Great is the Lord

Katherine H. Purdy

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“Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and His greatness is unsearchable.

One generation shall praise thy works to another, and shall declare thy mighty acts,

I will speak of the glorious honor of thy majesty and of thy wondrous works.”

Psalms 145:3-5

This gorgeous photograph was taken by my friend, Kathie T. Kingery.

Kathie Trent Kingery

Miss K’s Photography

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Braided Hair Ribbons for Valentines

JK Purdy wedding with 3 adorable flowergirls

I saw a picture of woven hair accessories in Pinterest and it reminded me of our three sweet flower girls – in 1985! They looked so adorable and as you see, couldn’t wait for cake! Although the wedding was in late summer, I thought the hair accessories would make adorable valentines Day hairbows.

Most of all, I love seeing those three sweet little girls who are now mothers with children of their own. I wonder if their little girls would like to wear these hair accessories for Valentines Day?

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I found a tutorial for making braided ribbons. I found ribbons with flowers but you can add any accessory. Perhaps heart button or heart-bead for this month.

Ribbon woven hair barette

The Goody split barrettes are available at Amazon.com.

(Goody Womens Classic Metal Double Bar Barrette 4CT #01732)

Now if only I had a little girl to make some for! If you make one, please send a pic to share with our readers. Have fun!

Kathy

 

 

 

How to make luxurious body butter with just three ingredients

I can’t wait to try this!

Body butter blog

My biggest advice for someone who is trying to switch over to a more natural, healthy lifestyle is to just do a little at a time, and I follow my own advice. I think it is the key to sustaining changes in the future.

Now that it doesn’t feel like such a struggle to buy, cook and eat naturally, I’m starting to take aim at other areas in my life. My new goals? Switching over the health and beauty products I’m using to more natural alternatives. Our skin is our largest organ, right? So, why would we want to gunk it up with a bunch of junk? I’ll admit my cabinets have been filled with Bath and Body Works lotion. It’s my weakness, but after I checked out the ingredient list (and realized I didn’t know what nearly anything was), I decided to end the love affair. Seriously, check this…

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Bringing in the Sheaves

“They that sow in tears shallreap in joy.

He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.”

Psalms 126:5-6

As a child, I often sang the song, Bringing in the Sheaves without really understanding what it truly meant.

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According to Wikipedia,
The lyrics were written in 1874 by Knowles Shaw, who was inspired by Psalm 126:6, “He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.” Shaw also wrote music for these words, but they are now usually set to a tune by George Minor, written in 1880.

Wow, I didn’t know the song has been around so long. I have heard stories of children who misunderstood and thought they were singing about bringing in sheets – as in bringing in the laundry. My Mom was one of them. I smile as I imagine Mom as a child, belting out the words, “bringing in the sheets!” According to Merriam-Webster dictionary, ashe Full Definition of sheaf
plural sheaves play \ˈshēvz\
1
: a quantity of the stalks and ears of a cereal grass or sometimes other plant material bound together
2
: something resembling a sheaf of grain <a sheaf of papers>
3
: a large amount or number

However, there is much more meaning in this song and in the Bible verse from which it is taken. (Psalms 126:6)

Several years ago, the Lord showed me the power in these verses in a way I had not seen before.

[In the Amplified Version, verse 5: “They who sow in tears shall reap in joy and singing.” I like that. When the Lord blesses, I sing. When I fail – I go to His Word and then sing.] Verse 5 defines verse 6 in a nutshell. So I shall concentrate on verse 6.

