Monday, April 30, 2012

We’re God’s Idea


‘I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well.  Psalm 139:14”

We’re God’s idea.  His face.  His eyes.  His hands.  His touch.  We are him!

Look deeply into the face of every human being on earth and you’ll see his likeness.  Though some appear to be distant relatives, they’re not.  God has no cousins, only children. 

You aren’t an accident or an incident; you’re a gift to the world.  A divine work of art—signed by God.

One of the best gifts I ever received is a football jersey signed by thirty former professional quarterbacks.  For all I know it was bought at a discount sports store.  What makes it unique are the signatures.

The same is true with us.  What makes us special is not our body, but the signature of God on our lives.  We’re his works of art, created in his image.

Significant, not because of what we do, but because of whose we are!

‘I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well.  Psalm 139:14”

another from Max Lucado!

Friday, April 27, 2012

“As far as the east is from the west, So far has He removed our transgressions from us. 
Psalm 103:12”






Home Sweet Home

Wednesday I spent the night at the Fulton's so that JP could have surgery performed on his knee...ouch. The babies are so precious and the time went quickly but it reminds me that as we get older......there really is No Place Like Home, Dorothy!

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

“Happy is the person whose sins are forgiven, whose wrongs are pardoned. Psalm 32:1

One year my brother got a BB gun for Christmas.  We spent the afternoon shooting at an archery target.  When he decided to try it looking over his shoulder, he missed.  He also missed the storehouse behind the target and the fence behind the storehouse.  We had no idea where that BB went.


Our neighbor across the alley knew!  He was at our back fence asking who’d shot the BB gun and who was going to pay for his sliding glass door.  I disowned my brother, changed my last name and claimed to be a visitor from Canada.  My father, more noble than I, said, “Yes, these are my children and I’ll pay for their mistakes.”

Christ says the same about you.  He knows you miss the target.  He knows you can’t pay for your mistakes.  But he can.

And since he loves you—he did!

Does Max Lucado have a way with words or what ?

Monday, April 23, 2012