From a sigh to praise, read aloud hymns from yesterday

When my mind needs to be renewed, with a good theme. I open up before my eyes, very old hymns published in 1845. Hope, finds it’s place again, my countenance changes, and my heart becomes light.

Who wants a song of sighs anyway? We need God to change our melodies. Tell me, if you agree, these words written long ago, spoken aloud, or sung, have power to change our sighs into praise. They bring to the Psalm a powerful paraphrase.

(There’s an interesting note, in Psalms, Hymns, Spiritual Songs, of the Rev. Isaac Watts, D.D. 1845. It has included  a letter in front of the hymn’s stanzas for some “Direction for Expression.” For example, P means Slow and soft, and E for simply soft. The letter G means to produce a reading Slow and loud.

(p 1  directs for a slow and soft reading), My God, how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase!—Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace.

eThe lying tempter would persuade, There’s no relief in heaven; And all my swelling sins appear too big to be forgiven.

—3 But thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread; Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 

e 4 I cried, and from his holy hill He bowed a listening ear; I called my Father and my God; And he subdued my fear. (1)

We have in this present day, similar feelings of fear and dread, but the unchanging God is the same always, “bowing a listening ear.” How comforting to know the God we love, cares.

Let the words of Psalm 3 ring well in our hearts. In this dark world of sadness, God gives us His word to express the great struggles.

Lord, how they have increased who trouble me!
Many are they who rise up against me.
 Many are they who say of me,
“There is no help for him in God.” Selah (2)

 Amplified inserts: “pause, and think of that.”

5He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I ‘woke and wondered at the grace, That guarded my repose.

g 6( to be read slow and loud),  What though the host of death and hell, All armed, against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God.

Speak it, believe it. Faith helps us to face it all. Psalm 3 will end our devotion with a victor’s call:

But You, O Lord, are a shield for me,
My glory and the One who lifts up my head.
 I cried to the Lord with my voice,
And He heard me from His holy hill. Selah

“Pause, and think of that!”

(1) C.M. Canterbury of Psalm 3, in Psalms, Hymns, Spiritual Songs, of the Rev. Isaac Watts, D.D. 1845.

(2) Psalm 3, NKJV.



“Led by grace that love to know . . . I am His and He is mine”

“Loved with Everlasting love, led by grace that love to know. . .”

The Hymn by George Robinson, I Am His, and He is Mine, 1876, is especially speaking to my heart as I sit on a couch in 2018, reading the words aloud.

This world seems to coldly whirl by and grab, push, and shove, but this timeless hymn carries me, as if “grace” took my hand out of anxiety and stress, and an impossible mess, to remind me, I’m Loved with everlasting love,
Led by grace that love to know;
Gracious Spirit 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.”

How my frame is weak and my heart grows weary, thoughts of doubt and terror flood in, “I can’t do this. I’ll never make it through. There is nothing left for me to do. Temptations to escape and lose this race flood to my view.

But, the Spirit breathing from above, saves me from inner turmoil, time and time again. My Rescuer, my Comforter, my present Help in need, the Spirit of the living God, He does “fall afresh on me.”

This new day, the Spirit says, “Rise,” open the hymnal. Though sitting on my living room couch, I feel as if carried to view the beauties and the healing powers of creation. Increased faith helps to lift my eyes:

“Heav’n above is softer blue,
Earth around is sweeter green;
Something lives in every hue
Christless eyes have never seen;
Birds with gladder songs o’erflow,
Flow’rs with deeper beauties shine,
Since I know, as now I know,
I am His, and He is mine;
Since I know, as now I know,
I am His, and He is mine.”

Scriptures suddenly flood my mind, washing the filth of the faithless world away: Be still and know that I am God. (1)

You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you. (2)

In Your presence is fullness of joy; In Your right hand there are pleasures forever. (3)

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. (4)

Hymns and the word build faith like no other. God hears our prayers and leads us to sing. He wants us to remember, . . .

Him: “Things that once were wild alarms
Cannot now disturb my rest,
Closed in everlasting arms,
Pillowed on His 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.”

“Dear Lord Jesus, teach me to number my days, that I walk as a child of the living God, not as if orphaned and restless. Today, let me put my hand in Yours, Father,  and let You lead me with joy and hope, because You provide all I need for all my tomorrows, as the Spirit leads my eyes above the hills, and my heart sings, I am Yours Lord, and You are mine, today, tomorrow, for all of time.

