Hosanna

I see the King of Glory
Coming on the clouds with fire
The whole Earth shakes, the Earth shakes
I see His love and mercy
Washing over all our sin
The people sing, the people sing

Hosanna, hosanna
Hosanna in the highest

I see a generation rising up to take their place
With selfless faith, with selfless faith
I see a near revival
Stirring as we pray and seek
We're on our knees, we're on our knees

This is all I want for my life right now....the last day revival that Scott lived and prayed for, and the return of our King. These are my heart's desires. Has it really been a week since he left us? I miss him a lot.

Thursday

It is very painful to blog right now, because there are too many hurts too deep to go into at the moment. Plus, I just don't seem to have ANY time to sit down and do so. Because of this, I am going to go back to the Thankfuls lists for awhile. That way, at least I am blogging something for the people who actually read this thing. :) And the Thankfuls lists help to look on the bright side of things.

1. Wonderful package that came yesterday with gifts for Hannah and a special gift for Daniel and I.
2. Tomorrow is Friday.
3. My baby girl will be 1 year old tomorrow!
4. Hannah's birthday bash is Saturday, and lots of special people are coming to celebrate this important day with us!
5. Scott's funeral-though painful-was also beautiful, spiritual, and refreshing.
6. God is doing something in me.....I know it, I feel it, I anticipate it.
7. I have PRECIOUS friends who have held me up during this painful week.
8. God has given me the gift of singing, and I feel so close to Him when I do that.
9. I have a wonderful husband.....I am praying that we have a chance to spend some "couple time" soon...I miss him.
10. Our church is fasting and praying in anticipation of "going to another level" in God. We can't wait for Him to pour out His spirit on us!

Our Hope Endures

You would think only so much can go wrong
Calamity only strikes once
And you assume that this one has suffered her share
Life will be kinder from here

Sometimes the sun stays hidden for years
Sometimes the sky rains night after night
When will it clear
But our hope endures the worst of conditions
It's more than our optimism
Let the earth quake
Our hope is unchanged

How do we comprehend peace within pain
Our joy at a good man's wake
Walk a mile with a woman whose body is torn
With illness but she marches on

Sometimes the sun stays hidden for years
Sometimes the sky rains night after night
When will it clear
But our hope endures the worst of conditions
It's more than our optimism
Let the earth quake
Our hope is unchanged

Emanuel, God is with us
El Shaddai, all sufficient
Emanuel, God is with us
El Shaddai, all sufficient
Emanuel, God is with us
El Shaddai, all sufficient

We never walk alone
This is our hope
Our hope endures, the worst of conditions
It's more than our optimism
let the earth quake
let the earth quake
let the earth quake
Our hope is unchanged

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Thinking Back

As I pray for the Harvells today, I am just thinking back on all the times they were there for me. All of the times that they "brought me up higher" spiritually speaking. When I was faltering, they were always there with a word of encouragement and a little something to show me that there was more to life than what I was living for at that moment. They are the type of Christians that we ALL are supposed to be. The kind of Christians that make other people want what we have. Even in their darkest hour, they still inspire me.

To Scott....thank you for all the times that your passion for Christ re-ignited a passion in me. Thank you for all the times that you spoke words of life into our youth group. Thank you for always following the Spirit in your ministry. Thank you for being a real, honest, true, passionate, longsuffering, compassionate follower of Christ. I love and miss you so much, and can't wait to see God gettin' His glory when all of this is over for you. I am standing in the gap for you, praying for you now when you can't pray for yourself. And thanks for all the times I know you have stood in the gap for me. You are a true disciple of Christ, and I am honored to call you my friend.

To Laura....you are the kind of woman, wife, and mother I strive every day to be. Your commitment to God and your family inspire me. Your steadfast faith and trust in God speak volumes to the rest of us. You are uncompromising, strong, and beautiful. I look forward to hearing you tell the story of victory when you are on the other side of this battle. I am praying for you as you have prayed for me so many times. Thank you for being a friend, confidante, and true example of what a Christian woman should be. You and Scott both are heroes in my eyes.

To Anslie....you have a spiritual beauty and anointing that far exceeds your years. The difference you made in my life is still being seen today. I pray that God will restore unto your family every moment that the devil has stolen through your Daddy's sickness. I am so proud of your strength, and the purpose that you live out each day as you bless the people around you with your sweet spirit.

I love you, Harvell family. I am standing with you.

Breath of Heaven

I have been a little slack on the blogging. This is partly because I took a little "Internet break".

This was partly because school started back this week, and I have been busy.
And it was partly because, I am struggling and wasn't sure what I wanted to write about.
But, then it happened. Yesterday. The breath of Heaven brushed my face in such a beautiful way, I cannot describe it to you. But, I will try. I was working yesterday....can't say where or what age or anything else because of the privacy issues with teachers/students. But I can tell you about this little person. We will call him "D". He is blind. At first, I was a little taken aback. I have never worked with a child who cannot see. As I watched him though, I realized that he was beautiful. I could feel his little heart and his spirit, and it blessed me so much. I had never worked with him before, but something in him responded to something in me....and he couldn't stay away from me. He would come up and take my hands and play with my fingers and my rings. He pulled my hands onto his chest and held them there and smiled.

I was singing a song with one of the other kids, and "D" came over and took my hand and smiled as I sang. Each time I would begin singing, he would find his way back to me....and hold my hand and listen. This may all seem inconsequential to you, but it changed something inside of me. I felt grateful. Grateful that my child has no physical difficulties, grateful that my life is what it is, and that even on my worst day-at least I can see the world around me. I don't have to "feel" my way to walk around, I can just see and walk! And grateful to work with children...to be able to meet this magnificent little person. Grateful to know that I am doing exactly what I should be going, working with children and being loved (and sometimes healed) by their little sweet souls!

Thank You, Lord for breathing life into me on a very difficult day. I needed that so much, I needed You. And You were there.