Ward Family Update:

currently in search of a home. 

come, April 10th we need to be sleeping in a different location.

a bit stressful? eh, yea. just a tad. 

we've come across a few possibilities, but God was faithful in slamming those doors shut. 

so, we continue our search, trusting that God knows the desires of our hearts & our current time crunch.

hopeful of the future & eager for some answers.

praying, praying, praying

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these are some of my favorite lyrics at the moment. so rich and so true. i've read them again & again, and am continually encouraged and comforted by the message it brings. no matter what i go through in this life, no matter what trials i face. Jesus is all i ever need, & in Him there is life. through all the uncertainty that life brings, i can trust that God is in control, He has a plan for my life, and no matter what happens, God and heaven are still my own. what joy and assurance that brings. if i could just remember that one, amazing truth, nothing in this life would cause me to doubt or worry. for i know the fulfillment that is found in Christ.

Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

Jesus, I my cross have taken,

All to leave and follow Thee;

Destitute, despised, forsaken,

Thou from hence my All shalt be.

Perish every fond ambition,

All I've sought or hoped or known;

Yet how rich is my condition!

God and heaven are still my own.

Let the world despise and leave me,

They have left my Savior, too.

Human hearts and looks deceive me;

Thou art not, like them, untrue.

And while Thou shalt smile upon me,

God of wisdom, love, and might,

Foes may hate and friends may shun me;

Show Thy face, and all is bright.

Go, then, earthly fame and treasure!

Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!

In Thy service, pain is pleasure;

With Thy favor, loss is gain.

I have called Thee Abba, Father!

I have stayed my heart on Thee.

Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,

All must work for good to me.

Man may trouble and distress me,

'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;

Life with trials hard may press me,

Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.

Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me

While Thy love is left to me;

Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me

Were that joy unmixed with Thee.

Take, my soul, thy full salvation;

Rise o'er sin and fear and care;

Joy to find in every station,

Something still to do or bear.

Think what Spirit dwells within thee,

What a Father's smile is thine,

What a Savior died to win thee;

Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

Haste, then, on from grace to glory,

Armed by faith and winged by prayer;

Heaven's eternal day's before thee,

God's own hand shall guide thee there.

Soon shall close the earthly mission,

Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,

Hope soon change to glad fruition,

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

[All must work for good to me.]