And the key of the house of David will I lay upon his shoulder; so he shall open, and none shall shut; and he shall shut, and none shall open. Isaiah 22:22
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Sweet Smelling
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. Song of Solomon 5:13
Friday, August 28, 2015
W-O-R-S-H-I-P

W-wait upon the Lord.
O-offer our lives as a living sacrifice.
R-rest in His presence.
S-sing unto Him.
H-humble ourselves before Him.
I-intimacy with God.
P-pleasing Him.
O-offer our lives as a living sacrifice.
R-rest in His presence.
S-sing unto Him.
H-humble ourselves before Him.
I-intimacy with God.
P-pleasing Him.
-Unknown
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Night Drops

I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. Song of Solomon 5:2
Monday, August 24, 2015
Coucou Me Voici

Où pourrais-je aller loin de ton Esprit, où pourrais-je fuir loin de ta présence? Si je monte au ciel, tu es là; si je me couche au séjour des morts, te voilà. Si je prends les ailes de l’aurorepour habiter à l’extrémité de la mer, là aussi ta main me conduira, ta main droite m’empoignera. Si je me dis: «Au moins les ténèbres me couvriront», la nuit devient lumière autour de moi! Même les ténèbres ne sont pas obscures pour toi: la nuit brille comme le jour, et les ténèbres comme la lumière. Psaumes 139:7-12
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Friday, August 21, 2015
Established
Through wisdom is an house builded; and by understanding it is established: Proverbs 24:3
Thursday, August 20, 2015
The Make-Me-New Prayer

Heavenly Father,
Thou hast made me,
be pleased to new-make me.
be pleased to new-make me.
I am thy work, complete me;
I am thy harp, tune me;
I am thy child, teach me.
- Charles H. Spurgeon
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Monday, August 17, 2015
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Friday, August 14, 2015
Commandment

For the commandment is a lamp; and the law is light; and reproofs of instruction are the way of life: Proverbs 6:23
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Iniquities

But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away. Isaiah 64:6
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Little Flock
Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Luke 12:32
Monday, August 10, 2015
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Washing of Water

Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word, That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish. Ephesians 5:25-27
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Sojourners
For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding. 1 Chronicles 29:15
Friday, August 7, 2015
Narrow Way

Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it. Matthew 7:13-14
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Monday, August 3, 2015
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Assembling

Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching. Hebrews 10:25
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Believe

Old man Wrigley lived in that white house, down the street where I grew up. Momma used to send me over with things, we struck a friendship up. I spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing.
Says he was in the war when in the navy; Lost his wife, lost his baby. Broke down and asked him one time "How ya keep from going crazy?"
He said "I'll see my wife and son in just a little while." I asked him what he meant, He looked at me and smiled, said:
"I raise my hands, bow my head, I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red. They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see. Oh, I believe."
Few years later I was off at college, talkin' to mom on the phone one night. Getting all caught up on the gossip, the ins and outs of the small town life. She said "oh by the way son, old man Wrigley has died."
Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back. Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side, it'd be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said:
Says he was in the war when in the navy; Lost his wife, lost his baby. Broke down and asked him one time "How ya keep from going crazy?"
He said "I'll see my wife and son in just a little while." I asked him what he meant, He looked at me and smiled, said:
"I raise my hands, bow my head, I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red. They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see. Oh, I believe."
Few years later I was off at college, talkin' to mom on the phone one night. Getting all caught up on the gossip, the ins and outs of the small town life. She said "oh by the way son, old man Wrigley has died."
Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back. Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side, it'd be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said:
"I raise my hands, bow my head, I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red. They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see."
I can't quote the book, the chapter or the verse; You can't tell me it all ends in a slow ride in a hearse. You know I'm more and more convinced the longer that I live; Yeah, this can't be, No, this can't be, No, this can't be all there is.
Lord, I raise my hands, bow my head, I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red. They tell me that there's more to this than just what I can see.
I can't quote the book, the chapter or the verse; You can't tell me it all ends in a slow ride in a hearse. You know I'm more and more convinced the longer that I live; Yeah, this can't be, No, this can't be, No, this can't be all there is.
Lord, I raise my hands, bow my head, I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red. They tell me that there's more to this than just what I can see.
I believe. Oh I, I believe. I believe. I believe. I believe. I believe.
- Brooks and Dunn










