Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Thankful Tuesday

On this lovely Tuesday, I am thankful for:

~ the amusement of watching the squirrels get fed on our family picnic

 ~ our new pet: a little dwarf hamster Deborah received for her birthday

 ~ relaxing bike rides to the serene park down the street

~ my dear sister who turned 17 years old today.
Happy Birthday, Lauren! 

Psalm 118:24
This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.


What is something you're thankful for on this glorious Tuesday, friend? 

Monday, March 19, 2018

Little Is Much When God Is In It

Little Is Much When God Is in It
By: Kittie Louise Suffield
In the harvest field now ripened, there's a work for all to do;
Hark, the voice of God is calling, to the harvest calling you.
Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame.
There's a crown - and you can win it, if you go in Jesus' name. 

In the mad rush of the broad way, in the hurry and the strife,
Tell of Jesus' love and mercy, give to them the Word of Life. 
Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame.
There's a crown - and you can win it, if you go in Jesus' name. 

Does the place you're called to labor, seem to small and little known?
It is great if God is in it, and He'll not forget His own. 
Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame.
There's a crown - and you can win it, if you go in Jesus' name. 

Are you laid aside from service, body worn from toil and care? 
You can still be in the battle, in the sacred place of prayer. 
Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame. 
There's a crown - and you can win it, if you go in Jesus' name.

When the conflict here is ended and our race on earth is run,
He will say, if we are faithful, "Welcome home, my child - well done!"
Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame.
There's a crown - and you can win it, if you go in Jesus' name. 


One snowy night, Fred Suffield, a Canadian, awoke to an urgent pounding on his door. A half-frozen man reported that a train had stalled in the blizzard, and the freezing snow put all the passengers in danger. Fred followed the man to the train and led the passengers back to his house. Later, one of the passengers named Kittie wrote a thank you note. Fred replied, and Kittie wrote back. Soon, their correspondence led to courtship and then to marriage. Later, Fred and Kittie attended a church in Ottawa, where A.J. Shea was pastor, and gave their lives to the Lord. They entered the ministry of evangelism. One summer they invited the pastor's teenage son, George, to spend a month with them in Westport, Ontario, holding evangelistic meetings. One night, George attempted to sing, accompanied by Kittie on the piano, but his voice cracked on the high notes. He sat down mortified and vowed never to sing again. Howere, Kitting suggested he sing in a lower key. He took her advice and kept singing. In June of 2000, many years later, Billy Graham came to Nashville, Tennessee for a four-night mission. At the reception for the Graham team just before the meetings began, George Shea, 92 years of age at the time, rose to sing. His baritone voice broke into a song that had been written 73 years before by Fred and Kitting: "Little Is Much When God Is in It."  God uses little things in great way. A tiny acorn seed may produce a forest. A spark may ignite a revival. Wherever you are, don't be discouraged in serving the Lord, even if it might seem small. God has amazing things in store for you! 

Psalm 100:2
Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. 


Monday, March 12, 2018

There is a Fountain

There Is a Fountain
By: William Cowper

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains:
Lose all their guilty stains. Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains. 

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away:
Wash all my sins away, wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away. 

Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved to sin no more:
Be saved to sin no more, be saved to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved to sin no more. 

E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die:
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
As I was contemplating this song the other day, I had a new thought. Cleanliness is important. Most people take a shower at least once a day, or every other day. Just as washing dirt and old skin from our physical bodies is important, so is washing sin and filth out of our spiritual lives. The song says, "sinners, plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains." If you can, imagine the cross with a little shower head at the top. As you stand underneath, Jesus' very own blood runs out and washes your heart clean. Sometimes it seems we let our lives become so full that we neglect our daily washing. Soon, our hearts are getting cleansed only once a week, and then it might even turn into once a month. And oh how tragic that is! Jesus is ready and willing to plunge us all underneath his blood so we can be free from impurities. Our world is full of toxins and you will daily come in contact with things that contaminate your heart. Deal with it daily and go to the life-giving flow that Jesus offers so you can be washed white as snow. And so you can be changed from the inside out. Once we are changed from the inside out, we, as God's children, can be rivers for God; for we were not created to be mud puddles. We need to be pouring out His love, kindness, grace, & mercy, to all those around us. Dear friends, allow the sweet, refreshing flow of the Holy Spirit flow through you to everyone you meet.

But now in Christ Jesus ye who sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ. ~Ephesians 6:13

But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin. ~1 John 1:7

I'm praying for you all! 

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

South Florida and Martin County Fair Pig Auction // Update on Thunder


Well, the fairs have ended and both pigs are gone. The South Florida fair was January 17th-20th, and Stormy sold for $4.00 a pound. I didn't take many pictures there, but here are a few. 
Sarah drew this sign for Stormy's cage.

These first three pictures are of Thunder's last day at home before he left for the county fair.

The chickens really liked to hang out with the pigs.

Now here are pictures from the county fair week (2/12 - 2/17).
This piggy weighed the most...350 pounds! Thunder weighed 305 lbs. but the buyers only had to pay up to 280 lbs.

