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Welcome to my personal weblog! I have many areas of interest as a Christian wife and home schooling mother of 6 girls: writing, poetry, website design, digital photography, a home business (sewing); however, this blog will focus more on the wonderful journey the Lord has brought our family through and what the Lord has shown me in His Holy Word.


I know that my devotionals don't often speak of specifics in our lives, but I want my readers to know that what I write comes most often from what the Lord is doing in our lives, or has done. I don't just repeat words by this preacher or that one. My devotionals are often written through a haze of tears, sometimes in grief, sometimes in peace at God's goodness for what He is doing for our good. At other times, after a flood of tears over my lack of faith in His great plan for us, especially after I've seen Heaven's gates open in another miraculous answer to prayer. What I write is what God shows me through those trials which He brings because of His great goodness as He works out His perfect plan. - Angela.


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Our Little One

This poem is dedicated to “Our Little One”, who went to be with Jesus on May 21, 1997, after being in Momma’s belly for 15 or so weeks. In October, 1997, found out I was pregnant again, and gave birth to Abigail, June 1998, then Melissa, June 2001, and Carolyn Ann-Marie in October 2004.

It is my hope and prayer that many find solace in the confident hope that their precious “little one” is with the Lord.

But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me. 2 Samuel 12:23 (King David speaking)

But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words. 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18

God is gracious!

Our Little One

Didn’t know if you were a boy or girl.
Would your hair be straight, or would it curl?
Would you be dark like your Daddy,
or would you be fair skinned like me?

Would you love to run and play outside,
or be a homebody by Momma’s side?
Would your mind in the clouds often wander,
or would engineering feats, be what you ponder?

The Lord never let us know these things,
but he knew the joy you’d bring.
Even carrying you for such a short time,
making me yearn for a new Little One in His time.

Your time with us was, oh so brief.
Your loss, brought us so much grief.
Yet through it all, I learned to see,
how My Lord, He walks with me.

I could not wish you back with us,
for surely, I have learned to trust,
and know you are safer with the Lord,
and am glad for the short time He could afford.

For surely, He must love you so,
to take you from us, and this I know,
that one day up in glory, when my Jesus I shall see,
there’ll be another Special Little One, waiting up there for me!

Angela Trenholm
September 26, 2000

My Saviour Living In Me

Many people think that being Christian means all your days will be perfect; you will never have an ill thought; you will never have times when you are down, hurt, etc. That just isn’t Scripture or reality. Of course we are going to have off days; we are going to struggle with this sinful flesh till the Lord takes us home, but our goal should be: “…that in all things he might have the preeminence.” Colossians 1:18 b

My Saviour Living In Me

I stood before the Judge, now it was my turn
To give account to Him, how my heart did churn.
I had no words to plead in my own defense.
Condemned, I knelt, for the reading of my offense.
Yet, one Man stood up, dressed in clothes so white,
My Advocate, Jesus, had made all things right.

Jesus was born to die on Calvary,
Born to die, for you and for me.
Born to die, but not in vain;
Though I was condemned, He bore my shame.

He died for me on Calvary,
To pay my sins and set me free.
What a friend! He paid it all!
Not a mite was ever too small.
He took my sin debt, all that I owed,
Laid them on Himself, bore them as His own.

He gave His life, His all He did give.
That I would not die, but that I could live.
When Jesus arose on that glorious day,
I knew, by faith, my sins were all washed away.
How could I not then, on the altar, lay down my all?
The most I can give in return still seems ever so small.

As if all He had done had not been enough,
He still has not left me to struggle alone.
To plod through life, though it may seem so tough
The light of His countenance on me has shone.
His precious Holy Word, my guide to be,
To lighten my footsteps on His pathway for me.

Yet more blessings has He given His child so frail;
His Holy Spirit to comfort, that my footsteps won’t fail.
When the storms of life round about me do roll,
I’ve nothing to fear, for in Him I am whole.
I have all I need to fight the good fight;
To conquer in the day and endure through the night.

