The Hills of the Lord

I've been neglecting my blog site - haven't posted in a while. I don't really know why other than life just seems to have been taking up all of my time. Funny how that works, isn't it? Well, I was looking through a few of my notebooks, re-reading some of my scribbling and found lyrics to a song (at least I think it is a song) that I started writing a while ago - before life got in my way. I thought sharing what I had written so far might actually help me to complete an unfinished verse. I am hoping that someone will be blessed by the thought... and maybe it was never meant to be completed.


Inspired by the writing of King David.

I Can Lift My Eyes Unto the Hills

Days may come when the sun doesn't shine

Gray clouds hang low and strong winds may blow.

But in every situation,

Every trial and tribulation

I can lift my eyes unto the hills.

I can lift my eys unto the hills of the Lord

His strength is there

To still all my fears.

He will keep me through the sunshine

And through every storm.

When my heart is discouraged

When I'm overcome by fear,

I can lift my eyes unto the hills.

Perhaps the Lord will inspire me to complete the thus far unwritten verse. Until then, I will wait on Him and keep my eyes on the Hills of the Lord. Lord willing I will be more faithful to sharing on my blog.

God has been good to us - recently bringing us through trying times. We have come to appreciate the faithfulness of God. Our church family is growing - a spirit of revival is in every service. God is leading us as we share His Word with a hungry world.

Just A Poem? or A Prayer of Praise?

You Are My Father

Lord God, you are the Mighty One
Great in wisdom…full of knowledge.
You are Right and our only righteousness,
There is none like you.

You know our thoughts and see our deeds
You know all our needs before we are aware of them.
You in your wisdom and knowledge
Know the desires of our heart,
Even as those desires are born in us.

You, who are wise in all things,
Know how to give us good things.
You are the provider of every need
The one from whom all blessings come.

You, in all your wisdom,
Know when to allow us the desire of our heart,
Though it may grieve yours.

You are mighty in power,
Awesome in Glory.
There is truly none like you.

When I consider the heights and depths
Of your love,
I am overwhelmed, to think that you
Would give that love to me.
I have nothing worthy of this gift.

Why would you shower me with your love?
Why would you pour out these gifts on me?
All these questions and more rise up within me,
And yet the only answer I can find….
You are my Father…
I am your child.

Who Do I Look Like?

Never take anything for granted! For instance, you pick up a pen or a pencil and you begin to "doodle", you know just a wiggle, a squiggle here and there, disconnected lines that suddenly take shapes and forms. Not a formal picture, nothing identifiable as yet, but something is taking shape. I have always been a "doodler" and a scribbler. I can be sitting around talking with others or taking notes in a lecture or a Wednesday evening Bible study and suddenly the pen or pencil in my hand begins to move around on the paper in those lines and squiggles. I am still listening but often those squiggles become 'flowers' or a butterfly and sometimes they become scribbles - words take shape in the form of poems, lyrics or a record of thoughts inspired by what I am hearing. Sometimes those scribbles begin and then just end becoming fuzzy and losing shape.

If you think about it, you might discover that our lives are much like those 'doodles' and scribbles. We begin life sort of like an empty sheet of paper and as we grow something begins to take shape on our sheet of paper. Perhaps at first the pen or pencil is in the hands of our parents and other family members, but we soon take the pen and begin to express ourselves. That 'empy sheet of paper' is becoming who we are - the shape of us. Our lives are beginning to be defined, to have purpose, to impact those around us. We are writing our lives daily - growing and becoming. We reach a point in our writing when we don't really know what comes next and the pen begins falter and our 'writing becomes fuzzy and without purpose.

Have you ever been in this spot, feeling fuzzy and without purpose? The book of Genesis (Gen. 1:26-27 and Gen. 5:3) tells us that God created man in His own image. Why? Adam and Eve were never 'empty sheets of paper' to be written upon by parents, family, or friends and certainly they were never intended to shape themselves. They were created - made by the Hand of God - in the image of their Creator. Life for them was perfectly ordered and in perfect harmony with each other, with their environment, and with their Creator until the day they picked up the pen and began to write their own story. We all know what happened then! Life took on fuzzy, jagged edges and they were no longer reflections of their Creator.

I have decided that for me the best place for my sheet of paper and my pen is in the Hand of my Creator. When I allow Him to write my story everything comes into focus, all the jagged edges are smoothed and all the disconnect lines and scribbles take on a shape, the Image of the Creator.