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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Walk With Him Wednesday

291. Finding hope through suffering.

292. Leaves appearing on trees overnight.

293. Finding a friend in a stranger.

294. Finding confidence after defeat.

295. The song of the rain.

296. Feeding a growling stomach.

297. Crisp, green colorful salad.

298. Being thankful for the cross.

299. An empty tomb.

300. Love overflowing.

"Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you will abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit."
Romans 15:13

In His Great Love,

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Thankful Tuesday

Today I am getting some furniture delivered. I have been up since the crack of dawn, moving beds and mattresses to make room for new beds and mattresses. The joy of being a housewife with the week off from work. I think I work harder when I have days off then I do when I am at work. Go figure? It is part of the job of being a woman, mother and wife.

I wanted to write about how thankful I am for being able to be home and around for my kids when they are young and need me. Even now that they are teenagers in High School they still need me. So today this Thankful Tuesday, I am thankful for time with my kids... even if it is a lot of work!!! :)

Enjoy your day today,

Monday, April 18, 2011

Multitudes on Monday

281. A week off of vacation.

282. Both kids home asleep in their beds.

283. No rushing around frantic.

284. The still of the night.

285. The still of the morning.

286. The sound of my laptops keyboard strumming out words.

287. The sun shining in my bedroom window.

288. Clean sheets.

289. A new mattress.

290. Kisses on my forehead.

"Now may the Lord of peace Himself continually grant you peace in every circumstance. The Lord be with you all!"
2 Thessalonians 3:16

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Palm Sunday

Today is Palm Sunday... so I will reflect all day thinking about what that means.

I want to share my thoughts with you today in a poem I wrote several years ago. It is a poem I take out this time of year to help me put this Season's meaning into perspective. I hope you enjoy it.

He Died For Me
By: Angelina Brignola

I have often heard the saying that if I was the only person on earth.
Jesus still would have died for only me.
I know that this is true.
That Jesus died on the cross for me.

Deeper than that, if indeed I was the only one on earth
And Jesus had to die on the cross for me…
I would have been the one to put Him on the cross to die.

It would have been me to despise and reject Him.
It would have been me to laugh at Him and mock Him.
It would have been me to curse Him and scorn Him.
It would have been me to beat Him and whip Him.
It would have been me to bruise Him and pierce Him.
It would have been me to put a crown
of thorns upon His head.
It would have been me to nail His hands
and His feet upon the cross.
It would have been me.

It was me.
I put Jesus on the cross to die.
He spilt every drop of blood in His body
to cover of my sins.
Every wound He suffered was for my transgressions.
Every stripe upon His back was for me,
that I might be healed from every sickness and disease.
Every ounce of sorrow and grief that He endured,
He endured for me.
That I might be set free from everything
that holds me captive.

Jesus died a cruel death.
My sins killed an innocent man.
I am the guilty one.
Yet, He loved me so much…
That even while I was His enemy;

"He was wounded for our rebellious acts. He was crushed for our sins. He was punished so that we could have peace, and we received healing from his wounds."
Isaiah 53:5

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Will I Allow Myself To Be Silenced?

Since I was shut down last week on blogger, I have been a little hesitant to pour out my heart on Blogger since. I was so upset that I was locked out of my own blog, and that my own heartfelt words were silenced. I felt as though something very unjust had happened to me, and that something very invasive assaulted my life. It made me rethink, if I would even continue to write on my blog. But, here I am writing. Here I am pouring out my heart on this Saturday morning. Here I am allowing words to come forth from deep within my being, for others to read. Here I am!

I wrestled with the thought of not continuing on my blogger journey and a I realized something...
Why should I allow something unjust to silence something just? Writing about God and what He is doing in my life is the most just thing I can do. So, why should I let something that should not have happened take my voice and my words away from me?

