Sunday Morning Coffee: Music

Christmas before last, my daughter and son-in-law gave me an Amazon Echo Dot for Christmas.  I had no idea what I was looking at–they had to tell me 🙂

Some weeks later, a friend told me about Abiding Faith radio, which I could get with an app on my smart phone called “Tune-in.”  I could connect the app to my Echo and play beautiful sacred music all day, with no advertisements.

Right now I’m listening to some violins lifting up my heart with the old song “It is Well With My Soul.”  I’ve decided I want Wentley Phipps to sing it at my funeral 🙂  And I want someone to sing “Just Think of Stepping on Shore and Finding it Heaven.”

I can’t think of anything better than to be carried into heaven on waves of beautiful music. One of the things I look forward to most is the heavenly music I’ll be able to take part in.  My hands won’t be stiff with age and arthritis.  My voice will be clear and strong again. It’s going to be SO much fun!

I believe God is a musical being.  He created music, after all.  He created our vocal chords.  He gave us the gifts of singing, of playing instruments, of hearing harmonies and joining our voices together in song.  He created the morning stars that all sing together (Job 38:7). He tells us in Ephesians 5 that we are to sing psalms, and hymns and spiritual songs, making music in our hearts.  I can’t wait to hear God sing. The very idea brings tears to my eyes. What a day that will be!


Sunday Morning Coffee: Daylight Savings Time

I don’t like it. Especially in the spring when we get robbed of an hour, my body is telling me, “Look, dummy, your clock may say 6 a.m., but I know it’s only  5 a.m. Go back to sleep.”

It will take me about a week to make the adjustment.  Every year, I try going to bed  an hour earlier, but I can’t sleep, so it really doesn’t work.


On to other things.  My new sneakers came in the mail yesterday.  For several years, I’ve purchased my shoes from  They have springs in the heels, and I really like these shoes.  I have orthotics for them, too.  My feet have flattened with age and weight, so I need the arch support.  I’m planning to walk a little bit this afternoon, and weather permitting, will get back into a good walking routine.  We got another small snowstorm on Wednesday, and I hear there are two more heading our way.

I’m ready for spring. One of the best things about winter is that spring is sure to follow.

Here’s a favorite song of mine, and I always think of my friend Davina when I hear it. She loves it too.  It was a great comfort to her when she had cancer many years ago.



Sunday Morning Coffee: The Storm

Yes, indeed, we had a storm on Friday.  The weather gurus said it would be “ferocious,” and I suppose it was.  Not the worst storm I’ve ever endured, but it was a bit unusual for this area, at this time of year.  High winds,  an unexpected amount of slippery, wet snow that makes driving quite dangerous. I’m glad I didn’t have to be out there, and I’m glad it’s over.

We lost power for about five hours because a tree at the end of our road got blown over onto some power lines.  Flashlights, kerosene lamps and a pizza shop down on the other end of our road got us through the emergency.  Hats off to the crews who dealt with that tree, and who are still working to restore power  in other areas.

I’m always thankful, at times like these, that we have a good, sturdy house with good insulation and tight windows.  Terry fired up the oil-burning stove in our living room, and we were safe, protected, and warm.  Not everyone has that privilege.

I also think of an old song I leaned in church many years ago.


Sunday Morning Coffee: Back to Church!

It’s Saturday night,  almost 8:30.  I’m writing tonight, as I sometimes do,  to save some time in the morning.

I think I’m actually going to go to church tomorrow!  I’ve missed four Sundays,  which  for me  is just unheard of.  It makes me sad that this sort of thing has happened all too frequently in the past couple of years.  I hope this is the end of it for a while.  I hate being sick, hate missing out on my normal activities.  I miss the fellowship, the teaching, the preaching of God’s Word.  So I’m really looking forward to tomorrow,  It’s good to feel good again.


