Who are We?

© Jeanne E Webster All rights reserved

 

“What is man, that You should exalt him,
That You should set Your heart on him,
That You should visit him every morning,
And test him every moment?” Job 7:17-18

 

Job asked this with belabored passion after months of being tested of God. “Just who is mankind that You uplift him, set Your heart on him, visit him every morning and inspect him continually?”

I would say mankind is certainly most unique in God’s eye. Stop processing for a minute and think about it. God exalts us above all His earthly creations, giving us power over every living thing. We are His cherished beings. We are accompanied every day with His presence. He hovers over us like a concerned mother, taking note of our status.

Now . . . why would He do all that? He loves us!

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Psalm 148
11 Kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth:
12 Both young men, and maidens; old men, and children:
13 Let them praise the name of the Lord: for his name alone is excellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven.

PRAISES

angel

 

 

Mighty God, While Angels Bless Thee

~Robert Robinson, 1774

 

Mighty God, while angels bless Thee

May a mortal sing Thy name?

Lord of men as well as angels,

Thou art every creature’s theme.

 

Lord of every land and nation,

Ancient of eternal days,

Sounded thru the wide creation

Be Thy just and endless praise.

 

Brightness of the Father’s glory,

Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?

Break, my tongue, such guilty silence!

Sing the Lord who came to die.

 

From the highest throne of glory

To the cross of deepest woe,

All to ransom guilty captives;

Flow my praise, forever flow!  Amen.

Birth Day!

fetus

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1 day:
Conception

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22 days:
Thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…

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Gee, Lord! You were right…this is fun! It’s goin’ thumpidy thump. I feel alive!

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28 days:
Wow! My back is gettin’ stronger, and my liver, kidneys and ‘testines are growin’ too.

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How much longer will it be, Lord?

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35 days:
Papa, you’re so creative. Look at my eyes, legs, and hands! They’re almost shaped. Whoopee! I’ll be playin’ in no time!

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42 days:
Hmmm…Papa, I think I can think now, and my mowf and lips are right here! See? I’m even gettin’ fingertails!

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49 days:
Oh, Papa…look at me twitch my nose and toes! I’ve even got eyelids now. Watch me kick and swim in this watery pouch!

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56 days:
Papa, thank you for all these things called organs! And, gee, my bones are turnin’ from that cart’lage stuff into harder stuff!

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Wow! I just got fingerprinted!

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Sssh…I think I hear people talkin’. They won’t hurt me, will they? Is it dangerous out there?

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63 days:
Oh Papa, my toofers are coming in, and these fingertails will come in handy for scritchin’ the itchies.

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Lookee…my head goes this way and that way. Am I cool or what?!

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Oops…hiccup…hiccup…yep, I can do that now too!

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77 days:
I can breeve a little too, Papa.

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Oops, watch out…I went potty!

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84 days:
I’m hangin’ on by my thummies! Whee! All systems are go! Am I ready yet, Papa? Is everyting ok?

(first trimester is abortion’s prime-time)

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91 days:
Blahhhhh! Did you hear that noise I made? Ha Ha!

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I’m learning to use my lungs by breevin’ fluid.

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This thummie comes in handy. It kind of ends up in my mowf lots of times.

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Was that a “No,” Papa?

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98 days:
I’m feelin’ stronger, Papa. Is my heart really pumpin’ quarts and quarts of sacred fluid ev’ryday?

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105 days:
Papa, I can taste now too. I can’t wait to eat that peanut butter sanwinch you said us kids would like!

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4th month:
My bones are growin’ fast and fillin’ up with that marrow stuff. And look…I’m almost 8 inches long!

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17 weeks:
Wow, I’m dweamin’! All right! This IS fun!

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21-22 weeks:
What did you say, Papa? If there’s trouble, I’m developed enough now to be saved? Saved from what? Are there bad things out there, Papa?

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20th week:
I hear my mommie, Papa!

(earliest stage that partial birth abortions are performed)

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Mommie!

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She can’t hear me yet. I’m not afraid now, Papa. Mommie won’t let anyfing bad happen to me. It’s safe here, nice and warm and comfy.

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5-6 months:
I’ll be needin’ some air to breeve pretty soon. This fluid is yucky!

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Watch me grab that umbilical cord and spin around. Whee!

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I’d better rest up; I worked up a sweat.

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I’m really growin’! I’m almost a foot long and weigh over a pound.

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7-9 months:
My eyetoofers are cuttin’ through already.

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Watch these peepers work! I‘m almost all grow’d up. I can sense that Mommie is getting’ grumbly.

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HEY!

WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?

I’M FALLIN’, PAPA!

I’ve dropped down into a slide. This is scary! Papa, where are you?

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Waaaahhhhh!

A Mystery

light

…and then there was LIGHT
© Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved.

Repeatedly it’s been said, “It was the best and worst of times,”
Discordantly, wisdom and absurdity sang redundant rhymes.

A tale of two cities, a contrast stark, between heaven and earth,
Perhaps one day may give way to a cataclysmic rebirth.

It’s true today as it was back in the eighteen hundred years,
Light and Darkness administrate, while Hope balances Fears.

Technological sprawl litters homes and clutters one’s workplace,
As ghastly suicides and boredom slither at a haunting pace.

Paradoxically, religious avow their creeds, yet God teeters on His throne.
Deviant sexuality lusts ecstatically, while AIDS and STDs gnaw bones.

Is human dignity recoverable, and standards of right and wrong?
Have we forgotten who we are…and to Whom we truly belong?

Dogmatic agnosticism imprisons, and spirit and mind decay;
Wandering tediously, life’s passage echoes, “We’ve forgotten the way!”

Long ago Truth was manifested, bearing witness of a place to stand;
A mystery revealed, heaven reached down a mighty helping hand.

