Weekend of nostalgia in Jackson/Dyersburg!
Blumenstrauss
Sketch for an assignment for school where we need to pick a word and change its meaning. The original meaning of “Blumenstrauss” is bouquet, but if you literally translate it, “Blume” means flower and “Strauss” means ostrich, so here you go - a flower-ostrich!
By Fabienne L.
I have 45 minutes left at work to sit and do nothing, so naturally I can’t help but think about how school is essentially over for a few months. What a year it has been.
The Lord has been good to me. Very good. He deserves so much more than to be acknowledged and thanked in such a transient way on this silly little blog o’mine, but my intentions are as genuine as possible from a sinner like me.
Within the past 8-9 months, I have been blessed with more than I know how to process with this feeble mind: rainy afternoons; coffee with friends at my favorite spot in town; a beautiful, fast new computer I can design pretty things on; finances to sustain myself; a job; a well-paid internship; a wonderful boyfriend who has taught me about how to love people with the Love of Christ and who has showed that love towards me and my family; 9 more months with my father; sunsets that stretch across the sky and sing praises to its Maker; delicious peanut butter [always on my list of thanks]; and not to mention the constant, cyclical diastole and systole of my heart, thousands of times a day [I guess Biology paid off…hm]. The Giver and Sustainer of life has seen fit to have me on this Earth a little while longer, purely for the Glory of Himself, and it has been the most beautiful of journeys to this point, hardships and all. I had moments of stress and anxiety about tests and papers and living situations and family troubles and what have you, but God Almighty has brought me through it all so I can joyfully rejoice in His power and sustenance. I have tasted and I have seen that the Lord is GOOD. I struggle and I fail to live up to all we are called to, yet His grace abounds.
Grace upon Grace, people. Unfathomable Grace.
I look forward to what the Lord wills for my future — often with too much eagerness and anticipation. :/ But I have peace knowing that whatever may pass and whatever lies before me, it has been ordained since the beginning of time for my eternal JOY and for the Glory of the One who is deserving.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above the Heavenly hosts;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Amen.
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Whate’er my God ordains is right:
His holy will abideth;
I will be still whate’er he doth;
And follow where he guideth.
He is my God: though dark my road.
He holds me that I shall not fall.
And so to him I leave it all,
He holds me that I shall not fall.
Whate’er my God ordains is right:
He never will deceive me.
He leads me by the proper path;
I know he will not leave me.
I take, content, what he hath sent.
His hand can turn my griefs away,
And patiently I wait his day,
His hand can turn my griefs away.
Whate’er my God ordains is right,
Though now this cup, in drinking,
May bitter seem to my faint heart,
I take it all, unshrinking.
My God is true; each morn anew.
Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,
And pain and sorrow shall depart,
Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart.
Whate’er my God ordains is right.
Here shall my stand be taken.
Though sorrow, need, or death be mine,
Yet am I not forsaken.
My Father’s care is round me there.
He holds me that I shall not fall,
And so to him I leave it all,
He holds me that I shall not fall.
Jonathan Edwards.
[I needed this.]
A prayerless life is a prideful life.
I needed this.
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Dibujos, Los Carpinteros: Marco Antonio Castillo Valdés, Dagoberto Rodríguez Sánchez, Alexandre Jesús Arrechea Zambrano
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- Granero Infectado
- Granero con Centro Infectado
- Granero con Esquina Infectada
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