Excerpt: The Pursuit of God, The Human Thirst for the Divine, A.W. Tozer

O God, I have tasted Thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, The Triune God, I want to want Thee; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me Thy glory, I pray Thee, that so I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, "Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away." Then give me grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wondered so long. In Jesus' name. Amen
Excerpt: The Pursuit of God, The Human Thirst for the Divine, A.W. Tozer

Monday, October 9, 2017

Glory for Me

I didn't wake up until 7:45 this morning!  That is sleeping in for me of late!

I went to the DMV today and got NC license plates for the new-to-me car.  Glad that is over with!  It was fairly easy.  I asked him what I needed to do to sell a couple of cars.  All I need is to sign the title over and have it notarized.

Next I went to Walmart to pick up a few items.  Then I went to the cemetery to pick up the 8x10 of Tim with a poem on it.  While there, I was informed that the name plate was now on mine and Tim's crypt at the mausoleum, so I took a picture.  All I had with me was my phone which doesn't take great pictures.  So, I'll have to take my camera over there sometime so I can zoom in on it.

Tonight is the Mallard Ridge Assisted Living services.  I did the laundry last night and paid bills today, so I'm going to go over to Ilene's now that she is home and spend a couple of days with her.  We will go to the services tonight and tomorrow we will be taking a group of ladies to the widows' meeting at Damascus Baptist Church near Statesville, NC.
The sunflower burst open today!
Jackie at the cemetery told me to tell you kids hello!

The poem reads:
This isn't death, it's glory!
It isn't dark, it's light.
It isn't stumbling, groping
Or even faith, it's sight!

This isn't grief, it's having
My last tear wiped away.
It's sunrise, it's the morning
Of my eternal day!

This isn't even praying,
It's speaking face to face.
It's listening, and it's glimpsing
The wonders of His Grace.
This is the end of pleading
For strength to bear my pain.
Not even pain's dark memory
Will ever live again.

How did I bear the earth life
Before I came up higher,
Before my soul was granted
It's every deep desire.

Before I knew this rapture
Of meeting face to face
That One who sought and saved me,
And kept me by His Grace!


Isn't that just the perfect poem of what heaven will be!  It made me think of this song:

Oh, That Will Be Glory

When all my labors and trials are o’er,
And I am safe on that beautiful shore,
Just to be near the dear Lord I adore,
Will through the ages be glory for me.

Refrain:
Oh, that will be glory for me,
Glory for me, glory for me,
When by His grace I shall look on His face,
That will be glory, be glory for me.

When, by the gift of His infinite grace,
I am accorded in heaven a place,
Just to be there and to look on His face,
Will through the ages be glory for me.


Friends will be there I have loved long ago;
Joy like a river around me will flow;
Yet just a smile from my Savior, I know,
Will through the ages be glory for me.


I am waiting eagerly for that day!  I pray you are!  I pray you know the Lord Jesus Christ as your Savior!

It is hard to see from this picture, but the emblem in both upper corners is a cross on an open Bible and the bottom line reads, "In loving memory."


I wonder when it will finally become really real to me that my love is gone, never to return to me again, never to come walking up the steps from the man room again to see what I am doing, never to come to the table to eat with me again, never to hear him say, "Thank you!" after we eat and before he goes down to the man room to watch the news or go back to the church office for awhile until the news comes on, never to hear him say, "I love you."  I suppose one of these days the reality of it all will really become real.  Maybe when I stop getting things in the mail that remind me I need to remove his name from the account, like the AAA Membership renewal I received.  Maybe when the last issue of the "Expositor" magazine comes.  Maybe when I am out of the parsonage.  Maybe then the reality of it all will really become real.

Thank You, Lord, for the memories I have of a wonderful life with such a wonderful man as I had with Tim!  I have so many questions and things to say to him now that it is too late to speak them!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You are in my thoughts and prayers, Vicky!