Remember and Celebrate

July 16, 2006

Psalm 46:1 – God, My Refuge

a favorite hide-away, Chicago Botanic Gardens

Posted 9/16/10 – written July 16, 2006 –  It’s 7 1/2 months after Gordon died. This week, we will be going to Montana to visit the place where Gordon was found. The job loss and the resulting crises it precipitated is still fresh, adding to my stress. During the sermon, the pastor asks us to spend a few quiet moments journaling on Psalm 46:1.

PSALM 46:1

GOD is our refuge!
    not our own workings . . .
    our own plans . . .
    our safety nets firmly in place.
God IS our refuge!
    not was . . .
    not will be . . .
    not maybe . . .
God is OUR refuge!
   Mine . . . Yours . . . Ours . . .
   A personal refuge.
God is our REFUGE!
   a place to which I run,
   a safe place away from all
      the noise . . .
         the danger . . .
            the confusion. . .
An EVER-present help in trouble!
   aways there . . .
   never leaving me,
   no matter how bad I feel,
   no matter how deep the pit.
An ever-PRESENT help in trouble!
   You make yourself “present to” me.
   I know you are there.
   I feel your love and your care.
An ever-present HELP in trouble.
   Not only are you present . . .
   You ACT!
An ever-present help IN TROUBLE!
   when “bad things” happen,
   when I need you most,
      always there to sustain me . . .
      offering what I need.
And I can say “I will fear no evil,
for my God is with me.”

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May 12, 2006

Delight at the Airport

 

 
 

 

May 2006

 

 

This could be filed under “Much of what I know I learned from my grandchildren!”   I wrote this in my journal back in May 2006 after waiting for Gerald and his family to arrive at the Harrisburg, PA airport.  We were all gathering for one of our annual family weekends.  I stood there thinking of what I had seen years before and was hoping for the same experience….and there he was! 

Years ago at an airport I watched a grandma waiting . . .
    and a little child saw her . . .
        and came running down the hall . . .
            and jumped into her arms . . .
                and gave her a big hug and a kiss . . .
    so delighted was he to see her.
And I prayed: “Someday, God, please let that be me.”

Tonight I am the one waiting at the airport. . .
    and Jake sees me . . .
        and comes racing down the hall . . .
            and jumps into my arms . . .
                and gives me a big hug and a kiss . . .
    so delighted is he to see me.
And I pray: “Thank You God! Tonight that is me!”

I think God is delighted when we are this delighted to see HIM!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

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