Vision on a mountain

I dreamed upon this mountain
About a temple built not by blood or by man.
There, with a peaceful One who shared my vision
Of a common folk in sparrow's likeness
They left their homes in search of refuge
Travelling to my sanctuary, to find holiness and
Communion that washes, flowing in blessing
From the well that never runs dry.
They Stood in the entry, beheld all that I could give.

Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I

Isaiah 26:4 (New American Standard Bible)"Trust in the LORD forever,For in GOD the LORD, we have an everlasting Rock."

Psalm 61:2-4 (New American Standard Bible)"From the end of the earth I call to You when my heart is faint;Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.For You have been a refuge for me,A tower of strength against the enemy.Let me dwell in Your tent forever;Let me take refuge in the shelter of Your wings."

In the presence of my enemies You will spread the table before me! Even though the enemy may be even myself and for the forgiveness I seek, the Father will help me understand and sort the mess out of my life. The picture above is called Table Mountain in Bella Coola and is always visible from our old yard. May your table be spread before you today and you will be inspired thru the reading of His word and inspirations of the songs thru the Spirit He has given people to write. Selah

FIRST DAY OF SPRING

What a beautiful morning for a spring day. here are some more pictures of the sun shining gold on things around me......

Calloused Destiny

Calloused sandaled feet
Beneath a leathered dress
They walked among the spit
And dung and rocks and mud
Pausing on the dusty road
To heal a hungry crowd

Casting fishes by the sea
Kneeling down on the soil to pray
And then those feet stood still…
Right in front of me
He washed my tired dusty feet
And his way became my destiny.

The Potter and Clay

My brother in law, Ivan, sent me this page today-He Didn't Throw The Clay Away-which reminds me of my favorite verse in the Bible ~

"Then I went down to the potter's house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it." (Jeremiah 18:3-4)

First God told Jeremiah to go to a potter's house. Working with clay, the potters made the pages for newspapers and formal records, mugs, lamp bases, pots, and storage containers of that day. They deftly turned lumps of clay into usable objects. So the potter was a key artisan in ancient villages. They shaped what people wrote on; stored food, water, and wine in; and ate and drank from. Not all potters were equally skilled, but all had a measure of control over the lump of clay in their hands.
With that as a backdrop, read again what God told Jeremiah: "Arise and go down to the potter's house, and there I will cause you to hear My words" (Jer. 18:2).
So Jeremiah went to the village potter to see what he was making. There he may have been working on a broken vessel and so he reworked the clay and shaped it into another vessel. Jeremiah says these words to describe that process: "So he made it again into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to make" (Jer. 18:4).
That description sets the stage for God's words for us and me:

"O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter? says the LORD. "Look, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel!" (Jer. 18:6)

Isaiah exclaimed, "But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we are all the work of thy hand" (Isaiah 64:8). In the Hands of the Potter Isaiah explains the process through which we, like lumps of clay, are cleansed, shaped--and sometimes reshaped--before being formed into vessels of honor that bear the imprint of the One who has shaped us.

Clay is very fine particles of dirt which float in a stream or river and then sink to the bottom, where they press on each other and stick together. You generally find clay along the banks of a river or stream, wherever the river is pulling dirt down off the mountains or hills and dropping it in a quiet part of the river lower down.

Whoever will be first will be last! We all come from the same pile of dirt but God has made us equal!

In The Hands of the Potter by Dale Evans Roger

The Master's Hands

Sunshine and rain, snow and cold
Mountains will stand
Life to life the power is given
Expressions of beauty invitations send
Bouncing cursor tell the story!

What is the point to this
Just a tot, just a tittle
Waived by the wind
Constance is valid
But whim is rule.
Century to century all the same

Our life is a potted plant
Nurtured, fed, trimmed and pruned,
Forgotten, remembered
But always in the care of the
Master’s hands.

Life is so unpredictable but the one thing we do know is that Jesus is always in our presence and to honor that we give our praise! Perfection is within our eyes and hard to live up to. The timing of the Lord is within every growing thing as it blossoms to praise Him.

Three Cups of Tea

is the title of a new book that I bought and the caption is "Here in (Pakistan and Afghanistan), we drink three cups of tea to do business; the first you are a stranger, the second you become a friend, and the third, you join our family, and for our family we are prepared to do anything--even die."

That is such a captivating philosophy, and with it comes the rigors of a life just like the river in this picture and you begin to wonder if it will ever straighten out. ....

There is a river that flows from deep within.

There is a fountain that frees the soul from sin.

Come to these waters, there is a vast supply.

There is a river that never shall run dry.

There came a sound from Heaven, like a mighty rushing wind.

It filled their hearts with singing and gave them peace within.

The Master gave this promise, the Spirit will descend

And from your inner being a river with no end.

There came a thirsty woman, who was drawing from a well.

Her life was ruined and wasted, her soul was bound for Hell.

But then she met the Master, who told of her great sin

And if you’ll drink this water, you’ll never thirst again.

There is a river that flows from God above.

There is a fountain, that’s filled with His great love.

Come to the water, there is a vast supply.

There is a river, that never shall run dry.

In the end, our lives are dependant on the choices we make for the success of our time on earth.

Alter Calls

AND MAY YOU FEED A HUNGRY WORLD THROUGH ME!



what an awesome prayer, one that cries for committment and giving of oneself beyond the point of selfishness.


Let each one of you speak truth with his neighbor, for we are members of one another. —Ephesians 4:25




Now, I know you’ve been there too
Taunted in the wind
Rejected, you looked upon the bricks
The cobblestones felt the echo
Of your footsteps.

Now you know I have been there too
Embarrassed then I felt
When along the road I saw you drive by
With dust that stung my face ,
Then I knew I’d seen you before.

Now we meet on common ground
Compassion now we feel
The isle has called us from our dream
Forgive us Lord,
For neighbours we will strive to be.

sunny day

this was my view today, a frozen river in the foreground and a georgeous sunny day. Click on the picture and you can see it enlarged