Amen, Amen. And Amen again and again.


(1) Psalm 46:10

(2) Isaiah 26:3

(3) Psalm 16:11b,

(4) NASBPsalm 23:4,5


The only aircraft over American skies that day flew Billy Graham to speak to a hurting nation

After our nation was attacked with horrific terror, with many innocent lives lost, the choice was made to have Rev. Billy Graham speak on Sept. 14, 2001.

Allowance was made that a sole aircraft fly that day.

Today, I look back at the words Billy Graham had to say, in that, still today, hearts continue to be shattered with news of terror and loss. How do we continue? How do we find a way?

Billy Graham stood before the nation,
“We come together today to affirm our conviction that God cares for us, whatever our ethnic, religious or political background may be. The Bible says that He is ‘the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles.’

No matter how hard we try, words cannot express the horror, the shock and the revulsion we all feel over what took place in this nation on Tuesday  morning . . .

But today we come together in this service to confess our need of God. We’ve always needed God from the very beginning of this nation. But today we need Him especially. We’re involved in a new kind of warfare. And we need the help of the Spirit of God.

The Bible says, ‘God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and mountains fall into the heart of the sea.’

But how do we understand something like this? Why does God allow evil like this to take place? Perhaps that is what you are asking. You may even be angry at God. I want to assure you that God understands these feelings that you may have.

We’ve seen so much that brings tears to our eyes and makes us feel a sense of anger. But God can be trusted, even when life seems at its darkest.

What are the lessons we can learn?

First, we are reminded of the mystery and reality of evil. I have been asked hundreds of times why God allows tragedy and suffering. I have to confess that I do not know the answer.  I have to accept, by faith, that God is sovereign, and that He is a God of love and mercy and compassion in the midst of suffering.

The Bible says God is not the Author of evil. In 1 Thessalonians 2:7 the Bible talks about the mystery of iniquity. the Old Testament Prophet Jeremiah said, ‘The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure.’

The lesson of this even is not only about the mystery of iniquity and evil, but second, it’s about our need for each other.

What an example New York and Washington have been to the world these past few days! None of us will forget the pictures of our courageous firefighters and police, or the hundreds of people standing patiently in line to donate blood . . .

Finally, difficult as it may be for us to see right now, this event can give a message of hope—hope for the present and hope for the future.
Yes, there is hope. There is hope for the present because the stage, I believe, has already been set for a new spirit in our nation.

We desperately need a spiritual renewal in this country, and God has told us in His Word, time and time that we need to repent of our sins and return to Him, and He will bless us in a new way.

There also is hope for the future because of God’s promises. As a Christian, I have hope, not just for this life, but for heaven and the life to come. And many of those people who died this past week are in heaven now. And they wouldn’t want to come back. It’s so glorious and so wonderful. That is the hope for all of us who put our faith in God. I pray that you will have this hope in your heart.

This event reminds us of the brevity and uncertainty of life. We never know when we too will be called into eternity. I doubt if those people who got on those planes or who walked into the world Trace Center or the Pentagon on Tuesday thought that it would be the last day of their lives. And that’s why we each must face our own spiritual need and commit ourselves to God and His will.

Here in this majestic National Cathedral we see all around us the symbol of the cross. For the Christian, the cross tells us that God understands our sin and our suffering, for He took them upon Himself in the Person of Jesus Christ. From the cross God declares, ‘I love you. I know the heartaches and the sorrows and the pain that you feel. But I love you.’

The story does not end with the cross, for Easter points us beyond the tragedy of the cross to the empty tomb. It tells us that there is hope for eternal life, for Christ conquered evil and death and hell. Yes, there is hope.

I’ve become an old man now, and I’ve preached all over the world. And the older I get, the more I cling to that hope that I started with many years ago.

Several years ago at the National Prayer Breakfast here in Washington, Ambassador Andrew Young closed his talk with a quotation from the old hymn, ‘How Firm a Foundation.’

This week we watched in horror as planes crashed into the steel and glass and the World Trade Center. Those majestic towers, built on solid foundations, were examples of prosperity and creativity. When damaged, those building plummeted to the ground, imploding in upon themselves. Yet, underneath the debris, is a foundation that was not destroyed. Therein lies the truth of that hymn, ‘How Firm a Foundation.’

