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May 20 He Understands
March 11 Come Quickly LordThis is a song by Margaret Becker. It is so poignant. I know we can all relate.
I stand before you, awed by your beauty, stilled by your power, moved by your glory. All I've been chasing disappears. Locked in this moment I can see clearly, mountains would crumble, darkness would shatter, if only I could be faithful to you. Come quickly Lord, reign over me, judge me with mercy and love, whatever may come, don't let me run…… come quickly Lord. I stand convicted, my thoughts are not holy, I struggle with evil, I still keep on falling, yet I long to be all that you are. Come quickly Lord, reign over me, judge me with mercy and love, whatever may come, don't let me run…… come quickly Lord. October 06 Our Christian Walk is Like.....My space has always been about things I have read, that I thought would encourage others. God has been giving me lots of analogies lately. I am writing them down and I have decided to start posting them. Here is my 1st one. Would love your comments. Thanks for stopping by.
Our Christian walk is like a road to me. The straight path (our walk with Christ) is the path that leads us to heaven. The straight path is a beautiful road. The weather is great, we are in our convertible with the top down, there is no traffic, no speed zones, no stress and we are just sailing down the road enjoying the most beautiful scenery God ever blessed us with. And we are content because we know where this road leads….we are not lost. But like life, this road has many detours (sin). At times, we think to ourselves, “I wonder where this exit will take me? Maybe I’m missing something, (temptation) maybe the scenery is better down this road?” So we get off the main road onto some side road thinking we might find some wonderful adventure. In reality, all we find is a wasteland. The terrain is dry, dusty, hot and rugged. We have to put the top up and there is nothing beautiful to look at. Before we know it we are lost. If we are smart, we will ask for directions (reading the bible) and we will eventually get back to the main road. We may have to take a lot of back roads (repentance, obedience, discipline, etc.) and it will cost us precious time, but we will make it. Once we our back on the main road, a load is lifted from our shoulders and we are at peace again, knowing that we are headed in the right direction. Then we realize, we are 4 days behind schedule and 75 miles up the road from where we took that last exit, and we wonder what kind of beauty we traded for the vast wasteland we just came from! The Lord will always get us back on the straight path if we let Him. Why not stay on course, make it easier on yourself and take in all the beautiful things the Lord wants to bless you with.
By Linda C. April 03 The Blood of JesusHello everyone!!! Wow, it has been months since I updated my site. I am presently living in England while my husband does a stint here. I live in the Northamtonshire very close to Clopton. It is beautiful here but it is not home and my precious GRANDSON is not here. As pretty and peaceful as it is here, it is not home! Have been here since mid dec and am returning to the states at the end of June. Since this is Easter week, I thought it only fitting to talk about the blood of Jesus and why he died and shed his blood for us. Charles Stanley wrote the following. I have attached it because he described it so perfectly! Jesus is the reason I live and I am so grateful to Him for His sacrafice that saved my soul.
The Necessity of Christ’s Blood – Romans 5:8-11
For someone unfamiliar with the Church, all of our talk about the blood of Christ might seem disturbing. But, apart from His blood, there is no Christianity. As Hebrews 9:22 says, “…without shedding of blood there is no forgiveness.” God mandated that redemption was available only if our sin was transferred to a perfect substitute. In the Old Testament, an Israelite would lay hands on the head of an unblemished lamb and confess. Then, he presented the animal to a priest for sacrifice. Today, believers are redeemed through forgiveness. But our sacrifice is a sinless Savior who willingly took our guilt and penalty upon Himself. Every person who accepts Jesus’ death as substitutionary and receives Him as Savior is declared no longer guilty of sin. God condemned the sinful soul to death. But, when He looks upon Jesus’ sacrifice and sees the paid penalty, He declares us righteous. Christ’s shed blood lets us enter God’s presence. We experience unity with Him in prayer, knowing He listens when we speak. The harmony between God and mankind was interrupted in Eden. But it is restored in each new believer. Through Christ’s blood, believers are forgiven, justified, and reconciled. These words actually describe a simple process. When we accept that a blameless Jesus died to pay our sin penalty, we enter an eternal relationship with God. John 3:16 says Jesus’ sacrifice applies to “whoever believes.” This includes you, if you will just believe. October 24 He is GodPraise be to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ......He is the reason I live. I challenge you to read this and NOT be touched by all He is and all He has done for us. Jesus, get to know Him......He's coming back soon.
