...and one of them, when he saw that he was healed, returned, and with a Loud Voice he Glorified God and fell down on his face at His feet, giving Him thanks. And this man, was a Samaritan. -Luke 17
Lord God, let us be like the Samaritan ...who though he was nothing in this world, became an extravagant worshipper. Cause us to be such extravagant worshippers. Like that alabaster jar, may we pour out all we have at your feet, our very tears and all that we are...because much has been forgiven. Cause us to always remember the depth of our sin, and the lavishness of Your Grace.
Always keep before our eyes the greatness of Your Plan, the greatness of Your Power, and the greatness of Your Son.
With grateful hearts for famly and friends,
With Grateful Hearts
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday Snapshot
For my very first ever "Sunday Snapshot"...here's our beautiful Little Miss Faith! Home 10 months!!
Little Miss Faith...she's the life of every party. She's our social butterfly.
Mitchell says he can't remember what life was like before she came...
perhaps we were bored and just didn't know it because we had never met Faith yet...
There are NO making quick stops at the store with this girl. She has to have a lengthy conversation with every person she comes in contact with...while shopping...while waiting in the checkout line...she shares many (too many) details about our life...she asks many questions. Her conversations usually start out like this, "I'm Faif. Who are you?" The other day, she told a man, "I'm just going to the potty. Where are you going?"
Sometimes you don't always feel like talking to EVERYONE in the store. With "Faif", this is not an option.
Little Miss Faith...she's the life of every party. She's our social butterfly.
Mitchell says he can't remember what life was like before she came...
perhaps we were bored and just didn't know it because we had never met Faith yet...
There are NO making quick stops at the store with this girl. She has to have a lengthy conversation with every person she comes in contact with...while shopping...while waiting in the checkout line...she shares many (too many) details about our life...she asks many questions. Her conversations usually start out like this, "I'm Faif. Who are you?" The other day, she told a man, "I'm just going to the potty. Where are you going?"
Sometimes you don't always feel like talking to EVERYONE in the store. With "Faif", this is not an option.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
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