Hey, blog friends! I decided to change my blog name and template. With this change my focus is going to shift to topics such as to truth directly from the Bible. If you have time, let me know how you like the change.
In Christ Alone,
Naomi
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Blog change
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Thanks Lauren Ann
This is my second blog award. I received it from Lauren Ann, who also has a great blog. Thanks again!
"THE LEMONADE AWARD: The concept behind this award is that the blog creators have shown an uncanny knack for silver linings and making the best of bad situations (i.e., lemonade from lemons)."
Rules: Name ten blogs that reflect this silver linings philosophy.
Sorry, but I can't name ten blogs, but I will name:Rules: Name ten blogs that reflect this silver linings philosophy.
Lydia
Hannah
Megan
Kalani
Vanessa
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Theme Poem
I am not the poet of the family, but last night I wrote sortive a theme poem for my blog.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Thanksgiving
I was thinking about the thanksgiving holiday and what I am thankful for, there are so many things, but I think the number one thing is God's provision and His care. He loves me while I am so unworthy, He hears me and yet I am so undeserving, and He provides for me while I am so ungrateful. What a wonderful God!!!! I love this poem that Amy Carmichael's mother wrote and I wanted to share it with you because it expresses the provision and love of my Savior.
Happy Thanksgiving!
He who hath led will lead
All through the wilderness,
He who hath fed will surely feed…
He who hath heard thy cry
Will never close His ear,
He who hath marked thy faintest sigh
Will not forget thy tear.
He loveth always, fainteth never,
So rest on Him today- forever.
-Mother of Amy Carmichael
He who hath heard thy cry
Will never close His ear,
He who hath marked thy faintest sigh
Will not forget thy tear.
He loveth always, fainteth never,
So rest on Him today- forever.
-Mother of Amy Carmichael
Soli Deo Gloria!!!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Wonderful Post by Lydia
Here is a link to my amazing sister's blog; she wrote this post and I think every Christian young lady should read it.
Day By Day: Girls....
In Christ,
Naomi
Friday, November 7, 2008
Keep Watch...
I had an amazing quiet time with my Savior this morning and I wanted to share it with ya'll.
I was reading in Mark 14 when Jesus is in the Garden of Gethsemane, verse 14 really stuck out to me. It says,
" And He said to them, "My soul is deeply grieved to the point of death; remain here and keep watch."
The phrase "keep watch" stuck out in my mind. This is the night that Jesus is going to be betrayed, His heart is deeply grieved and He asks one simple thing of his disciples, "keep watch". This thought easily runs through our minds, "How could they sleep?" But then I look at my life, how many things has the Lord asked me to keep watch on, and I have been lulled to sleep by our culture and this world. I cried out, "Lord, show me the things that I have fallen to sleep to." And things started coming to my mind: movies I watch, books I read, games I play, attitudes I have, and even thoughts that I think. Pray with me dear friends, I fear that many of us have been lulled asleep. Join me in praying that the Lord would wake us up.
To God's Glory,
Naomi
I was reading in Mark 14 when Jesus is in the Garden of Gethsemane, verse 14 really stuck out to me. It says,
" And He said to them, "My soul is deeply grieved to the point of death; remain here and keep watch."
The phrase "keep watch" stuck out in my mind. This is the night that Jesus is going to be betrayed, His heart is deeply grieved and He asks one simple thing of his disciples, "keep watch". This thought easily runs through our minds, "How could they sleep?" But then I look at my life, how many things has the Lord asked me to keep watch on, and I have been lulled to sleep by our culture and this world. I cried out, "Lord, show me the things that I have fallen to sleep to." And things started coming to my mind: movies I watch, books I read, games I play, attitudes I have, and even thoughts that I think. Pray with me dear friends, I fear that many of us have been lulled asleep. Join me in praying that the Lord would wake us up.
To God's Glory,
Naomi
Thursday, October 30, 2008
My Father, My Pastor
I am going to do a series of blog posts on my family, so here is Papa. My Papa is my hero, my protector, my friend, and my pastor. I love him and respect him and I hope that I can bring honor to him and my Savior through my life.
My Papa is my hero because he is a man of God. He seeks Christ with all of his heart and teaches his family to do the same. He often says to us, “You must make the faith your own!” He makes it a priority to have family devotions with us twice a day and often asks us how our personal devotions are going. He also seeks the Lord through His Word. His knowledge of the Bible is so vast, if we want to know the reference for a verse, we don’t even have to bother with the concordance, we just ask Papa; because of this we nick- named him the “walking concordance.” He desires to please the Lord in all that he does, by loving his wife as Christ loved the Church, by teaching his children to walk in Christ’s way, and by preaching the Word faithfully to our Church.
My Papa is my protector because he is committed to protect me until he gives me to my husband one day. He outwardly protects me through keeping me in safe places. He is not like many fathers who send their daughters out to go to work and to school. You might say, “What a boring life you have” but I do not think so. Instead of sending me to work, he brings me with him to work at our Church. Instead of sending me to school, he provides me with a wonderful education in my home. Protecting me is not just outward, he protects my heart by monitoring the TV that I watch, the music that I listen to, the friends I have, and the doctrine that I hear.
My Papa is my friend because he always has time for me and his family. Through his busy schedule he still puts his family first. He often says to me, “Naomi, come talk to me, tell me about your day.” He is funny and loves to say lame sayings to “get a reaction out of us” and has blessed me with lots, I mean LOTS, of nick-names. He cares what I am thinking and what I am going through and he wants to hear about what is happening in my life.