~He Is God~ He is the First and Last, The Beginning and the End! He is the keeper of Creation and the Creator of all! He is the Architect of the universe and the Manager of all times. He always was, He always is, and He always will be ... unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated, and never Undone! He was bruised and brought healing! He was pierced and eased pain! He was persecuted and brought freedom! He was dead and brought life! He is risen and brings power! He reigns and brings Peace! The world can't understand him, The armies can't defeat Him, The schools can't explain Him, and The leaders can't ignore Him. Herod couldn't kill Him, The Pharisees couldn't confuse Him, and The people couldn't hold Him! Nero couldn't crush Him, Hitler couldn't silence Him, The New Age can't replace Him, and "Oprah" can't explain Him away! He is light, love, longevity, and Lord. He is goodness, Kindness, Gentleness, and God. He is Holy, Righteous, mighty, powerful, and pure. His ways are right, His word is eternal, His will is unchanging, and His mind is on me. He is my Savior, He is my guide, and He is my peace! He is my Joy, He is my comfort, He is my Lord, and He rules my life! I serve Him because His bond is love, His burden is light, and His goal for me is abundant life. I follow Him because He is the wisdom of the wise, the power of the powerful, the ancient of days, the ruler of rulers, the leader of leaders, the overseer of the overcomers, and is to come. And if that seems impressive to you, try this for size. His goal is a relationship with ME! He will never leave me, never forsake me, never mislead me, never forget me, never overlook me and never cancel my appointment in His appointment book! When I fall, He lifts me up! When I fail, He forgives! When I am weak, He is strong! When I am lost, He is the way! When I am afraid, He is my courage! When I stumble, He steadies me! When I am hurt, He heals me! When I am broken, He mends me! When I am blind, He leads me! When I am hungry, He feeds me! When I face trials, He is with me! When I face persecution, He shields me! When I face problems, He comforts me! When I face loss, He provides for me! When I face Death, He carries me Home! He is everything for everybody everywhere, every time, and every way. He is God, He is faithful. I am His, and He is mine! My Father in heaven can whip the father of this world. So, if you're wondering why I feel so secure, understand this... He said it and that settles it. God is in control, I am on His side, and that means all is well with my soul. Everyday is a blessing for GOD Is! September 03 A Love Letter to You!If you ever wondered how and why the Lord loves us, read the following love letter written just for YOU. The best part is we don't have to earn his love. We need to stop beating ourselves up and just accept that He loves us, warts and all!! The bible (God's word) is actually one big love letter to us all. Read it and fall in love with Him! Jesus.....get to know Him.......He's coming back soon.
Beloved,
Please accept this extravagant gift of life that I'm offering you (Romans 5:17-21). Come in Me and you will find that I am gentle and humble (Matthew 11:29). I am merciful, slow to anger, and full of grace (Psalm 145:8). My heart beats wildly everytime you look My direction (Solomon 4:9). Follow Me and I will give you the desires of your heart (Plalm 37:4) because I am passionately in love with you (Psalm 45:11).
Nothing, absolutely nothing can change My love for you (Romans 8:38-39). Trust in Me and I will help you (Romans 10:11). I'll welcome you with open arms (Mark 10:16), and I will meet all of your needs (Philippians 4:19). I will love you all day and sing songs to you at night (Psalm 42:8). You mean the world to Me, and My love for you knows no limits (John 3:16).
Let Me live in your heart and I'll breathe new life into you (Romans 8:11). Just invite Me in and all of heaven will celebrate (Luke 15:7). I'll be with you every day of your life (Matthew 28:20) and fill you with hope (Romans 15:13). I gave up what I loved most to win your love (Romans 8:32) and I've waited an eternity for you (Ephesians 1:11). If you believe Me, I will save you (Romans 1:16). I will come to you riding on a white horse (Revelation 19:11) and I will be your champion (Jeremiah 20:11).
I am Jesus, the Lover of your soul.
(Prepared by Cindy at Bethlehem Farms Ministries) September 02 ListenBeth Moore is one of my favorite speakers. She is a powerful woman of God and this has to be my favorite story by her. Get your kleenex ready!! It makes you wonder.......how many times has the Holy Spirit asked us to do something and we don't do it because we refuse to listen or we don't know how to hear Him because we just don't know Him at all. On the flip side, when we do hear His voice and do what He asks us to do, the reward is amazing! Jesus.....get to know Him, He's coming back soon!
Waiting to board the plane, I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say that because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you. You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise. Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least of which is your ego. I tried to keep from staring, but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones. The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy gray hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long, clean but strangely out of place on an old man. I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered that he was dead. So this man in the airport...an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere? There I sat, trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served on a wheelchair only a few seats from me. All the while my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him. Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man. I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be embarrassing. I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. "Oh, no, God, please, no." I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, "Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!" There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, "Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane." Then I heard it... "I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair." The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No-brainer. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, "God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm you're girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am on him. I am going to witness to this man." Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. "That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair." I looked up at God and quipped, "I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane. How am I supposed to brush his hair without a hairbrush?" God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: "I will thoroughly furnish you unto all good works." (2 Timothy 3:17) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt down in front of the man and asked as demurely as possible, "Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?" He looked back at me and said, "What did you say?" "May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?" To which he responded in volume ten, "Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that." At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, "SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?" At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Longlocks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, "If you really want to." Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, "Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush." "I have one in my bag," he responded. I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on, hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but I must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull. A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair. Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange, but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I - for that few minutes - felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while. The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's. His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's. I slipped the brush back in the bag, went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knees, and said, "Sir, do you know my Jesus?" He said, "Yes, I do." Well, that figures, I thought. He explained, "I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior." He said, "You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself, what a mess I must be for my bride." Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it. Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft. I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, "That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that? What made you do that?" I said, "Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!" And we got to share. I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted because you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on, but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need! I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way... all because I didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me. John 1:14 "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth." Life shouldn't be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather, to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly shouting, "Wow! What a ride! Thank You, Lord!" July 19 I cannotWow! I can't believe I haven't added to my blog since May! I have been very busy. My husband is out of the country until the end of September and I just got back from a trip to Italy with him. Wonderful trip, beautiful country! I will be adding some picture in the near future. A good e-mail pal sent this to me and I just had to share it. This has to be one of the most wonderful interpretations of the Lord's prayer I have ever read! Hope you will meditate on it and really try to do what it says. If we claim to be christians but don't show it.....what are we teaching everyone we come in contact with? If you love Him, you will show it in all your actions. Jesus.....get to know Him, He's coming back soon! In his love.