I may be jumping the gun, but I’m hoping that we don’t get any more deep-freeze temperatures this winter.  It’s hovering in the 40’s right now, and that’s completely bearable for the end of February.   I’m looking SO forward to spring.  I was noticing, on my way home from work the other day, that the grass in all the yards in my neighborhood is a yellow-brown color.  It feels like things are just kind of waiting. . . .anticipating. . . .gathering as much sunshine as possible  as green season approaches. One of the things I enjoy about winter is that spring is sure to follow.

Aren’t you thankful for the wonderful world God has created for us?  I Timothy 6:17 tells us that God has given us all things richly to enjoy. Even winter. There is beauty in winter if you  see it through God’s eyes. Snow is amazing stuff, creating a fairytale landscape that sparkles like diamonds.  And it is in winter that the earth can hibernate, at least in the northern climes. Sort of like I had to do for most of this month–rest, restore, replenish.

And I do look forward to spring.  Just a few more weeks, and things will start budding and popping,  and giving a glorious bouquet of color to brighten our lives.  We don’t have long to wait 🙂



Sunday Morning Coffee: Snow

I just finished my coffee, so I guess I’d better write.

I was fully intending  to return to church today for the first time in four Sundays.  I’m not completely clear of whatever the gunk is that has stolen my voice, but slowly, I’m returning to whatever is normal for me. However, it doesn’t look as if I’m going to make it.

It started snowing last night somewhere between 7 and 9 p.m.  By 9, it was a veritable fairyland outside. Very little wind.  Big, fat, stick-to-the-tree- branches snow.  The forecast was 6 or more inches in the Lehigh Valley.  We’re a little south of that point.  I don’t know how much they got, but we got at least six inches.

Terry switched on the front porch light, and what a beautiful sight it was!  Every tree covered,  pure sparkling white as far as we could see.  If I had the equipment, I’d have taken the picture.  Let’s see if I can find one.


A lot like this.  Only dark outside, and utter stillness.  Nothing moving on the road, no snowmobiles, nothing.

This morning, Terry was outside with the plow he has hooked to our riding mower, clearing the driveway.  Apparently the trucks had already taken care of the road in front of our house.

And the sky is that heartbreak winter blue.  Temps are going to be over 40 today, so most of this late-season snow will be gone pretty quickly.  In fact, as I type I’m watching big globs of the stuff fall from the branches of a tree near the road, creating a mini-cloudburst each time.

And finally, this passage from the book of Job, chapter 38, in which God reveals Himself in nature.

1Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,

2Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge?

3Gird up now thy loins like a man; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.

4Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding.

5Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it?

6Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof;

7When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

8Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb?

9When I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a swaddlingband for it,

10And brake up for it my decreed place, and set bars and doors,

11And said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed?

12Hast thou commanded the morning since thy days; and caused the dayspring to know his place;

13That it might take hold of the ends of the earth, that the wicked might be shaken out of it?

14It is turned as clay to the seal; and they stand as a garment.

15And from the wicked their light is withholden, and the high arm shall be broken.

16Hast thou entered into the springs of the sea? or hast thou walked in the search of the depth?

17Have the gates of death been opened unto thee? or hast thou seen the doors of the shadow of death?

18Hast thou perceived the breadth of the earth? declare if thou knowest it all.

19Where is the way where light dwelleth? and as for darkness, where is the place thereof,

20That thou shouldest take it to the bound thereof, and that thou shouldest know the paths to the house thereof?

21Knowest thou it, because thou wast then born? or because the number of thy days is great?

22Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail,

23Which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war?

24By what way is the light parted, which scattereth the east wind upon the earth?

25Who hath divided a watercourse for the overflowing of waters, or a way for the lightning of thunder;

26To cause it to rain on the earth, where no man is; on the wilderness, wherein there is no man;

27To satisfy the desolate and waste ground; and to cause the bud of the tender herb to spring forth?

28Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew?

29Out of whose womb came the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it?

30The waters are hid as with a stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.

31Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?

32Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season? or canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons?

33Knowest thou the ordinances of heaven? canst thou set the dominion thereof in the earth?

34Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds, that abundance of waters may cover thee?

35Canst thou send lightnings, that they may go, and say unto thee, Here we are?

36Who hath put wisdom in the inward parts? or who hath given understanding to the heart?

