1. A Truly Great ChristmasAlbum: A Windham Hill Christmas
I’m a sucker for some new, yet classic Christmas music. Available on all music platforms. The link above is on Spotify.
2. A Band I’m Totally Digging on Spotify: St. Paul and the Broken Bones
This is a gritty, happy, sassy band that is fun to listen to as you pick the pace up a bit on a morning walk. Enjoy!
3. A Great Book for Every Man that Desires a Stronger Relationship with God: FIVE MARKS OF A MAN
A boy doesn’t automatically become a man at age 18. What differentiates a man from a boy is the way he lives. A man has a vision for his life while a boy lives day to day. A man is a team player while a boy wants to be MVP. A man works while a boy plays. A man has the courage to take a minority position while a boy wants the reassurance of the crowd. A man is a protector while a boy is a predator. These are the five marks of a man. It’s not enough to just know them. A real man aggressively pursues them on a daily basis. Drawing from his own experience and the lives of others, pastor Brian Tome calls on men to examine themselves and take steps in the direction of a fully realized manhood that honors God
4. An App that is Literally Changing My Life: GLORIFY
This is an incredible resource if you have the desire to connect with God – CONSISTENTLY! Scripture, devotion, reflection, and so much more. Start building streaks of intentionally seeking God each day.
Let’s Close this Thanksgiving Week with These Lyrics from Fanny Crosby.
Let’s close this Thanksgiving Day meditation with a powerful poem of praise:
My heart is overflowing with gratitude and praise,
To him whose loving kindness has followed all my days;
To him who gently leads me by cool and quiet rills
And with their balm of comfort my thirsty spirit fills.
Within the vale of blessing, I walk beneath the light
Reflected from his glory, that shines forever bright.
I feel his constant presence wherever I may be;
How manifold his goodness, how rich his grace to me!
My heart is overflowing with love and joy and song,
As if it heard an echo from yonder ransomed throng.
Its every chord is vocal with music’s sweetest lay,
And to its home of sunshine it longs to fly away.
I feign would tell the story, and yet I know full well
The half was never, never told—the half I cannot tell.