Yes, our nation has been attacked, buildings destroyed, lives lost. But now we have a choice: whether to implode and disintegrate emotionally and spiritually as a people and a nation; or to choose to become stronger through all of this struggle, to rebuild a solid foundation.

And I believe that we are starting to rebuild on that foundation. That foundation is our trust in God. And in that faith, we have the strength to endure something as difficult and horrendous as what we have experienced this week. This has been a terrible week with many tears.

But it also has been a week of great faith. In that hymn, ‘How Firm a Foundation,’ the words say, ‘Fear not, I am with thee; O be not dismayed, For I am thy God, and will give thee aid; I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.’

My prayer today is that we will feel the loving arms of God wrapped around us and that as we trust in Him we will know in our hearts that He will never forsake us.

We know also that God will give wisdom and courage and strength to the President and those around him. And this will be a day that we will remember as a day of Victory.

May God bless you all.”

(2 Cor. 1:3-4, Ps. 46: 1-2, Jeremiah 17:9)

This man was flown in to speak words to a nation of broken and bleeding hearts, Sept 14, 20o1. In light of terror in a Florida High School, Feb. 14, 2018, and many other tragedies since that event in 2001—in honor of Billy Graham, in remembrance of his simple, yet courageous messages, I pray his words bring comfort and hope.

I am comforted, and am thankful for they words of the hymn he encouraged us with: Fear not, I am with thee; O be not dismayed, For I am thy God, and will give thee aid; I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

He’s got a hold on us. In Him, we must trust. Amen.



A Present Help During the Storm


During times of a storm, great waves bring on fear and distress. Loss brings about heartbreak and pain brings about loss of breath. How do we ride above the waves? What does the Word of God have to say?

Whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things,” Philippians 4:8.

What’s true? What’s noble? Where is the good report? There is only One who stands and rises above this test. He is Jesus. He is the One who is lovely. He is valiant and noble. He is a giver of life.  He offers His Spirit to minister to us.

Call on His name. Weep in His arms. He is able to bring violent waves to a still and calm. How? I don’t know. But He is faithful. He has touched me in the past, and He is here right now.

I write so I can remember, even in times of darkness,  “Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves you. Yes, Jesus loves. Yes, Jesus.”

My eyes and my ears, become flooded with worldly realities, and my thoughts repeat them back to myself. Stress and distress is only magnified, until I cry out His name, and wait.

He is here. He is there. By my side. He’s with us now. That is why I love Him so much. Yesterday, and today, and no matter what comes. He is present. He is all powerful. He knows everything.  His love is supernatural.

So, I look for words, and He reminds my restless heart, “Look at old hymns and Psalms.” I open the hymnal, with barely the desire, but I obey, because He is my Lord.

And He lifts me out of my dark thoughts, and He lifts me out of doors:

This is my Father’s world,
And to my list’ning ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas—
His hand the wonders wrought.

He’s opened my eyes to see the wonder of His skies, and somehow my heart is intent to read on, and stop thinking of earthly things that prove to break me down:

This is my Father’s world:
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world:
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.

My Good Shepherd has presently “made me to lie down.” Not in terror and darkness but on a pasture of green. He is present. He is with me.

He warned us. He did. But did we have any idea that “tribulation” would look like this? In this world you will have tribulation, but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33).

I read aloud the words that flow next:

This is my Father’s world:
Oh, let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world,
The battle is not done:
Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.

There is only One that is good, and that is God. Oh, how we need Him now. To flood our thoughts and help our hearts beat. He is the Lord. I can rejoice in Him.

Jesus said, in His love letter for us, knowing that we would face trouble and loss:  “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live.  And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?”

John 11:25 and 26, are beyond our comprehension. But with every ounce of my being, I reply, “Yes, Lord. I believe this.”

And for that reason I can, right now, presently, in the midst of waves and darkness,”Rejoice in the Lord.”

Phil. 3:1 reminds me that, this “is a safeguard for you.”

“Speak in psalms and hymns,” God’s word says, so aloud I speak the greatest of all comfort songs:

The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
 He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
 He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.

 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord

We might not be happy about the current affairs, but we can always find refuge in the presence of our Lord. I will quiet my restless heart and stop to rejoice, in the King of my heart, and the lover of my life.

Together in weakness we might be, but He will give us breath. He is our Victory. He brings day in our dark night.

This is My Father’s World, Maltbie Babcock.

Psalm 23. The Holy Bible.


