For Such A Worm As I

  Recently Kyrie got some music that we used to listen to as a family when we were kids.  The singers, Harvest , made up a contemporary Christian group from the late seventies to early nineties.  It has been so wonderful to hear those dear songs again and, more importantly, to actually understand the words!  Before, I listened to them as a kid and sang along with some of the words, but now they actually mean something to me in my relationship with Christ Jesus.   This morning as I was working alone in the kitchen Kyrie had put on the music and I was struck by the words to their song "It's Alright Now".  "I remember the times I felt Your hand upon me, Lord   I thought that I would never rise again   For Your Spirit had broken the pride in my heart   I knew that I needed to make a new start   I wanted to feel Your love and know You cared   So I fell upon my knees and prayed, "Forgive me, Lord.   For livin' my life without You everyday."   Then I felt like

After many weeks of inactivity, I rejoin my FMF fellow-writers for some words on Rest.... Start:   My body is weary, my eyes are heavy.  I've gotten in bed too late two nights in a row and it's my own fault.    But I was just having too much fun with my dear friends and cousins during our back-to-back sleepover parties as we try to get in as much visiting as possible before they have to return to their home.     Yes, my physical self is weary and it makes my heart problems worse, too.     No, I don't have a medical condition you should be concerned about.  I just have some of the woes and problems brought on from living in a sin-tainted world.     I'm weary with a nine-month long inner struggle over a particular matter, an emotional roller coaster that has had me laughing and crying repeatedly.  I've been pained over it and blessed by it and have no idea what my part is to do with it now!   I keep turning to friends or family members talking about it, foolishly hop

  "Do you want to be a cat?"   "Do I want to be a cat?" I repeated, making sure I had heard correctly.   "Mmhmm." The seriousness in the olive green eyes of my five year old friend told me that I had.  It wasn't the first time during babysitting that day that I had encountered the delightfulness of the child's "adult ideas"-free mind.  At other points, I had just had to laugh, wishing I could be recording the words and thoughts to share with someone later, (how many times I wished Kyrie was there for me to share a look and a laugh with!) but this was different.  Olive was serious and I needed to give this answer more than a chuckle.   "Well...." I thought for a moment.  Olive's three year old sister now looked up from the coloring book she was working on.  "No," I said slowly. "I don't think so.   'Cause if I was a cat, I would miss out on knowing alot of the wonderful people I know."   The ans

Dear Lydia,   I woke up this morning with your "honey sticks" and hot tea on my mind.  How hospitable you were to the lot of us on Sunday mornings who would file into your home, drink your hot beverages, and discuss the Word of God!  I thought of those tall, Styrofoam cups of hot water steeping one of your gourmet tea bags and your generosity in letting us make ourselves at home in your kitchen, picking out a slender, plastic envelope of tantalizingly-diverse-colored honeys to empty into the hot liquid.    How well your kettle worked!  Often I would sit holding my cup, glancing at it between comments around the circle, and watch the steam rise for almost half the class time, only to down the sufficiently-cooled drink as quickly as possible at class's end so as not to be late to church.   You mean so much to me.  All those mornings spent pouring over the Scriptures as a class, all those weekdays learning from your skilled hands  & knowledgeable words as you imparted to