Friday’s Fave Five #13

FFF tulips

On Fridays we take time to look back over the blessings of the week, sponsored by Susanne at Living to Tell the Story.

I need to lose weight.  Anyone who knows me knows this has been a struggle for most of my adulthood.  It will help my hip replacement (and knee replacement) and my general health.  I’ve lost 20 lbs over the last year and a half but lately have gotten stuck.  I’ve begun seeing a dietitian, a wonderful young woman who is helping me to learn to be more deliberate in making food choices.  When I have a fibromyalgia flare I either do not want to eat at all or I eat whatever.  The dietitian has me keeping a food diary and trying to help me identify my poor food choice triggers.  I’m very grateful for this help.

My middle daughter drove me downtown Edmonton so I could renew our Canadian passports.  If my passport had not fallen in love with a water bottle and become saturated in good old H2O, the process would have been simpler and I could have renewed at a passport office nearby. I am not fond of driving downtown anywhere.  The one-way streets, traffic direction lanes that change depending on the time of day, and steep, curving hills all bamboozle me. My daughter drives this route almost every day for work and cheerfully chauffeured me to the passport office and back home again.  Thanks, Sarah!

My kitchen herbs are growing and not dying!  I suppose it helps that I am actually remembering to water them.

I stopped at a grocery store near my doctor’s office and unexpectedly found yellow crook necked squash.  For some reason this favorite squash of ours is really hard to find here. I sautéed some onions, sliced up the squash, added some gluten-free chicken bouillon and voila! a yummy side dish.

Today is Good Friday.  I am blessed and humbled to remember the substitutionary work of Christ on the cross.  The third verse of Horatio Spafford’s hymn, It Is Well with My Soul, is a favorite of mine and I have been meditating on it today.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

Have a blessed Easter!

He Is Not Here; for He Is Risen!

Jerusalem Graden Tomb sign

The Garden Tomb

Visiting the Garden Tomb in Jerusalem was my highlight of our tour to the Holy Land.  Our site guide gathered the group and before the tour started and gave a clear gospel message interspersed with cultural facts and archeological information.  Walking through the well-groomed gardens brought amazing clarity to my previously fuzzy impressions of the biblical setting of the resurrection.

Earlier in the day we stopped at Gethsemane on the Mount of Olives and read the scriptures describing Christ’s agony in prayer as He anticipated the cup of suffering and separation from the Father facing Him. Such a sobering reminder of His submission to the plan of redemption for mankind!

Good Preaching

What a blessing it has been to hear messages on each of the seven sayings from the cross these past few weeks!  The reminder of Christ’s fulfilling Old Testament scriptures and considering the needs of others, all while experiencing the humility and excruciating pain of crucifixion, helps us to better reflect on the great price that was paid for our redemption.

He is not here; for He is risen!

Jerusalem at Garden Tomb

Jerusalem Tomb entrance at Garden TombThough seeing the garden and the hill of Golgotha was impressive, the most joyous moment was stepping down into the empty tomb.  ‘He is not here; for He is risen!’  My heart overflowed with gratitude as I stood inside that empty tomb and realized anew that Christ had broken the bonds of sin and death on my behalf!

One of my favorite newer hymns is ‘His Robes for Mine’ by Chris Anderson and Greg Habegger.  The hymn, full of rich theology, speaks to the heart of every believer who has accepted this undeserved exchange. Hallelujah!  What a Savior!

His Robes for Mine

His robes for mine: O wonderful exchange!

Clothed in my sin, Christ suffered ‘neath God’s rage.

Draped in His righteousness, I’m justified.

In Christ I live, for in my place He died.



I cling to Christ, and marvel at the cost:

Jesus forsaken, God estranged from God.

Bought by such love, my life is not my own.

My praise-my all-shall be for Christ alone.


His robes for mine: what cause have I for dread?

God’s daunting Law Christ mastered in my stead.

Faultless I stand with righteous works not mine,

Saved by my Lord’s vicarious death and life.


His robes for mine: God’s justice is appeased.

Jesus is crushed, and thus the Father’s pleased.

Christ drank God’s wrath on sin, then cried “‘Tis done!”

Sin’s wage is paid; propitiation won.


His robes for mine: such anguish none can know.

Christ, God’s beloved, condemned as though His foe.

He, as though I, accursed and left alone;

I, as though He, embraced and welcomed home!