Numbering My Days

Today I read Psalm 90 which says that someday soon I will return to dust, in fact, in about 9,125 days if I have a typical life expectantcy of 77 years. I've already lived about 18,980.

"So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom...Have pity on your servants! Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, and for as many years as we have seen evil. Let your work be shown to your servants, and your glorious power to their children. Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands."

Thank God for his pity. I plead for it every day when I remember the whining that I do in my praying and the ingratitude in my heart. It's a wonder he still listens.

Thank God for his favor and that he establishes the work of our hands. I'm gratefule that in spite of my weaknesses and sinfulness God brings good out of my work.

I've been doing a lot of credit counseling for people with low credit scores and it's discouraging because we're under pressure to find qualified loan applicants. But so many of the people I've met have been young Christians wanting to change and start over. While I was ready to write off these appointments as a hopeless situations, God has other plans. So God reminds me to stop counting off the days until retirement(1460) and start counting each day of work as a means of doing good.

Puppies and Delight

For my birthday I bought this little puppy. I'm trying to figure why God created these soft, ornery little things. The Bible says that all creation is displaying the glory of God. This little girl definitely delights in just being alive and being with those who take care of her.

And God said, “Let the earth bring forth living creatures according to their kinds—livestock and creeping things and beasts of the earth according to their kinds.” And it was so. And God made the beasts of the earth according to their kinds and the livestock according to their kinds, and everything that creeps on the ground according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.

Partial Birth Abortion

The recent Supreme Court Decision on partial birth abortion reminds us once again why we are against the procedure. I'm convinced that many would say that this practice is cruelty to animals, if it was performed on a puppy, but for some reason many women approve of it for a baby.


You can read the opinion here.

John Piper has a sober article on the decision.

Fifteen Abortion Truths

Two Blessings

My mom was talking to Noah about wanting to be a missionary when she was seven, but not being able to go on a trip until the age of 82. Noah said, "Well, I'm going to be a missionary when I'm in my twenties. God told me in a dream."

I was reading a book on prayer and the little girl was talking about her best friend, another girl, and Noah said that he didn't want to read the rest of the book because the girl's best friend wasn't Jesus.

The littlest one is cuddley and starting to talk. The first word I understood was duck. The next time he said, "ticka, ticka, ticka."

Digging Out

My mom used to have a bumper sticker that said, "God is my co-pilot." I think God was my pilot yesterday. I know my steering wheel was turning at 90 degree angles back and forth when I tried to go through the slush and snow piled in my long lane. As the weather warms up it seems the snow gets deeper and its like driving fast along a curvy road with pylons stuck everywhere. The car went wherever the ice took it. In some places the ice is 6 inches thick and slushy.

So when I get to the curve in the lane I know I can't get through that in my lightweight energy efficient car made by foreigners who obviously do not expect it to go through snow drifts. After spending a hour shoveling my back hurts too much to continue and I leave the car glaring at the drift.

Every snow storm brings ideas of selling this rural house and moving closer to a highway as I think how will I ever cope with this when we're older. I'm also getting frustrated that my husband took the 4-wheel drive, the salt and the good shovel.

And then I get online and read a prayer request for a family who has lost an 18 year old daughter in a car accident. All of a sudden the snow in the drive is a minor problem that will surely disappear soon.

Today when I hear my daughter's voice on the phone I'm grateful and when I spend another hour shoveling away the slush in the driveway it seems like a privilege.