Prayer Request

Tonight I bring you all a prayer request of a good friend of mine. A good friend of his, David, has a sister who is really sick. She has a weak immune system and has recently had a tough physical attack. There is uncertainty about how long she will live. Please keep her, David and their family in your prayers.

"I was sure by now
That You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say “Amen”, and it’s still raining

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
And as You mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away

I’ll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
Every tear I’ve cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry
You raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can’t find You

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth"
~Casting Crowns, Praise You in the Storm

November 19

Why, I do believe it is snowing! Nothing like the first snow of the year to reenergize all of the stressed out college students. The flakes fall and the students are drawn outside, only to become little kids again. There are squeals of delight, tongues stretched out to catch a flake or two and cold, bare hands gathering up the collected snow off cars to throw at someone.

It doesn't last long, but just enough to give them a break from their work and have fun, enjoying the simple things in life.

The trees are alive

I walked out of the building into the cold, misty darkness. But the first thing that I noticed was none of those things; it was the noise that met my ears. From a distance it sounded like the constant crashing of the waves in the ocean, but in Upland, IN I knew better. As I walked closer to a grove of tress, I realized it was the sound of hundreds of birds, all constantly chirping. In the darkness I couldn't see the birds, but I knew the trees must be brimming. All around me, from every cove of trees, this persistent rush of sounds could be heard.

All of a sudden the noise changed from chirping to the flapping of wings. Above my head I hear the sound of the birds relocating and can barely make out their dark figures against the slight glow of the night sky. They settle and rejoin in the chirping that envelops the campus.

What an odd event- the cold night air filled with the sounds of hundreds of unseen birds. Eerie, mystical, intriguing. The cool, wet air against your skin, the glow of the lights in the misty sky meeting your eyes, and the distinct cry of numerous birds overtaking your ears.