Archive | March, 2010


24 Mar

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful,
I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made
in the secret place.  When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me
were written in your book before one of them came to be.
Psalm 139:13-16


It was all wrapped up in one word … ANTICIPATION.   May 4, 2009 was to be the big day.  From the beginning when a test stick proved the validity of the moment, dreams of a cute house with a white picket fence and a fun SUV  filled the hearts of two young people.  Prayers of thanksgiving and protection were immediately offered to God when the news was gifted to us on Grandparents’ Day a week later.  Feelings of overwhelming emotion consumed endless thoughts that were burdened with concerns, fears, exhilaration, and awe.  Days of excitement soon turned into long weeks of nausea.  These weeks mercifully gave way to a few months of calm as the small petite frame gave way to its natural transformation into a protective shelter and a place to nurture.  Repeated doctor appointments and the technological wonderment of ultrasounds dispelled the fear of earlier test result concerns … and vividly announced the news of  IT’S A BOY!  We also saw a cute little button nose, a high forehead and a hand that loved to stretch up above his head.  ANTICIPATION … did I already mention that?  The holidays arrived with special attention to the ever-growing bulge, grateful for lots of family time and support.   The winter snows and ice were moderate that year, all the while efforts to keep the front parking spot cleared and available was always made to help prevent any spills.  Friends schemed and a surprise visit highlighted the first shower given in February.  A belly button and wedding rings were placed in the lost and found box, along with skinny feet and the desire for coffee.  Instead, monkeys became the prominent accessory!  Mid March, family and friends gathered in celebration of this ANTICIPATION ~ showering with story books and crossing off more and more of the necessary items registered at local stores.  With gift bags and packages still waiting for attention in a corner of the house, a frequent flyer ticket flew the excessively swollen maternal carrier to Indianapolis the following weekend. A few additional necessities for the final 6 weeks of expansion were purchased, followed by another party of friends and family contributing to the ANTICIPATION.  Concerned parents bade farewell with explicit instructions to call OB/GYN upon arrival back home and an appointment was quickly made.

Kim drove herself to that memorable OB appointment, still expecting with total ANTICIPATION of that magical due date of May 4, but assumed it would include complete bed rest for the next 6 weeks.  As the story continues, the visit at noon resulted in a diagnosis of severe pre-eclampsia … extreme high levels of protein in the urine, high blood pressure, excessive swelling, headache and blurred vision, with possible brain swelling.  At this level of intensity, the only treatment was a constant administration of magnesium to prevent seizures.  The only cure was to deliver.  Delivery at 34 weeks dictated the trip by ambulance to the Women’s Pavilion at Geisinger Hospital in Danville, PA.  The concerned parents/soon-to-be grandparents dropped everything, grabbing all the necessities for a possible extended stay.  Prayers, encouragement, and support from family and friends began to pour in and carried all of our hearts as the hours began to tick by on that clock in room 214.  Little to no sleep claimed the night and early morning hours for the entourage of loved ones as the inducement of labor began.  Time marched on as seizure prevention meds caused extreme dizziness and nausea … and contractions steadily increased the need for an epidural.  The routine of advancing labor took control in that room that day … with doctors and nurses coming and going in preparation.

The occasional glance deep into the eyes of the patient stirred the heart as there was fear and concern ~ she and hubby still had 6 weeks of ANTICIPATION … they were not ready.  Classes had not been attended yet, tiny laundry still needed to be washed, and monkeys of every shape and size needed to be lovingly placed in the nursery.  Nursery?  Nothing was ready in this room but the crib  ~  with the letters  C   O   L  E  hanging above. 

Benchmark moments of the day  ~  1 cm … then 4, water breaking, 7 cm, then 9.  In late evening the moans gave way to pushes.  Pushes that were determined and dedicated to deliver a prize.  Except the prize was becoming weak and lethargic due to the medicines passed along through his system.  The monitored swish swish that had become the backdrop of our life that day began to slow dramatically and quickly became the priority of the moment.  A finality abruptly changed the course of this event as the head doctor took charge and made the decision for emergency surgery.  As wires were being pulled and cords yanked, mayhem filled the room with extreme urgency.  I once again looked into the eyes of my precious child and caught the glimpse of a very frightened little girl, realizing the ANTICIPATION of the normal and safe was suddenly turning into the unusual and scary. Following her out of the room, shock took over my emotions as I saw hospital personnel running as they quickly pushed the bed around the corner and out of sight.  The once boisterous room behind me filled with the activities of labor and delivery was all of a sudden eerily quiet.  I turned to see the empty and frightened look on my son-in-law’s face … and I felt my own heart bursting out of the shock and into uncontrollable sobs.  Sobs for the fear, for the unknown, for the disappointment, and for love.  Love for this new family. 