37Who can number the clouds in wisdom? or who can stay the bottles of heaven,

38When the dust groweth into hardness, and the clods cleave fast together?

39Wilt thou hunt the prey for the lion? or fill the appetite of the young lions,

40When they couch in their dens, and abide in the covert to lie in wait?

41Who provideth for the raven his food? when his young ones cry unto God, they wander for lack of meat.

King James Bible



Sunday Morning Coffee: Finally Better

It’s been a long haul, but I think I’m finally getting better.  Didn’t have the flu, just a nasty cocktail of sinus, ear and throat infections resulting in laryngitis and extreme weariness.  Doc finally put me on Prednisone to reduce the inflammation in my throat. and I actually have a little bit of a voice again. Chose to stay home today for the sake of protection and resting the vocal cords and avoiding any further exposure that will make me sick all over again. I’m hoping to go back to work on Tuesday.

I hate being sick. Don’t we all?  This year’s bugs seem to be extremely tenacious, and I’m hearing horror stories about people who thought they were all well and then the bug circles back around to attack them again.  Another go-round with this particular cocktail of misery would  just be too much.

But–there’s always a silver lining.  Mine has been that there has been a lot more time for me to just be quiet, rest, and spend time on a writing project as well as spending more time with my Bible and some other reading.  I can honestly say that there’s been more conversation between me and the Lord this past three weeks than there has been since a year ago when I was out of commission for four months with my back.


So the question is, why do I have to be sick in order to get on a better prayer relationship with God than when I’m healthy?  Sad, right?  I guess the answer is that when we’re sick (but not comatose!)  we have more time to think about Him, to ponder on His great love and mercy toward us, and to realize how little we thank Him for what He has given us, both temporally and spiritually.  When we are healthy, we’re busy going about the business of day-to-day living. We kind of schedule Him into our daily routine. But when we’re sick, there is time to think, to read, to study and ponder.

Philippians 4:4-8 is very specific about telling us to rejoice always; to be thankful, to not worry, to pray about everything with supplication and thanksgiving. And it tells us what to think about–all that is good, right, holy, just, pure, truthful–Godly.  We’re to think about God, not just in illness but in health as well.

We–I–need to do better.



Sunday Morning Coffee: Bathsheba

Proverbs 4:For I give you good doctrine, forsake ye not my law.

For I was my father’s son, tender and only beloved in the sight of my mother.


Of course we don’t really know what Solomon and his mother, Bathsheba, looked like. We do know that she had her own seat next to Solomon’s throne, and that she often  was approached by people who asked her to intercede for them with the King, her son.

I was stopped especially by verse three: “For I was my father’s son, tender and only beloved in the sight of my mother.”

I searched, and found that Bathsheba did have other sons with David: their first son, who died shortly after birth, as well as Solomon, Shammua, Shobab, and Nathan.

So why did Solomon say he was “only beloved” in the sight of his mother? Did he believe she loved him more than her other sons?   After doing some searching, reading some commentaries, I have come to the belief that this was really Solomon’s way of saying how deeply his mother loved him; not that she didn’t love the others, but that he felt and knew the depths of her love all of his life.

Most Bible scholars believe that the Proverbs 31 woman was Bathsheba, and that Lemuel was a pen name for Solomon.  The praise he gives his mother is lavish, and apparently well-deserved. Bathsheba’s story has a rough beginning, but she took the lemons  life had handed her and she made lemonade.  She is one of only five women mentioned in the line of Jesus Christ.

Who are the five?  Tamar (Gen. 38)  who was mistreated in a sordid story.  Rahab the Harlot (Joshua 2); Ruth, whose story is told in the book that carries her name; Bathsheba, another man’s wife (II Sam. 11:3); and Mary, His mother, an innocent girl (Luke 1:38-48).

I love it that God chose to allow some less-than chaste women who, because of their faith,  were used of God in their own lifetimes and were included in the line of Jesus Christ.

Isn’t it amazing where one little verse can take you? There is no end to the depths of God’s Word.