Steady and Strong

I am a steady and strong woman of God
A steady and strong child of God

He keeps me that way
My Daddy
As I trust Him
And believe He is who He says He is
And I am who He says I am...

Steady and strong
He keeps me that way...

When my body tells me the opposite
When the whispering of the accuser tells me otherwise...
I need to remember
That I am holding His hand
And He is strong and steady
And He keeps me strong and steady!

My God is forever faithful, able,
Always keeping me
Strong and steady!

The Blessing of Life Itself

So often as a child, as a teen, as a young adult...
I gazed upon this same scene
As I walked out the door of my house, or walked up and down the hill to the barn...

But I do not remember the beauty, the splendor, the treasure
that I see here tonight...
this beauty that takes my breathe away...

Faintly, I remember those stirrings, those thoughts of
'This is a beautiful place!"
But nothing like the sentiment I have tonight after 40 years...

Why?
Is it because the familiar of today, the routine, the business of our everyday
We miss the treasure, the gift, the poured out blessing?
Or
Maybe the years that have pasted and the experiences we have experienced
Have made the treasures of the past become greater...

I don't want to miss the treasure that is in front of me today
The beauty, the specialness of the relationship, the poured out blessing,

Or the blessing of life itself!