Saved unto good works was part of His plan;
Not for salvation – to redeem fallen man,
But to be a living epistle for all to see,
My Lord Jesus Christ, my Saviour, living in me.

Angela Trenholm
June 20th, 2003

A Glimpse of Perfection

A Glimpse of Perfection

This precious little daughter
That the Lord has given you,
Will doubtless bring you more joy,
As she smiles back up at you.

How gracious a Heavenly Father,
As on you such love He has shown.
Entrusting you with another child,
For you to raise up as your own.

Each time you look upon her,
Gives reason to remember;
She is a special reward
From your Heavenly Father.

And as He is filling your quiver,
With this great token of His love
Take more time aside to remember,
All His past blessings from above.

Looking on God’s perfection;
Remember, He makes all things new;
Providing you a sweet glimpse,
Of the work He’s doing in you.

For while He has given you,
A new life, for Him, to train;
He is also moulding you,
In the image of His name.

Angela B. Trenholm
June 2nd, 2004

Written for friends upon the birth
of their 6th child, a daughter, in 2004.

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Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
Psalm 127:3

Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them:
they shall not be ashamed,
but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.
Psalm 127:5

Train up a child in the way he should go:
and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Proverbs 22:6

Being confident of this very thing,
hat he which hath begun a good work in you
will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:
Philipians 1:6

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Blessed Assurance

by Fanny Crosby

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

Refrain

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Refrain

Perfect submission, all is at rest
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

Refrain

Not Ashamed of Christ

Not Ashamed of Christ

As I sit in my pew during church,
It’s easy to agree with what’s said
To repeat “Amen” and “Praise the Lord”
Or simply agree, by a nod of the head.

Yet, leaving the church building,
My resolve just melts away.
What did cause my withdrawing?
Why was I in such a fray?

I thought I had all I needed
To fulfill the great commission,
But instead, working by myself
Was a cause for a great omission.

I was ashamed of my Lord that day –
And, oh, how many times in between –
I have denied the one who bought me,
As I perform my daily routine.

The boldness I needed so badly,
Was surely lacking from my effort.
I hadn’t the strength to sustain me;
In my spirit there was no comfort.

As I feasted on God’s Word at home,
I read of the Apostles’ boldness
And saw God’s power, and not their own,
Was the reason for their adeptness.

I saw how spending time with Jesus
Was what wrought such great victory:
Power to boldly speak forth God’s Word,
Regardless of government decree.

How I need to get alone with God,
And beseech Him for His power.
Without the strength He alone gives,
I can’t live for Him even an hour.

I don’t want to be ashamed of Christ –
The one who gave His all for me –
I want to live for Him day by day!
I want that great victory!

Going forth, but not on a whim,
To go out boldly and to proclaim;
Spending my life witnessing for Him,
That eternal life, others may gain.

So day by day, as I seek to please,
The one who died and rose for me,
I must spend time with Christ my Lord
If not ashamed of Him, I am to be.

Not Ashamed of Christ
Angela Trenholm
December 29, 2003

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For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ:
for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth;
to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.

Romans 1:16

Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John,
and perceived that they were unlearned and ignorant men,
they marvelled; and they took knowledge of them,
that they had been with Jesus.

Acts 4:13


And now, Lord, behold their threatenings:
and grant unto thy servants,
that with all boldness they may speak thy word,…
…And when they had prayed,
the place was shaken where they were assembled together;
and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost,
and they spake the word of God with boldness.

Acts 4:29-31

And for me, that utterance may be given unto me,
that I may open my mouth boldly,
to make known the mystery of the gospel…

Ephesians 6:19

According to my earnest expectation and my hope,
that in nothing I shall be ashamed, but that with all boldness,
as always, so now also Christ shall be magnified in my body,
whether it be by life, or by death.

Philippians1:20

So that we may boldly say, The Lord is my helper,
and I will not fear what man shall do unto me.

