The Turtle Spitter

I was given for my birthday, anniversary, and Christmas a small pond liner, with pump, fountain, 1/2 inch hosing, and… a TURTLE SPITTER. This is its formal, official landscaping term name- “turtle spitter”, It spits water from the pump back into the pond. It more or less happily recycles the water.

This turtle has a happy look on his face despite having a hose clamped to his rear end. He continues day and night to “spit” the water out of his mouth like a fountain.

I am reminded today that God is my filter. When I go to him in pray and scripture ready- giving him my cares, worries he filters them out for me, and then the Holy Spirit comes and fills me back up!

How is God filtering for you today? How is the Holy Spirit filling you?

– Enjoying the peace of filtering and filling with you.

Michele
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The Love of God

The love of God is, to me, so unfathomable.

I become overwhelmed with awe whenever I think of it. How God could love me, a sinner, enough to leave his throne in heaven, humble himself as a man, and die the cruel death of a criminal, just to conquer death and save me from that horrible death. It’s unfathomable.

The Love of God

Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade

To write the love of God above

Would drain the ocean dry

Nor could the scroll contain the whole

Though stretched from sky to sky

Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Frederick M. Lehman, 1917
v. 3 by Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai, 1050

 

The Love of God
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This hymn is precious to me.

There are no better words to describe how I feel that have been laid out in this poetry. You must read this beautiful story of this hymn.

Lehman wrote “These words were found written on a cell wall in a prison some 200 years ago. It is not known why the prisoner was incarcerated; neither is it known if the words were original or if he had heard them somewhere and had decided to put them in a place where he could be reminded of the greatness of God’s love – whatever the circumstances, he wrote them on the wall of his prison cell. In due time, he died and the men who had the job of repainting his cell were impressed by the words. Before their paint brushes had obliterated them, one of the men jotted them down and thus they were preserved.”

Read more of teh story at http://dianaleaghmatthews.com/the-love-of-god/#.XtV3VDOSmCg

I pray that you, too have experienced this merciful love of God. If not, click here to learn about finding it.

Blessings!

Mandy Farmer

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