I dropped the hook and now I'm waiting with my mocha cappa something

Ya’ll may remember how I enjoy fishing. I was fishing when I asked and I’m working on a post on this question Is it alright to be angry with God? I know what my answer is and I kind of knew what most of you were going to say.

Today I stared working on the worship slides and found this song.

I think it's fitting to start with.


My eyes are dry

By Keith Green

My eyes are dry
my faith is old
My heart is hard
my prayers are cold

And I know how
I ought to be
Alive to You
and dead to me

What can be done
With an old heart
like mine

Soften it up
with oil and wine
The oil is You
Your Spirit of love

Please wash
me anew

In the wine
of Your blood

My eyes are dry
my faith is old
My heart is hard
my prayers are cold

And I know how
I ought to be
Alive to You
and dead to me

What can be done
With an old heart
like mine

Soften it up
with oil and wine
The oil is You
Your Spirit of love

Please wash
me anew
In the wine
of Your blood

Music makes me feel so good

Watch and listen to these two videos and enjoy.

I Believe

"We're going to hear God putting a talent in a voice. . . "

Some nights my prayers feel like I’m listening to a Ken Nordin radio show.

This is a post that I wrote on Mon 13th, of March 2006
I was visiting Pearlie and discussing prayer.
"why-bother-to-pray"

"wordjazz"
I’ll be in bed talking to God then a noise will interrupt me, and I’ll wonder what it was . . .Is it the children? No. . . . Where was I? Praying, that’s right praying. The husband is snoring, . . .That noise again . . . Is it the dog? No . . . Here we go . . . Lord please . . . My husband had garlic for dinner, I’ll roll away from that odor. There goes the dryer. I need to fold those now so they don’t wrinkle. Does my son have clean jeans? That’s it now focus! I’ll yell in my head. Lord please forgive me for my lack of focus. I know that you want me to keep my . . . Was that the toilet flushing? Is someone sick? Lord Please forgive me of my sins . . . Did my son pack all of his stuff for school?

Ah hh . . . Why can’t I relax?I need to sit in front of my Bible open it and pray that God puts the scriptures in my brain so that on those garlic laced, toilet flushing, dog growling, dryer buzzing nights I can Be Still And Know That He Is God.

I whisper to myself just relax God is waiting for you to relax and talk to Him. I try again. Lord please keep my children safe at school . . . and so on.

Sometimes I have to admit I end up falling asleep before I have even finished my chat on what I want and /or need.. Some days I realize I haven’t taken the time to talk to God. I love the Sara Groves song “How Is It Between Us?” It’s not that I’ve forgotten Him. It’s that I have forgotten to go to Him today. No, I don’t believe it’s the same thing. I believe it’s us not stopping, not being still, us being Ken Nordinish, Music playing, someone talking, more music a different tune, water, more people talking someone whispering all at the same time. . . .

. . . .And standing with a smile and incredible smile is GOD being still and waiting for us to be still and talk to Him.

How it is between us

Album: Conversations

Artist: Sara Groves

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed,the wrong side of the room,the wrong side of the world.

Can’t put my finger on the mood.It’s not melancholy, anger or the blues.

I love my husband, my house, my job.

Couldn’t be any better,and really what else is there?

Then I realize I’m forgetting God,and that’s the root of all my misery.

Lord, first of all, how is it between you and me?

Chorus:

How is it between us?

How is it between us?

When did I talk to you last,and what has happened since?

How is it between us?

How is it between us?

When did I talk to you last, and what has happened?

When I wake up I am on my way,reinventing the wheel and saving the day.

I have learned this lesson a thousand times,I am the branch, and you are the vine.

Apart from you we are mice and men,with our fancy dreams of grandeur and no way to get there.

Oh I can think about you now and then,or I can make a mark on eternity.

Lord first of all, how is it, between you and me?

Chorus

So let the wicked prosper, let the oceans roar,let the mountains crumble, and fall into the sea.

There’s something more important weighing on my mind.

Lord first of all, how is it between you and me?

P&W is it a good thing?

It seems that once in a while someone has to discuss the P&W songs out in the blogdom so here’s my discussion.

I like some of the praise and worship songs. I really enjoy the ones that get our teems going. It’s great to hear them sing out.

