I participate in our church's choir. Tonight, our church will gather for our annual Christmas Concert. There will be a lot of cute children who, with their innocence and charm, will convey a message meant to soften hearts and draw us closer to Him, our King. There will be our choir, who through music will endeavor to show people a little bit more of our Lord, to draw them just a little closer.
I think this is a good time to write about focus.
Turn with me to Proverbs 4, and let's look at verses 25 and 26.
Let your eyes look right on [with fixed purpose], and let your gaze be straight before you. Consider well the path of your feet, and let all your ways be established and ordered aright.
Try as I might, I can't see anything in this verse that says "look at yourself." I can see nothing that says "watch yourself." I can't find anything at all to indicate that I should be focusing on me.
I need to let my eyes look right on with fixed purpose. What purpose? My ultimate goal. Heaven. My Savior. Hearing those coveted words... "Well done, my good and faithful servant." That is my purpose. My desire. My intention. My focus.
So tonight, when the lights are low and I stand between two women with a microphone in my hand, my focus will be on Him. Where is yours?






I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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