The Cape Hatteras Lighthouse

lighthouse

Our Alma Mater

JMU's Wilson Hall against our beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains

JMU

4th of July

Fireworks at the Nation's capital

4th of July

Generations

Our boy and Great Grandpa

Generations

On Top of the World

On the Mountain

Christmas Picture

The boys at our favorite Christmas tree farm

Boys

WWII Memorial

Posing with history

WWII Memorial

Baby with a Sun Hat

A lady on holiday...

Sun Hat

Let's Go Fly a Kite...

Flying our new kite at the beach

Kite

Beach Bums

Our guys checking out something in the sand

Beach Bums

The Sunset

Watching another beautiful soundside sunset

Momma watching the Sunset

Watching the Sunset

Watching the sunset over the Sound

Sunset

Moon over Arizona

Looking up at the moon from the mountains near Phoenix

Moon

Deep Thoughts

Contemplating the duck-pond

Deep Thoughts

Inside the Box

A moment of rest

In the Box

Gardening with Grandma

Helping to plant flowers

Planting

Not So Sure

Any idea what she is thinking?

Baby

Finding Comfort

Nothing like a thumb to suck and arms to hold you

The Brothers

Best of friends (most of the time)

Playing Coy

Our shy little lady

Daddy's Girl

Mommy & Her Girl

Christmas tree hunting

Woodcutters

Who gets to cut down the tree?

Sweet Siblings

Snuggles for a baby sister

Celebrating

The Big Three

Loving The Snow

Snow Bear

Watching

And obviously very entertained

Winter Fun

Sledding anyone?

Two Beauties

Mommy's favorite girl and favorite flower

Staying Cool In The Sun

Already a fashion plate

A Portioned Life

Nov 20th, 2008 by angie | 3

One of my favorite hymns growing up was “Father I Know That All My Life”. I think one of my reasons for liking it was because it was a favorite of my “second mom”, Emma. As I’ve gotten older and walked through my own wildernesses, it has become dear to me for other reasons. It’s a song of petition. It’s a song of contentment. It’s a song of strength. It’s a song of childlike faith. It’s a song of promise.

Recently I sent the lyrics to our worship director, Burress, and asked him to put it to a different tune for me. Today I sat in puddles of tears in my kitchen as I listened to his reflection on these powerful words and prayed about my tomorrow. About finding out whether or not I’m facing cancer again.

I am clinging. He gives the daily strength.

Here is what Burress sent me (Thank you, Burr!). May you be blessed as I have been in knowing that all our life is portioned out by our loving Father.

 

May He be glorified no matter what my tomorrow holds!

Father, I know that all my life
Is portioned out for me,
The changes that are sure to come
I do not fear to see;
I ask Thee for a present mind
Intent on pleasing Thee.

I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do
Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.

I ask Thee for daily strength,
To none that ask denied,
A mind to blend with outward life
While keeping at Thy side;
Content to fill a little space,
If Thou be glorified.

In service which Thy will appoints
There are no bonds for me;
My inmost heart is taught “the truth”
That makes Thy children “free.”
A life of self renouncing love
Is a life of liberty.
(Anna L. Waring, 1850)

3 Comments on “A Portioned Life”


  1. Carol Crabtree said:

    Amen.

    Angie, May the peace of God which surpasses all understanding guard your heart and mind through Christ Jesus. I am praying for you sister.

    Love,
    Carol


  2. Sarah Wingard said:

    “I ask Thee for daily strength, to none that ask denied.” What beautiful truth. I’m praying with you Angie, and I’ll be thinking about you all day tomorrow.

    LOVE you so much,
    Sarah


  3. Ann Marie said:

    And now I sit in a puddle of grateful tears, having been reminded that the Lord has numbered our days. And He knows what number you and I are on today! Thanks for sharing, Ann Marie

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