The paragraph below is the last paragraph from an article I read today entitled, "My Baby Is Better Than Your Baby." I thought this was a wonderful reminder--that our job as parents is not to make sure our children measure up to or surpass other children, but rather to introduce them to an incomparable God. Praise God for truth! It changes everything!
"Old habits die hard, and I may struggle with the urge to compare for the rest of my life. I just need to remember that my job as a parent goes beyond shuttling my daughter through a set of developmental milestones. Parenting success does not come by comparing my child's achievements, but by introducing her to an incomparable God." - Audra Charlebois
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Bethan Hope Vann
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Strength of My Heart
Strength of my heart, I need not fail--
Not mine to fear but to obey;
With such a leader who could quail?
Thou art as Thou wert yesterday!
Strength of my heart, I rest in Thee;
Fulfill Thy purposes through me.
Hope of my heart, though suns burn low,
And fades the green from all the earth,
Thy quenchless hope would fervent glow,
From barren waste would spring to birth.
Hope of my heart, oh cause to be
Renewals of Thy hope in me!
Love of my heart, my streams run dry.
O Fountain of the heavenly hills,
Love, blesse'd Love, to Thee I cry,
Flood all my secret hidden rills.
Waters of love, oh pour through me;
I must have love--I must have Thee!
Lord, give me love; then I have all,
For love casts out tormenting fear;
And love sounds forth a trumpet call
To valiant hope; and sweet and clear
The birds of joy sing in my tree,
Love of my heart, when I have Thee.
-Amy Carmichael
Not mine to fear but to obey;
With such a leader who could quail?
Thou art as Thou wert yesterday!
Strength of my heart, I rest in Thee;
Fulfill Thy purposes through me.
Hope of my heart, though suns burn low,
And fades the green from all the earth,
Thy quenchless hope would fervent glow,
From barren waste would spring to birth.
Hope of my heart, oh cause to be
Renewals of Thy hope in me!
Love of my heart, my streams run dry.
O Fountain of the heavenly hills,
Love, blesse'd Love, to Thee I cry,
Flood all my secret hidden rills.
Waters of love, oh pour through me;
I must have love--I must have Thee!
Lord, give me love; then I have all,
For love casts out tormenting fear;
And love sounds forth a trumpet call
To valiant hope; and sweet and clear
The birds of joy sing in my tree,
Love of my heart, when I have Thee.
-Amy Carmichael
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
You
"You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You." Isaiah 26:3
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