Before God “parts the Red Sea,” keep singing a song of God’s Victory

Those who came to the Sanctuary, for the first mid-week service of the New Year, of praise and pronouncing truth from God’s Word, the Pastor asked, “What do you hear God speaking to you for this coming year?” Then he offered to share the mike.

Everyone was thinking, and some came forward to speak. I heard not audibly, mind you, but impressed upon my heart, “Sing God’s victory song, before the victory.”

“Before I part the Red Sea, sing praises to My name.”

The starting is easy, it’s the persevering that’s tough. As the old saying goes, “It’s not how you start, it’s how you finish that counts.”

My thoughts often raced at an accelerated pace:”Guard your heart. Guard your mind. Guard your tongue, but then the Spirit would remind,  ‘the battle’s Mine.'”

“Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know.” (Jeremiah 33:3). The Word of God directed continually.

By February, only weeks after my “mountaintop moment,” I felt the crashing of waves and fear enveloped me. The fight to praise was overcome by fretfulness.

God prepares us ahead of time, giving the remedy to stand and succeed.  Do you feel as me, facing a giant sea of circumstance, with an entire army of Fatigue, Fear,and Failure, and chariots of Doubt and Depression coming to defeat and destroy God’s plan for us? How can it be?

I thought of the story when the disciples cried out aloud, “Save us!” And, Jesus was on their boat. He was with them, but they cried out, “Don’t you care that we’re about to die?”

This is exactly me. Does anyone else understand completely?

Perhaps Mark 4 is a picture of our life, Mark 4:35- On the same day, when evening had come, He said to them, “Let us cross over to the other side.”  Now when they had left the multitude, they took Him along in the boat as He was. And other little boats were also with Him.  And a great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that it was already filling.  But He was in the stern, asleep on a pillow. And they awoke Him and said to Him, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?”

Can we remember to sing the victory song at such a time as this? Oh, how sad to look as the disciples in my trials. Forgetting that God is on the boat with me. God’s Word is the remedy that I need.

“Lord Jesus, help me read, and receive, and let Your Word transform me. How I fail and become faint-hearted and forget that You care. I forget that You see. I forget that You are with me. My thoughts become only circumstances only, . . .

instead of praising Your Name trust-fully.

Mark 4:39, Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm.  But He said to them, “Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?”

I am thankful that His voice sounds compassionate to my heart. Perhaps today, you and I can make a fresh new start.

Let us hear His voice, Be still, and know that I am God; Psalm 46:10.

Let get back on the horse again. Let us give God praise for being gentle and kind, and though we may stumble, we will not fall, “for the LORD upholds us with his hand.” Psalm 37:24.

Let us lift His Victorious name in the midst of our storm, and watch Him deliver us from all harm. Amen, He is able.

Amen. He loves.

Amen, He’s got our troubles, Amen, to Him who knows.

Together we will worship and lift up His Glorious name. “Jesus, we thank You for Your love everlasting.”

What is Lovely? Who is the same?

The Loveliest Valentine. Oh for grace, that we would whole-heartedly say, “Be Mine.”

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“Lovely” is a term that might seem to be going out of style. But there are some things that are truly “lovely.” Like beautiful weather in the course of a day, or a flower, either wild or grand.

Or perhaps some might think a vacation or delicious dessert. Or for others,  “lovely” brings about noble thoughts, such as Manners matter, Character counts.

Today, my word is “lovely.” In whose eyes do I care to be? Do I care to be “lovely” to God today, or other people, or just me.

Merriam-Webster concludes: Definition of lovely, lovelierloveliest

  1. obsolete:  lovable

  2.   delightful for beauty, harmony, or grace :  attractiveShe looks lovely in that dress.

  3.   grand, swellwhat a lovely morning

  4.   eliciting love by moral or ideal worth A lovely woman who loves him for himself, not for his money.

    This can be disheartening…

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A time for homeschool reflections, a personal account

Twenty-one years of my life was spent nurturing my children and teaching at home, and that is, if the count begins at age 5 when official Kindergarten began for my first born.

Ecclesiastes 3, in the Bible states,  There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: A time to be born, 

One at a time, God opened my womb to birth eleven children.

Every parent knows, that with each birth, there is a bit more of a time to die.

One day at a time, God gave my husband and I grace to seek His will, strength, wisdom, and direction. Faithful is the Lord, even through our human faithlessness so much of the time.

