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

Silence

Cacophony of life noise disturbs the rhythm...shatters the peace...quenches the Spirit.
Abba, restore the quiet for there is rest to be found in our meeting place. You invite me into silence: to listen... to remember... to wait for Your Voice. Spirit begins His swell and I am settled; ready to be lavished by Your riches, covered by Your holiness, enveloped in Your mercy. Oh, the power of silence! Truth heals festering wounds and rains on my parched soul. Your joy sweeps away anxious thoughts and delivers me from uncertainty. Sounds of life await my day; sacred silence quiets my soul for what is ahead.

Gracebits

                         Gifts that have sprinkled my life...

Undeserved favor...

Unspeakable joy...



Undone

Undone!

I am undone in the presence of a Holy God…David Ray

Today I lay undone because once again I have encountered a glimpse of my Holy God;

a diseased heart exposed…naked.

I’m pushed off His pedestal once again;

only to feel foolish and ashamed.

Carnage

“Lord, You know the hopes of humble people. Surely, You will hear their cries and comfort their hearts by helping them.” (Psalm 10:17)

I planned a light-hearted post this week, but in light of such tragedy, I offer a raw, unedited rambling of thoughts and emotions.
Why post at all?
I've opened my checkbook...I've offered my prayers...but I need to put pen to paper, hoping to wrap my mind and heart around such devastation, such sorrow in our world. Heroes racing against the clock to save lives in shattered Haiti, survivors mourning massive loss, family members waiting in fear while on the homefront my young friends face agonizing medical decisions regarding the fight for their little Kate, their lives frozen as they battle an aggressive brain tumor.
Human carnage all around us...the nurse in me dying to do something, anything that brings healing...intercession my only offering.
Horrifying images, deep sadness, honest questions rob me of words. Only cries and tears spill at the altar.
This I know. God hears our moaning, our wailing and He responds.
We must abide in His decisions for He knows what we can never comprehend.
We wait, we utter, we hope.
"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away." Revelation 21:4
This truth I know.

In fond memory

Howard Lee Pierce
the man with the big heart

Reflections from a Pew

We gathered together to bid our farewells
To a man who had finished his well fought race.
Family and friends did assemble that day
To offer our love for a life lived with grace.

Light pierced the windows of that ol' country church
And danced on the crown of his beautiful bride.
God offered warmth with His comfort and care
As his family remembered its beloved with pride.

Songs of the Master enveloped the air,
A reminder to all that His love was quite near.
Words, oh so tender, completed our refrain;
Sweet adoration brought the wipe of a tear.

Sadness escaped us as stories were shared.
Laughter was afloat, along with Tammy's note!
Memories of a family man flooded our hearts
As we honored the legacy of love Howard wrote.

You are missed, my friend...
September 24, 1938-January 11,2008