March 24, 2009 at 7:06 pm Cole Michael Arndt was born.  He was immediately taken to the NICU where God assisted trained professionals perform a miracle of reviving a non-responsive baby.  Time seemed like an eternity as we waited for news about these loves of our life.  Two hours later, we were taken to the small cubicle #9 in the neonatal intensive care unit which was the new protective shelter for the tiny boy lying there.  4 lb. 5 oz. and 17 ¾” long.  Tubes and wires, patches, cords, heat, lights and monitors became the norm for this little man for the next 20 days…with each day a marked improvement over the last.  After the recuperating new mom was discharged from her temporary dwelling, the nearby Ronald McDonald House became home for those of us keeping vigilance over the itty one.  Over the course of our stay, blessings were heaped upon us by family, friends, and those in the NICU who were caring for Cole.  Easter Sunday was truly a celebration day when he came home from the hospital. 

Today is March 24th.  The day that quickly replaced that magical due date of ANTICIPATION into the REALITY of Cole Michael Arndt …

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
Psalm 139:13-16

 God knew …

Till next time,

Cole Michael ~ 2 hours old

Grami & Cole ~ 24 days old

Kim, Troy, Cole & Tadpole

Shattered … Yet Restored

21 Mar

 Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;  he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him,
 for God is our refuge.
Psalm 62:5-8


The past few days have taken my family on an unexpected journey in the event of my mother falling on Wednesday afternoon.  X-rays revealed the startling diagnosis of a shattered elbow.  Extreme swelling necessitated a slight delay before surgery, which the orthopedic surgeon scheduled for Saturday afternoon.  Dr. Ralston explained that he would go in, clean up all of the fragments of bones that had shattered, and reconnect the tendons to a different bone, giving back full mobility and use of mom’s right elbow.  He called this restoration surgery. 

After a couple hours, the doctor reported to the family that the surgery was a success.  Due to the fact that mother’s stomach reacts so adversely to pain medication and anesthesia, even with the help of finagrin and other aids, she endured a most miserable night and early morning.  However, the power of prayer prevailed and the Lord removed the nausea that usually lingers for days.  After she and the nurses were entertained by that little brother of mine, mom was sent home to recuperate.  The next scheduled visit to the surgeon is in one week, with routine visits to follow until she is completely healed.

Shattered.  What in your life has been, or is shattered?  This word is extreme. The doctor explained that there are good breaks and there are bad breaks.  Mom’s was not only bad, it was shattered.  What was normal, whole, and functioning suddenly became severely broken into pieces.   Can you relate?  Is it a marriage that is ending in divorce or possibly a relationship involving drug and alcohol abuse?  With the downturn of the economy, it might be a shattered career.  An unexpected illness or a sudden death … or memories of childhood abuse that surface from time to time, shattering years of suppressed feelings.  Whatever it is for you … and for me, there is hope. 

 Show me your ways, O LORD, teach me your paths;
guide me in your truth and teach me,
for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.
Psalm 25:4-5 

We wait in hope for the LORD; he is our help and our shield.
In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name.
May your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD,
even as we put our hope in you.
Psalm 33:20-22

Restoration.  The process will take time and it will be painful.  It all begins with trust and acknowledgement in the Great Physician who promises to restore and make you strong, firm, and steadfast.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.
Proverbs 3:5-6

And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while,
will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.
To him be the power for ever and ever. Amen.
1 Peter 5:10-11

