Showing posts with label Most High. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Most High. Show all posts

Thursday, June 20, 2024

Rest in the Shadow of the Almighty

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. — Psalm 91:1 


For Juneteenth, Abby and I went to the San Diego County Fair.

It was crowded, but we had a great time.

We are grateful for the day together.

Here's the view we had from the Ferris Wheel.

We are thanking God for the beautiful day He gave us.

And for the blessing of family.

Wednesday, December 20, 2023

A Prophet of the Most High

And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High; for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him, to give his people the knowledge of salvation through the forgiveness of their sins, because of the tender mercy of our God, by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven. — Luke 1:26-28


John the Baptist went ahead of Jesus to prepare the way for Him to come.

He was a prophet of the Most High.

He came baptizing people, calling on them to repent of their sins.

Sharing with them the knowledge of salvation through the forgiveness of their sins.

Thanks to God's tender mercy and grace.


 

Monday, December 21, 2020

A Prophet of the Most High

 And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High; for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him. — Luke 1:76

Today is the winter solstice.

Yesterday I went for a two-mile walk with friends.

Then I went for a swim.

At noon our church orchestra held a Christmas caroling afternoon down by the harbor.

And our crape myrtle is ready for Christmas, too!

Prepare the way of the Lord.

 


Sunday, September 6, 2020

From the Mouth of the Most High

Who can speak and have it happen if the Lord has not decreed it? Is it not from the mouth of the Most High that both calamities and good things come? — Lamentations 3:37-38


Today is Kirk's mom's birthday.

We thought Abby might be born on this day, too.

But she came two days earlier. 

And Rita and Gary were doting grandparents.

So was my mom.

When Rita passed away in May 2011, it was a sad day for our family.

Even so, we rejoiced that God gave us 5 more years than her doctor expected when she was first diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer.

We still miss her.

And we treasure the memories we have with her.

She made our family times very special.

From God's mouth both calamities and good things come.

We praise Him for blessing us with so many good things.