I opened a station on Pandora today under the artist Abel Zavala. I love finding great worship music in Spanish because I am an aspiring bilingual. The first song that came on was "El Padre que Siempre Soñe". The title means "the Father that I always dreamed of". The lyrics are beautiful. I did a search in Youtube and discovered this gorgeous rendition with the saxophone but no words. Enjoy!!! If you want to hear the words then do your own Youtube search ;)
Sep 7, 2013
I bow before Jesus Christ. Everyday I sow sin that would reap judgment for me, but that judgment was executed across the back, the chest, the sides, the feet, and the hands of the Perfect, the Beautiful, the Merciful Lamb. The Son. Worthy of all. Holy God in flesh who gave Himself up as nobody else could do. I hear Him, I feel Him, and therefore I do not walk alone. I cannot count the tears that come from the joy and sorrow mingled together in view of that atoning sacrifice. THE SACRIFICE. Jesus Christ is the only Rock that I can boast and stand upon.
Jun 21, 2013
Today marks what would have been my Mother's 50th birthday. She always told me that it was literally the "longest day of the year" - the first of summer. To her, that meant more hours of daylight that she would be awake and suffering in some form from her Multiple Sclerosis. Sometimes, I try to think of appropriate verses for people or situations. This morning, my brain started quoting a verse without my even deciding it. I am going to dedicate it to my Mother today, and change it to be personal for her.
1 Peter 1: 6-9
In this Julia greatly rejoices, though then for a little while, if necessary, she was grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of her faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. Though she had not seen Him, she loved Him. Though she did not those twenty years see Him, she believed in Him and rejoiced with joy that is inexpressible (and was granted peace which transcends all understanding - Philippians 4:7) and she was filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of her faith, the salvation of her soul.
I imagine if she were here, I would go into her room and joke, "Mommy! You're getting old!" No longer confined by time, days, or years, she is like a newborn babe in Heaven. Yet having barely grazed the doorstep of eternity, she has breathed in the breath of immortality and sipped of the waters of everlasting life that never run dry. Celebrate with me the precious memory of who she was and what she now is. Celebrate with me the Christ who made her life today possible. To our glorious Father who reigns forever, be glory and honor, dominion and majesty, both now and forever, Amen!
|Mommy loved children. She was a special education teacher. Those that were in need, she would take home to bathe and care for sometimes working to get rid of their lice. She and Daddy would take them on trips and to church as well.|