Hebrews 13:6

More Like the Master

Words: Charles H. Gabriel, 1906.
Music: “Hanford (Gabriel),â€? Charles H. Gabriel, 1906

More like the Master I would ever be,
More of His meekness, more humility;
More zeal to labor, more courage to be true,
More consecration for work He bids me do.

Refrain

Take Thou my heart, I would be Thine alone;
Take Thou my heart, and make it all Thine own.
Purge me from sin, O Lord, I now implore,
Wash me and keep me Thine forevermore.

More like the Master is my daily prayer;
More strength to carry crosses I must bear;
More earnest effort to bring His kingdom in;
More of His Spirit, the wanderer to win.

Refrain

More like the Master I would live and grow;
More of His love to others I would show;
More self denial, like His in Galilee,
More like the Master I long to ever be.

Refrain

The Lord our Banner

The Lord Our Banner

(Jehovah-Nissi)

(Put to the tune of “The Fight Is On” – as written below the poem –
simply sing the original chorus between each stanza.)

The Lord Our Banner is the Christian’s rally cry!
Raise the standard; there’s battles to be fought,
Jehovah-Nissi is our Saviour from on High,
For without the Lord, the fight’s all for nought.

The battle is hard and the cost seems so very high –
The squeamish and faint of heart need not apply –
For our fight is not against swords, bows, or spears,
But against the Devil and our own fears.

Dear brethren, the war’s already been fought and won –
The battles are the Lord’s – we fight not alone.
One day soon, we’ll be glorified with God’s own Son –
Be steadfast and faithful ’til He takes us home.

The battles are wearisome; and many are the foes,
Stand fast, brethren – do not falter nor faint!
Jesus, our Saviour, Captain of Jehovah’s host,
Leads the final charge with thousands of His saints.

The Lord Our Banner, stands high upon the hill,
With our only weapon, the Word of God, held high.
The Lord will fight for us, and we need but stand still,
For the victory, our Lord will provide.

Angela Trenholm
December 26, 2003

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A special thank you to Jerry Bouey
for the proofreading and much needed Scriptural input on this poem.

Taken from: Exodus 17:15
(Jehovah is my banner)

And Moses built an altar, and called the name of it Jehovahnissi:
For he said, Because the LORD hath sworn that the LORD
will have war with Amalek from generation to generation.

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He [Christ] shall not forever sit in waiting posture, but shall come into the fight to end the weary war by his own victorious presence. He will lead the final charge in person; his own right hand and his holy arm shall get unto him the victory. (Charles Spurgeon, The Treasury Of David)

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The Fight is On

by Leila N. Morris

The fight is on, the trumpet sound is ringing out,
The cry “To arms!â€? is heard afar and near;
The Lord of hosts is marching on to victory,
The triumph of the Christ will soon appear.

Chorus

The fight is on, O Christian soldier,
And face to face in stern array,
With armor gleaming, and colors streaming,
The right and wrong engage today!
The fight is on, but be not weary;
Be strong, and in His might hold fast;
If God be for us, His banner o’er us,
We’ll sing the victor’s song at last!

The fight is on, arouse, ye soldiers brave and true!
Jehovah leads, and victory will assure;
Go buckle on the armor God has given you,
And in His strength unto the end endure.

Chorus

The Lord is leading on to certain victory;
The bow of promise spans the eastern sky;
His glorious Name in every land shall honored be;
The morn will break, the dawn of peace is nigh.

Chorus

The Path of Life

The Paths of Life

Lord, is my life a stumblingblock,
To babes in Christ around me?
Is it consistent with Your Word,
Or filled with hypocrisy?

Have I caused Your little ones,
To falter from the straight way?
My heart breaks at the very thought,
Dear God, of leading one astray!

Lord, search my reins and try my heart.
If there be any wicked way,
Pluck it out by its evil roots;
Let none of its vileness hold sway!