It is a marvelous thought that God would entrust any of us with our human-like tendencies to watch, care, nurture, and teach His precious treasures. What a gracious and merciful God we have!

Let’s face it, God knows and sees all our human-ness.

To homeschool your children is a calling. I consider the time to be much like, a time to plant. Energy given to water and teach about the Son.

I write today my view of our homeschool, because often it is brought to light with great ridicule. This culture moves in huge waves, with voices loudly speaking, “Get on! Or you miss everything.”

To homeschool your children is making the choice for a time, to . . .  not catch the wave.

To add to parenting, the responsibility to educate, is truly a time to draw near to God, but with the sacrifice, there is much beauty to celebrate.

The poem, To Be Educated by Carolyn Caines says it all for me:

“If I learn my ABC’s, can read 600 words per minute, and can write with perfect penmanship, but have not been shown how to communicate with the Designer of all language,

I have not been educated.

If I can deliver an eloquent speech and persuade you with my stunning logic, but have not been instructed in God’s wisdom,

I have not been educated.

If I have read Shakespeare and John Locke and can discuss their writings with keen insight, but have not read the greater of all books – the Bible – and have no knowledge of its personal importance,

I have not been educated.

If I have memorized addition facts, multiplication tables, and chemical formulas, but have never been disciplined to hide God’s Word in my heart,

I have not been educated.

If I can explain the law of gravity and Eintstein’s theory of relativity, but have never been instructed in the unchangeable laws of the One Who orders our universe,

I have not been educated.

If I can classify animals by their family, genus, and species, and can write a lengthy scientific paper that wins an award, but have not been introduced to the Maker’s purpose for all creation,

I have not been educated.

If I can recite the Gettysburg Address and the Preamble to the Constitution, but have not been informed of the hand of God in the history of our country,

I have not been educated.

If I can play the piano, the violin, six other instruments, and can write music that moves men to tears, but have not been taught to listen to the Director of the universe and worship Him,

I have not been educated.

If I can run cross-country races, star in basketball and do 100 push-ups without stopping, but have never been shown how to bend my spirit to do God’s will,

I have not been educated.

If I can identify a Picasso, describe the style of da Vinci, and even paint a portrait that earns an A+, but have not learned that all harmony and beauty comes from a relationship with God, I have not been educated.”—Carolyn Caines

For many a family that choose to bring the kids home to teach, these are the reasons. That the kids would know the Creator of all things. Knowledge puffs up, but love edifies, (1 Corinthians 8:1).

And prayerfully, through time, the foundation that was built in the name of the Lord Jesus, the kids could face any trial or storm, and know that The Lord loves them most. That He is their Father in heaven.

I write today, to remember the T-i-m-e.  Thankful to discover the “Designer of all language,” to be instructed in God’s wisdom, to read the Bible and hide it in our hearts.

To inspire a love of learning and  caring for each other, and remember forever, that “all harmony and beauty comes from a relationship with God.”

To our family and all others, may we keep learning together, with our eyes up and our hearts united forever. And remember, a home is always a school. Even  when the tide rolls in and makes huge changes.



I AM here. It’s time, (daily) to turn and give our ear to hear

I AM here. God speaks. We must quiet ourselves and hear

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Walking we do, each through our own path and journey. At times, out of breath. Other times, out of step. In between, many sunny days, but cold harsh winds come quickly and dark clouds bring great rains.

Does it seem as if this road of darkness has no end? Feelings invade like shadows surrounding. Thoughts tempt to harass. The heart aches with each pounding.

Is God telling me something? Thoughts seem to fly. “Talk to me in the dark!” we cry. And He, the LORD, the Creator of life, He is standing by.

“I will make my words known to you. I will give you revelation,”(1) He promises you and I. “Let My Word be the comfort in Your affliction. My promises will preserve your life.”(2)

My heart says, “It’s time.”

It’s time to listen. To the Lord first, above the wisdom of man. It’s time to turn and hear the…

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You see my failures. You cover my sin. You are Love, First and Last. You won’t give up on me

“Our Father in heaven, holy is Your name, . . .” May I come to You with pure motives.

So many times I don’t. I come for myself. You already know.

May I draw near to seek Your holy face. But God, our Holy Father, you see when I only seek Your hand of blessing, without a thought to give You praise.

My thoughts aren’t Your thoughts. My ways aren’t like Yours.

