I'm home from Camp Regeneration! Let me tell you, it was a blast and so much more challenging and encouraging than I anticipated. I'm going to do a series of posts as soon as I can. I don't know if it'll happen this week since I'm going to have to work a lot, but I'll do it soon! If you want to here the story behind this:
then stay tuned.
I've posted this before, but we sang it a lot at Regeneration and I wanted to post it again.
Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.
Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
O while Thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me,
Show Thy face and all is bright.
Man may trouble and distress me,
’Twill but drive me to Thy breast.
Life with trials hard may press me;
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm me
While Thy love is left to me;
Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come disaster, scorn and pain
In Thy service, pain is pleasure,
With Thy favor, loss is gain
I have called Thee Abba Father,
I have stayed my heart on Thee
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather;
All must work for good to me.
Soul, then know thy full salvation
Rise o’er sin and fear and care
Joy to find in every station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
Think what Father’s smiles are thine,
Think that Jesus died to win thee,
Child of heaven, canst thou repine.
Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer.
Heaven’s eternal days before thee,
God’s own hand shall guide us there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
-- Henry Lyte
7.31.2011
7.24.2011
Regeneration 2011
Tomorrow afternoon I will be heading out to Regeneration Camp in Glorieta with Rachel, Ellie, and our youth group. I'm so excited! Regeneration is a camp headed up by the youth pastor of John MacArthur's church, Grace Community Church. If you want to learn more about it you can go here.
"Moreover, I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; and I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh."Ezekiel 36:26
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2011,
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Regeneration,
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7.18.2011
Good Music
I wanted to share some music I've been enjoying lately.
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Britt Nicole,
music video,
Paul Cardall,
The Wailin' Jennys,
Third Day
7.13.2011
Everyday's Thanksgiving, Part #22
I'm thankful for:
0421. whipped cream (I actually loathe homemade whipped cream, but doesn't that stuff in the picture look amazing?!)
0422. Start Here by Alex and Brett Harris
0423. only 12 more days 'til we go to Regeneration!
0424. summer
0425. beach balls
0426. silly songs
0427. pork chops
0428. Rachel's new puppy, Pippin! (or at least that's what her name is today. It'll probably change again. In the three days since we got her she's been named Bailey, June, and now Pippin. :)
0429. old-fashioned names, like Ida and Euphemia
0430. relief
0431. denim skirts
0432. hearts
0433. crystal vases
0434. baby blankets
0435. fans
0436. pickle jars
0437. loose change
0438. debit cards
0439. profit
0440. eBay!
7.09.2011
For Weary Days
We thank Thee Lord, for weary days
When desert streams were dry,
And first we knew what depths of need
Thy love could satisfy.
We thank Thee for the rest in Him
The weary only know--
The perfect, wondrous sympathy
We needs must learn below.
The touch that heals the broken heart
Is never felt above;
His angels know His blessedness,
His way-worn saints, His love.
-- Mrs. Charles E. Cowman
When desert streams were dry,
And first we knew what depths of need
Thy love could satisfy.
We thank Thee for the rest in Him
The weary only know--
The perfect, wondrous sympathy
We needs must learn below.
The touch that heals the broken heart
Is never felt above;
His angels know His blessedness,
His way-worn saints, His love.
-- Mrs. Charles E. Cowman
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Mrs. Charles E. Cowman,
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