Just peeking over the tree
You’ve given this beauty for all to see.
Rays that stream across the sky.
Bringing hope to the tear filled eye.
In this day let us walk with You, when we are weak please carry us through.
“Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.” Psalm 30:5b ESV
Praying Scripture for the Kids
I was reading Psalm 119 this morning and I began to pray scripture for my family.
“Teach me good judgment for I believe in Your commandments.” Psalm 119:66
Lord, I fall short every day but I can’t live in my bed under the sheets weighed down with discouragement feeling like a failure. I would never leave me sweet solace also known as my bed if that were the case!!
Teach me good judgment when it comes to circumstances and people who I don’t know how to handle. Give me the knowledge that I need to process and deal with the things that come into my life. Give me the wisdom of Solomon as I train my children in Your ways.
Help me to guide them for You and into Your kingdom. My heart’s desire is for them to love You. My prayer for them is that they walk in Your path. I ask that when they rise on the wings of the dawn, if they settle on the seas. Even there Your hand will guide them. My hope is that Your right hand will hold them fast. (Psalm 139)
I pray that You would teach them O Lord the way of Your statutes, and give each of them and understanding so that they can keep your law and observe it with their whole heart. Father, please lead them in the path of Your commandments. May they truly delight in them. Incline their hearts to Your testimonies. You have done so much in their young lives, may they see and understand that. Help them not to do things for selfish gain. Lord, please turn their eyes from looking to worthless things that won’t fill them with lifelong peace and joy, but let them see Your abundance. Give them life in Your ways Sweet Jesus.(Psalm 119:33-37)
Bless my children with the fruit of the spirit. (Galatians 5:22-23) With love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness and especially self-control. That one God has been a challenge for all of us lately!
Father reign us all in to be aligned with Your will so that we can honor You. In the name of Jesus I pray. Amen.
Beautiful Mosaic Art
By Tara Young
Stepping out of the darkness the grief is nearly gone. The ache of loss and sorrow, your mercy now upon me shon.
You are the healing hand that wiped away my tears. You sent a wonderful family that took away the fears.
That childless I would always be. Alone with no children to love. Just like that day many years ago when You gave me a precious dove.
You answered my prayer and gave me a child not one, but two, then three. You blessed me tremendously yet sometimes it is hard to see.
There are some days the grief rolls in and nearly drowns my heart. Then I cry and remember my life is a piece of beautiful, mosaic art.
My Shadow
By Tara Young
I have a little shadow. She follows me around.
She does everything that I do. She mimics every sound.
Each word, each sound, and every move I make
Her little eyes inside do take.
She stores them in her memory and sometimes they come out,
In ways that are embarrassing and humbly I will pout.
From the Bible I did stray and chose that day to swerve.
Not following your will, your Word I did not observe.
You see my little shadow is a tiny girl.
A 3-year-old with years untold watching my life as it unfurled.
What do my words teach her? Are they training her in truth?
Or am I teaching her to tell a lie in her formidable youth.
Do my actions, which I show,
Send her to the cross where I pray for her to go?
Today as my shadow follows me, help me Lord I pray.
To take each tender moment to show her You today.
My cousin sent me this book as we have adopted 3 children. I didn’t read it right away because just the title alone is sad to me. As we have gone through each adoption, we have learned that nothing is EVER the same. 🙂 You are probably saying some smarty pants comment right now like “duh” or “seriously?” but you never know what to expect with adoption. Heartache and love go hand in hand.
Life changes so differently for each side of the family. This book made me laugh, cry, doubt, and lean more on God. He truly is the one who makes all things happen in His time.
I highly recommend this book to those whose hearts are blessed by adoption, to those considering adoption or those who work with foster care children. Rather, any person who loves should read this!
Have a wonderful day.
Tara
You are the One
By: Tara Young
You are my King and my Lord
Gracious forevermore.
You are the one
You are the one.
You the Savior, Son of the King
You are the One
You are the One
I lift my voice to You
You are all that’s good and true.
You are the One
You are the One
My heart cries out to you
You are deliverer too
You are the One
You are the One
Finding solace there
You’ve counted each and every hair
You are the One
You are the One
For every tear I’ve cried
for every lie I’ve lied.
You are the One
Yes, You are the One.
You are the beginning and the end
Alpha Omega without sin
You are the One
Oh, You are the One.
