Psa 139:10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
I had the 2 youngest children at home this afternoon, while Robert took the 2 oldest to our Service of Thanksgiving. I felt Daniel neede a change of scenery, so we toddled off round the village, ending up in the - you guessed it - park! Well, Daniel headed straight to his favourite - the swings. What a smile he gave - I think he enjoyed the air getting round him, after feeling so miserable at home! But while I watched, as he went up and down, it made me think of how our days can be like that - ups and downs. I definately think I could sum up this week as one of "ups and downs". The horrid illness that most of us have had has been the one major "down"! When you are surrounded by grumpy, miserable children - one who cannot tell you verbally what is wrong - then it is a real time of trying. When you still have to try and keep things running in
the home, whilst nursing an 8 week old, wiping the nose of the
20 month old, cuddling the 5 year old, and answering the varied queries of the only
well little person (who is 4 and good at asking looooots of questions!). But, we are promised in God's Word that He will "lead" and "hold" us no matter our circumstances. How can we complain, when He has promised us strength? How can we complain when He has given us so much - not least of all the children who are the "cause" of the down. And, of course there is the never-failing "think how they must feel, never mind me!" They are the ones feeling ill, and that's never good! Well, actually, I am starting to feel how they have but, praise God, so far seem not to have it quite like them. Hey, struggling to swallow could be gooood for getting back into shape....lol!
What of the "ups" you ask? Well, as the hymn states "Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord! Unnumbered blessings give my spirit voice". Too many blessings to count really. But those special moments - a cute chuckle from Susanna; a bunch of daisies from the garden from Josh; a spontaneous "love you Mummy" from Beth; and the happiness of being in the park from Daniel.
I probably won't even get to Church tomorrow, going by how Daniel was today, but I still cannot complain. I'll get comfy in front of, yes, the
computer and watch a service on sermon audio. One of the "unnumbered blessings" of
modern technology!
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
When upon life's billows You are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged Thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings Name them one by one,
And it will surprise you What the Lord hath done.
Chorus:
Count your blessings Name them one by one.
Count your blessings See what God hath done.
Count your blessings Name them one by one.
Count your many blessings See what God hath done.
Are you ever burdened With a load of care,
Does the cross seem heavy You are called to bear.
Count your many blessings Every doubt will fly,
And you will be singing As the days go by.
When you look at others With their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised You His wealth untold.
Count your many blessings Money cannot buy,
Your reward in heaven Nor your home on high.
So amid the conflict Whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged God is over all.
Count your many blessings Angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you To your journey's end.
I had the 2 youngest children at home this afternoon, while Robert took the 2 oldest to our Service of Thanksgiving. I felt Daniel neede a change of scenery, so we toddled off round the village, ending up in the - you guessed it - park! Well, Daniel headed straight to his favourite - the swings. What a smile he gave - I think he enjoyed the air getting round him, after feeling so miserable at home! But while I watched, as he went up and down, it made me think of how our days can be like that - ups and downs. I definately think I could sum up this week as one of "ups and downs". The horrid illness that most of us have had has been the one major "down"! When you are surrounded by grumpy, miserable children - one who cannot tell you verbally what is wrong - then it is a real time of trying. When you still have to try and keep things running in
the home, whilst nursing an 8 week old, wiping the nose of the
20 month old, cuddling the 5 year old, and answering the varied queries of the only
well little person (who is 4 and good at asking looooots of questions!). But, we are promised in God's Word that He will "lead" and "hold" us no matter our circumstances. How can we complain, when He has promised us strength? How can we complain when He has given us so much - not least of all the children who are the "cause" of the down. And, of course there is the never-failing "think how they must feel, never mind me!" They are the ones feeling ill, and that's never good! Well, actually, I am starting to feel how they have but, praise God, so far seem not to have it quite like them. Hey, struggling to swallow could be gooood for getting back into shape....lol!
What of the "ups" you ask? Well, as the hymn states "Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord! Unnumbered blessings give my spirit voice". Too many blessings to count really. But those special moments - a cute chuckle from Susanna; a bunch of daisies from the garden from Josh; a spontaneous "love you Mummy" from Beth; and the happiness of being in the park from Daniel.
I probably won't even get to Church tomorrow, going by how Daniel was today, but I still cannot complain. I'll get comfy in front of, yes, the
computer and watch a service on sermon audio. One of the "unnumbered blessings" of
modern technology!
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
When upon life's billows You are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged Thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings Name them one by one,
And it will surprise you What the Lord hath done.
Chorus:
Count your blessings Name them one by one.
Count your blessings See what God hath done.
Count your blessings Name them one by one.
Count your many blessings See what God hath done.
Are you ever burdened With a load of care,
Does the cross seem heavy You are called to bear.
Count your many blessings Every doubt will fly,
And you will be singing As the days go by.
When you look at others With their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised You His wealth untold.
Count your many blessings Money cannot buy,
Your reward in heaven Nor your home on high.
So amid the conflict Whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged God is over all.
Count your many blessings Angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you To your journey's end.
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