To write is my right. It is my voice being heard. My heart being listened to. My thoughts being pondered. My experience being considered. My inner depth coming forth for all those listening to hear and feel. Writing is the living stream of water deep down in my soul that waters the tree of life in my life and even in the life of others. So today, I write. I write to be heard, after days of being silenced. I have decided I will NOT allow myself to be silenced ever again. I will stand and be counted, speak and be listened to, walk and not grow weary in this blogging world of words. If not for anyone else, but for myself. For the living stream of water to flow freely from within myself, to water the tree of life in my own heart.

So here I am, writing... writing for all to see and hear that GOD IS GOOD. He is so good!!!!

"Nothing can alter the character of God. In the course of a human life, tastes and outlook and temper may change radically: a kind, equable man may turn bitter and crotchety: a man of good-will may grow cynical and callous. But nothing of this sort happens to the Creator. He never becomes less truthful, or merciful, or just, or good, than He used to be."
J.I. Packer

Thursday, April 14, 2011

I Surrender All

Today I am so thankful that I am able to wake up, breathe in an out, and have another day here on earth to live in. In this world of uncertainty, we have numbered days... not knowing when our last day may be. I watched a couple of days ago as a bird landed in my driveway and breathed it's last breath. It bowed his head, breathing in and out two more times, then just expired. I thought about that bird all day, every day since he died in my driveway, right before my eyes. I thought about how every breath we breath are numbered. When I reach my final breath will I just bow my head and expire, as the bird did? Or will I fight kicking and screaming? Most days I am fighting to survive. Fighting to work, fighting to get ahead, fighting to pay another bill... then once in a while I am able to breath easy, head bowed and just go with it. But those moments are far and few in between. I would like to think that after 32 years of being a Christian, I would have all of this figured out, but the truth is I am only footsteps away from where I started. This Christian journey has really just begun for me. I am finally on my way to a deeper understanding, that I can bow my head and give up my last breath to Him and allow Him to breath and move and has His way through me. Surrender. Total surrender. The bowing of head and lifting of hands to Him, the one who sits on the throne. I surrender Lord! I surrender ALL!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Walk With Him Wednesday

Today I am thankful for all of these things...

271. Words.

272. Listening.

273. Hearing.

274. Learning.

275. Books.

276. Reading.

277. Writing.

278. Talking.

279. Seeing.

280. Ears.

What are you thankful for today?

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Gift of Writing

In my long list of duties, I find it most relaxing as I sit in front of my laptop and write, or when I pull out my journals and write. Writing has been a big part of my life since I learned to write. Writing is what always, always, ALWAYS... draws me to God. It is a gift, a pretty little, perfectly wrapped gift... when you unwrap words and put them into a neat little sentence. Writing has a way to gather up all of the loose ends in my life and put them into perspective, make them neat and give them understanding and purpose. So today I write to put things back where they belong. I write to unwrap all of the gifts that God wants to give me, with every word he puts on my heart to write. Today I recognize this beautiful gift of writing and I unwrap this gift and admire it. Thank you so much God for the gift of writing.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Multitudes On Monday

Today I am so thankful. So very, very thankful that:

256. Spring has finally sprung.

257. The warmth of the sun.

258. The fragrance of flowers.

259. Things back in their proper place.

260. Serenity of nature.

261. Birds singing new songs.

262. Triumph and victories.

263. Warm breezes.

264. Dogs lapping up water after running and playing in the yard.

265. Smiles and kisses.

266. Hugs

267. Swedish fish (the red ones).

268. knowing eyes.

269. Fulfillment in the little things.

270. Songs that make you want to dance.

"...We give thanks to you, O God, we give thanks, for your Name is near; men tell of your wonderful deeds."
Psalm 75:1

Friday, April 8, 2011

I Was Shut Down

For 3 days my blog was shut down, I am not sure why but I sure was upset over it. I was so excited about the post that went up on Wednesday on Incourage, and then bloop, out of no where my blog disappeared. I am so relieved to find it back up and running again.
So... starting tomorrow I will begin journal on my blog once again... for now I wanted to just say, I am so glad to be back up and running.


