a song.

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Here are the words to the first verse of the song I sang on Sunday in our church. I listen to if often during the day (I have a CD where it is beautifully performed by BJU singers & orchestra). 

Beneath the Cross

Beneath the cross of Jesus, 
I find a place to stand
And wonder at such mercy 
That calls me as I am;
For hands that should discard me 
Hold wounds which tell me, “Come.”
Beneath the cross of Jesus, 
My unworthy soul is won.

While I have heard this song many times since acquiring this CD, Sunday morning- as I was singing- the words hit me afresh… 
      just how often do I ‘wonder at such mercy…”? 
      Jesus calls me-ME- from where I am… 
    His hands, hands that should shun and push me aside, have wounds- living wounds, not scars- 
that tell me to come to Him. 

How wonderful is this Jesus that loves me so. For all my faults (numerous beyond measure), my petty desires and whims, He loves me. He loves YOU. He wants you to come to Him. Even though I am already sure of my salvation and know that I will go to Heaven, He still beckons me… and calls to me where I am each day. Whether I have woken up cranky or energetic, His wounded hands beckon me to come to Him. 

His mercy continues to call me (and you) to go beyond mere salvation faith and live. 
LIVE… for Him.

a new creation

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a new creation

This is what I am.

Not because of anything I have done. 

Quite contrary.

It is only because of what Christ has done for me, in me- sometimes even as I resist. So sad. Why do I do that?

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away;

behold, all things are become new. 

II Corinthians 5:17

As Christians, we are new creatures.

But the old man is still there, lurking.

I must remember each day that who I am should be determined by who I know (Jesus) and not what I feel (fleshly desires). And whatever I model each day is what my children will learn that day, and what my husband will remember about the day as he lays his head down to sleep. And don’t forget the people we meet each week who may know nothing of Christianity, save what they see in our life.

For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision availeth any thing, nor uncircumcision,
but a new creature.
Galatians 6:15

There is nothing I can do of myself that will manifest this new creation. Only through God’s strength can my life show this newness. Going to church, having a facade of pleasantness, being helpful… are nothing…

nothing, without His light shining through.

My prayer for this day is that I (we) would remember that I AM A NEW CREATION.

And I should not resemble what once was.

Teach me, O Lord, the way of they statues; and I shall keep it unto the end.

Psalm 119:33

This is what I am.

Not because of anything I have done. 

Quite contrary.

It is only because of what Christ has done for me, in me- sometimes even as I resist. So sad. Why do I do that?

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away;

behold, all things are become new. 

II Corinthians 5:17

As Christians, we are new creatures.

But the old man is still there, lurking.

I must remember each day that who I am should be determined by who I know (Jesus) and not what I feel (fleshly desires). And whatever I model each day is what my children will learn that day, and what my husband will remember about the day as he lays his head down to sleep. And don’t forget the people we meet each week who may know nothing of Christianity, save what they see in our life.

For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision availeth any thing, nor uncircumcision,
but a new creature.
Galatians 6:15

There is nothing I can do of myself that will manifest this new creation. Only through God’s strength can my life show this newness. Going to church, having a facade of pleasantness, being helpful… are nothing…

nothing, without His light shining through.

My prayer for this day is that I (we) would remember that I AM A NEW CREATION.

And I should not resemble what once was.

Teach me, O Lord, the way of they statues; and I shall keep it unto the end.

Psalm 119:33

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having quiet time

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While perusing the blog world this afternoon, I came across this post. I think it could be helpful to more than myself, so I am linking to it. I have not read everything this lady says, but this post was good.

Leave a comment and let me know how you have morning quiet time with small children. I often find it challenging. And now that the 2 younger ones are rarely napping- or even staying in bed, that time is pretty much out of the question also.

a song in my heart

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Here are the words to the first verse of the song I sang on Sunday in our church.

I listen to if often during the day (I have a CD where it is beautifully performed by BJU singers & orchestra). 

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Beneath the Cross

Beneath the cross of Jesus, 

I find a place to stand

And wonder at such mercy 

That calls me as I am;

For hands that should discard me 

Hold wounds which tell me, “Come.”

Beneath the cross of Jesus, 

My unworthy soul is won.

~~~~~

While I have heard this song many times since acquiring this CD, Sunday morning- as I was singing- the words hit me afresh… 

      just how often do I ‘wonder at such mercy…”? 

      Jesus calls me-ME- from where I am… 

    His hands, hands that should shun and push me aside, have wounds- living wounds, not scars- 

that tell me to come to Him. 

How wonderful is this Jesus that loves me so. For all my faults (numerous beyond measure), my petty desires and whims, He loves me. He loves YOU. He wants you to come to Him. Even though I am already sure of my salvation and know that I will go to Heaven, He still beckons me… and calls to me where I am each day. Whether I have woken up cranky or energetic, His wounded hands beckon me to come to Him. 


His mercy continues to call me (and you) to go beyond mere salvation faith and live. 

LIVE… for Him.