My mom’s accident happened as Tim and I were literally driving out of town for a 2 week vacation.  Time was already requested off from work, our grandson’s first birthday was being celebrated in just a few days, and our cruise to the Bahamas paid in advance and the confetti was waiting.  My siblings knew all of this and supported us in our decision to keep driving east, but my heart still ached for my mother and the pain she was enduring.  Shatter wasn’t directly a personal experience for me on Wednesday, since my world quickly consisted of precious Cole kisses and little boy love.  Nonetheless, my spirit was preoccupied with concern as I stayed in contact with family as much as possible during those hours of urgency, and my heart remained prayerful.  Maybe you know someone whose world is being shattered and you are compelled by God to carry them in prayer …

We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure,
so that we despaired even of life.
Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death.
But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead.
He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us.
On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us,
as you help us by your prayers.
1 Corinthians 1:8-11

Life is full of moments … good ones and bad ones.  Some of the good ones are really special while some of the bad are those that shatter.  Please join me today in seeking the One in Whom we find hope, restoration, and healing in our time of extreme pain.

Till next time,

Little Boys and Birthdays

18 Mar

 I thank my God every time I remember you.
In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy
because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now,
being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you
will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
It is right for me to feel this way about all of you,
since I have you in my heart.
Philippians 1:3-7 

Today is March 18th.  It is a very special day.  It is a red-letter day that reminds me that little boys are special…little boys with March birthdays.  At least in my heart they are.

There have been three little boys in my life with March birthdays that have greatly impacted my life.

Tim 1973

Brother Tim ~ 6th birthday

The first one came along when I was almost 6 ½ years old.  For months my parents kept telling my brother Jay and I that we were going to have a new sibling in March.  The 16th was the magical due date and it was circled on every calendar in the house.  But we didn’t have to wait that long, for early on Saturday morning, March 11th, Pappy and Mammy came over to stay with Jay and I while Daddy took our mom to the hospital to have the baby.  I vividly remember that I was riding the big pink tricycle around in the garage when the phone rang with the news … our little brother, Timothy Kevin, was born!  Life was so fun once mom came home with the little guy!  Jay and I would fuss over who was going to get to hold him and feed him his bottle, and when it was my turn, mom propped my arm up with a pillow.  (No Boppies then!) Most little girls my age only had doll babies that Santa brought them, but I had a real live baby doll at my house!  And what a live one he has been!  When March 11th hit the calendar just a few days ago, my mind reminisced back to when that little baby stole the heart of his big sister.  Through the past 43 years and over the bumps of life, I must admit that I have become annoyed on occasion by his continual antics, his sense of humor that has no limit and little boundaries, and his unusual zest for living.  But when all is quiet and the reality of life warms the heart, I know that my little brother is a special blessing from God’s own creative hand, and I love him!

Happy Birthday, Tim!  God has blessed my life with yours …

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD,
“plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future.
Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.
You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
I will be found by you,” declares the LORD.
Jeremiah 29:11 -14


Ryan 1989

Ryan's 3rd birthday

The tiny but strong cry erupted in the delivery room as the last push gave way to new life at 1:02 am on March 18th.  Mommy, Daddy and big sister had fallen in love with this little guy months before as his presence was ever increasing inside his temporary dwelling place.  Sporting two gorgeous dimples, baby blue eyes, blonde hair, and a charm all his own, Ryan Daniel joined his sister in completing my life-long dream and joy of having children.  I celebrate his life today … the uniquely created individual that is fun-spirited and enjoys people, a life that is motivated to excel, and lots of God-given potential not yet realized.  That day, 24 years ago, changed my life forever.  I will never be the same again.


Happy Birthday, my most precious son, Ryan!! 
I love you with a love that carries you to Jesus every day!



For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you
and asking God to fill you with the knowledge of his will 
through all spiritual wisdom and understanding.
And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and
may please him in every way:
bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God,
being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might
so that you may have great endurance and patience,
and joyfully giving thanks to the Father,
who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light.
For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness
and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves,
in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.
Colossians 1:9-14


Cole 2010

Cole ~ just days from being 1 yr old

Another little boy has graced the horizon of my life … representing a new generation of dreams, fresh ideas, and God’s new mercies.  Cole Michael unexpectedly arrived on the scene 6 weeks early last year, and we celebrate that grand occasion this coming Saturday.  There is a place in a Grami’s heart that is reserved solely for this new love … laced with prayers, patience, and an unexplainable joy. 

Happy Birthday, my sweet grandson, Cole!  You are the pure joy of Grami’s heart!