  1. He that goeth forth – requires action.
  2. and Weepeth – weeping. To feel such a burden to pray for someone that it brings tears. From the heart. It is deep and personal. Not selfish tears but caring so much that it breaks our heart. When I realized this, I knew it was from the Lord. There was someone who needed the Savior and I didn’t have any way to contact that person. So I prayed and as I prayed, a river of tears came and a burden that was so strong, I prayed several times a day for that one the Lord loved even more than I.  It also requires Humility
  3. bearing precious seed – I love the word “precious” used here. The implication that this is good seed.                                                            [“But this I say, He which soweth sparingly shall reap also sparingly; and he which soweth bountifully shall reap also bountifully.” 2 Corinthians 9:6]                                                    [“Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting. And let us not be weary in well doing; for in due season, we shall reap, if we faint not.” Galatians 6:7-9]                                                    In these verses, I have learned to be a good steward.  As we pray, it must not be selfish.                                                                                    Praying as the Spirit leads for others. That His will may be done. That He will soften a hard heart. That others will repent and will receive Christ as their Savior.                                                                                Sharing the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ as we are prompted by the Holy Spirit.                                                                                                  Teaching the Word of God Faithfully; “rightly dividing the Word of God.” (2 Timothy 2:15)                                                                                                       In other words, live in a way that pleases Him. “the just shall live by faith. Sowing good seed. In my minds eye, I saw the person for whom I was praying to be saved. Before this was answered, I asked the Lord to show me any root of bitterness in my heart and asked His forgiveness and then when I brought that loved one to the foot of the cross, on my knees, in tears. Only then did He answer in abundance!
  4. shall doubtless come again – Returning – Harvest Time
  5. Rejoicing – abundance of joy.
  6. Bringing his sheaves with him – Reward – Answered Prayer – Souls led to Christ.

The person I was praying for was “my Daddy.” I had my Daddy at the top of my prayer list for many years. (About 30 years!) At first, as a child and new believer, I prayed that my Daddy would come to know Christ as his savior so that some day, I could meet him in Heaven. Around 1998, the burden to pray for my Daddy was so strong, it seemed as a weight. I had to pray. I prayed for his salvation but that wasn’t enough. He placed on my heart the need to find my Daddy and to share the Love of Christ with him. That seemed to be an impossible mission. You see, Mom had told me about my Dad. He was a sergent in the U.S. Marine Corps. I had a birth certificate but his real name was not listed.

The Lord led me to pray for my Mom – that The Holy Spirit would convict her and that He would soften her heart to repentance. (John was praying with me.) A few days later, the doorbell rang and I opened the door, Mom was standing there with a piece of paper. “I think this is what you need to find your Daddy,” she said as she handed me my grandmother’s obituary. My Aunt still lived in her mother’s house. I looked up her phone number on line and asked if she could give me her brother’s address. She did!

We had Pastor Brodie and the Sunday School class praying as I made a phone call the following night. The first try, I got the answering machine. It was amazing just to hear my father’s voice. It was the realization that my Daddy was not a ficticious character residing in the portal of my mind and heart but is real and needed the Lord.

John and I prayed and with a shaky hand, I dialed the number and he answered. After explaining who I was, he said the most wonderful words I had longed to hear. “I remember you!” He told me that the last time he saw me, I was three but looked like I was two. He even remembered every detail – down to the blue glasses and the color of my outfit. He had always wondered about me but thought Mom must not have told him about me.

He and his wife came for a wonderful visit. I think seeing out loved ones in Heaven will feel something like being held in my Daddy’s arms for the first time.  We visited them after Christmas that year. You cannot imagine the overwhelming joy as we shared the Gospel with them and they both received Christ as their Savior.  It was then I understood about bringing in the Sheaves – Psalms 126:6-9.

I was reminded of this tonight. I was playing the piano and noticed verse three of Bringing in the Sheaves.

“Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, tho the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; When our weeping’s over He will bid us welcome – we shall come rejoicing, bring in the sheaves.”

This is my testimony of how the Lord turned weeping into rejoicing as we sowed in tears and reaped the abundant harvest with joy.

Blessings to you as you sow seeds for Him.

Kathy

 

 

Thank you!

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I love this Norman Rockwell picture. Just the expressions on the children’s faces would make anyone smile!

For those unsung heros at Christmas time – the US Postal Service, UPS, Fed-Ex, box stores and all of the people who work for online shopping/shipping department who work tirelessly to get our packages out on time. I just wanted to thank you for your hard work. You are appreciated!

