We had a little party for one of our cast members who had a birthday - and of course Madison had to check out the cupcakes Mommy had made. These were cupcakes cooked within ice cream cones, covered with icing and sprinkles and yes, they were delicious.
Madison is wearing some of the gear used by our female cast members - pink hardhats, and bejeweled tools. She enjoyed the service this morning, which had a theme of measuring out. "You Can't Measure God" is what was spoken for her class, and for the older kids too. Before service, Madison was having a lot of fun with the castmembers:
Here's Ricke, who has been with us for many years. He plays a character called Black Bart, who has a tough exterior - and as you can see here, he's just a big softy!
It was a great day this morning, followed by the typical crashing on the couch afterwards. The variation was the visit to the funeral home this afternoon. As Mommy was sick, Madison and Daddy dropped by to pay our respects, though quite briefly. We stayed away from the casket - explaining any of this to Madison started out difficult, and graduated to impossible. Our visit was mercifully brief, although Madison saw people crying and understood later on why we needed to pray for them, that God would give them peace.
It was a relaxing afternoon - Daddy actually left the cars outside to rinse off the pollen. There was light rainfall for a good part of the day, and it appears as if the temperature will be rising again this week. The lake is just spectacular. It's so full, and so unusual to see that way.
Before bed tonight, Madison was reading to us from her books, and it just so happens she was reading to us about Moses as a baby. It was a simple telling of the story, one that Madison could read to us, but she wanted to read it, and was excited about reading words. The neat thing is that we dedicated our morning at church to talking a bit about Moses. In fact, here below is something Daddy wrote up about the message, along with a coloring sheet Madison used afterwards:
Out in the middle of Egypt, the Israelites were involved with one of the
most miserable construction projects ever recorded in human history. It was simply horrible, and they needed
help – but who would come to save them?
Every night, they came home sore and weary. Every night, they cried out to God someone to save them.
Enter Moses. Far away, he
was at the start of his day, minding his own business. But suddenly God’s voice was there,
speaking to him about rescuing the Israelite slaves.
God was asking a lot, and Moses made excuses when he started to think of his own abilities. But Moses forgot that he was dealing with the great I Am, and if there’s one thing we all need to remember, it’s that you can’t measure God!
None of us measure up. Moses made excuses to begin with, but God doesn’t want us to
focus on our own shortcomings.
Read your Bible: God has a
history of using those pieces that everyone throws away. People like Abraham, David, Elijah and
Moses were far from perfect. And
yet, God used them in amazing ways throughout the Old Testament.God was asking a lot, and Moses made excuses when he started to think of his own abilities. But Moses forgot that he was dealing with the great I Am, and if there’s one thing we all need to remember, it’s that you can’t measure God!
So trust your Ruler. God rules, and He knows more than we could ever measure. Don’t give Him just an inch. Give Him everything you can, and watch Him pour out so many blessings that you will not have enough room for them!
He has big plans. He has the blueprints for your life all rolled out across the table, and they’re all good! Don’t measure the size of any challenge in front of you when you’ve got an immeasurable God behind you!
Moses moved forward in faith because he trusted his Ruler, and watched God’s plans miraculously unfold. It was an astonishing exit from Egypt, beyond anyone’s greatest expectations. But that’s what happens when you obey.
Remember it’s not by might or power or strength. It’s all the Great I Am. And you can’t measure God!
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