Marriage and the Love Between a Man and a Woman

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It’s Bro. Edu Cortez’s fault, that very talented photographer behind the lens of Extreme Details Photography – glory to God! He posts these beautiful photos of brides and their grooms, their poses and bodies speak of a language only a man and a woman so in-love with each other know and understand. These evoke exquisite emotions that are not commonly felt – well, not by a wife in her mid-forties like me :)! But, alas! The hopeless romantic in me succumbs to wonderful thoughts about love stirred up by these prenup and wedding photos.

They definitely make me think about the love that captures a man and a woman and brings them to a place where they could give of themselves to each other – in mind, in spirit, in heart, in body – in the sanctity of marriage. It is almost magical; a spellbinding process that is beyond their control.

I can’t help but think about Jacob and Rachel. Jacob, upon seeing Rachel for the first time, wept. Could it be that the rush of emotions was like an avalanche washing over him he just couldn’t express it in words he chose to weep? A love so powerful it seized him in an instant and spurred him to kiss that beautiful young woman who had just captured his heart? The Bible tells that he “lifted up his voice and wept”. I imagine that there were actually no words that came out of his lips but maybe only a pained cry, the soul’s expression of an emotion so strong and wanting to be released. Doesn’t love do that? It moves you so much it hurts?

Without a doubt, the love between a man and a woman is beautiful because it was from God and created by Him. It was part of His design of things from the time of Adam and Eve. And though disobedience drove the very first couple out of Eden, God did not take back the gift of love that He had given them in the beginning. And so, it is what we know and have to this day.

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Man and woman were created for each other. They are bound by love that makes pure, sanctifies, and not defiles – only in marriage. “Marriage is honorable among all, and the bed undefiled; but fornicators and adulterers God will judge” (Heb. 13:4). The man honors the woman by giving himself to her in marriage, while the woman honors him by submitting to him. The husband is commanded to love his wife as Christ loves the Church (Eph. 5:25). The love of Christ sanctifies, nurtures, endures. It is a love that serves and suffers long.

So when I see a groom holding his bride with much love, care, and admiration, I am in awe of this wonder that God has given His creation.

I have been blessed with a faithful husband whose love holds in sickness and in health, in trials and in triumph. Often, the problem with couples, especially those who are still young, is that they are so idealistic. They look at other couples or spouses and compare. That’s where discontent, criticisms, complaints, fault-finding, and strife come in.

A year after our wedding, I experienced all these things with other marital problems. That’s why soon after, our marriage broke apart. (To read more of our testimony, click here).

When we received the Lord Jesus Christ and He restored our marriage and family, there were still problems and challenges we faced as husband and wife. But our Savior’s mercy and grace held us and taught us.

The world teaches women to be independent and self-sufficient, even to be independent (or defiant) from their husbands, thanks to the feminist movement. But this is in direct disobedience and rebellion against God’s commandment.

Therefore, just as the church is subject to Christ, so let the wives [submit] to their own husbands in everything(Eph. 5:24)

For those who live and walk in the Spirit, we know that there is actually liberty in obeying God’s Word to submit to our husbands. Going into the marriage with reservations and holding back ourselves, and striving against our husbands could actually be a prison that we make for ourselves. When we willingly release ourselves in submission to our husbands, we usher in God’s approval, and hence, His favor, and everything flows easier.

This kind of submission doesn’t mean we must lose our voice. It means we honor our husbands by listening to them, respecting their decisions, opinions, and views, be led by them, and not usurp their authority.

This is God’s grand design for marriage.

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Journey with Jesus,

rina

The Practice of Love

The kids and I gather together this evening. I had been desiring for our family to have a gathering in the evenings to read the Bible, talk about what we have read, each give thanks for the day, then pray. But I know that my beloved husband can’t be easily invited to such. He sings praises, worships and prays every night for more or less two hours. Gathering with the family for the purposes I have mentioned is a thing he’d rather not join. This saddens me but I was determined to start with our two kids.

Hannah and I have been meeting to read the Bible and discuss, but this time, we include soon-to-be five-year-old Tim for he also needs a lot of teaching and praying over.

Lately, I have been thinking deeply on how to honour God more in my life. I felt that there must be something more to all the things that I do, something that is wrought by the Lord in and through me. I know that I lack and I err and I fail to follow through all that He wants me to  be and to do.

So the three of us gather together, forming a small circle (I don’t want any of the Lord’s words to fall to the ground). We talk about love. I point out to them that we are not loving the way the Lord Jesus wants us to. I tell them that sometimes we choose to be impatient, unkind, ungentle to one another. I point to myself. Why do I let myself speak harshly at times and snap rather than pay attention? Why can’t I completely rein in my temper and just be known for my gentleness? Why can’t I stop myself from answering back their dad when I am hurt? Why can’t I just take the pain and keep quiet? Most often, it’s my pride that gets hurt. So then, why can’t I just kill my pride? Didn’t the Lord tell us to pluck out our eye or cut off our hand if these make us sin? To have a meek and quiet spirit is still my earnest prayer.

“If I am not known for my gentleness, what am I known for? What are we known for?” I ask them, voice cracking. Why would you shove your brother to the side? I am looking intently at Hannah. Why can’t we love just like the Lord loves? Tears find their way out.

“We can’t stay like this”, I tell them. But I also tell them that I’m thankful I’m hurt and broken this way, for that means I’m not numb to God and His commandments. For if one has become numb and unmindful of God and what He thinks, one has become barren, spiritually dead. I am thankful for His tuggings at my heart for I know I am fully feeling, knowing, seeing. I am fully awake! The tears flow freely.

And I tell them more, like the Lord’s commandment (well, more like an urgent plea) to His disciples before He was taken to be crucified.

A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.

35 By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another. (John 13:34-35, emphasis added)

We will be known as the Lord’s disciples by the way we love  one another.

“Can we begin to practise love, really, intentionally practise love everyday starting today? Just like how the Lord loves us?” I ask them. The Lord is not harsh nor unkind nor shoves nor shouts at us. Hannah nods sincerely.

I hold Tim’s face. His still-baby skin feels so soft in my hand. I tell him about loving by showing respect. I tell him what is love and what is not. I explain, I implore, and I am held in awe by how his beautiful eyes grow bigger and rounder. His eyes have opened and rounded to the full and I am amazed at the beauty of the faith of a child. If only we could easily open our eyes that big and round and fix them to Jesus, just like little children do. 

Maybe then we would not miss anything. Maybe then we could practise love everyday, even every moment.

We end with prayer. I pray and reach and cry out to God. I offer up our lives; we are His. For only in His light do our uglinesses vanish and we are changed. And we love Him so, with all our hearts, minds, and souls. Copious tears keep streaming down. We have been touched.

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More Than Overseas Workers

It is with great gladness that I share this with you today. Though I’m still recuperating from severe diarrhea with fever and body pains that I suffered during the holidays, the Lord has brought a new wave of freshness to my humble work.

I’ve heard so many testimonies from overseas workers and seamen in our Church, JESUS MIRACLE CRUSADE INTERNATIONAL MINISTRY, of how they are being used by the Lord to advance His kingdom. Our country, Philippines, is known for “exporting” work force – professionals as well as skilled workers – to all parts of the world, but mostly to the Middle East. They are called OFWs or Overseas Filipino Workers. A lot of Filipinos also choose to work as seamen since this is a high-paying job, and though life in the ship is hard, compounded by the agony of being far away from their loved ones, they make the sacrifice, for it is through their overseas jobs that they can put food on their tables, build their dream houses, and send their kids to school. So, in general, that is the life of the overseas Filipino worker.

But the Christians from our Church who are OFWs are more than that. They are also zealous workers in the vineyard of the Lord, even in a foreign land which maybe hostile against Christianity, or aboard a cargo ship surrounded by other nationalities. For years I’ve been hearing their testimonies of how they work to preach the Gospel side by side with their jobs wherein they were hired, but it is only now that I realized this is actually the fulfilment of God’s great commission.

Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature. (Mark 16:15)

(Above photos were taken during the JMCIM-Saudi Arabia Spiritual Revival Gathering held last October, attended by Riyadh, Al-Khobar, Jeddah, and Dammam brethren with their visitors. Photos courtesy of Sis. Luchie Villacarlos.)

(Photo taken during the 5th Church Anniversary of JMCIM-Dubai Outreach, courtesy of Bro. Enry Bantay.)