People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them,
but the disciples rebuked them.   
Then Jesus saw this, he was indignant.
He said to them, “Let the little children come to me,
and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. 
I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God
like a little child will never enter it.”
And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them.
Mark 10:13-16

On this all-important day of celebrating Ryan, if there is a little boy of any age in your life with a March birthday, I’d love to read about him.  Leave a comment or two so we can all celebrate together these very special people and their special lives.

Till next time,

Sassy Water

15 Mar

Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again,
but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst.
Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a
spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
John 4:13-14


Just one week before we board and set sail for the Bahamas, I thought I would attempt a last-minute ditch effort at thinning, trimming, toning and stretching this body of mine.  My borrowed time with Denise Austin ran out all too quickly, so while she is already back on that bottom shelf at the library, I have been doing my own assortment of exercises.  To accompany my activities, I am also drinking Sassy Water. 

For those of you up on the latest and greatest of diet books, you might have heard of the Flat Belly Diet.  I do not own this fine piece of literature, full of healthy and helpful routines and recipes, but I know someone who does.  She has become quite the fan, celebrating success of lost inches and pounds.  One intriguing portion of her regime is to drink what the book refers to as Sassy Water … water that is the result of several ingredients soaking or marinating in water over night.  Drinking 2 liters daily of this blended brew for 4 days is suppose to de-bloat (such an odd word!) and give a jump start toward a leaner and flatter belly.

12 fresh mint leaves
1 medium cucumber, peeled and sliced very thinly
1 medium lemon, sliced very thinly
1 tsp grated fresh ginger root
2 liters of water  

Just in case more means better, I bought enough supplies for the next 7 days.  Not having the book or the recipes inside that have given success to many, I am simply hoping that the Sassy Water by itself will make a difference for me.  I will continue to stretch and exercise, watch the portions of food that I eat, and drink this tasty brew.  I understand that there will be food and lots of it on this trip … therefore, the next step after the jump start toward a leaner and flatter belly will be lost somewhere between the buffet lines and the late night snacks, compliments of Norwegian Cruise Lines. 

In the midst of the busyness of the next few days, I intend to prepare and drink the Sassy Water, but once Tim and I walk on board that great ship a week from today, there will be no more of the blended beverage to enjoy.  However, …

As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
I thirst for God, the living God.
Psalm 42:1-2

Whether I am working or at home in my daily routine, anticipating an upcoming vacation, or basking in the warm sunshine on an island beach, my soul will forever long for the One who gives a spring of water welling up to eternal life.  Please join me in my quest to thirst only for Him.

Till next time,



Special Blessing

10 Mar

 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble…
Be still and know that I am God.
Psalm 46:1 and 10


An incident took place the other day that stole my “Be still and know that I am God.”    That evening was filled with shared responsibilities, high expectations with a goal of perfection, a quickly approaching deadline, and too many confused emotions that snowballed out of control.   I should’ve taken a step back, committed the moment to God, and said what needed to be said in His time and confidence. Instead, frustration expressed itself and 20 minutes later gave way to a very heavy heart.  One that kept me awake most of that night, stirring me around 4:00 am to crawl out of bed to meet Jesus. 

In a room filled with black and white cows, vanilla scented candles, mementos, CDs, books, snowflakes that hang from the ceiling, pictures of my friends, and countless other things that are dear to my heart, I find Jesus often … right here on the couch in my little office at home.  Early Saturday morning was no exception.  With a heart that was hurting and not sure which way to turn, my Guide was quick to respond.  As I mentioned a few days ago, I’m reading in the Old Testament … for weeks now, rules, regulations, laws, and stats given to Moses and the Israelites.  Nothing to really sink my teeth into for days!  Out of nowhere, the Lord decided to give a special blessing:

May the Lord bless you and protect you.
May the Lord smile on you and be gracious to you.
May the Lord show you His favor and give you His peace.
Numbers 6:24-26

A sense of awe began to fill my spirit that had been troubled since the night before.  I continued my daily routine of devotions to Our Daily Bread, where the reading took me to one of my most favorite passages of scripture ~ Philippians 4.  For those of you who know me best, I’m a big fan of the book “The 4:8 Principle … the Secret to a Joy-filled Life” by Tommy Newberry  ~  based on Philippians 4:8.  Of all the scriptures to be on my to-read list for that day …

Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!
Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition,
with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding,
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. 