What do you think of this song?


Is it a good thing to sing songs that have a bit of creative license if you are doing it to love the Lord?


I’m Trading My Sorrows
By Darrell Evans

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Amen

Chorus 1
I’m trading my sorrows,
I’m trading my shame,
I’m laying them down
for the joy of the Lord.
I’m trading my sickness,
I’m trading my pain,
I’m laying them down
for the joy of the Lord.

Chorus 2
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord
yes, yes, Lord;
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord
yes, yes, Lord;
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord
yes, yes, Lord;
Amen.

Verse 1
(Solo)I’m pressed but not crushed,
persecuted, not abandoned,
struck down,
but not destroyed;
I’m blessed
beyond the curse,
for His promise will endure,

(All)
that His joy’s gonna be my strength.

Bridge
Though the sorrow
may last for the night,
His joy comes with the morning.

Chorus
I’m trading my sorrows,
I’m trading my shame,
I’m laying them down
for the joy of the Lord.
I’m trading my sickness,
I’m trading my pain,
I’m laying them down
for the joy of the Lord.

Chorus 2

Yes, Lord, yes, Lord
yes, yes, Lord;
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord
yes, yes, Lord;
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord
yes, yes, Lord;
Amen.

Chorus 2

Yes, Lord, yes, Lord
yes, yes, Lord;
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord
yes, yes, Lord;
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord
yes, yes, Lord;
Amen.

Bridge
Though the sorrow
may last for the night,
His joy comes with the morning.

Chorus
I’m trading my sorrows,
I’m trading my shame,
I’m laying them down
for the joy of the Lord.
I’m trading my sickness,
I’m trading my pain,
I’m laying them
down for the joy of the Lord.

Ending
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Amen

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Amen

Oh-Oh, Amen
Oh-Oh, Amen

Have you heard of it?

I put our worship slides together and one of the songs in them sat itself down in my head. It stuck rather hard so at work I found myself humming and half singing it. The thing is that I just couldn’t get a verse so I asked one of my co-worker to help me out. Much to my amazement she had never ever heard the song. I then began to ask anyone that would listen if they had heard of it. One man sang it for me. Way too cool when they do that. He also knew how to play it on his harmonica. It would have been the greatest had he done that for me. Pastor said he had heard it but didn’t know it well. He’s one of my new favorite guys to come in. I was surprised at those who hadn’t heard of the song. I loved that one man said that he could tell that I was a Christian because of my attitude. I could see that he was also one because of his smile and how cool he was with our craziness tonight.

Do you know this song?

Was I the only one who heard this growing up?

The Gloryland Way

Words and Music by J.S. Torbett

I'm in the way, the bright and shining way,

I'm in the gloryland way;

Telling the world that Jesus saves today,

Yes I'm in the gloryland way.

I'm in the gloryland way,

I'm in the gloryland way;

Heaven is nearer and the way groweth clearer,

For I'm in the gloryland way.

List to the call, the gospel call today,

Get in the gloryland way;

Wand'rers, come home,

O hasten to obey,

And get in the gloryland way.

I'm in the gloryland way,

I'm in the gloryland way;

Heaven is nearer and the way groweth clearer,

For I'm in the gloryland way.

Onward I go rejoicing in His love,

I'm in the gloryland way;

Soon I shall see Him in that home above,

O, I'm in the gloryland way.

I'm in the gloryland way,I'm in the gloryland way;

Heaven is nearer and the way groweth clearer,

For I'm in the glory land way.

I NEEDED THIS!

God sends us such great moments, just when I thought "Great now I have to go to the fair grounds to help set up" my daughter says from the back seat "The reason I wore flip flops is that it makes me look seven." It’s cold and we may get snow. To a six-year-old seven is big. I said "Well then if I wear them will I look younger?" "Mom your toes are too big they will stick out and, and be stuck here and the big one there" I can’t argue with that, I do have fat feet.

I got a hug, held a kid, and I helped move some boxes then headed for church for sound check. I taped a cord and did some grunt work.

Spoke to someone about the elephant. Not sure he heard me.

We had a Baptism before the event. Way cool. Sends some perspective my way.

