Thursday, May 07, 2009, 6:35 a.m. – The Lord put this song in my head:
He Giveth More Grace / Annie J. Flint
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.
I woke from A DREAM: There was a problem with the legs under a table. We had to keep putting something under the table to either replace the legs or to help with the legs so that the table could remain up. END. I woke to a song that was encouraging, but that I don’t remember now. I lay in bed singing the song and contemplating the dream when I fell back asleep.
I woke from ANOTHER DREAM: Someone came to our house. I had told her that I had a dress for her, but she went to my daughter’s room, saw a dress hanging on the wall or on the door, and she put that one on, instead. Then she went back outside and got into the back of a garbage truck and began to take off.
I saw her as she was leaving, so I ran out to tell her that she had on the wrong dress. That one belonged to a house guest of my daughter. I told her that was not the one I had chosen for her. Yet, since she was in the back of the garbage truck and not the one driving, the driver took off with her in the back, wearing that dress. I was disgusted at the idea of that dress being worn by someone in a garbage truck.
I went back inside the house and was trying on a series of what looked like bride’s maid dresses, trying to decide which one I wanted to give her. I was thinking that I could wear one of them to a banquet and that my husband could wear a white tuxedo.
She did eventually come back, and so I assisted her out of that dress so that I could give her something to wear that was for her. END. I woke with another song that I don’t recall. I lay in bed singing that song and I was praying and thanking the Lord for how he was encouraging me this morning through these songs, and as I got ready to get up, he gave me “He Giveth More Grace.”
Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening. I read I Peter 2:4-25:
To be continued...
He Giveth More Grace / Annie J. Flint
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.
I woke from A DREAM: There was a problem with the legs under a table. We had to keep putting something under the table to either replace the legs or to help with the legs so that the table could remain up. END. I woke to a song that was encouraging, but that I don’t remember now. I lay in bed singing the song and contemplating the dream when I fell back asleep.
I woke from ANOTHER DREAM: Someone came to our house. I had told her that I had a dress for her, but she went to my daughter’s room, saw a dress hanging on the wall or on the door, and she put that one on, instead. Then she went back outside and got into the back of a garbage truck and began to take off.
I saw her as she was leaving, so I ran out to tell her that she had on the wrong dress. That one belonged to a house guest of my daughter. I told her that was not the one I had chosen for her. Yet, since she was in the back of the garbage truck and not the one driving, the driver took off with her in the back, wearing that dress. I was disgusted at the idea of that dress being worn by someone in a garbage truck.
I went back inside the house and was trying on a series of what looked like bride’s maid dresses, trying to decide which one I wanted to give her. I was thinking that I could wear one of them to a banquet and that my husband could wear a white tuxedo.
She did eventually come back, and so I assisted her out of that dress so that I could give her something to wear that was for her. END. I woke with another song that I don’t recall. I lay in bed singing that song and I was praying and thanking the Lord for how he was encouraging me this morning through these songs, and as I got ready to get up, he gave me “He Giveth More Grace.”
Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening. I read I Peter 2:4-25:
To be continued...