Here's Thunder after being auctioned. He sold for $11.50 a pound! You can imagine how excited we all were for Deborah, but it was very sad to say goodbye. We miss both him and Stormy.
 The goats were fun to watch. Some of them just laid in their pens...

 some slept....

 some tried to take the other goat's food....

and some tried to get out by chewing the wood or climbing on the gate. :)

Deborah also entered one of our chickens in the fair. She won reserved grand champion! 

 Here's the grand champion chicken.

Have you been to a fair before? 

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

God = Love...

 Happy Valentine's Day to all you dear friends!
Do you have any special activities planned for today? If so, I'd love to hear about them in the comment section!   Today I'm sharing a post that has been on my heart. I pray it will encourage you. 

Lately, I've been realizing how detrimental fear can be in our lives. Some people fear death, others fear making big decisions, others fear the future, and some fear having close friendships/relationships with others outside family. Those are just a few of the many fears people have. And guess what? Fear comes from Satan. Jesus is the author of beauty, peace, joy, and order. Satan is the author of fear, confusion, distress, and chaos. Fear is a prison that torments your soul. Once inside, Satan throws darts of doubt, discouragement, and dismay to try to make you fall. But he just doesn't want you to fall - he wants you to stay down and wallow in your fear and distresses. And that is totally opposite of what God wants. He came and died to set you free from all bondage and longs to rescue the fearful heart. Remember what 2 Timothy 1:7 says: "For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."
Jesus loves and treasures you way too much to abandon you in any situation. 
1 John 4:18-19 ~ "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. We love him, because he first loved us."
Over and over and over in the Scriptures, God instructs us not to fear.  Our Saviour is love and fear has NO place in love. It does not belong.  God can't reign as king of your heart if fear is sitting on the throne. It will not only steal you joy, but will also hinder you from being fully used by God. So today, dear heart, if you are fearful, give your worries and fears to God because He is big enough to handle them. And He desperately wants to take that burden away. Then replace it with faith. Don't let fear rule your heart, but instead allow the peace of God to fill you. Even though you may not see what comes next or know what God has planned for your future, you can have total peace knowing that He knows. For after all, we walk by faith and not by sight. It can be helpful to find some verses about fear and memorize them. That way when the enemy comes with his fiery darts, you can combat them with God's word. 
The more we fill our hearts and minds with God's word, prayer, and praise, the less room we'll have for Satan's deception that is designed to distract us from the One who loves us extravagantly.  Never forget that you are SO LOVED by the Creator! 

Psalm 34:4-8 ~ "I sought the Lord, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears. They looked unto him, and were lightened: and their faces were not ashamed. This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles. The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them. O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.

Lamentations 3:22-24 ~ "It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him."

Isaiah 41:10 ~ "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness." 


Lord, You are love, and we are Your children,
Called to Your family, drawn to Your heart. 
One with Your Son, our goal is Your glory. 
We live to prove how loving You are! 

Father Creator, Shepherd and Savior,
Ever within You guide and renew. 
Help us to follow, trusting Your spirit,
Spending our days completely in You.  

Lord, You are love and patience and kindness,
Glad to forgive, so eager to bless. 
You give Your all in joyful abandon.
Help us, O Lord, to do nothing less! 

Father Creator, Shepherd and Savior,
Ever within You guide and renew.
Help us to follow, trusting Your spirit,
Spending our days completely in You.

* "Lord, You Are Love" *

And to close this post, I'll leave you with the words of this beautifully sweet hymn: 

Loved with everlasting love, 
Led by grace that love to know;
Spirit, breathing from above,
Thou hast taught me it is so. 
Oh, this full and perfect peace!
Oh, this transport all divine! 
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His, and He is mine.

Things that once were wild alarms
Cannot now disturb my rest;
Closed in everlasting arms, 
Pillowed on the loving breast.
Oh, to lie forever here,
Doubt and care and self resign,
While He whispers in my ear,
I am His, and He is mine.

His forever, only His:
Who the Lord and me shall part? 
Ah, with what a rest of bliss
Christ can fill the loving heart. 
Heaven and earth may fade and flee,
Firstborn light in gloom decline;
But, while God and I shall be, 
I am His, and He is mine.

* "Loved With Everlasting Love" *

Dear friends, may the Lord richly bless you with His love today. 

with love in Jesus,

Jeremiah 31:3 ~ "The Lord hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love; therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee."

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Abide With Me

Abide with Me
By: Henry Francis Lyte
Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide. 
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide! 
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me! 

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day.
Earth's joys grow dim; Its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou, who changest not, abide with me! 

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? 
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be? 
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. 