May I seek to worship now. Thank You for Your everlasting love. You see my heart, Your know my thoughts, You know . . .

I have failed to stop and remember, of what You’ve already done. You’ve carried the cross up that steep, rugged path. You willingly suffered nails in Your hands. You loved me first. You love me last. You love beyond the farthest star in the Universe.

I am held in Love’s grasp.

I love You Jesus. I draw near to You. And You draw near because Your name is Faithful and True. Not because of anything about me. You died on the cross.

“Your Kingdom come, Your will be done, . . .” in this heart, right now. Cover me with the blood of Your Son.

You rose from the dead. May I come to know the power of Your resurrection. “Give us this day our daily bread. Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

“Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us, . . .” from our natural ways.

All to Jesus, I surrender, all to Him I freely give, 

let me do whatever lies before me as if it were for You Lord.

For You Lord, may my work be my praise. May this hymn be my song, all of my days:

All to Jesus I surrender,
All to Him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust Him,
In His presence daily live. I surrender all,
  I surrender all.
All to Thee, my blessed Savior,
    I surrender all.

All to Jesus I surrender,
Humbly at His feet I bow,
Worldly pleasures all forsaken;
Take me, Jesus, take me now.

All to Jesus I surrender,
Make me, Savior, wholly Thine;
Let me feel Thy Holy Spirit,
Truly know that Thou art mine.

All to Jesus I surrender,
Lord, I give myself to Thee;
Fill me with Thy love and power,
Let Thy blessing fall on me.

All to Jesus I surrender,
Now I feel the sacred flame.
Oh, the joy of full salvation!
Glory, glory to His name!

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, Colossians 3:23.

May I praise with all that I do, today. In Jesus name, Amen.


“He’s always watchin’, you know.”

“He’s always watchin’, you know . . .” Those words hit me and caught me by surprise.

“Is this woman an angel?” Did God put an angel in my path that day to see if I would notice?

Well, whether this woman was an angel or not, I’m thankful God gave me eyes to notice.

With only 15 minutes to run into Walmart to grab two items, I moved first, at a fast pace to the bathroom.

The large cleaning cart was located outside the door, and as I walked in, sure enough a woman was cleaning. So I asked,

“Which stall should I use?” Not wanting to make her wait for me.

The heavy set woman with layers of clothes and a sweet old-fashioned Aunt Jamima type scarf on her head turned to me and with a smile from ear to ear replied, “You can use any one you like.”

So, I proceeded to go in the first stall, and I suddenly felt myself slow down from my fast pace to notice and think, “Every inch of this little space is squeaky- clean.” I stepped out to face the long mirror and far stretching counter top, and sinks, only to notice—”sparkling clean, as if for a King.”

I turned to look at the tiles and the floor. Spotless, even by the garbage can. “Come on, this is Walmart!” I thought.

I had to find this woman and let her know that I suspect she does her job for the Lord!

But, she wasn’t around. Where could she be after a short amount of time?

I headed out, eyes open for her cleaning cart, but I didn’t see it. Now I felt I was on a mission. I had to find this woman. Maybe she was an angel, put there at that time to teach me a lesson to slow down and be attentive to detail, and remember to do everything, even the menial tasks, for the King of Kings.

In and out a few isles, then down a different row, I caught eye of the cart. She was standing in front of the little girl T’s. “Now’s my chance,” I thought,

“Excuse me miss, I have to ask you a question. I couldn’t help but notice, after being in the bathroom, you do your job for the Lord, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do!” She answered right away.

I felt so strange, as if this was some kind of instructor for a test God had for me.  She gave that huge smile again, and said, “I do my job for Jesus.”

“I noticed.” I said.

“He’s always watchin’ you know.”

At that moment, her words woke up my heart, that, no, I don’t know. I forget.

“God bless you, “I said before turning to go.

“He always does. He always does,” was her reply.

I believe God sent me an angel at the Walmart. Before you write me off as a crazy lady, I believe God used this woman to be a messenger to me. This was a message I needed to hear.

I forget that He’s always watchin’. Perhaps He wanted to gently remind me, “Toni, whatever you do, do it with all your heart. Not for anybody else, but for Me. You’ll have a joy deep inside as this dear, rich-hearted woman.”

“I’ll give it my best Lord.”

But He knows, I’ll mess up time and again. But, now I have a sweet reminder every time I pick up a cleaning sponge or broom. “He’s always watchin’ you know!”