Lord You are the One
Yes, You are the One
Creator of everything
Life giving Holy God
You are the One
Yes, You are the One
Joy giving, heart healer
Mind blowing love revealer
You are the One
Yes You are the One
Jesus your mighty hand
Delivers me from sinking sand
You are the One
You are the One
Soiled and forgiven dove.
I am one You dearly love
You are the One
You are the One
God my heart you mend
When my clothes I have rend
You are the One
You are the One
Peace washes over me
Giving me hope in Your great mercy.
You are the One
Yes You are the One
Gladness unleashed
My life restored
You are the One
You are the One
You are my love
The One I adore
You are the One
You are the One
Love spilling out my heart is full
You’re so awesome. I am Your jewel.
You are the One
Yes, You are the One
Instead of yelling, I have prayed. Instead of letting my kids fight, we have prayed. Instead of letting frustrations get the best of us, we have prayed. Amazing what prayer can do! Amazing how many times we are praying instead of reacting too! “A gentle answer deflects anger, but harsh words make tempers flare.” Proverbs 15:1 NLT
“A prayer of one overwhelmed with trouble, pouring out problems before the L LORD, hear my prayer! Listen to my plea!” Psalm 102:1 NLT
“He will listen to the prayers of the destitute. He will not reject their pleas.” Psalm 102:17 nlt
In this tumultuous time of change, my temper has flared quite a lot. My husband is so wise. He said, “Stop and pray before you react.” I know this fact. I believe that the Lord answers prayer. Yet my sinful life overwhelms the truth.
I have to stop and pray so that I teach my children to do what is right instead of overreacting because of my circumstances.
Take a breath. Pray. Be a peacemaker.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.” Matthew 5:9
Watching and feeling the refining process I know it’s supposed to be painful God.
But watching and feeling the refining process is utterly taking my breath away.
My spirit and heart are in anguish and sorrow, yet quitting is not an option for me.
Finding my solace in Your arms so holy, is something I haven’t done for some time.
Running and running a little hamster on my wheel. All I’m doing is running out of time.
My day is so full of activity and wildness, yet I don’t make time for Your Word.
Your arms open wide waiting for me to join You. You soothingly draw me in with Your shepherd’s staff.
Please child just listen to my wisdom and my peace you’ll find when you follow my plan.
But God what am I to do while I’m waiting? Waiting for change as You refine me God.
You rest, seek, and listen to what I am saying. I have never let you down before.
I have a plan so grand so perfect, but run ahead of me and your heart will break.
Will you today listen to the truth that I tell you? Will you choose to pick up your cross?
Will you bow your head and your knee to me? Will you come follow me when I call?
I am calling but laborers are few. Are you choosing to walk on My road?
Let me dig into your heart yet another time and pull from its depths a painful thorn.
A thorn you have kept there for far too long it has wrapped ‘round your heart, and pierced your song.
Freedom will come when you let me in. To free you from this pride that’s a sin.
Bandaged and bleeding no room left for that sin. I am going to take it from here.
See my head, my hands my side? You are the reason your Savior died.
I have loved you with an everlasting love. I gave up my life and left Heaven above.
To seek and to save those who were lost. My life, my everything was what it cost.
Empty that tomb was on the third day. For your sins I did willingly pay.
So for you to sit and pity yourself is a waste of My time and it hurts My heart.
I have a job for you to do and when you’re ready you’ll enthusiastically pursue it.
Now for today take your rest in Me. Only then will you be truly free.
Free to laugh and free to be you which is exactly what you’re intended to do.
Be the you I’ve created dear one. Let down your guard and have some fun.
Love your babies and your mate. Find My truth that the harvest is great.
Be my laborer in this exciting adventure. Watch the darkness flee as you follow Me.
Lord, I’m sorry I have not kept trusting. All the while my Bible sat rusting.
I’ve only been away for two or three days, but I’ve seen Your hand in so many ways.
You’ve brought us extra money and boy, that’s sweeter that sugar, sweeter than honey!
You’ve shown us daily that You’ll always be here to catch that unsuspected escaping tear.
They flow so freely down my cheeks. How long will the pain last. Hopefully not weeks!
In a bottle you save all my gloom You place them carefully in that room.
You are truthful. You are kind. You always keep me sane in my mind.
You are generous. You are wise. So why does your faithfulness always surprise?
“Lord I believe, help my unbelief.” To be with You in your throne room I feel incredible relief.
Thank you Lord for forgiving me. For making me more into the woman I’m to be.
Psalm 56:8 “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.”
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