Knowing that time does not stand still, Why do birthdays seem to creep;

Creep up on us, as the poet has written, like fog ‘On little cat’s feet’?

But at the same time, aside from a creak in the bones when I stand or sit,

I still feel the same today as before the candles were lit!  

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Yes, I know time is beginning to tell on me, with changes taking place,

Some streaks in the hair, some memory lag, and wrinkles in the face.  


But there are things that still grow every day, making life worth living.

The love of life, of family, of friends, Just the ways I can keep on giving.

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The love of the Lord, Love that knows no end,

Makes me hope for many more birthdays around the bend.  


“Know that the LORD Himself is God; it is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; we are His people and the sheep of His pasture” (Psalm 100:3, NASV).

“Thus says the LORD, your Redeemer, and the One who formed you from the womb, ‘I, the LORD, am the maker of all things, stretching out the heavens by Myself, and spreading out the earth all alone . . .'” (Isaiah 44:24, NASV).

“But now, O LORD, Thou art our Father, we are the clay, and Thou our potter; and all of us are the work of Thy hand” (Isaiah 64:8, NASV).

A Feeling in the Air

Titus 3:5He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit.

SPRING is a feeling in the air –
the feeling of expectation, the feeling of newness of life, the feeling of renewal. As our Damascus United Methodist Church experiences several days of revival, the same feelings seem to be there. We have not had a revival service for a long time, so there was that feeling of anticipation and expectation which many of us were feeling. Pastor Mick kept assuring us that it would flow naturally and not to worry. In our Sunday evening service, he was right. Through music and the word, we felt assured that in God’s presence we were experiencing a newness of spirit – a renewal which will make the Easter celebration more alive and more meaningful than ever.
My hope is that many more will feel the need to be present at our services tonight and tomorrow night to hear the words of visiting Pastor Henry Moore, and that those who do take part will go away revived with a richer, deeper feeling of commitment to the church and to our Lord, who died for our sins.
On Monday evening the Bethel Church choir will bring us the word of the Resurrection in music. On Tuesday evening, we will celebrate Pentecost with Dulci-More Folk and Traditional Musicians. We will sing these words of music that the Lord sent to me:

Spirit of God, descend on me, Holy Spirit, come and set me free,
Fill my life, my soul, set me free.
Free to be thine both now and forever more, Free to live a life to please my Lord,
A life so rich, a life so full, Come and make my life complete.Holy Spirit, come; Come and dwell in me; Let your light shine from within;
From within my soul, let it make me whole; Let your radiance fill my life;
Holy Spirit, come; Come and dwell in me; Come and feed my hungry soul;
Feed my hungry soul, and make me whole,
Let my faith be born again.

Spread the word of our revival services – but most important of all – spread God’s word.

In Him,

HIs Eye Is On The Sparrow

Many folks listened all last night to the sound of wind gusts which were whipping the trees and taking down power lines. I was at the church piano playing for our choir rehearsal as the storm hit. Our church is not old, but its doors were rattling as the storm raged outside. As everyone in the choir caught their breath and tried to decide between singing and hiding under a pew, Chris, our prayer warrior leader, reminded us of how God was watching out for us, just like the sparrow in the song we were singing.
The words of that song tell us, “Let not your heart be troubled, his tender words I hear, and resting on his goodness, I lose my doubts and fears.” The lights flickered for a few seconds, then came back on. After lighting the candles on the alter, just in case the electric went off for good, Donna, our choir director went right on with rehearsal, trusting in Him. Indeed, His eye is on the sparrow and I know He was watching over us last night.
As other ‘storms’ rage in our lives we need to keep trusting in Him each minute of the day and night. We just need to go to Him when we need help. Answers to our problems are always there if we just look to our mighty Savior.The scripture reference comes from Matthew where Jesus says, Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. And even the hairs of your head are all counted. So do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows.” [Matthew 10:29-31]
“His eye is on the sparrow,” the song affirms, “And I know He watches me.” God’s watchful care is affirmed in the Psalms. “Truly the eye of the LORD is on those who fear him, on those who hope in his steadfast love…” [Ps. 33:18] “The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous and his ears are attentive to their cry…” [Ps.34:15]
As we sing our anthem next Sunday morning, I know that the words we are singing will have special meaning for each of us.
May you feel God’s presence as he watches over you everywhere you go, every minute of the day and night.
In Him,

by Lois Mountz

            It’s always a time to sit up and take notice;  A time to marvel as summer unfolds,

        When the first bit of color begins to show; as my roses break through in reds and golds;

Red Roses

They don’t seem to mind if a bird comes by and sits there on its way to a tree;

They even welcome a home built of twigs nestled within their thorns and leaves.

Butterflies and hummingbirds come and go, sipping of nectar so sweet,

Even a cunning rat snake has made them his retreat;

But they welcome most  a  summer shower,  leaving them refreshed within their bower,

Then gentle breezes caress them while  raindrops glisten on each blossom so fair.

The sun comes out, they look up and smile, their fragrance filling the air.

I love my roses; they inspire me; they ask so little; they give so much.

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