They voluntarily give themselves to the furtherance of the Gospel, despite their full-time job, and put up outreach stations where they can meet and worship. They invite colleagues, co-workers, and friends, and their groups continue to grow. More outreach stations are mushrooming, specially in the Middle East. In Saudi Arabia, they go to such dangerous lengths just to gather and worship. I wrote about JMCIM-Saudi Arabia’s activities here. I hope you’ll have time to read it and be encouraged by how these beloved brethren in Christ put their lives in danger for the sake of the Gospel. Through their labors and the unceasing prayers with fasting of our beloved Hon. Pastor Wilde Almeda, many have received the Lord Jesus Christ, Muslims have converted, and they continue to serve the Lord to this day. 

(One of many Bible Studies at POLO/OWWA, Doha-Qatar)

Lately, the beloved brethren in Qatar have been holding crusades in the OWWA (Overseas Workers Welfare Association ) Office where many of our beloved countrymen are housed. Most of them are destitute, being faced with seemingly unsurmountable problems, such as disputes with the government, their employers or co-workers or battling illness. After they had heard the Gospel and received the Lord Jesus Christ, their problems had been resolved and most of them had been sent home.

(General worship service of JMCIM-Hong Kong; photo courtesy of Sis. Satty Bulusan)

(Beloved HK brethren giving out Church invitations; photos courtesy of Sis. Satty Bulusan)

In Hong Kong as you know, many of our countrymen work there as domestic helpers. Brethren from JMCIM maintain an outreach station there and they meet every Sunday when most of them are off from work. Every now and then, the main Church in Manila sends a preacher to visit them and stays for weeks. After their Sunday worship service, these faithful brethren go out and share the Gospel to others and bring them to Christ. It would be late when they return to the homes where they serve. That is how they spend their day off.

The seamen are not behind in their calling either. They are as zealous in sharing the Gospel and winning souls. Whether they are captains of the ship, engineers, technicians, or cooks, they are used by the Lord in furthering the kingdom. I’ve heard many testimonies of how they had been saved through a fellow sailor. Indeed, in our Church, seamen form a large number and they serve the Lord with their families.

These Christians have tasted first-hand the goodness of God: they have received His tremendous mercy and the blessings of a new life in Him. These are living testimonies – freed from vices and addictions, healed of diseases and illnesses, families restored – who believe without a doubt that they are heirs of eternal life. These are the things that drive them to share Christ and His Gospel.

Additional reading: A Light to Others (with the testimony of Bro. Ren Gumayagay, a seaman)

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My gratitude list ~ the gifts I received from the hand of the Lord:

  • Being healed of severe diarrhoea, fever and body pains after prayer and laying of hands by my beloved husband.
  • the love and care my daughter Hannah showed while I was sick; grateful to see how she has learned love and learning Christ.
  • Tim thoughtfully putting an orange on my food tray
  • anointed testimonies and choir singing on Sunday service; the Lord’s fervent love that never grows cold
  • worshipers being filled with the Holy Spirit, speakings in tongues, the mighty sound of the powerful moving of the living God – a glorious, glorious sight!
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Reflections on Healing Moments’ Second Year {and a Beautiful Bible Giveaway}

It was late at night one weekend. The whole family was just wrapping up the after-dinner cavorting, storytelling, laughing, and all things love and joy the Lord has blessed our family with. When the kids were about to go to their own beds, Hannah saw me sit up to prepare for my nightly devotion. (Often, when husband and kids have gone to bed, that’s the only time I start to praise, pray, read my Bibles, and write on my blog). She asked, “Mom, are you going to write now?” And I told her I had to sing praises and worship first. I cannot just start writing without first worshiping. I rely solely on God for wisdom and inspiration.

It’s my second year of blogging, both here and in Minister of Mercy. At the start of the year, I felt the Lord leading me into a whole new way of writing. That is, to give more of myself. And after almost a year of giving through writing, I know I have grown fuller and deeper.  I liken it to a river that has been dredged. As I continue to follow the path of writing what’s truly in my soul, heart and mind, and what I could dig up from my journey with the Lord Jesus, as long as it ministers to the reader – my spiritual life has definitely become deeper.

