Grace Thoughts

  Your glorious presence, O Lord, is my joy I seek the light of your face These riches of glory that I find in Christ Are the sweetest gifts of your grace Your love is mine, Lord, Bought by my Savior My precious Redeemer Who poured himself out unto death Your nearness is my good An infinite treasure Indescribable pleasure Bestowed upon me by your grace JESUS IS MY JOY! And he reigns forever My marvelous Savior  My glorious King of kings O, Lord, you make me glad At the cross of my Savior, he carried my sin Yes, Jesus was crushed for me He exchanged his beauty for my filthy rags To clothe me eternally! Your love is mine, Lord, Bought by my Savior My precious Redeemer Who poured himself out unto death Your nearness is my good An infinite treasure Indescribable pleasure Bestowed upon me by your grace JESUS IS MY JOY! And he reigns forever My marvelous Savior  My glorious King of kings O, Lord, you make me glad Now the way is opened and the way is Christ Into your presence and rest By fait

(Some reflections that I found on my laptop from a couple years ago)                     When I think of the word broken , images of my kitchen covered with the debris of my 9x13 glass dish come to mind. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was in such a frantic hurry. I had just gotten home from the grocery store, and I was trying to quickly make my husband a breakfast of hard-boiled eggs. I put the eggs into a pot and filled it with cold water. Now onto the stove on the back burner. I made a mental note of the dirty 9x13 glass dish on the front burner still sitting where I had set it yesterday after pulling it from the oven. Yesterday it had been the source of culinary delight as it wafted with the lovely smells of finely cooked Tilapia (aka a quick, easy dinner of frozen fish fillets sprinkled with whatever I could find amidst the seasonings strewn about my messy kitchen as my two children fussed and cried for my attention); but now, it was the source of the fishy smell in m