As The Twig Is Bent, So Grows The Tree!

I went to Sunday School, as a little girl, at my small town’s local Baptist Church. I learned and sang about God, in a little girl’s way; innocent and delighted at the stories of a wonderful Man named Jesus. As a teenager I attended that same Baptist Church, now as an “adult.” I was attentive, for the most part, though I have to admit my eyelids sometimes got heavy during some of the longer sermons. I still remember the words of Matthew 11:28, (KJV), painted high on the wall next to the pulpit: “Come unto Me all ye who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Those words are still emblazoned on my heart and mind, even all these many years later. Continue reading “As The Twig Is Bent, So Grows The Tree!”

Praise Jesus

Oh Father,

My belly fills with butterflies as I sing praises to our Savior, Jesus Christ. The largeness of Him breaks through any boundaries I have imposed  upon myself.

Sometimes my fire is a timid little flame, sputtering in the breeze of the day. It explodes to its flash point when I allow my heart a free run with praise. For I do praise You, Jesus!

You are mighty and strong and powerful in Your gentleness and Your sweet, fragrant love. Thank You, Jesus, thank You!

I rest safely in Your arms and praise You with my heart, my soul, and my voice…Praise God! Hallelujah! Amen, Lord, amen! Yes, praise Jesus!

Amen!