Amazing Love
How can it be
That you, my King, would die for me?
Amazing Love
I know it's true.
And it's my joy to honor you,
In all I do, I honor you.
words from Chris Tomlin, Amazing Love
Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts
Friday, April 2, 2010
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Life
Help! I haven't blogged in a while and I don't know where to start.....
Hey y'all! I am sorry I haven't posted. I have been thinking about you. God has continued to write His story on our life. It has been fast lately & I have so much to write. Last week we were out of town at the beach. Drew and I led worship and the children's time for the family camp our church does. We had a great time. It was hard to think of being at a family camp because I only had two children with me. Asa went on the Middle School Choir Tour Mission Trip.
So.... a great week at the beach where we wrote Brock's name in the sand.
I am always amazed when I am at the beach that this world is under a curse and that it will all be perfected in the New Heaven and New Earth. Parts are so beautiful that it is foretaste of the grandeur of Heaven. I love the "small" feeling I get at the beach. I am humbled and amazed that the God that created the vast sea shore and told the ocean where to stop loves me and wants to have a relationship with me.
Asa had a great mission trip. He boldly shared the Gospel with two boys. They both invited Jesus into their life as their Lord & Savior! He was so excited. He told the story about his experience at the homecoming concert tonight. I cried through the whole thing. His boldness and enthusiasm encouraged me. He was so confident in the Lord and did a wonderful job speaking in front of a large crowd.
We had a glorious Easter Weekend! I want to write about it soon. I have loved thinking all week long on the message that God spoke to me through our pastor's sermon. We had a sweet time with my brother's family which includes my niece, her husband and their two little boys. We had a 2-year old again in our home running around all weekend. The first morning as he ran with Barrett into our bedroom, I held my eyes closed for a moment and wished I was waking up from the nightmare of Brock's death. I imagined it was Brock's feet pitterpatting with Barrett. The boys loved having Brecken around and couldn't get enough of him. Barrett even said to me on Saturday that he wished we could have a baby and it be born 2 years old.
Well, on Sunday morning after church, we shared with the boys that we are going to have a baby (but not born 2 yrs. old like Barrett said). Yes, you read it right, I am pregnant!!!! I am about 9 weeks. It is a little early for me to be comfortable telling. We usually wait until 12 weeks or so. We decided to tell so that we could have you once more pray for us and walk this journey with us. The story is beautiful and I hope to be able to tell you all about it someday. I would rather sit with each one of you over a cup of coffee and tell you the story. We are excited, but as you can imagine, the news comes with a whole range of emotions. Well there it is!!!! Maybe now you can see why I wasn't sure where to start. Thanks for loving us and praying for us. My Love, Nita
Hey y'all! I am sorry I haven't posted. I have been thinking about you. God has continued to write His story on our life. It has been fast lately & I have so much to write. Last week we were out of town at the beach. Drew and I led worship and the children's time for the family camp our church does. We had a great time. It was hard to think of being at a family camp because I only had two children with me. Asa went on the Middle School Choir Tour Mission Trip.
So.... a great week at the beach where we wrote Brock's name in the sand.
I am always amazed when I am at the beach that this world is under a curse and that it will all be perfected in the New Heaven and New Earth. Parts are so beautiful that it is foretaste of the grandeur of Heaven. I love the "small" feeling I get at the beach. I am humbled and amazed that the God that created the vast sea shore and told the ocean where to stop loves me and wants to have a relationship with me.Asa had a great mission trip. He boldly shared the Gospel with two boys. They both invited Jesus into their life as their Lord & Savior! He was so excited. He told the story about his experience at the homecoming concert tonight. I cried through the whole thing. His boldness and enthusiasm encouraged me. He was so confident in the Lord and did a wonderful job speaking in front of a large crowd.
