a prayer for the New year

As I stand on the threshold of a new year, please empower me beyond my weaknesses and besetting sins. Open my eyes to your work in the world around me and use me in your work of grace. Fire my passion to live fully for your Kingdom and my King, Jesus Christ,in whose name I pray. Amen.

Salute to Mr. Amal Hourani

“They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.
Through the hands of such as these God speak, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth. Khalil Gibran

“Amal” means hope.
God has painted his skies with different stars. Stars of beauty, stars of guidance and many more.
While painting the stars of hope and stars of giving, his brush dripped and some fell on earth, here and there and everywhere.
You are one of those who picked them up. The needy have prayed and with faith they have asked. God has listened and He’s answered them through people like you. They had nothing, absolutely nothing, but He’s used you to paint a smile on their faces. Their hearts are pumping hopes and prayers in thanksgiving to Heavens asking Him to protect you and your beloved ones.
I don’t personally know you, but I bow my head in respect for people like you.

Elle from you tube, enjoy

Elle remix

Elle

Everything is meant to be. This is what I* call a rule that controls even small details of my life.
On December the 23rd I came home at round 10pm, sat on the chair feeling my hand unwillingly grabbing the TV remote and switching it on. The receiver was still on NRK2*.
She* was singing from the heart. Her voice was a spirit that held me and shook me. I couldn’t understand what she was singing, but she proved my theory of Music being a language understood by all.
Elle is sung in Sami* and I managed to find what the song is about. Here it goes:
And so the spring river opened up again
And so we let ourselves drift with the flood
The night of ice had to give in
My dearest son of the wind
Surely I flew with the bluethroat
Surely I danced with the northern light
In the strongest of breath we exhaled as one
My dearest son of the wind
The lips of the silenced people bursted out in speech
The stream of words once again were flowing
Over the frozen riverbanks when we finally came together
My dearest son of the wind
When you´re walking alongside the reindeer-herd…
When you guard the reindeer-oxen with the great antlers…
All of the horizon comes alive and starts to move
My dearest son of the wind

I* a human being.
NRK2* Norwegian broadcasting corporation
She* Mari Boine (Norwegian Sami musician)
Sami* language of Norwegian natives