Less of me, more of You...I've been watching life through new lenses. Sadly, I observe a malignancy attacking Kingdom life. The life-sucking "M" word...Me! I asked for fresh perspective; not to be disappointed. New cases of selfishness crop up daily, growing in epidemic proportion, but the ugliness is overshadowed by promising cure. One wise woman calls from the wilderness, challenging the sin-sick to shed their self-medicating approach to scripture study, replacing it with intentional search for the One who gives life to the Holy pages. I take the bait and plunge. Genesis: chapter one...His rich character calls from each life altering verse . Exodus: chapter three and four...an evolving list shatters my complacent spirit.
May births healing from my chronic condition.

                          LORD, eradicate my Me disease!
              Infuse me with growing knowledge of only You.

Physician of my sin-sick soul,

To thee I bring my case;

My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace.

John Newton 1779

Crossing

Piercing cry of death...young wife crumples in grief...tears tumble from men folk...
Forty four years cut short by an invasion of germs...a weakened heart ceasing to beat...
I stand at the edge of this unfolding crisis, beginning the dance of indecision. Do I penetrate this circle of love or do I simply retreat, assuming the preferred role of onlooker? My heart is crumbling for a family all too familiar with hardship, but my mind floods with "what if's." What if they reject a love offering? What if the spectators deem it invasive? What if I fumble?
The line is crossed by a force bigger than me, a holy Wind that sweeps me toward the carnage. He sends me to color the dark with His hope, a promise to rescue and restore.
A stranger's arm that wraps...a simple prayer that cries...one insecure soul who is chosen to cross over.

Father, You are faithful in Your love! Today, You will hold a family close. Today, You will spread Your balm over them. Today, You will call me to the edge again and once more, I will ask You to help me cross

Need some hope?

Feeling invisible? Life gotcha down?

He's all about Hope!

The story behind Josh's song is amazing.

I hope you take the time to listen to it.

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It's spring!

For, lo, the winter is past,

                    the rain is over and gone;

The flowers appear on the earth;

the time of the singing of birds is come.

Song of Solomon 2:11-12

“Your only hope for joy, your only hope for peace, your only hope for comfort, your only hope for strength and your only hope for love in this life … is found in the cross of Jesus Christ. Your only hope in this life is found in the brutal, bloody, humiliation of a naked man on a wooden post." David Platt

Crossbeam tearing wounded flesh...hammer striking iron...

shrieks of unfathomable pain...drops of redemption blood...

grimace with each agonizing breath...

trembling limbs stretched...

startled eyes searching the heavens...

haunting thoughts of abandonment and betrayal...

uncontrollable sobs from a grieving mother...

jeers from a lost crowd...repentant cries from a thief...

merciful eyes forgiving humanity...

He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree,

so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness;

by his wounds you have been healed. I Peter 2:24

Why a new blog and why call it Larksong?

The birth of my first granddaughter, Samantha, urges me to leave the beautiful girls in my life encouraging words of how God has sung over my life. My best childhood friend was named Lark and she loved life. So of course, the lark  became my favorite bird. Larks begin their early day with song and are often heard singing in flight. I want my girls to believe that God is their Larksong and wings for this journey. 

William Wordsworth wrote in his poem, To a Sky-Lark

Lift me, guide me till I find
 With a soul as strong as a mountain river
That spot which seems so to thy mind! 

...pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver,
joy and jollity be with us both!

May my words sing praise...

                        

Missing my Sam

My sweet Sam,
You are the joy of my life! My goodness, if you get any cuter, I think I'll burst! Your granddaddy and I had so much fun taking you to the beach and the zoo this week. We miss you so much already and can't wait until you are back in our arms!
                                                                 Hugs and Kisses, Gigi