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1216-1227, Psalm 114

1216. Blake laughing till he cries
1217. Cole - "daddy does bean bags"
1218. Grandma, the smiles she brings, and...the help that she is to this tired momma
1219. A new toilet seat
1220. Knowing you made a right decision though it was a hard one
1221. Laughing with friends
1222. My friend Jess - a wonderful hostess
1223. Compliments
1224. Long drives with good friends
1225. The funny things other people's kids say like "its a match" (long story).
1226. "We ask God for patience...and we want it now" - a fellow "momy".
1227. The fact that God is at work in me - be it ever so slowly

Quick thoughts on Psalm 114 -
Lord, may we see you as you really are...POWERFUL, SOVEREIGN, WORTHY OF PRAISE.  May we not take You or Your name lightly, but learn to LEAP and even TREMBLE in Your presence.  May we BELIEVE Lord that you turned a rock into springs of water, and KNOW that you are the same God yesterday, today and forever.  You still move mountains.  May we allow you to MOVE us.

Psalm 114
 1 When Israel came out of Egypt,
 Jacob from a people of foreign tongue,
 2 Judah became God’s sanctuary,
 Israel his dominion.
 3 The sea looked and fled,  the Jordan turned back;
 4 the mountains leaped like rams,
 the hills like lambs.
 5 Why was it, sea, that you fled?
Why, Jordan, did you turn back?
 6 Why, mountains, did you leap like rams,
 you hills, like lambs?
 7 Tremble, earth, at the presence of the Lord,
 at the presence of the God of Jacob,
 8 who turned the rock into a pool,
 the hard rock into springs of water.

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  1. Love this...
    I love the way you did the "quick thoughts" on Psalm 114. It was awesome.

    <3

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