God sent some great people to sing tonight. I loved watching them play during sound check. You can see that they love praising the Lord. Best friends, Durant, Watershed, New Reign, and others.

It has me pumped up for the rest of the week. :-}Even though the water heater just blew. :-} God will provide

Going Home

It’s been a few years since this happened yet this will stay with me forever.
I had nominated two people for an award, I was sitting at the banquet waiting for them. When they arrived, one leaned over and said you know what happened to *******and *******? They were mother and daughter. My friend was younger than me, and her daughter was my daughter’s age. We were looking forward to seeing them in school together. It was to be a great year for the girls starting school knowing each other. The news stunned me, how could a kid drive so fast that he would hit them head on killing the girls and leaving her son’s body devastated?

I sat in my car wondering how I could go in. Why Lord? I can’t understand it? Why a woman who always smiled? (Not the fake smile the I KNOW GOD AND IT SHINES FROM ME smile)

A woman when I would walk out of that school discouraged over something would listen and smile. She’d say it will work out or something positive. I never thought she’s so fake or goody for her. She was the real deal.

So there I was in my car and I’m thinking I just don’t understand. What about this fall the children walking into class without her?

I’ve had this Sara Groves cd for a while and listened to it may times I just hadn’t heard this song until right before I got out of my car. I honestly heard it for the very first time. Where was this song? Why hadn’t I heard this before?

I sat listening to her husband ask for prayers for his son and the young man who killed his wife and daughter.
I can honestly say I don’t think I could do that. I went home and told my husband he shook his head he couldn’t. I know that God wants us to. I just don’t know that I could do it. They can and have forgiven him.

They went home.

God explained it to me.

Artist: Sara Groves Song: Going home Album: Conversations

I've been feeling kind of restless

I've been feeling out of place

I can hear a distant singing

A song that I can't write

And it echoes of what I'm always trying to say

There's a feeling I can't capture

It's always just a prayer away

I want to know the ending

Things hoped for but not seen

But I guess that's the point of hoping anyway

Of going home, I'll meet you at the table

Going home, I'll meet you in the air

And you are never too young to think about it

Oh, I cannot wait to be home

I'm confined by my senses To really know what you are like

You are more than I can fathom

And more than I can guess

And more than I can see with you in sight

But I have felt you with my spirit

I have felt you fill this room

And this is just an invitation

Just a sample of the whole

And I cannot wait to be going home

Going home, I'll meet you at the table

Going home, I'll meet you in the air

And you are never too young to think about it

Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home

Face to face, how can it be

Face to face, how can it be

Face to face, how can it be

Cuz this is just an invitation Just a sample of the whole And I cannot wait to be going home

I Sing Because I'm Happy

I love this song. I heard it really heard it for the first time several years ago when at an event. A beautiful woman asked if she could sing. I have never heard it sung so beautifully.

Early in the spring of 1905, my hus­band and I were so­journ­ing in El­mi­ra, New York. We con­tract­ed a deep friend­ship for a cou­ple by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Doo­lit­tle—true saints of God. Mrs. Doo­lit­tle had been bed­rid­den for nigh twen­ty years. Her hus­band was an in­cur­a­ble crip­ple who had to pro­pel him­self to and from his bus­i­ness in a wheel chair. De­spite their af­flict­ions, they lived hap­py Christ­ian lives, bring­ing in­spir­a­tion and com­fort to all who knew them. One day while we were vi­sit­ing with the Doo­lit­tles, my hus­band com­ment­ed on their bright hope­ful­ness and asked them for the se­cret of it. Mrs. Doo­lit­tle’s re­ply was sim­ple: “His eye is on the spar­row, and I know He watch­es me.” The beau­ty of this sim­ple ex­press­ion of bound­less faith gripped the hearts and fired the imag­in­a­tion of Dr. Mar­tin and me. The hymn “His Eye Is on the Spar­row” was the out­come of that ex­per­i­ence.
Civilla Martin

The next day she mailed the po­em to Charles Gab­ri­el, who sup­plied the mu­sic. Sing­er Ethel Wa­ters so loved this song that she used its name as the ti­tle for her au­to­bi­og­ra­phy.

HIS EYE ON THE SPARROW

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I’m happy,I sing because I’m free,For His eye is on the sparrow,And I know He watches me.
“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.