As David cried, so I plead of You,
“Create in me a clean heart!”
Renew a right spirit within me;
Only You Lord, gives a new start,

That I may arise and proclaim,
Teaching sinners of Your redemption,
That they may be converted unto You,
Praising You in acclamation.

Keep my heart tender, oh Lord,
To hear that still small voice
That convicts the humble heart of sin,
And makes righteousness its choice.

Order my footsteps in Your Word;
Let me not falter in times of strife.
Let this my daily prayer be,
To walk in the path of life.

Angela Trenholm
December 26th, 2003

“But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea. Matthew 18:6

Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions. Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me. Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest. Psalm 51:1-4

Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit. Then will I teach transgressors thy ways; and sinners shall be converted unto thee.Psalm 51:12-13 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. Proverbs 3:5-6

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm 16:11

All the Way My Saviour Leads Me

Words: Fanny Crosby in Bright­st and Best
Music by William Doane and Robert Lowry (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: 1875)

All the way my Savior leads me
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my Guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me
Cheers each winding path I tread,
Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living Bread.
Though my weary steps may falter
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me
O the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above.
When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way.

Count the Cost

Count the Cost

To those who put off God’s gift of salvation,
His own precious Son for their soul’s redemption
– Though despised, rejected, and hung on the cross,
God’s cry of love still reaches out: “Count the Cost!”

To those who have refused Christ’s sacrifice of love,
Who have wandered through life without any thought of hereafter,
Like the Rich Man in hell, with all hope gone from above,
How you’ll wish you had taken the time to “Count the Cost!”

To the Christian whose focus is on wordly pleasures,
Who lays aside His Lord’s command to seek the lost,
Who has no concern in winning souls for heavenly treasures;
The Rich Man in hell doth pleadingly cry, “Count the Cost!”

To those whose riches are stored down here on earth,
Whose focus in life is on vain things of no worth,
Whose works will be burned up with the rest of the dross;
The Saviour to you doth cry out: “Count the Cost.”

To the faithful servant, fulfilling his Master’s commands,
Taking the time to strengthen saints’ weary hands,
Witnessing to all, whether they will hear or forbear,
The Master smiles with pleasure as you “Count the Cost!”

After you’ve faithfully plodded through the Christian life
– Many times gasping for air on the hills of strife
– And you kneel at Jesus’ feet to hear “Well done”,
You’ll be glad you decided to “Count the Cost!”

Angela Trenholm December 2003

And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple. For which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first, and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it? Lest haply, after he hath laid the foundation, and is not able to finish it, all that behold it begin to mock him, Saying, This man began to build, and was not able to finish. Or what king, going to make war against another king, sitteth not down first, and consulteth whether he be able with ten thousand to meet him that cometh against him with twenty thousand? Or else, while the other is yet a great way off, he sendeth an ambassage, and desireth conditions of peace. So likewise, whosoever he be of you that forsaketh not all that he hath, he cannot be my disciple. Luke 14:27-33

 

I Gave My Life For Thee

Lyrics: Frances R. Havergal Music: Philip P. Bliss

I gave My life for thee, My precious blood I shed,
That thou might ransomed be, and raised up from the dead I gave,
I gave My life for thee, what hast thou given for Me? I
gave, I gave My life for thee, what hast thou given for Me?

My Father’s house of light, My glory circled throne
I left for earthly night, for wanderings sad and lone;
I left, I left it all for thee, hast thou left aught for Me?
I left, I left it all for thee, hast thou left aught for Me?

I suffered much for thee, more than thy tongue can tell,
Of bitterest agony, to rescue thee from hell.
I’ve borne, I’ve borne it all for thee, what hast thou borne for Me?
I’ve borne, I’ve borne it all for thee, what hast thou borne for Me?

And I have brought to thee, down from My home above,
Salvation full and free, My pardon and My love;
I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, what hast thou brought to Me?
I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, what hast thou brought to Me?

My Rest

My Rest

He’s my life, He’s my all;
Without Him I would fall.
Every day, every hour;
Jesus keeps me by His power.