Wednesday, April 6, 2011

A Blessed Day

Today I am so blessed and honored that a piece I originally wrote on 3/3/11 will be re posted here at this website:

Just click on this button and you will go directly to my post here at incourage.

God makes our dreams come true. My namesake Angelina Ann means "angelic messenger filled with grace". To write is the way in which I can share God's message of grace to the world. When God knit me together in my mother's womb He knit me with words to write for all to read. I am so blessed today to share some of the words in my heart that He inspired me to write for many eyes to see today. I hope you click the button up above and read... Blessings everyone!!!

Monday, April 4, 2011

More to Add To The List

241. Tying up loose ends.

242. A-ha moments.

243. Discovering that you can when everyone else said that you couldn't.

244. Blue, clear skies.

245. Pictures in the clouds.

246. Lady bugs landing on noses.

247. A warm, cozy bed to sleep in.

248. A pillow to rest your head upon.

249. Something lost has been found.

250. Puddles to splash in.

251. Lakes to swim in.

252. Shade under a tree.

253. Trees that clap their hands.

254. Leaves fluttering in the wind.

255. Feeding the hungry.

"Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness."
Colossians 2:7

Sunday, April 3, 2011

I Write

I write today, this moment for the here and now. I also write so that I can look back and savor the moment. Each time that I compose my heart into words on paper, I am enabling myself to capture that memory, that thought, that feeling for all of eternity. To write is to establish a permanent mark, an everlasting record that can be stored away for future reference. You can read back what you wrote years from now and feel as though you are reliving the moment, and the feeling of the moment all over again. You can look back and see the transformation of your life taking shape. You can read the words along the journey of the metamorphose that is taking place within your life and remember each step that it took to get you to where you are today. As you read each word of what you felt and how your life has completely evolved you can feel a deeper sense of hope for the future that awaits you. As you discover with each paragraph you read what it took to get you where you are today, you are able to relive the emotion, reclaim the victories and revisit the memory of what you write. So today I write... so that tomorrow I can remember what God has done and will continue to do in my life. There is victory in writing.

"But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."
Lord Byron

"Write from the soul, not from some notion what you think the marketplace wants. The market is fickle; the soul is eternal."
Jeffrey A. Carver

Saturday, April 2, 2011

His Masterpiece

I have been discovering who I am... what I am made of and how I am well equipped to face life, every moment of life no matter what. That the past mistakes, heart aches and pains are gone. Life is constantly moving and evolving into something more beautiful then I could have ever hoped or dreamed.

Life is filled with ups and downs, lights and shadows. Life has a wave, a current and a balance. You are either up or down, in or out. I have had my share of all. I am discovering however, that no matter what view I see... He is there, gently leading and whole heartily navigating me through it all. It doesn't matter if I come undone in the process of the journey He has me on because, He is there picking up the pieces that fall away and adding new ones when needed.

He is there adding color to the gray areas. Painting with His hand steady, colorful brushstrokes of pure genius. The picture He is creating of my life is more vibrant then anything I could have imagined to create on my own. As I stand back to look upon the picture He is making, my breath is stolen from me, for He takes my breathe away. How could this ordinary girl become so extraordinary? Yet, His eyes see me completely different then I see myself. I see the ugly truth. He sees the beautiful, colorful work of art He has created me to be. I see in part, He sees in full.

He has been adjusting my eyes to see as He sees. Beholding His majesty and splendor as it transcends my life portrait. His beauty in my life fills the canvas of my heart and shines with every brush stroke of His hand upon my life. My portrait that He creates is the kind that will never fade, will get better and more valuable with time and age and will leave you longing to see more of His art work. It is filled with colors that I have never seen or known of before. I am His creation. His handiwork. What He creates is more beautiful then words can describe. I am His work of art on display for the whole world to see. How incredibly amazing He is... the artist of all creation is creating a masterpiece in me.

"For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago."
Ephesians 2:10

Friday, April 1, 2011

Still No Words

Today I still have no words... well maybe one:

Thanks to God for always being there for me... and for this promise He says to me every day of my life: