His Hands

I have unanswered prayers



I have trouble I wish wasn't there


And I have asked a thousand ways


That You would take my pain away


That You would take my pain away






I am trying to understand


How to walk this weary land


Make straight the paths that crookedly lie


Oh Lord, before these feet of mine


Oh Lord, before these feet of mine






When my world is shaking


Heaven stands


When my heart is breaking


I never leave Your hands






When You walked upon the Earth


You healed the broken, lost, and hurt


I know You hate to see me cry


One day You will set all things right


Yea, one day You will set all things right






When my world is shaking


Heaven stands


When my heart is breaking


I never leave Your hands






Your hands


Your hands that shape the world


Are holding me, they hold me still


Your hands that shape the world


Are holding me, they hold me still





When my world is shaking


Heaven stands


When my heart is breaking


I never leave...


I never leave Your hands

He's not finished with me yet...

Today I had that Brandon Heath song "Wait and See" stuck in my head...

There is hope for me yet


Because God won’t forget


All the plans He’s made for me


I have to wait and see


He’s not finished with me yet...

I'm trying to wait and see what His plans are. He knows them all of course, but to me, it is a mystery. I guess that's a good thing. God knows what I can bear. If I knew all about my future, I'd go crazy.  Life would lose some of its spice and excitement... anticipation is half of the fun.
I want my heart to be set up on those heavenly things, not the temporal things that will fade away. 
Matthew 6:23 is convicting to think about:

Jesus turned and said to Peter, "Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the things of God, but the things of men." 

I want to have what God wants in my mind. The things of men fade away. They don't last long.
As it says in Colossians 3:1-4:

Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. When Christ, who is your life, appears, then you also will appear with him in glory.

I am dead. My life is in Christ. I feel joy in the thought that God has got me.

It doesn't always make sense, but I know that what God has in store is SO much greater than anything I could plan out for myself. I know that I can trust Him.
Time after time, after time, after time, He has shown Himself to be faithful and never has He let me down.
I'm glad, exuberant, joyful in the fact that I am His daughter, His princess. He's my Friend, my Brother, my King. Hallelu!!

...I just finished another week of counseling. I promise that at some point I will post about the fun and craziness of two weeks of counseling. The week was wonderful.
There are MANY funny stories that I could tell. (8-10 year olds are very joyful. They can be goofballs, but they also teach much...from the mouths of babes and all that)



...as for right now, I can say that whatever my lot,
He has taught me to say
that it is well,
it is well with my soul.

Line, please!

Sometimes titles come to me instantly. Today, not so much.
Perhaps, if you are reading this, you might want to know what's going on in my sphere of influence.
Or perhaps not.
But, as this is my blog, I am going to post some of the happenings of the past two weeks:


After a fun week of housesitting, I was asked to come help out in a camp kitchen as a cook. Me? In a kitchen? heh heh heh.
No, really, I love cooking. I've just had some experiences with food that are potentially good stories (not now, but years later). I'm sure you can relate. Everyone has at least one crazy food story.
Anyways, back from that red herring. I went up the winding mountain road to camp with a broad assortment of bandanas (you have to have your hair covered to be in the kitchen) and a very full suitcase.


I'm an over-packer. I'm working on this issue.
 I always think that I'll be sorry that I didn't bring extra _________ (be it toothpaste, sunscreen or...) along with me. Because you know, that stuff is "impossible" to buy at the local wal-mart.


So I went up to camp (as you saw in my previous posts) and extended my cutting and saran wrapping capabilities. I worked with seasoned pros in the kitchen. They had all been there at least eight camp seasons.
I roomed with one of the cooks and her daughter, Julia. Julia was only 6, mind you, but her knowledge and ability was impressive.


The week went by quickly, Wednesday morning I went up the mountain with Meredith. It was about 6:15 or so, and it was GORGEOUS. The sun was already up. I was tired and I could tell that she was too, but it was a refreshing way to start the day. Overall, a very cool memory.

So the week flew by, and on the weekend, I went off-mountain with the summer staff to celebrate one of the staffers birthday. It was great fun. We ate at a Mexican restaurant that had some very cool t-shirts, grooved to live beach music, and saw a lovely and long fireworks display.


So, okay, the main deal: Middle Girl’s week.
Maybe it deserves its own post. I have a feeling that it will be long.