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I Can Only Imagine
Wednesday night bible study. Need I say more?!? The topic of this week’s lesson was Holiness and the scripture reference was Isaiah 6:1-3. Verse 3: ” And one cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory.” This was the pinnacle verse. Coupled with the song title and lyrics below does there leave any doubt the magnificence of my Lord and Savior?
I CAN’T imagine because I am so unworthy yet at the same time I can imagine because that it the desire of my heart…to be in His presence again and I know that through the grace and mercy of Jesus Christ I can be. After tonight’s lesson and the feelings that the Spirit released upon me I know I can never hear this song again without it having a profound effect on me. It has become “my song”. The one that expresses everything in a simplicity that cannot be replicated. The original version by MercyMe stirs something in my soul something that the others just can’t touch. It is sung with true reverence and awe.
“I Can Only Imagine” by MercyMe
I can only imagine, what my eyes will see, when Your Face is before me!
I can only imagine. I can only imagine.
Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still?
Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing ‘Hallelujah!’? Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine! I can only imagine!
I can only imagine, when that day comes, when I find myself standing in the Son!
I can only imagine, when all I will do, is forever, forever worship You!
I can only imagine! I can only imagine!
Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still?
Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing ‘Hallelujah!’? Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine! Yeah! I can only imagine!
Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still?
Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing ‘Hallelujah!’? Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine! Yeah! I can only imagine!
I can only imagine! Yeah! I can only imagine!! Only imagine!!!
I can only imagine.
I can only imagine, when all I do is forever, forever worship You!
I can only imagine.”
Copyright: ©1999 MercyMe
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Slow Burn
slow burn
n. Slang.
A gradually increasing sense or show of anger: did a slow burn while waiting three hours in the doctor’s office.
My shattered marriage and the subsequent emotional breakdown is the ideal example of a slow burn. I can’t remember a time prior to my marriage when anger was a part of my life. In fact, I don’t recall a time when negative emotions ever really played a part in my life before then. I was the perpetually sunny, easy going person who took EVERYTHING, good and bad, in stride. My feathers didn’t ruffle, my eyes didn’t roll, I was the duck that let everything roll off her back until that one night when something inside me snapped and a whole new world opened up for me – one I’ve grown to dislike a great deal and wish I could forget exists. The world of emotions. What a wide reaching place that is. I never knew one person could feel so many different emotions at any one time and I certainly had no experience in how to “channel” or “control” them. When they hit me it was like a ton of bricks came crashing down on me much like the Twin Towers in New York.
Flash forward two years later and there are still days when I feel like that and I wonder if I’ll ever be the same again. No, I won’t. How can I be? I can’t go back and erase what has happened. I can’t change a thing. I just have to go forward and continue to try to dig my way out of this pile of emotional hell that rained down upon me one slow burn after another.
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Nothing like summertime food
It’s 2:30 in the afternoon and I’m heading back to the office. Lunch time is over in downtown Richmond. The benches are empty, the birds are feasting on the leftovers and the streets are deserted. All the outside vendors have packed up their wares for the day. As I stroll down the street with my book in hand, “The Broken Window”, Jeffery Deaver’s latest Lincoln Rhyme novel I catch the smell of marinated cucumbers. My eyebrows raise, my lips water and my eyes dart round about trying to find the source of the delectable smell. It’s not to be found. My steps are slower, my lips are slightly pouty but my mind is calculating how much time is left in the day until I can stop by Kroger’s, grab a couple of cucumbers, vinegar, wine and oil and head home to make my own variation of that smell that brings back many childhood memories of summer on the farm.
Not to be out done by the farm, my brain has also decided to put a new spin on an old twist by grabbing a couple of extra cukes, some low fat soy sauce, sesame seed and a few spices so I can also make cold cucumber salad much like that which is served at PF Chang’s. What is so great about their salad is that you deseed the cucumber and eat just the flesh for a nice crisp refreshing taste. It’s going to be a great holiday weekend as far as the foods go.
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