Every time I read the Bible, write on my journal, or even when I’m cooking, I meditate on what to write about. The Lord has been teaching me to choose that which I myself had gone through or presently going through and also to not be too wary in sharing the lessons learned or still learning, the struggles and wrestlings I find myself in, and to not only focus on the victories. For God is glorified both in battle as well as in triumph.

These past months, I have been mindful of His urgings and have listened to His counsel that when I give myself this way, I have really nothing to lose. For my life has been surrendered to Him. He owns it and I am hid in Him. I have also found unusual joy in writing to share those things that others would rather choose to keep hidden.

What I tell you now in the darkness, shout abroad when daybreak comes. What I whisper in your ear, shout from the housetops for all to hear! (Mat. 10:27 NLT)

I recently read two Christian books whose authors wished they had a powerful testimony to tell. Yes, they bemoaned that they grew up as good girls, studied and married as good girls, and so their experience of God was also safe. They wanted to have a testimony that tells of how the Lord Jesus Christ had turned their lives around, like that of the testimony of a former drug addict, adulterous woman, and such like.

Reading this has certainly made me more grateful for my life. I have always talked and written about my testimony and my deep gratitude to the Lord for turning my life around, restoring my family, and raising me up from my sick bed. But I have not really considered holding such a powerful testimony to be a precious gift in and of itself. I often wished I were saved by a different reason, by just being a good girl perhaps. But as I had written in one of my testimony posts, I know that wouldn’t have worked. If I continued to be a good girl and did not stumble just as when I had my young family, I know I wouldn’t have this intimate relationship with God now. And I wouldn’t even have a salvation to speak of, for being good doesn’t save anyone, but faith in the Lord Jesus Christ does.

So, by the grace of God, I will continue to share my testimony for therein He is glorified. I will continue to rip my heart open to give, by way of prayers and written words.

So, affectionately longing for you, we were well pleased to impart to you not only the gospel of God, but also our own lives, because you had become dear to us(1 Thess. 2:8, emphasis added)

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2nd Blog Anniversary Giveaway!

A leather-bound, embossed designed KJV Bible from Christianbook.com.

For all Our Healing Moments email subscribers and “likers” on FB.

To join:

  • Leave your comment below.
  • Giveaway open to Philippines only (OFWs are welcome to join; if you win, your giveaway will be sent to your Philippine address).
  • One recipient will be selected.
  • Closes on Saturday, October 27, 6PM.

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My gratitude list ~ the gifts I received from the hand of the Lord:

  • hubby and kids’ weekend trip to the pottery that I planned
  • these deep-red flowers from our neighbour arranged in these rustic jugs from the pottery
  • hot leek soup and crusty homemade whole wheat buns
  • all-homemade fish burgers
  • afternoons in the garden with family, food, and pet rabbits!
  • one of the kids’ pet rabbits surprising the family with a litter of 8 without us even knowing she was pregnant!
  • reading God’s Word morning and evening and writing on my journal – two things that never fail to bring inner peace and joy
  • good books and written words
  • remembering God’s sure mercies bringing tears to the eyes and heartfelt worship
  • for the anointed and wisdom-filled preaching on Sunday service

Endnote: Photo courtesy of my friend Perla Frisberg

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So You Want to Know Real Joy?

This was one of the ways I had known joy in my adult life.

The piece of paper comes out of the fax machine slowly. I look and I see it is a purchase order from the biggest client of my year-old chemicals company. I look at the quantity and the amount and I am astounded. Then I leap in joy and laugh and kick my legs in glee and laugh some more. The heavens have poured out a blessing in measure I can not contain.

That was joy after the relentless hoping and working hard and sweat and tears and never giving up.

Then joy became like this.

Pearls – white, pink and bluish grey set in gold, surrounded by perfect diamonds – adorn the neck, ears, wrists, and fingers. String of diamonds that go all around and look beautiful in the wrist, don’t they call it eternity? Wardrobe that is never satisfied. Climb up the ladder of success higher and higher still.

But joy can never walk hand in hand with covetousness. Never. For joy satisfies and fills. Joy is a product of not wanting more, but being content with and grateful for what is graciously given.

That is how I know joy now.

