August 06, 2006 Next up: a vacation to recuperate from BOCA.

There is something seriously wrong with sending people to such a beautiful place and then keeping them locked in a room all day every day. We did finally break away for short excursions into reality, however.

Standing on the Atlantic sands... and a dude having SOME fun.

Earnie at the Art Museum and evidence of life at the beach. It was cooler in Boca Raton than in Louisville while we were there!

Songs on the Journey- as always, the Lord sent some songs to speed me on my journey- whether it is the whine of the jet engine or the beat of my heart, the rhythms of life seem to elicit songs as i travel. Here are the latest lyrics (sans tunes, of course) from the Florida trip...

The Most Beautiful Story

In the night dark and long we will lift up a song
As our joy and our pain's expressed.
At the end of that night in the pale morning light
The chorus restores us and we are blessed.
Every cry every sigh joins the song bye and bye
Till each heart shall sing along.
For each life's melody-and each heart's harmony
Bears the music for which the world longs.

In the words of this song every note shall belong
To a high symphony of praise
Now this song that we sing is a sweet offering
Declaring and sharing God's wondrous ways
All our voices we'll raise as an anthem of praise
As on our knees we fall
And this sweet offering in the song that we sing's
The most beautiful story of all.

As we sing heaven hears as it falls on man's ear
As we dare to declare our dream
Of a savior so sure, of a hope so secure
The everlasting song of the redeemed
All our voices we'll raise as an anthem of praise
As on our knees we fall
And this sweet offering in the song that we sing's
The most beautiful story of all.

Ever fresh, ever new though familiar it's true
Listen now as we recall,
Still the story goes on, it will never be done
The most beautiful story of all,
The most beautiful story of all...

Anthony Foster
August 5, 2006

The gnarly trees at the left are an example of a species we saw all over Boca Raton. They must have incredible staying power to survive the hurricanes that hit the coast regularly...The quote above is from the Art Museum and struck me as particularly poignant.

Follow Hard A prayer for the journey A prayer for this flight I raise up in a whisper A song in this dark night Petitions and praises Graces future and past Deep unction in my phrases At your feet are cast. I am heading home, On my way, on my way Though this world we roam On our way, on our way. His light will be our guide Till we are safe inside. He Himself is our reward The road leads home if we follow hard. If we follow hard we will end well If we follow hard our lives will tell A compelling tale, It will never fail If we follow hard, he'll take us home. If you lived in Christ you'd be home right now. He will never leave, he has made a vow Never to forsake, with us to abide On the journey home he will be our guide. Though the path ahead is still unknown If we follow hard he'll take us home. If we follow hard we will end well If we follow hard our lives will tell A compelling tale, It will never fail If we follow hard, he'll take us home. Anthony Foster August 5, 2006

 

Lord, Lord, Lord!

You are the Lord of Glory
You are the King of Kings,
The hero of salvation's story
Now of your fame we sing.

You are the Lord of Nations
You are the Sovereign sire
You are the only hope for Creation
You are our one desire.

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord of All,
Lord, Lord, Lord, on you we call
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord of All,
Lord, Lord, Lord, on you we call

You are the Lord of Power
You are the Lord of Might
You are our refuge, A strong mighty tower
You alone can set us right!

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord of All,
Lord, Lord, Lord, on you we call
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord of All,
Lord, Lord, Lord, on you we call

Anthony Foster
August 6, 2006

As I Trust Your Word

I will trust your word
My security is found in you alone
Your word will be my daily bread
On it my soul will be fed
In the wonder of you word wisdom is known.

I will trust your word
When I have no place left to stand
I will remind myself of what I know
I will reckon it as true although
The questions I may not understand.

As I trust your word
May the words of my mouth begin
And the meditations of my heart shout
And the storms will cease without
And the tumult stops within.

Overwhelmed by your word
Your sufficient grace declared
I will rest on that rock, secure
In the knowledge that endures
There is nothing to which you can be compared.

Anthony Foster
August 6, 2006

Day one of our vacation- we went to downtown Louisville and rode River Road out to Oldham County.Stopped at the Water Tower and saw an art exhibit-"I
Do, I Do" ...

At the zoo, Earnie was greeted by a rainbow of lorikeets...

Along came a Golden Garden spider to our butterfly bush- it is humongous- 2.5 inches across... they are harmless.

We rode the carousel to cool off on a 95 degree day at the zoo...