The true Light shone in the darkness, and the darkness knew it not.
How great that light! How great the cost! Christ’s death our souls has bought!

Ever After

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© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

 

I will remember the works of the Lord; surely I will remember Your wonders of old.  I will also meditate on all Your work and talk of Your deeds. 

Ps.  77:11, 18

 

My spirit stands in awe of Your creations, O God.  (Genesis 1 through Genesis 2)  You spoke and they were so. 

 

“Let there be . . .

Light

Firmaments

Waters

Dry land

Earth

Grass, herbs, seeds and trees

Lights in the firmaments

Marine life

Flying creatures

Beasts of the fields

Man & woman.

Vs.  31. And God saw every thing that He had made and, behold, it was very good.”

 

This is like a Once Upon a Time story. 

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”  John 1:1  

How awesome is this God, this Creator! 

Just imagine what is in store when “ they lived happily forever and ever.”

 

Amen!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Womb Talk

Newborn Baby in Mother Hand

© 2011 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

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1 day:
Conception

22 days:
Thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…

“Gee, Papa! You were right…this is fun! It’s goin’ thumpidy thump. I feel alive!”

28 days:
“Wow! My back is gettin’ stronger, and my liver, kidneys and ‘testines are growin’ too.”

“How much longer will it be, Papa?”

35 days:
“Papa, you’re so creative. Look at my eyes, legs, and hands! They’re almost shaped. Whoopee! I’ll be playin’ in no time!”

42 days:
“Hmmm…Papa, I think I can think now, and my mowf and lips are right here! See? I’m even gettin’ fingertails!”

49 days:
“Oh, look at me twitch my nose and toes! I’ve even got eyelids now. Watch me kick and swim in this watery pouch!”

56 days:
“Papa, thank you for all these things called organs! And, gee, my bones are turnin’ from that cart’lage stuff into harder stuff!”

“Wow! I just got fingerprinted!”

“Sssh…I think I hear people talkin’. They won’t hurt me, will they? Is it dangerous out there?”

63 days:
“Oh Papa, my toofers are coming in, and these fingertails will come in handy for scritchin’ the itchies.”

“Lookee…my head goes this way and that way. Am I cool or what?!”

“Oops…hiccup…hiccup…yep, I can do that now too!”

77 days:
“I can breeve a little too, Papa.”

“Oops, watch out…I went potty!”

84 days:
“I’m hangin’ on by my thummies! Whee! All systems are go! Am I ready yet, Papa? Is everyting ok?”

(first trimester is abortion’s prime-time)

91 days:
“Blahhhhh! Did you hear that noise I made? Ha Ha!”

“I’m learning to use my lungs by breevin’ fluid.”

“This thummie comes in handy. It kind of ends up in my mowf lots of times.”

“Was that a ‘No,’ Papa?”

98 days:
“I’m feelin’ stronger, Papa. Is my heart really pumpin’ quarts and quarts of sacred fluid ev’ryday?”

105 days:
“Papa, I can taste now too. I can’t wait to eat that peanut butter sanwinch you said us kids would like!”

4th month:
“My bones are growin’ fast and fillin’ up with that marrow stuff. And look…I’m almost 8 inches long!”

17 weeks:
“Wow, I’m dweamin’! All right! This IS fun!”

21-22 weeks:
“What did you say, Papa? If there’s trouble, I’m developed enough now to be saved? Saved from what? Are there bad things out there, Papa?”

20th week:
“I hear my mommie, Papa!”

(earliest stage that partial birth abortions are performed)

“Mommie!”

“She can’t hear me yet. I’m not afraid now, Papa. Mommie won’t let anyfing bad happen to me. It’s safe here, nice and warm and comfy.”

5-6 months:
“I’ll be needin’ some air to breeve pretty soon. This fluid is yucky!”

“Watch me grab that umbilical cord and spin around. Whee!”

“I’d better rest up; I worked up a sweat.”

“I’m really growin’! I’m almost a foot long and weigh over a pound.”

7-9 months:
“My eyetoofers are cuttin’ through already.”

“Watch these peepers work! I‘m almost all grow’d up. I can sense that Mommie is getting’ grumbly.”

“HEY!”

“WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?”

“I’M FALLIN’, PAPA!”

“I’ve dropped down into a slide. This is scary! Papa, where are you?”

“Waaaahhhhh!”

(reblog)

Just a Little Bit

 

©Jeanne E Webster

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“We can only see a little of the ocean,

Just a few miles distant from the rocky shore;

But out there—far beyond our eye’s horizon,

There’s more—immeasurably more.

 

We can only see a little of God’s loving—

A few rich treasures from His mighty store;

But out there—far beyond our eye’s horizon

There’s more—immeasurably more.”

…been thinking about this today and wanted to share it with you.  I like this little poem—have no idea who wrote it, much less who thought these words.  As human beings, we are so limited in abilities to fathom the greater attributes of God’s creation.  As the little poem points out, we can only see a few miles down the shore, or a tiny speck of the ocean—but there’s so much more.

I had trouble sleeping last night and tried to zoom in on these thoughts.  My mind came up with perhaps a few inches farther down the shoreline but not much more.  I wondered why I couldn’t reach further, as I struggled with deep thoughts and strains.  I finally concluded that the span of understanding and perception is nigh impossible to the human mind.  It is beyond our comprehension, and I don’t need to waste my time dwelling on it. 

Aha!  I think King David already told me that, in Psalm 131:1 “Lord, my heart is not proud nor my eyes conceited, neither do I concern myself in great matters or in things too profound for me.”

Thank you, Father, for your answered prayer last night.  Perhaps we could again take up the thought when viewed from a different perspective…heaven!

Shalom