I sit in my high back swivel chair. No, this is not my office chair which I used as president of my company. This is a substitute for a wheelchair for it is more comfortable when I’m home. I listen to praise songs, and when the crescendo of the glorious chorus lifts up my spirit to great heights, I weep and beg God to heal me so I can sing like the singers in the CD do. Then a still small voice speaks in my heart and asks, “What would you choose, to be able to walk but not sing, or to be able to sing well with all your strength but not walk?” And without hesitation, I answer over and over, “I want to sing! I want to sing!” Tears stream freely from a heart that is hungry for the Lord.

I cannot walk for now. I can only do it for a few steps and with support, only as a daily exercise. I cannot travel because I have problems with breathing. But I plan my family’s trip while I stay at home and wait. My heart hungers to travel with my family – walk barefoot on  golden sand glinting in the summer’s sun, or gaze at the green fields and trees as we walk by in the countryside… There are so many desires of my heart – travel to different parts of the world to share the Gospel and my testimony to win souls – but I remain here in this place of hope and waiting and expecting.

You might want to know – how do I go through the day? How do I curb the hunger?

You may not believe it but I live in joy. In the mornings, I awake to joy and inspiration from the Lord to face another day. How do I find joy? It is given to me by the Lord. It is His wonderful, beautiful gift. It is His grace. It is a fruit of seeking Him, of wanting to know Him more, of relentlessly pursuing Him, of spending time in His sweet holy presence, of delighting in Him! It is something that I humbly and gladly receive from His hand as He lovingly offers it to me.

Depression is absolutely absent. For the joy that comes from the Lord is real and pure and durable!

I had known joy that was riddled with guilt. Later, I realized it was not joy at all but sin, SIN, masquerading as joy. So beware!

What, then, is the difference between the joy that I had known when I was well and strong – working, traveling, shopping and embracing the pleasures of the world – and the joy that I know now? It is the presence of the Lord Jesus Christ in my life. It is His Spirit that dwells in my heart who enables me to bear its fruit.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,23 gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. (Gal. 5:22-23)

That and all the wonderful ways He brings joy to my life:

praising and worshiping

love of family and friends

writing: blogging and journaling

homemaking: decorating, cooking, baking, ice cream making, vegetable gardening

reading (I love the Holy Bible and books!)

studying (the Word and other pursuits)

listening to praise music

photography

drawing

lavender scent and green grass and trees and birds!

shampoo and bath assisted by my husband

and many other simple things that most people would take for granted.

Friend, are you searching for joy in your life? Joy that fills and satiates and sees one through even in the most difficult times? Joy that is not fleeting but remains? Jesus is the answer. Let Him into your life now. Know the keys of salvation here.

Additional readings, yes? :):

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To Have a Life

It was late Monday night, I sat at the edge of the bed to sing praises to the Lord and worship. After a few songs, I knew the Lord has ushered in a new day, and it was already the day of my birth. I began to sing spontaneously, singing that which my heart wanted to cry out. It wanted to shout to the Lord its deep gratitude for His mercies that endure.

When the need for God is deeper and more urgent – like the next heartbeat perhaps – and His mercies and rescue come like a gentle rain — gratitude is more profound.

So I lift up my whole being towards Him, trying my best to express my gratitude for all He’s done in my life, if that were possible. But truly, there are no words or songs enough to convey this.

I thank Him for my life and for the countless times that He has come to my rescue. He has never failed me. And during seasons of celebrations, I still strain to remember the times of great need. This helps me maintain a posture of being bent down low and stay in the path of humility and thanksgiving.

It was early 2005, my body was busy dying, but my spirit was busy believing, trusting, and hoping. When I rested from reading the Bible or listening to Bible Studies on tape, I counted the flowers on the wallpaper of my daughter’s room where I spent that first quarter. Or I would watch through the window the townhouse being built in front of our house, how each rivet was driven into the corrugated roof. Counting flowers on the wallpaper – one can’t avoid it when one is bound in bed like I was.

Later on, I found inspiration and enough strength to color children’s coloring books. I wanted to pass the time more enjoyably and my fingers were ready for the exercise.

Years later when I was already basking in God’s healing grace, I wanted to do something which would celebrate God’s mercy and goodness in my life. I wanted to make use of my regained strength which would make me remember constantly how God has raised me up from my sick bed. That was the time I wanted to prepare special snacks and meals for the family. And the table of thanksgiving was set up. It is now a fast becoming tradition of our family.

