what do you think of Halloween?
Dressing up in costumes
and getting candy
is fun for the children.
It is a time to recognize
witches, goblins, and ghosts,
as negative spirits
in all of us.
You give us the power
to overcome evil
whether within or around us.
Thank you, Holy God.
Purify our hearts.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
Reading through the hymnal, Lord,
is such a source of inspiration.
From “O God, Our Help in Ages Past”
written by Isaac Watts in 1719,
and “O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing”
written by Charles Wesley in 1739,
to “Here I Am Lord”
by Dan Schutte in 1981,
and :”Hymn of Promise”
by Natalie Sleeth in 1986,
we are blessed to have hymns
that express our needs and feelings.
Thank you, Lord, for the writers
and those who have set the words to music.
You speak to us in many ways.
Make a joyful noise to God, all the earth; sing the glory of his name; give to him glorious praise.
Lord, the kitchen of our building
in this retirement community
is now renovated.
During the renovation
our menu was limited to three entrées.
Now we are back to many choices.
Several desserts are offered
with each meal.
When I cooked
we didn’t always have dessert.
The food here is so good, Lord,
and we thank you for it,
but give us the strength to resist
the temptation to eat too much.
I Corinthians 10:13: KJV
There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.
It’s getting colder Lord.
my husband mentioned
that the bird bath
in the garden
had a film of ice on it,
yet the strawflowers
are still doing well.
On our balcony
and boxes of begonias
are so far unaffected.
In our living room
African violets, clematis,
and an orchid
Flowers are an inspiration.
Thank you, Lord, for flowers.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you. even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these.
Hymn: All Things Bright and Beautiful
O God Our Father,
the gardens of our
will be open for visitors
The dead marigolds,
chrysanthemums, and other plants
need to be removed.
We are putting the garden
to bed for the winter.
When we looked at the temperature
it was 32 degrees.
You planned the changing seasons, Father.
Change keeps us on our toes.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted.
Hymn: Great Is Thy Faithfulness, verse 2
O Great God of Wisdom,
thank you for our Sunday school teacher.
It can truly be said with the poet, (Oliver Goldsmith)
“…and still the wonder grew,
that one small head could carry all he knew.”
I look forward each week to our class:
to learn and to be with the other members.
We are encouraged to ask questions.
It makes it personal.
In my childhood,
there was a special teacher, too,
who seemed to shine
and embody the lesson.
Thank you, Lord,
for special people
who share your word.
We have gifts that differ according to the grace given to us; prophecy, in proportion to faith; ministry, in ministering; the teacher, in teaching; the exhorter, in exhortation; the giver, in generosity; the leader, in diligence; the compassionate, in cheerfulness.
Dear Lord, a man with a mustache
patted me on the shoulder
and asked, “Remember me?”
I drew back in surprise.
“We worked together
on a picture book,” he continued.
I thought of various times I have worked
with children’s books.
He must have seen my lack of recognition.
“It was in the church,” he said
and hurried off..
Then I realized he meant
the church directory,
but it was too late.
I could have said, “I’m glad to see you.”
even if I couldn’t remember him.
That would have been the truth.
It’s embarrassing, Lord,
when the links of memory fail.
I am grateful, Lord, that you remember
each of us by name.
“Nevertheless, do not rejoice at this, that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.”
“The one who enters by the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep hear his voice. He calls his own sheep my name and leads them out.”