And lastly, my Papa is my pastor. What a great task this is. It not only requires him to preach 2 sermons and 3 Bible studies regularly a week, he has to be absolutely in tune with the Holy Spirit for this job. He has so many things “on his plate” in the great task of being pastor and preacher to our Church. He wakes early in the morning to seek the Lord and often uses his day off to “study”. It is so special to watch my Papa preach each week and to see him not only speak words but to live them out. What a great joy it is to be a pastor’s daughter.
In hopes of honoring my earthly and heavenly Father,
Naomi
My Papa is my hero because he is a man of God. He seeks Christ with all of his heart and teaches his family to do the same. He often says to us, “You must make the faith your own!” He makes it a priority to have family devotions with us twice a day and often asks us how our personal devotions are going. He also seeks the Lord through His Word. His knowledge of the Bible is so vast, if we want to know the reference for a verse, we don’t even have to bother with the concordance, we just ask Papa; because of this we nick- named him the “walking concordance.” He desires to please the Lord in all that he does, by loving his wife as Christ loved the Church, by teaching his children to walk in Christ’s way, and by preaching the Word faithfully to our Church.
My Papa is my protector because he is committed to protect me until he gives me to my husband one day. He outwardly protects me through keeping me in safe places. He is not like many fathers who send their daughters out to go to work and to school. You might say, “What a boring life you have” but I do not think so. Instead of sending me to work, he brings me with him to work at our Church. Instead of sending me to school, he provides me with a wonderful education in my home. Protecting me is not just outward, he protects my heart by monitoring the TV that I watch, the music that I listen to, the friends I have, and the doctrine that I hear.
My Papa is my friend because he always has time for me and his family. Through his busy schedule he still puts his family first. He often says to me, “Naomi, come talk to me, tell me about your day.” He is funny and loves to say lame sayings to “get a reaction out of us” and has blessed me with lots, I mean LOTS, of nick-names. He cares what I am thinking and what I am going through and he wants to hear about what is happening in my life.
And lastly, my Papa is my pastor. What a great task this is. It not only requires him to preach 2 sermons and 3 Bible studies regularly a week, he has to be absolutely in tune with the Holy Spirit for this job. He has so many things “on his plate” in the great task of being pastor and preacher to our Church. He wakes early in the morning to seek the Lord and often uses his day off to “study”. It is so special to watch my Papa preach each week and to see him not only speak words but to live them out. What a great joy it is to be a pastor’s daughter.
In hopes of honoring my earthly and heavenly Father,
Naomi
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Here Am I, Send Me
The calling of my heart since I was young has been a calling to missions. Ever since I was in mission friends at my Church I can remember wanting to become a missionary to one place or the other. Since then, this has become one of my favorite verses,
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send and who will go for us.” And I said, “Here am I, Send me.” (Isaiah 6:4)
Wow! What a place of complete surrender to God. I had felt like I had come to that place of surrender, but He has showed me that even though I am willing to go across the globe to China, am I willing to go to Church and wash dishes? Am I willing to change diapers? Am I willing to do the tough things that no one wants to do? The Lord has been so gracious to show me that if I am just willing to do the things that are big and get great recognition I am not surrendered at all. In fact if I am only willing to do the recognized things, that is hypocrisy. Here am I, send me doesn’t just mean to go on mission trips across the world; it means to love my brother when he rips me apart. It means to honor my parents when I feel like they are demanding more of me than what they do themselves. It means to reach out to someone when it is not convenient. Here am I, send me is not just a surrender to do something spiritual, but a call to say, “God, if You choose to send me to clean bathrooms or proclaim the gospel, I am ready, send me.”
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send and who will go for us.” And I said, “Here am I, Send me.” (Isaiah 6:4)
Wow! What a place of complete surrender to God. I had felt like I had come to that place of surrender, but He has showed me that even though I am willing to go across the globe to China, am I willing to go to Church and wash dishes? Am I willing to change diapers? Am I willing to do the tough things that no one wants to do? The Lord has been so gracious to show me that if I am just willing to do the things that are big and get great recognition I am not surrendered at all. In fact if I am only willing to do the recognized things, that is hypocrisy. Here am I, send me doesn’t just mean to go on mission trips across the world; it means to love my brother when he rips me apart. It means to honor my parents when I feel like they are demanding more of me than what they do themselves. It means to reach out to someone when it is not convenient. Here am I, send me is not just a surrender to do something spiritual, but a call to say, “God, if You choose to send me to clean bathrooms or proclaim the gospel, I am ready, send me.”
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
It Covers Me
I often come to the end of the day and have a feeling of complete failure. I feel like I can never do anything right, like however much I might try, I will never be good enough. But the Lord has recently showed me that when I come to this place, it is the place that He can best use me. If I don't come to the point of complete sickness of my sin and total relyance on Him, He cannot use me to His fullest
“I indeed” was this in the past, “but He” came and something miraculous happened. Get to the end of yourself where you can do nothing, but where He does everything.
--Oswald Chambers
I praise my God for His grace to me the many times I have tried to just be I indeed. When I come to the end of myself His amazing grace is always there for me when I call. One of my favorite songs says it like this:
VERSE
Amazing grace, How sweet the sound
Amazing love, Now flowing down
From hands and feet, That were nailed to the tree
As grace flows down and covers me
CHORUS:
It covers me
It covers me
It covers me
And covers me
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