Thoughts for a New Year

As a caring parent, you probably told your young child, “Don't cry! It will be okay.” Or maybe a close friend told you not to worry about a certain situation, suggesting everything will be okay in the end.

I discovered another 'okay' the other day. This might be news to some contact wearers. I have worn them for centuries, but never saw the secret message printed on them.

The other morning, I experienced eye pain from my contact. I took it out two times and cleaned it thoroughly. It still irritated my eye. I thought, maybe it was wrong side out. This can happen if I'm not careful. When it collapses like a taco, that's a good sign. But my new-style contacts fold too easily on either side. Finally, I put it on my fingertip and held it up to the light to look for an eyelash or a piece of fuzz. What did I see? I saw the letters OK. I smiled. So I put it in my watery eye again, this time no pain.

If you don't wear contacts, maybe this incident sounds confusing. But I thought, there must be a spiritual message here. This morning, Max and I were talking about looking up to God for guidance. If we look up in prayer for help, the Lord will give the okay sign, a promise:

“Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you." Deut. 31:6 NKJV

The view is beautiful from where I sit. Thanks for joining me today. 

See you next year!

Juanita

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Peace on Earth !

Welcome to my library.

Let's have a cup of hot, soothing tea and share our thoughts.

The people of the world are hurting, the families in Newtown, Connecticut are desperately hurting, and maybe you are also.

At this time of the year, Christians sing 'peace on the earth and goodwill to men.' Another song has been on my heart for several weeks and now is the time to share it.

In 1842, blind and elderly William Walford wrote a poem and one hundred years later, George Beverly Shea made the words dear to our hearts.

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I’ll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I’ll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through the air,
“Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”

Happy Birthday, Chuy !

Happy Birthday, Jody !

Happy Birthday, Larry !

Merry Christmas, Everyone !

Love, Juanita

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