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? 
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 


From his childhood, Henry suffered with asthma. However, that did not stop him from his studies and earning a Doctorate from Trinity College in Dublin, Ireland. After graduation, he and his wife, Anne, settled in the fishing village of Lower Brixham, Devonshire, England at the age of thirty-one. Although he was frail, Henry Lyte provided constant encouragement and spiritual food to his flock, which was comprised of fishermen and soldiers from a nearby garrison. Dr. Lyte, who was well-loved for his caring ways and kind words, frequently ignored his own infirmities and ailments to preach and visit the sick. He was reported to have coined the phrase: "It is better to wear out than to rust out." Sadly, in the late 1840s, his physician told him he was suffering from tuberculosis and didn't have long to live. Soon he made plans to move to the warmer climate of Rome, Italy. On his last Sunday, September 4, 1847, he spoke about the need for his congregation to prepare for the time when they would have to meet God. After he was finished, Henry returned to his study where he penned the beautiful hymn, "Abide With Me." Later that evening, he handed the hymn to a relative and prepared for his journey to Italy. After the trip across the English Channel and a carriage ride through the French countryside, Henry Lyte reached Nice, France. He was so weak after the journey, he was confined to his hotel bed. A few weeks later on November 20, 1847, Henry Lyte died. An English clergyman, Rev. Manning, attended him during his final hours. Henry's last words were, "Peace! Joy!" He was buried at the English cemetery at Nice. 
When the news of his death reached Birxham, the fishermen asked Henry's son-in-law, who was also a minister, to hold a memorial service. It was there that "Abide With Me" was first sung.  This hymn has been translated into dozens of languages and has been meaningful and encouraging to believers throughout the ages. 


Dear friends, I hope you all had a blessed Lord's day and have a wonderfully good and godly week! 


Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. ~John 15:4

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. Psalm 91:1

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Thankful Tuesday

Today I am thankful for: 
-beauty God has created

 -stunning skies

-warm campfires on cold nights

-watching the sun rise with Sarah, Daddy, and Deborah (on 1/20) right before Sarah left for college 

Today, what are you thankful for, friends? 

Sunday, January 21, 2018

He Leadeth Me

He Leadeth Me
By: Joseph H. Gilmore

He leadeth me, O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught! 
What e'er I do, what e'er I be, still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. 
He leadeth me, He leadeth me, by His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be, for by His hand He leadeth me.

Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters still, o'er troubled sea, still 'tis His hand that leadeth me. 
He leadeth me, He leadeth me, by His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be, for by His hand He leadeth me.

Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content whatever lot I see, since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, He leadeth me, by His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be for by His hand He leadeth me. 

And when my task on earth is done, when my Thy grace the victory's won,
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, since God through Jordan leadeth me. 
He leadeth me, He leadeth me, by His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be, for by His hand He leadeth me. 
Dr. Joseph H. Gilmore, son of a Governor of New Hampshire, gave this account of writing his famous hymn:

"As a young man recently graduated..., I was supplying for a couple of Sundays the pulpit of the First Baptist Church in Philadelphia. At the mid-week service, on the 26th of March, 1862, I set out to give the people an exposition of the twenty-third Psalm, which I had given before on three or four occasions, but this time I did not get further than the words "he leadeth me." Those words took hold of me as they had never done before, and I saw in them a significance...of which I had never dreamed.

It was the darkest hour of the Civil War. I did not refer to that fact - that is, I don't think I did - but it may subconsciously have led me to realize that God's leadership is the one significant fact in human experience, that it makes no difference how we are led, or whither we are led, so long as we are sure God is leading us. 

At the close of the meeting, a few of us in the parlor of my host, Deacon Watson, kept on talking about the thought I had emphasized; and then and there, on a blank page of the brief from which I had intended to speak, I penciled the hymn, talking and writing at the same time, then handed it to my wife and thought no more about it. She sent it to "The Watchman and Reflector," a paper published in Boston, where it was first printed. I did not know until 1865 that my hymn had been set to music by William B. Bradbury. I went to Rochester to preach as a candidate before the Second Baptist Church. Going into their chapel...I picked up a hymnal to see what they were singing, and opened it at my own hymn, "He Leadeth Me."

"Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows." ~Luke 12:6-7

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake." ~Psalm 23:2-3

Have a sweet Lord's day, friends.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Praise Ye the Lord, the Almighty

Praise Ye the Lord, the Almighty
By: Joachim Neander 

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear, now to his temple draw near;
Join me in glad adoration!

Praise to the Lord, who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings, yes, so gently sustaineth!
Hast Thou not seen how all thy longings have been
Granted in what He ordaineth? 

Praise to the Lord! O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him. 
Let the amen sound from His people again:
Gladly for aye we adore Him. 

Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper Thy work and defend thee;
Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee.
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do, 
If with his love He befriend thee.

Joachin Neander, born in 1650, wrote this hymn. His father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-great-grandfather had all been preachers, but as a student, Joachin was rebellious and wild. At age 20, he joined a group of students who descended on St. Martin's Church to ridicule the worshipers. But the sermon that Rev. Theodore Under-Eyck preached convicted him and led to his conversion. A few years later, he became the assistant pastor at that church. 
Joachim would often take long walks (he called them worship walks) near his home in Hochdal, Germany.  He composed hymns as he strolled, singing them to the Lord. He was the first hymnwriter from the Calvinist branch of Protestantism. When he was 30 years old, he wrote this hymn while battling tuberculosis; he died from it that year. 

Have a wonderful, good and godly week!

1 Chronicles 16:25
For great is the Lord, and greatly to be praise: he also is to be feared above all gods.