We had a glorious Easter Weekend! I want to write about it soon. I have loved thinking all week long on the message that God spoke to me through our pastor's sermon. We had a sweet time with my brother's family which includes my niece, her husband and their two little boys. We had a 2-year old again in our home running around all weekend. The first morning as he ran with Barrett into our bedroom, I held my eyes closed for a moment and wished I was waking up from the nightmare of Brock's death. I imagined it was Brock's feet pitterpatting with Barrett. The boys loved having Brecken around and couldn't get enough of him. Barrett even said to me on Saturday that he wished we could have a baby and it be born 2 years old.
Well, on Sunday morning after church, we shared with the boys that we are going to have a baby (but not born 2 yrs. old like Barrett said). Yes, you read it right, I am pregnant!!!! I am about 9 weeks. It is a little early for me to be comfortable telling. We usually wait until 12 weeks or so. We decided to tell so that we could have you once more pray for us and walk this journey with us. The story is beautiful and I hope to be able to tell you all about it someday. I would rather sit with each one of you over a cup of coffee and tell you the story. We are excited, but as you can imagine, the news comes with a whole range of emotions. Well there it is!!!! Maybe now you can see why I wasn't sure where to start. Thanks for loving us and praying for us. My Love, Nita
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The Story
Late yesterday afternoon we learned that due to the rain from the morning, our baseball games were canceled. In trying to decide what to do with our time we remembered we were considering the music program that our church choir was doing. We did not think that we could because of schedule conflicts and honestly, it was not in our 'new' budget. As Drew and I talked about it we decided we would use a gift card for our Anniversary dinner (which is tomorrow) and go to the choir program. What a blessing we received! If you are in the Atlanta area, make plans tonight to go to the Cobb Energy Center to hear the Johnson Ferry Choir and Orchestra's presentation of "The Story." It will definitely prepare your heart for Easter.
As we walked up toward the ticket window a lady stepped away from a group and asked, "Do you have tickets?" We said, "No, we are about to buy them." She said, "How many do you need?" We said, "5." She began counting out five tickets and handed them to us. We offered to pay and she said, "No just receive it as a gift from Holt Rd Baptist in Marietta." Drew and I both looked at each other with tears in our eyes. Wow Lord, you take care of our every need. But our greatest need was about to be met as we sat for over an hour in the presence of the Lord. Feeling Him, Thinking on Him and Worshiping Who He is.
The Cobb Energy Center is a "new" venue in town. None of us had been there. It is a beautiful building but definitely a theater or concert hall feel. The program began by calling upon the Lord to be welcome and present. Oh! He was! As the room became a sanctuary, the presence of the Lord fell all over us. The music was beautiful. I cried through most of it. Since Brock died I haven't sat through one worship service without a tear falling at some point. I am always so moved by the words and music. I am either overcome with what the Lord has done for me, who He is or my deep longing to sing praises to Him for Eternity in Heaven. Often I find myself wondering what Brock hears in Heaven. How beautiful the music must be in its perfect form and how beautiful the angels must sound! When I wasn't crying I was smiling at Barrett. About every 5 minutes he would lean over and tell me a "new" person he recognized. There is Mrs. Rebekah my piano teacher, there is Carter's mom, there is Mr. Johnson, there is my choir teacher..... this went on all night long. He was so excited to see these people on stage. When the soloist sang the most beautiful arrangement of the old hymn, Are you washed in the Blood? he leaned over to me and said, "Mom, white as snow, remember?" I said. "Yeah that's you, Barrett." Asa's favorite part was the sand artist. Have you seen this? (click on the words sand artist, show your kids) He was on stage and creating while the choir sang a couple of songs. It was amazing. His final picture was one from the perspective of Jesus looking from the inside of the tomb out. The linens were laying folded and the stone rolled away with light bursting forth. It was beautiful.
