Monday, December 22, 2008
An Indirect Way To Compliment Another - A Direct Way To Praise God
I often say to my wife, "No one can cook our favorite meals like you can." In other words, we are stating that there is something incomparable about the way that she cooks. It's a compliment that kind of comes in through the back door. But with the Lord God we give Him direct praise when we proclaim that "there is none like Thee" (Isaiah 44:7, 8b). He is the incomparable God. Furthermore, we read in Hosea 13:4b, "there is no Savior besides Me." We read this again in Isaiah 43:3 and 43:11. God is certainly glorified in our praise as we declare His majesty, excellence, glory, transcendence and incomparability to any other. We are reminded in this season that there is no Savior besides Him, to Whom all glory and praise belong. Gloria in excelsis Deo!
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It's hard to believe that you have been in Dallas for over a month. You're absence is definitely felt and you both are thought of and prayed for everyday.
Abi had a sweet moment with Bethany Monday evening when she took her to your house to get her ready for bed. She opened the closet door where all the coats were hanging, paused and said to Abi, "It smells like my Dad in here." Even your smell, Chris, lingers as a reminder of your presence to your precious one.
Soon they will be with you, May the Lord cover your time with them with His presence and His blessing.
"Lord, You do not abdicate Your throne when the sun goes down, nor do You leave the world during all those long wintry nights to be the prey of evil. Your eyes watch us like the stars, and Your arms surround us as the band of planets belts the sky. The benefit of kindly sleep and all the influences of the moon are in Your hand, and the alarms and solemnities of night are equally with You. This is very sweet to me when walking in the midnight hours or tossing to and fro in anguish. There are precious fruits supplied by the moon as well as by the sun: May my Lord make me a favored partaker in them." Spurgeon
Love you and miss you (but not your smell!)
Tim and Sharon
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