Oh my! It's been four weeks since I compiled a Friday Favorites post. Well, life happens! But not to worry, because I continued to "star" intriguing blog posts in my Google Reader, so it's just a matter of going down my list for what I want to include this time. I've tried to include little snippets for most of them to whet your appetite for reading more! There's a litta bitta everything here!
First, my own posts:
- A Spiritual Warfare Prayer - intercessory prayer for those we love
- Weekend Gratitude: Lord, Have Mercy! I don't need empty religion, but fullness in Christ. Not everyone who teaches the Bible is Christ-centered. So much of what we hear can be misleading and actually turn us astray from truth. We need to know it for ourselves, reading Scriptures and meditating on what the verses say. Even a paragraph or a chapter a day can make such a difference. Nurturing our personal relationship with Christ will help us to endure the temptations brought by suffering, peer pressure, loss of spiritual emotions, the hypocrisy of other Christians, and our own failures and sense of unworthiness. Since Christ has taken the punishment for our sins, we can be free to walk in a new life of victory as the Holy Spirit works in our hearts. ~~ Bonus: "Lord, Have Mercy" music video
- My Thoughts on CJ Mahaney and Sovereign Grace Ministries - This candid post is the reason my main blog has had over 3,700 page loads in less than one week. Yes, it is quite direct. Yes, it is quite controversial. But I hope that it is filled with both grace and truth for the hurting. If this post upsets you, be sure to read the one about bitterness by Wendy Alsup that I have linked below. Friends, pray for us. The SGM church movement, of which we are former members, is going through a time of severe turmoil, and their future is unknown to anyone but God himself. An author well known to the home school movement, Josh Harris, is right in the middle of it.
- On Mommy Blogging: Image, Identity, Authenticity and Freedom - The truth is that we all project our images. We all have our identities – public and private -- and blogging is certainly intertwined with that. Perhaps my blogs make it seem like I think I have it all together, that I have all the answers. I sincerely hope I am not casting that impression.
- Weekend Gratitude In Advance: Anticipating Blessings - Micah's birthday gerbil, a party with dear friends returning to Italy, Independence Day festivities
- Weekend Gratitude Sunday Edition: Jacob's First Birthday - You do want to see some adorable pictures, don't you? My favorite is the cake frosting squished between his chubby fingers.
- Weekend Gratitude: Lake Sybelia at Sunset, Lake Lily at Dusk - I love sunsets, clouds and lakes. Put them together twice, and we have a very lovely evening. This is an almost entirely photographic blog post. You can see one of the pictures above.
- Happy Birthday to My Firstborn! She's 24 now, and a mommy herself, but when she was just a little girl, as cute and sweet as she was, I got frustrated with her one day. I snapped, "You drive me bananas!" To which she instantly replied, "Well, YOU drive ME strawberries!" That's her below when she was a toddler and then a few weeks ago at her son Jacob's birthday.
My friend Tonya Travelstead, a piano teacher and fellow blogger, composed the "Life Lessons from Music Practice" series as a women's devotional. So good!
- Life Lessons from Music Practice: Rest Notations
- Life Lessons from Music Practice: The Whole Note--Relax and Let It Play
- Life Lessons from Music Practice: Playing With Others
- Life Lessons from Music Practice: The Song Your Life Sings (reminds me of my poem "This Is My Song and I Sing")
- We Do Grace...Truly a Home Sweet Home
- BOGO McDonald's Tropical Fruit Smoothie, Frappé or Lemonade / Expires July 31, 2011
Down I went into the green bowl of our valley with wet pines scratching the sky all round, their needles scenting the air. I got out of the trees onto a crest of hill from which you can spy out miles of mountain range, north to south, plain to peak. Behind me, the storm had hunkered into a navy sulk that flickered with lightning. Before me, the evening sun clung hard and bright to the foothills, spilling a last light into a wide, summered field all wet and
green on my right.
And by Sarah's lovely mother Sally Clarkson at