Preikostolen | by Gisle. This picture shows exactly how I feel about the Sabbath finally being here. Happy Sabbath, brothers and sisters! May you all have a truly marvelous weekend filled with praise, blessings, rest, fellowship, joy and quality time with loved ones. Let’s make this a weekend of affirmation by expressing our appreciation for the people in our lives. Remember God loves you! :)
Devotional // 4.30.2012 | “Put On the New Nature”
Source: Bob Spangler, First Things First (a Morning Watch devotional book)
Apricot blossoms in Shinjang, China. This, to me, is the epitome of “Aaaahhhh…”. One of the things on my bucket list includes having a picnic, strolling barefoot, having devotional, and cloud-gazing in the hills of Tuscany, Italy. Today I’m beginning to think I should add Shinjang, China to my list! What do you think?
Today my mental vacation involves this picture as my view. I am walking barefoot near the bottom of a hill in the countryside. In my right hand, I hold the handle of a wicker flower basket filled with lavenders and wild flowers freshly picked from the open field past the two big once-snowy-white-with-blossoms-but-now-green-with-leaves dogwood trees. The trees seem to be the hill’s landmark posts; one tree stands to the left side of the path, and the other to the right. As I continue walking barefoot on the hill, the fingers of my left hand freely graze the flowers and plants you see in the picture. The sun is beaming as if to say, “Good day, madam! Pleasure to be a part of this pleasant day with you! What beautiful flowers you have on that basket!”
With my eyes closed, I slowly inhale and take in the refreshing coolness of the breeze. Eyes now opened, my heart skips a beat as I leap for joy. My soul is glad. My mind’s eye captures this must-not-be-forgotten scenery and stores it in my memory, promising to revisit and relive it on another day.
I look up. My heart is tickled by God’s artistry as I see in the sky’s light blue canvass a display of impressionist art, art and beauty worlds and skies better than any Monet could have ever created with the strokes of his paintbrush. Hmmmm. I smile as I breathe out a sigh of glee, satisfaction and awe. The strokes of the Creator’s words created alllll this. He spoke…and beauty existed. That is the power of the great Artist.
I whisper a prayer with my eyes gazing at heaven. "Lord, thank you for giving me a free exhibit daily. The world is my museum, and there is always, always, always much to learn from, see, enjoy and appreciate! Thank You from the ventricles (literally the ‘bottom’) of my heart. Thank You for the world. Thank You for today. Thank You for You!"
The Family’s Most Sacred Hours
by Ellen White
The Sabbath school and the meeting for worship occupy only a part of the Sabbath. The portion remaining to the family may be made the most sacred and precious season of all the Sabbath hours. Much of this time parents should spend with their children. In many families the younger children are left to themselves to find entertainment as best they can. Left alone, the children soon be come restless and begin to play or engage in some kind of mischief. Thus the Sabbath has to them no sacred significance.
Devotional // 4.13.2012 | “Turn Minds From the Artificial to the Natural”
Source: Ellen White, Sons and Daughters of God
Last Friday, a friend and I went to the Atlanta History Center (AHC). It was the day before our Groupon deal would expire, and we didn’t want the tickets (which she got from a friend) to go to waste. I love Groupon!
While at the AHC, we went to the various exhibits and stopped by one of the gardens to take pictures. We didn’t get to explore the entire place since we got there later in the day, but I would like to go back again. Here are some of the pictures I took near one of the gardens. I was delighted to find a ranunculus (the big pink flower on the top right) for the very first time!
Soundtrack to my prayer walk :)
Source: SoundCloud / aianekarla