Mason commented that his favorite part was when the two drama ladies talked about the custom of the folded napkin. The reader theater type drama throughout the concert was two ladies in a coffee shop (named HeBrews) talking about how some of our modern day customs originated with the Bible. The last custom they talked about is the custom of the folded napkin. She tells how in Jewish or Hebrew life it was customary for the servant to lay a folded napkin at the table for the Master. The servant would stand out of the way but still pay attention to the needs of the Master. If the Master would get up from the table and crumble his napkin that meant he was finished...BUT if he folded the napkin neatly, it meant he was coming back. The cloth that covered Jesus' face when he was placed in the tomb was neatly folded when the women went back to find the tomb empty. John 20:7 ...as well as the burial cloth that had been around Jesus' head. The cloth was folded up by itself, separate from the linen. The cloth was folded to say, "I am coming back." He is coming back! When he does I will no longer imagine what the music sounds like in Heaven, I will join with the angels singing, Holy Holy Holy!!
The evening was wonderful. I won't mention names but one child did say, "I am so so sorry that I said I did not want to come."
As we walked up toward the ticket window a lady stepped away from a group and asked, "Do you have tickets?" We said, "No, we are about to buy them." She said, "How many do you need?" We said, "5." She began counting out five tickets and handed them to us. We offered to pay and she said, "No just receive it as a gift from Holt Rd Baptist in Marietta." Drew and I both looked at each other with tears in our eyes. Wow Lord, you take care of our every need. But our greatest need was about to be met as we sat for over an hour in the presence of the Lord. Feeling Him, Thinking on Him and Worshiping Who He is.
The Cobb Energy Center is a "new" venue in town. None of us had been there. It is a beautiful building but definitely a theater or concert hall feel. The program began by calling upon the Lord to be welcome and present. Oh! He was! As the room became a sanctuary, the presence of the Lord fell all over us. The music was beautiful. I cried through most of it. Since Brock died I haven't sat through one worship service without a tear falling at some point. I am always so moved by the words and music. I am either overcome with what the Lord has done for me, who He is or my deep longing to sing praises to Him for Eternity in Heaven. Often I find myself wondering what Brock hears in Heaven. How beautiful the music must be in its perfect form and how beautiful the angels must sound! When I wasn't crying I was smiling at Barrett. About every 5 minutes he would lean over and tell me a "new" person he recognized. There is Mrs. Rebekah my piano teacher, there is Carter's mom, there is Mr. Johnson, there is my choir teacher..... this went on all night long. He was so excited to see these people on stage. When the soloist sang the most beautiful arrangement of the old hymn, Are you washed in the Blood? he leaned over to me and said, "Mom, white as snow, remember?" I said. "Yeah that's you, Barrett." Asa's favorite part was the sand artist. Have you seen this? (click on the words sand artist, show your kids) He was on stage and creating while the choir sang a couple of songs. It was amazing. His final picture was one from the perspective of Jesus looking from the inside of the tomb out. The linens were laying folded and the stone rolled away with light bursting forth. It was beautiful.
Mason commented that his favorite part was when the two drama ladies talked about the custom of the folded napkin. The reader theater type drama throughout the concert was two ladies in a coffee shop (named HeBrews) talking about how some of our modern day customs originated with the Bible. The last custom they talked about is the custom of the folded napkin. She tells how in Jewish or Hebrew life it was customary for the servant to lay a folded napkin at the table for the Master. The servant would stand out of the way but still pay attention to the needs of the Master. If the Master would get up from the table and crumble his napkin that meant he was finished...BUT if he folded the napkin neatly, it meant he was coming back. The cloth that covered Jesus' face when he was placed in the tomb was neatly folded when the women went back to find the tomb empty. John 20:7 ...as well as the burial cloth that had been around Jesus' head. The cloth was folded up by itself, separate from the linen. The cloth was folded to say, "I am coming back." He is coming back! When he does I will no longer imagine what the music sounds like in Heaven, I will join with the angels singing, Holy Holy Holy!!
The evening was wonderful. I won't mention names but one child did say, "I am so so sorry that I said I did not want to come."
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