I had a treasure in my Grandma Katie. She wasn't like so many of my friend's grandmas. She didn't try to look young or act like she belonged with us. She simply acted like a grandma and we loved it so much, even as teenagers, we wanted her wherever we were. She was an absolute classic. She had long white hair she wore up in a bun every day, aprons that were as important as any other part of her wardrobe, maybe more important, and love that seemed to show up in the most amazing ways.
Blessed Assurance: Jesus is Mine.
I knew the words, but the assurance took some years to master. Jesus was always mine, but knowing how much I could have was a clouded sky.
Come Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
As long as there are feet, as long as there are back-packs, coats and karate belts, as long as all boys need to shed whatever burden they carry upon entering a building, there should be mudrooms.
Our house didn't have one.
Exodus 20:25 "If you make an altar of stone for Me, you shall not build it of cut stones, for if you wield your tool on it, you will profane it."
The altar of the Old Testament was a representation of worship. It was where sacrifice was made, where the people brought the best they had to be laid out and offered to God.
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