eye of the storm

A Wedding Prayer- Marisa & Ben- 10-16-2017

 

Heavenly Father and Great God,

We thank you that your hand and your will has guided and led us to this day. We gather to celebrate the love and commitment of Marisa and Ben, as they share their first meal together as husband and wife.

We pray that you will give Your Holy blessing today upon their marriage, and ask that You continue to bless them with Your love and mercy throughout their lives together.

We ask that you bless this food, and pray it be the  first of many loving meals they share together with their family and friends, and we ask that Marisa and Ben will always be blessed by Your amazing grace.

We thank you that we may come before you to pray and ask these things  in the sweet name of your son Jesus through whom we are granted our salvation. Amen

You're Going To Miss It

Michelle Zunter

One day you're going to miss it. One day there will be a peaceful silence while you go to the bathroom instead of small hands busting through the door or someone wailing bloody murder outside with an owie until you jump off the toilet holding your pants in a panic.

One day you'll miss the frantic desperation of never catching up because one day everything will catch up. Your children will grow up and you will eventually get a decent break. One day.

So savor the good times now, right? Not so easy. But I tell myself all the time that one day you're going to miss it.

This is the thing I tell myself day in and day out when I'm on the verge of losing my sh*t. This mantra keeps me going because no matter how cliche it sounds, it's true. I need this running thought in my head especially now as summer break has peeked through the curtains, ready and waiting for the show (circus).

One day there won't be baskets of laundry overflowing with play clothes, gym clothes, or uniforms. One day there won't be endless piles of dishes in the sink. 

And you're going to miss it.

You're going to miss someone needing you all the time. You're going to miss being called out for maybe a hundred times a day for all things great and small.

One day there won't be anyone around to worry about entertaining on school breaks because they'll have their own lives, friends, and passions.

That life you think you can't wait for now — perhaps for time alone with your spouse, time alone with yourself — or just some time period — will come and then it will all be done. All the irritation over mud on the floor, stains on the carpet or messy rooms never cleaned will be washed away with the tides of life.

So maybe you can't muster the feelings of cherishing the moment with your loud, messy, chatty children today, but it does help to keep in mind that this day will pass and one day you are going to miss it.

One day you're going to miss dropping them off or picking them up from school. You're going to miss their scrunched up, disgusted faces when they see what you've made for dinner. You're going to miss being called into their room for the 10th time asking for a glass of water, another hug, a 3rd story, or to excitedly tell you the sudden revelation they just had.

You're going to miss all those endless questions because — guess what? — for a time they do think you know everything. This won't last forever, of course.

One day they won't be asking you to look at everything they do every minute of the day. One day they won't be constantly seeking your approval. One day, they will hopefully have the confidence to do most things without you.

So, the next time you feel like screaming, yelling, or running out the door because no one is listening to you about cleaning up, just tell yourself that there will come a time when you will miss all of this maddening, beautiful chaos. It might help a little to ease your sense of hopelessness on those particularly hectic days that are not so kind to your sanity.

While it may not be possible to fully enjoy all the moments that come to you as a parent, it's definitely possible to know that one day you will miss this.

Slipping Through My Fingers

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Birthday Reflection

Paul Anka - Sunrise, Sunset

My Father-Daughter dance at my wedding. Thinking of you Daddy.

Isn't She Lovely

Isaiah 40

Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Isaiah 40:28‭-‬31 NIV