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—
think about such things.
Philippians 4:4-8


How more obvious can God be than to put into writing right before my eyes the words …
Do not be anxious about anything … and the peace of God, which transcends all understanding will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Excited to see what God had for me next, I opened Oswald Chambers  ~  My Utmost for His Highest.  Check out the very first sentence!!

“When you have no vision from God, no enthusiasm left in your life, and no one watching and encouraging you, it requires the grace of Almighty God to take the next step in your devotion to Him, in the reading and studying of His Word, in your kitchen, or in your duty to Him. It takes much more of the grace of God, and a much greater awareness of drawing upon Him, to take that next step, than it does to preach the gospel.”

The word kitchen nearly took my breath away.   How many times do you think that one word is used in this devotional book?  I actually did a search…only this one time.  The day that I needed to see that one word is the only day it is written in the book.  How does God do it?  Does He go through and miraculously reprint all of the existing Oswald Chambers and stick in the word kitchen so Debbie Van Hook can read it and know that He loves her?  I don’t think so.  That word has always been there.  It’s just this time, I was still long enough to know that He is God.

The reading continued …

“…Ask God to keep the eyes of your spirit open to the Risen Christ, and it will be impossible for drudgery to damp you. Continually get away from pettiness and insignificance of mind and thought.”

Oh my!  I was suddenly humbled to tears as I realized how very much God loves me.  It was just a few hours after I allowed circumstances to cause fear and panic to grip my soul.  I may have temporarily failed to keep the eyes of my spirit open to my Risen Christ, but he certainly had not failed me.  All night, as I tossed and turned in my bed, He was right here on my little couch waiting for me to come to Him.  He had a special blessing for me.  One of understanding, correction, unconditional love, and mercy.

I know that life is full of moments.  It always will be.  Some will be moments of joy and happiness while others will be brimmed with overwhelming frustration and anxiousness.  Won’t you please join me in continually striving to live in the “Be still and know that I am God”?

Till next time,


3 Mar

Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more,
“Son of David, have mercy on me!”
Mark 10:48


Picture a blind beggar sitting beside the road in Jesus’ day.  He most likely was born debilitated and had lived a life of mere existence.  Day after day he would roll up his mat from which he had slept the night before and sit on it along the edge of the dusty, dirty road.  His only purpose each day was to beg.  Perhaps throughout the course of any given day he would accumulate a few coins, some pieces of left-over bread and meat, and maybe someone’s worn out and tattered blanket.  Sitting near the city gate, I’m sure he would often be in the way of those who were in a hurry coming and going.  I imagine that some who tossed him a few crumbs from their tables were the same ones who gave him an annoying kick to get out of the way when the street was crowded and busy. 

As recorded in the 10th chapter of Mark, blind Bartimaeus sat close to the gate of Jericho.  This day began no different than any other, but as the morning wore on, there was an increasing amount of excitement in the air and talk about Jesus being in the area.  Since he lived along a busy thoroughfare, I’m sure Bartimaeus had already heard a lot about Jesus…large crowds, followers, teaching, controversy, miracles.   You know they say that blind people have a keen sense of hearing  ~  blind Bartimaeus must have detected a unique and distinct voice in the midst of the loud noises of people, animals, and busyness.  When the realization hit him that it was indeed Jesus, he began to shout, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” 

Many in the crowd began to rebuke him … “Be quiet Bartimaeus!  He doesn’t have time for you!  Stop yelling so.  Honestly, Jesus is a busy man and you are a simple blind beggar.  Now hush!!”

His Opportunity was right there before him!!  His Only Chance!!  Hope was quickly walking in the other direction!  Desperation, determination, and a boldness like never before caused Bartimaeus to shout out even louder than before …“Son of David, have mercy on me!”  

Jesus stopped.  He stopped and called for him! The account continues as the disciples came over to the side of the road, helped the blind beggar to his feet and brought him to Jesus.  As we finish reading the rest of the story, we find that because of his faith, Bartimaeus’ sight is restored, and he then follows Jesus along the road.

