tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766958518206006183.post2990843806851642075..comments2022-12-13T06:53:57.666-05:00Comments on a common bush, afire: homesickthe joyful potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699821802196502614noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766958518206006183.post-9365464517300088832013-03-24T11:11:39.673-04:002013-03-24T11:11:39.673-04:00I wish we could get together and sing. Somehow ma...I wish we could get together and sing. Somehow making music helps. And children, with their eternal optimism.... Praying for you, for light, hope, resurgence of joy.the joyful potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699821802196502614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766958518206006183.post-36752688425548712462013-03-24T10:57:57.974-04:002013-03-24T10:57:57.974-04:00Cousin, this is poignent to me on multiple levels ...Cousin, this is poignent to me on multiple levels today. Second Sisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559522974474414246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766958518206006183.post-88088461483938359242013-03-20T10:00:06.215-04:002013-03-20T10:00:06.215-04:00So hard to keep perspective, isn't it? Especi...So hard to keep perspective, isn't it? Especially in this full stage of life. We all need other believers to help us! There's a very small slice of a Bible story that has been precious to me in the past few years - Exodus 17:12 - where Aaron and Hur hold up Moses' hands so that the Israelites can win the battle, and give him a stone to sit on, because Moses is too tired to do it by himself. I am so grateful that God has given us each other!! We march together! :)the joyful potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699821802196502614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766958518206006183.post-70398731763268887602013-03-20T09:36:51.732-04:002013-03-20T09:36:51.732-04:00Lorena, thanks so much for sharing. Sometimes for ...Lorena, thanks so much for sharing. Sometimes for me, I get so focused on life here and all the "things" I think I need to get done, that I Forget this is not my home. And I love that Phil Wickham song. Everytime we sing it in church and get to that line, I can feel my heart soar, and it brings tears to my eyes. Here's to marching on....towards that sweet reward! :)Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18426459053027017775noreply@blogger.com