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Life is tough right now.

Blending a new little one into a family is a joy but it is a long and sometimes difficult process and my energy and joyfulness have taken a beating.
God in His renewing mercy has led me to read these blog posts today and I am encouraged!

Choose Your View

As You Love Me

Joy Habit - My Joy has no Regard for Circumstances

Peace is a Person

Tunnel Vision

More Love to Thee

More love to Thee, O Christ

More love to Thee, O Christ, more love to Thee!
Hear Thou the prayer I make on bended knee.
This is my earnest plea: More love, O Christ, to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

Once earthly joy I craved, sought peace and rest;
Now Thee alone I seek, give what is best.
This all my prayer shall be: More love, O Christ to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

Let sorrow do its work, come grief or pain;
Sweet are Thy messengers, sweet their refrain,
When they can sing with me: More love, O Christ, to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

Then shall my latest breath whisper Thy praise;
This be the parting cry my heart shall raise;
This still its prayer shall be: More love, O Christ to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

Author --Elizabeth P. Prentiss, 1818-1878
Composer --William H. Doane, 1832-1915
Tune Name --"More Love to Thee"

"And this I pray, that your love may abound yet more and more in knowledge and in all judgment; that ye may approve things that are excellent; that ye may be sincere and without offence till the day of Christ." Philippians 1:9, 10

Mrs. Elizabeth Payson Prentiss, born in Portland, Maine, on October 26, 1818, was known throughout her life as a saintly woman, who continually practiced the presence of Christ. Those who knew her best described her as "a very, bright-eyed, little woman, with a keen sense of humor, who cared more to shine in her own happy household than in a wide circle of society. " Though Elizabeth was strong in spirit, she was frail in body. Throughout her life she was a near invalid, scarcely knowing a moment free of pain. She once wrote these words:

"I see now that to live for God, whether one is allowed ability to be actively useful or not, is a great thing, and that it is a wonderful mercy to be allowed even to suffer, if thereby one can glorify Him."

On another occasion she wrote:

"To love Christ more is the deepest need, the constant cry of my soul ... out in the woods, and on my bed, and out driving, when I am happy and busy, and when I am sad and idle, the whisper keeps going up for more love, more love, more love!"

Early in life, Elizabeth demonstrated a gift for writing both prose and poetry. At the age of sixteen, she became a contributor to the Youth's Companion, a magazine of high spiritual and literary standards. After a period of teaching school in Massachusetts and Virginia, in 1845, she married Dr. George L. Prentiss, a Presbyterian minister, who later became a professor of Homiletics and Polity at Union Theological Seminary. Mrs. Prentiss continued to write and publish her literary works, and one of her books, Stepping Heavenward, sold over 200,000 copies in the United States alone.


"More Love to Thee" was written by Mrs. Prentiss during a time of great personal sorrow. While ministering to a church in New York City during the 1850's, the Prentiss' lost a child, and then a short time later their youngest child also died. For weeks, Elizabeth was inconsolable, and in her diary she wrote, "Empty hands, a worn-out, exhausted body, and unutterable longings to flee from a world that has so many sharp experiences." From her broken heart came this touching poem:

I thought that prattling boys and girls
Would fill this empty room;
That my rich heart would gather flowers
From childhood's opening bloom:
One child and two green graves are mine,
This is God's gift to me;
A bleeding, fainting, broken heart,
This is my gift to Thee."

During this period of grief, Mrs. Prentiss began meditating upon the story of Jacob in the Old Testament, and how God met him in a very special way during his moments of sorrow and deepest need. She prayed earnestly that she too might have a similar experience. She also thought about Sarah Adams' hymn text, "Nearer, My God, to Thee" (See 101 Hymn Stories, No. 61). While she thus meditated and prayed, she began writing her own lines in almost the same metrical pattern that Sarah Adams had used in writing her poetic version of Jacob at Bethel. Mrs. Prentiss completed all four stanzas that same evening; but evidently she did not think very highly of her work, for she never showed the poem to anyone, not even her husband, for the next thirteen years. The poem was first printed in leaflet form, in 1869, and later appeared in the hymnal, Songs of Devotion. This hymn has since been translated into many languages, including Arabic and Chinese, indicating that it is a universal response from sincere believers around the world. Mrs. Elizabeth Prentiss died on August 13, 1878, at her summer home in Dorset, Vermont.

Why?

I've been arguing with God today.
Well, that's putting it mildly. I've been throwing a temper tantrum and it hasn't been pretty.
My entire attitude today has centered around that one word....."why".

Why me, why now, why is it so hard, why is everything always dirty, why can't I be healthy, why aren't my children better behaved, why can't I lose weight, why, why, why.

I've plopped myself down in front of the computer to escape my "blessings", I've glared at my neighbor, who is losing weight, with jealous eyes, I've griped at my husband because he doesn't "get it", I've yelled at my kids because they are having too much "fun" and bothering me and I have whined to God for giving me these heavy burdens.

And yet,
all day long,
He is there.

With every thought I hear Him whisper "Come to me all ye that are heavy laden".
With every scowl I hear the still small voice "My yoke is easy and my burden is light".
With every sigh I hear Him calling "Rejoice, and Give thanks."


As I was preparing for bed tonight I brought this day before Him.
"I don't understand, God. Why can't I seem to make any progress? I'm doing all of the right things but it still hurts, it's still a struggle. How much more do I have to die?"

"More" He responds.

"Why" I plead.

"Because I love you"

And then my blessed Saviour leads me ever so gently to do the one thing I find impossible.......nothing.

I have always been a doer. But now He is leading me to be a "dier". Dier to self.



And such is the ways of our Lord that he leads me here for encouragement and instruction.

step by step,
Jessica

Dandelion Wine-God's perspective on Life's weeds

I sit here after reading Ann @ Holy Experience "Dandelion Wine" post with goose-bumps on my arms and tears in my eyes.
The Holy Spirit has moved through her words.


I have been fighting, complaining, whining, and gnashing my teeth at the "cup" that God has brought my way for the last year.
I've demanded it's removal,
I've begged pleaded and angrily cried "why me".
And yet these physical problems remain, unanswered by doctors.

I see now as I've not wanted to see before.
This is my cup.

I pray for the refiners fire, yet I wail at it's burning.
I pray for pruning, yet I run from the pain.

He is answering my prayers,
I will no longer fight and run
but step forward and embrace what only my omnipotent, loving Father could give me.

I too, will take dandelion wine.


step by step,
Jessica