Sometimes I feel like the blind beggar … living a life of ruts.  Oh yes, the ruts of today are extremely busy ones … full of activity, deadlines, obligations, and lots of noise.  Not a bad life necessarily, but certainly a fast paced and crowded existence.  Then in the midst of the hub bub, I sense God’s presence is near…drawing my heart to His.  I find myself reaching out, but there’s so much that pulls me back … making it so difficult to make connection with Him.  Life is full of good-intentioned projects, duties that are necessary in order to be responsible for those I love, distractions, and just like you, I want to have time for myself, too!   But there is still that tug and pull in my heart from God.   As I read this account in Mark yesterday morning, my heart ached as I shouted out above the roar and above the noises of life, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”  Jesus stopped.   I asked Him to help me to see… to see life through His perspective and not my own.  To see His dreams for my life.  To always see and focus on Him as I follow Him along the road.

Do you sometimes feel like the blind beggar?   Jesus will stop.  Jesus will give you sight.  Join me in having the determination to shout above the noise … “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Till next time,

Then they came to Jericho. As Jesus and his disciples, together with a large crowd, were leaving the city, a blind man, Bartimaeus (that is, the Son of Timaeus), was sitting by the roadside begging.  When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more,
“Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Jesus stopped and said, “Call him.”
So they called to the blind man, “Cheer up! On your feet! He’s calling you.”
 Throwing his cloak aside, he jumped to his feet and came to Jesus.
“What do you want me to do for you?” Jesus asked him.
The blind man said, “Rabbi, I want to see.”
 “Go,” said Jesus, “your faith has healed you.”
Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus along the road.
Mark 10:46 – 52




Sunday School Songs

1 Mar

 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another
with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs
with gratitude in your hearts to God.    
Colossians 3:16


Don’t you just love how the scriptures come alive as you read them each day?  My Bible is marked from beginning to end ~ those verses and passages that have spoken to me in their unique and personal way through the years.  Some are highlighted with dates, names, locations, hearts, exclamation marks … and many have musical notes beside them. 


This morning as I began a new month in my Becky Tirabassi “Change your Life Daily Bible”, I continued my trek through the Bible in one year in the 24th book of Leviticus.  Now Leviticus is not ranked up there as one of my favorite books of the Bible.  It is full of all the rules and regulations that God set into place for the children of Israel way back when.  So I started to read …

The Lord said to Moses, “Command the people of Israel to bring you pure oil of pressed olives for the light, to keep the lamps burning continually.  This is the lampstand that stands in the Tabernacle, in front of the inner curtain that shields the Ark of the Covenant.  Aaron must keep the lamps burning in the Lord’s Presence all night…”


I immediately stopped reading and then read it again.  I smiled real big as the tune of a childhood Sunday School song came to mind.  Sing it with me …

 Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning burning burning
Give me oil in my lamp I pray (hallelujah)
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning burning burning
Keep me burning till the break of day.

 Sing Hosanna, sing hosanna, sing hosanna to the King of Kings!
Sing Hosanna, sing hosanna, sing hosanna to the King!


After underlining the verse and adding a few musical notes, I continued on with my daily devotions.  After the allotted time spent in the Old Testament, it took me to the New Testament passage for the day.  Today … Mark 10  ~ the account when parents brought their children to Jesus so He could touch and bless them, but the silly disciples scolded the parents for bothering Jesus.  This really upset Him and instead told the kids to come and gather around Him.  He took them in His arms and placed His hands on their heads and blessed them.  At this point, I nearly chuckled to myself as another tune popped up.  Sing along …

 Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world
Red and yellow black and white
They are precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world.


I turned the page and read today’s portion from the Psalms  ~  the very first verse mentioned an army  …

I may never march in the infantry
Ride in the Cavalry
Shoot the artillery
I may never fly over the enemy
But I’m in the Lord’s army!  (yes sir!)


Isn’t scripture fun?!?!?  Let’s see how many Sunday School songs we can come up with … and if you know the scriptures that inspired these songs, jot them down as well!!   I’ll give you a few titles to get you started…

Deep and Wide
This Little Light of Mine

As we are all anxiously waiting for spring to arrive, let’s CLIMB, CLIMB UP SUNSHINE MOUNTAIN together in our memories and share a few songs!

Till next time …