I must confess that our packages and cards are going out late this year, so I am asking your forgiveness in advance!

Wrapped gift

This reminds me of the most wonderful gift of all. Jesus won’t you receive His gift of salvation to you today?

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Little Isabel’s Christmas Joy – Part 6

Where is our focus this Christmas? I would love to see more Christmas movies and stories where The Lord Jesus Christ is the focus. How about you? Are you focused on Him this Christmas?

(To see previous chapters, look at December 2013 in the Archives. Have a blessed Christmas this year!  Kathy

“He’s here, He’s here. Everybody come and see” she called from the foot of the stairs, “He’s finally here!”

“Who’s here?” Papa said as he rubbed his chin and smoothed his hair which was sticking out in every direction.

“You mean he was here, don’t ya’ Sis?” Eugene said as he slid down the banister and bumped into Mama who ran from the kitchen to see the commotion.

“No! He’s here in the parlor. He’s here – just as He said!”

“Isabel dear,” Mama said softly, what do you mean?”

Isabel took Mama’s hand and ran directly to the stable. She cried out in delight as she looked in to the eyes of the Baby Jesus lying in the manger. “All those years, we waited and waited and He Came!”

“Oh, Isabel dear, Jesus came almost 2000 years ago. We celebrate Christmas because He came. The carved baby in the manger is just a reminder that He came. You know that this is sort of a picture of Him. Something we can hold onto as we read God’s Word but it’s just an object. We mustn’t make an idol. You know this doll isn’t Jesus.”

“Yes Mama, I know that. But He came, didn’t He?” Isabel said as her eyes filled with tears. He came because He loved us, right? That’s what Eugene and Curtis said from the Bible.”

“Yes child.” Mama said softly.

“Jesus loves me Mama and I love Jesus.”

Papa moved in closer, picked her up and held her tightly as she held Baby Jesus in her hand.

“You’re right, Isabel.” Papa said and wiped a tear from her cheek. “We love Him because He first loved us and you know what?”

Isabel shook her head from side to side.

“He’s coming again!”

“He is?” Isabel pushed back to see Papa and Mama’s faces. “Will he be in a stable?”

“No, but He will be riding on a white horse and will come as The King of King and Lord of Lords!”

“We will see Him?”

“Yes Isabel,” Mama said as she wiped the tears from Isabel’s eyes. “We talk to Him every time we pray and He speaks to us through His Word, The Bible! It is my prayer that someday you, your brothers and sisters will receive Christ as your Savior. We will live with Him forever.”

Isabel looked at the image in her hand, at her parents and to the image again. Finally closing her eyes and said, “Jesus I love you because You first loved me. Thank you for coming! Thank you for Christmas!

“Mama,” she whispered, before we look in our socks and open presents, may we sing?”

“That would be wonderful, Isabel. What shall we sing?”

“Joy to the world the Lord has come!”

Christmas Memories~Story Time

 

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Photo by kathiekingeryphotography.com

“Nannie, Can we make gingerbread men like your Mama made?” Kristen asked as she looked up at her great grandmother.

“Oh, I know we can. We may bake gingerbread men tomorrow afternoon.” Nannie said as the timer on the oven beeped.

“Now, lets have cookies fresh from the oven with a glass while of milk and I will tell you all about Christmases past.”

Kristen’s enormous blue eyes twinkled as she climbed on Nannie’s red step stool/chair and laughed as Nannie pushed the vintage stool close to the table.

“Now,” Nannie said as cookies, milk were in place before them and Kristen said a quick blessing, the story began. “When I was your age, I had two older brothers and a baby sister, Maggie. We were a poor family but we were rich in the blessing of love.

“Did you have a Christmas tree?”

“Oh, yes. We always had a Christmas tree. Some years we had small trees but in 1919 we had a wonderful, large tree.

“Did you get to help put the lights and decorations on the tree?”

