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The Body is Weak.....So Weak.

Lesson of the week: Katherine's Not Invincible (No way? Are you Serious?)

Yeah so I have kinda been neglecting the physical man. So when you don't eat or sleep in a pattern with any regularity it will come back to bite you. God has been teaching me a hard lesson that I am not able to do everything for everyone all the time. Despite a great desire to do what he wants. It is only by his grace I accomplish anything but I must first submit to the reality that at some point he will lift his grace and I will fall on my face if I am not mindful of my body, Mentally and Physically. I am a person who lives in a physical body and that body has needs like eating and sleeping. Sounds simple but sometimes when you are in college it is the simple concepts you have the hardest time grasping. So if you can't find me in the next week, check the kitchen, check my bed, check the couch, check for the girl behind the homework assignment. Routine is the new order of the week.

In other news Djere wants to do a sunrise service on Easter Morning....I can't think of a better place to be reverent then sunrise on the Shores of Lake Ontario...God's Mercies are new every morning...



Come Thou Fount Lyrics By Robert Robinson


Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer; ("Ebenezer" means "stone of help")
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

I love this hymn and my favorite lines are these :
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.

Oh that the Lord would allow us to learn a sonnet sung by flaming tongues above!

posted by Kate @ 4/08/2004 08:10:00 PM