Through the assurance of His Word.
I know all His promises are true.
By faith, I stand upon them,
And my God makes all things new.

Though my trials like raging storms blow,
Help to endure is always present from above.
Not a sigh nor a loss in my life here below.
Could ever dim the glory of my Saviour’s love.

Though clouds of sorrow seem to hide
His presence in the night,
There’s not a moment in my life
When His guiding hand is not in sight.

All for His glory He will perform,
What He has promised in me, to conform.
He who hath begun a good work in me,
Will perform it until my Saviour I shall see.

Then one day I will cross over,
When He opens that final door,
And He transforms this corruptible
To His perfect likeness forever more.

When I stand to give account,
“Will I come forth as gold?â€? will be my test,
No more will I fight this robe of flesh
As in my Saviour I take my rest.

And with the saints in glory,
I stand with Him for eternal days.
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My Great Redeemer’s praise!

Angela Trenholm
June 13, 2003

This poem, and others, are featured
in a poetry booklet put together
by Jerry Bouey.

The Seasons of Your Pilgrimage

What Does Christmas Mean to Me?

What Does Christmas Mean to Me?

Forts so grand and snow ball fights,
Plump little men made of snow.
Sledding down hills (oh what a sight),
With cold red faces all aglow.

Lights that sparkle on garlands of pine,
How they twinkle, how they shine!
And glimmering tinsel on the tree,
Hiding presents for you and for me.

Time spent with loved ones so dear,
Singing, gathered ’round the tree,
“Jingle Bells” and “Rudolph the Reindeer” –
Is this what Christmas means to me?

Nay, oh what wonder, Yea, what delight!
As I focus on Christmas love;
How Emmanuel, God with us,
Came down to earth from above.

Christmas is just the beginning,
A necessary part of His plan.
He sent the Saviour, The Lord and King,
To die for fallen man.

To die, but the story does not end there,
On that sorrowful hill called Mount Calvary.
Three days later, He arose! My sin’s paid for!
The gift of God – salvation – is full and free.

Jesus’ birth, His life, and yea, His death,
Whosoever will may come is His plea!
My soul’s redemption by His great sacrifice –
This is what Christmas means to me.

Angela Trenholm
December 4, 2002

A Mother’s Pay Check

A Mother’s Paycheck

When you get discouraged,
About all there is to do;
When chores just seem to pile up high,
And you want to cry “boo hoo!”
Pause a moment and consider,
Before that great big sigh;
Our reward is not of this earth,
Nor does it have wings to fly.

Should not we work all the harder,
Knowing ’tis not of silver, nor of gold,
But was planned for us by the Father,
In bygone days of old?
And one day when we enter,
Heaven’s pearly gates,
We’ll see our pay check was long in coming,
But will know ’twas worth the wait.

For what on this earth can compare,
To the words we long to hear;
Spoken from our Master’s lips
“Well done, well done, my dear!
You took what you were given,
And plodded and worked faithfully,
Well done:, A good and faithful servant,
Thou hast been to Me!”

Angela B. Trenholm on January 24th, 2001

Out of all your gifts ye shall offer every heave offering of the LORD,
of all the best thereof, even the hallowed part thereof out of it.

Numbers 18:29

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Our Best

Words: S. C. Kirk, circa 1912.
Music: Grant C. Tullar

Hear ye the Master’s call, “Give Me thy best!â€?
For, be it great or small, that is His test.
Do then the best you can, not for reward,
Not for the praise of men, but for the Lord.

Refrain

Every work for Jesus will be blest,
But He asks from everyone his best.
Our talents may be few, these may be small,
But unto Him is due our best, our all.

Wait not for men to laud, heed not their slight;
Winning the smile of God brings its delight!
Aiding the good and true ne’er goes unblest,
All that we think or do, be it the best.

Refrain

Night soon comes on apace, day hastens by;
Workman and work must face testing on high.
Oh, may we in that day find rest, sweet rest,
Which God has promised those who do their best.

Refrain