“Oh, no. We didn’t have electricity.” Nannie smiled at little Kristen’s reaction. “Few people in our neighborhood had electricity. We lit kerosene lamps and candles. There were shelves on the wall to hold the lamps so that they wouldn’t get knocked over. That would have caused a fire, you see.”

“In 1919, we didn’t help with the tree at all. Mama and Papa liked to surprise us. Before going to bed on Christmas Eve, Mama told us to hang us our largest sock on a hook on the mantle of the fireplace. It was so exciting! Eugene and Curtis knew what to expect but it was my first Christmas that I would remember.” Nannie signed, took a sip of milk and looked ahead as if seeing that Christmas on the wall of her memory. “It was hard to go to sleep that night.

My brothers had told me something special would happen in the morning and no matter what, ‘don’t get out of bed!’ Of course, I heard a lot of strange sounds coming from the front room – that’s what Mama called our living room.”

“Oh,” Kristen said as she stuffed the last piece of cookie into her mouth. “What made the noises?”

“I didn’t know. I heard my brothers giggling from their side of the curtain dividing our room. Sometimes I thought I heard Papa’s voice and Mama’s soft laugh but I knew that couldn’t be true because Papa always went to bed at sundown because he had to get up so early to do chores. I finally got to sleep but before the rooster crowed, Eugene and Curtis woke me up. They each held my hand as we walked into the front room with their hands over my eyes. ‘Squeeze your eyes closed – real tight,’ they said. When Mama told me to open my eyes, I couldn’t believe it! A beautifully decorated tree with candles had appeared in the room! At least that’s what I thought.” Nannie said with a chuckle.

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Kristen leaned close and whispered, “Were there bunches of pretty presents under the tree?”

“We each had two gifts under the tree. Mama always knitted hats, scarves and mittens for us; wrapping them as one package and Papa had made a special gift for each of us. He built a small dollhouse for me,  complete with furniture and a doll family to live in it. I was so excited, I almost forgot to look in my sock. The boys didn’t forget, however. They went to the socks first. Each sock contained an orange which was a treat for us. We only had oranges at Christmas. There were nuts, a silver dollar, peppermint sticks and I got new hair ribbons. The boys got brand new pencils and a harmonica for each. We were so excited about our new gifts, we almost forgot breakfast.”

“What did the boys get under the tree, Nannie?”

“They got hand carved horses from Papa.” Nannie smiled and poured more milk for Kristen. “We had pancakes for breakfast. Just as we were beginning to eat, there was a knock on the door. It was then we realized it was snowing. Papa went to the door and there was a large basket of food with our name on it. The card was signed, Merry Christmas!” Nannie stopped to wipe her eyes with the corner of her apron. “The basket of food was sitting on a brand new sled for us to share. You see, we were very poor that Christmas and didn’t even have a chicken to roast for Christmas dinner. There was a turkey with all the fixins’, two pies and a cake. Flour, sugar, salt and coffee were also in the basket. Mama told us only Jesus knew she had used the rest of the ingredients on the pancakes. She said that she prayed about making the gingerbread men because she wouldn’t have enough to bake bread after Christmas. When she sat down at the table, she opened her Bible. God said He would provide and He did.

After breakfast, papa got out his old banjo and we sang Christmas carols all day. The best part was reading about how God provided His Son, baby Jesus so that we can go to Heaven and live with Him some day. You see, Christmas isn’t about the gifts, the food or even about the tree. It’s about Jesus; our Savior who left Heaven to be born of a virgin in a stable with a manger for a bed like a lamb.”

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“I love Jesus!” Kristen said as she slid off her stool to give Nannie a big hug. “I love Christmas too.”

“Me too,” Nannie said as she returned the hug. “Now, when you come back tomorrow we will bake gingerbread boys while I tell you about your Grammy’s Christmas when she was your age.”

Just then the doorbell rang and Kristen’s mother walked into the kitchen. “I want to be part of that too! I’ve never heard that story before.”

“Oh, if you come often enough, I could tell enough stories to fill a book. I’m so glad you came! Walking down memory lane always makes me feel like a child again – experiencing the joy of Christmas all over again and again.”