The weak hands and fingers that couldn’t be used to put food into my mouth and were later on exercised by making strokes of the crayons on the pages of a coloring book, are now the hands that knead dough to make bread or stir a batter or temper egg yolks to make a custard or scoop ice cream that I have made. The family gathers around the table and I don’t fail to think about the goodness and faithfulness of God. Every bread that I make and put on the table makes me think of Him who held the bread, broke it, and offered it for the life of the world. He is the living bread.

“I am the living bread which came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever; and the bread that I shall give is My flesh, which I shall give for the life of the world.” (John 6:51)

Faith has triumphed over flesh. The body that was bound in bed now lives a fulfilling life, a life the Lord has purposed when He called me to walk in His presence.

He is calling us to have a life in Him – a life redeemed, healed, and made whole by Him. Friend, are you in the dark and don’t know what to do and where to go? Jesus is calling. It is all possible for Him.

Know the keys of salvation here.

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Becoming the Friend Like Christ

Something has been filling my heart with fresh dose of joy and inspiration lately. Something that is quite new to me and I’m revelling in its warmth. It seems like my heart has expanded and become full. Doesn’t love do all that?

I am only now rediscovering the joy real friendship brings. Before my life with the Lord Jesus Christ, I didn’t know how to keep a friend. I did all the wrong things, I guess, so that there were really just a few friendships that I was able to keep all these years. And I believe, that is because they insisted on sticking with me. I can’t begin to explain why I wasn’t the kind of person who saw friendship a necessity and something to cherish. But if I didn’t make my own family a priority before, I believe that would also explain why friendships didn’t top my list either. You could say that relationships in general didn’t top my priorities before. But my career did.

But that was all before I gave my life to Christ. Then everything changed. For love is what matters most to Him. “For all the law is fulfilled in one word, even in this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself'” (Gal. 5:14). For all the things we do on earth then, only those that have eternal weight and rewards are precious in His sight. For faith, hope and love shall remain; but the greatest of these is love (1 Cor. 134:13).

The Lord has been so gracious to bring me to that place where I no longer think only of my own and family’s welfare, but also of others’, especially when it comes to their spiritual need. The love of Christ that is in us does that: expanding us and our territory so that His love, mercy and grace will spread to others, too. This expanding of one’s territory does not only mean geographically, but more 0f expanding one’s love. Now, ain’t that a great thing?

So, the Lord has expanded mine and I’ve been forging friendships lately – reviving the old ones and deepening the new. And I don’t even need to go out or travel. I’ve only discovered now that making friendships through the love of Christ that is in us brings us a fuller life. And by the word fuller I mean life is richer and happier, like there’s a spring in your steps, your heart sings of a sweet melody, and love is just more real and tangible.

The things that used to destroy friendships like a canker – pride, insecurities, self-sufficiency, self-centredness, fear, self-serving motives, fear, competition, envy, feelings of unworthiness, inadequacies, uncertainties – are gone in the presence of the Spirit of Christ who dwells in one’s heart. The love of Christ that is extended through friendships —

– makes one confident as well as humble

– honest, without hypocrisy, and brave enough to speak the truth in love

– truly caring and careful not to push oneself

– thinks not only of one’s own good but also of the other’s

– fervently sharing the truth of the Gospel of salvation, yet honoring the other’s pace

– earnest and unrelenting in prayer for the other; carrying the other’s burden by bringing it to God in prayer

– unafraid of failure or of being hurt for the Lord is the shield and guide

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My gratitude list ~ the gifts I received from the hand of the Lord:

  • finishing 8 days of half-day fasting
  • reconnecting with former classmates and sharing with them the true Gospel of salvation
  • the victorious 5th anniversary celebration of JMCIM-Dubai Outreach; the fervent love of the brethren there that blesses, though faced with many challenges in a Muslim land
  • my beloved mother sending me huge lobsters from the province; she doesn’t forget my all-time favourite foods
  • Hearing Tim say, “I’m so happy, Mom” as we made his favourite doughnuts; these crispy and creamy doughnuts – yum!
  • homemade ice cream using local and seasonal ingredients
  • His faithfulness and His sweet, holy presence that He never withholds in soul-deep worship

 

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