I cannot pray Our, if my faith has no room for others and their need. I cannot pray Father, if I do not demonstrate this relationship to God in my daily living. I cannot pray who art in Heaven, if all my interests and pursuits are in earthly things. I cannot pray hallowed be thy name, if I am not striving, with God's help, to be holy. I cannot pray thy kingdom come, if I am unwilling to accept God's rule in my life. I cannot pray thy will be done, if I am unwilling or resentful of having it in my life I cannot pray in earth as it is in Heaven, unless I am truly ready to give myself to God's service here and now. I cannot pray give us this day our daily bread, without expending honest effort for it, or if I would withhold from my neighbors the bread that I receive. I cannot pray and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us, if I continue to harbor a grudge against anyone. I cannot pray and lead us not into temptation, if I deliberately choose to remain in a situation where I am likely to be tempted. I cannot pray but deliver us from evil, if I am not prepared to fight evil with my life and prayer. I cannot pray for thine is the Kingdom, if I am unwilling to obey the King. I cannot pray and the power and the glory, if I am seeking power for myself and my own glory first. I cannot pray forever and ever, if I am too anxious about each day's affairs. I cannot pray Amen, unless I honestly say, "Cost what it may, this is my prayer." Matthew 6:9-13 Anonymous 1989 May 02 He is MercifulHello all! Haven't posted in a while, I've been so busy but the Lord has put on my heart this scripture. So for anyone who thinks that God could never forgive them for all the things they have done.......take joy in this scripture but also know that we will be held accountable for everything we have ever done and that is why we need Jesus.
Jesus....get to know Him......He's coming back soon!
Exodus 34: 6-7 He passed in front of Moses and said, "I am the Lord, I am the Lord, the merciful and gracious God. I am slow to anger and rich in unfailing love and faithfulness. I show this unfailing love to many thousands by forgiving every kind of sin and rebellion. Even so I do not leave sin unpunished.
Also, for anyone who says, I've tried, it just doesn't happen for me, I would offer the following scripture
Jeremiah 29:13
You WILL find me
when you search for me
with ALL your heart. April 07 Why my Son?I hate war. I hate that our soldiers are dying. But for as long as this world has been in existence, there have and always will be wars. Cindy Sheehan has caused a huge uproar asking President Bush..."Why did my son have to die?" Well, I would ask Cindy Sheehan what makes her more special than any other mother who has lost a son in war? I am so proud of our soldiers who put their lives on the line to keep our county free. So my real question is where would our country be without Cindy Sheehan's son and all the other brave soldiers who have fought to keep us free? If we just sat back and said, lets just take care or our own, I don't think we would be the most powerful country in the world. I really like the following poem because it really puts things in perspective. What it really comes down to is the greatest sacrifice of all.
Cindy Sheehan asked President Bush,
"Why did my son have to die in Iraq?" Another mother asked President Kennedy, "Why did my son have to die in Viet Nam?" Another mother asked President Truman, "Why did my son have to die in Korea? Another mother asked President F.D. Roosevelt, "Why did my son have to die at Iwo Jima?" Another mother asked President W. Wilson, "Why did my son have to die on the battlefield of France?" Yet another mother asked President Lincoln, "Why did my son have to die at Gettysburg?" And yet another mother asked President G. Washington, "Why did my son have to die near Valley Forge?" Then long, long ago, a mother asked... "Heavenly Father, why did my Son have to die on a cross outside of Jerusalem?" The answers to all these are similar -- "that others may have life and dwell in peace, happiness and freedom." April 04 HEROSThis is dedicated to all our brave and dedicated servicemen. You are our HEROS! I sat in my seat of the Boeing 767 waiting for everyone to hurry and stow their carry-ons and grab a seat so we could start what I was sure to be a long, uneventful flight home. With the huge capacity and slow moving people taking their time to stuff luggage far too big for the overhead and never paying much attention to holding up the growing line behind them, I simply shook my head knowing that this flight was not starting out very well. I was anxious to get home to see my loved ones so I was focused on my issues and just felt like standing up and yelling for some of these clowns to get their act together. I knew I couldn't say a word so I just thumbed thru the "Sky Mall" magazine from the seat pocket in front of me. You know it's really getting rough when you resort to the over priced, useless sky mall crap to break the monotony. With everyone finally seated, we just sat there with the cabin door open and no one in any hurry to get us going although we were well past the scheduled take off time. No wonder the airline industry is in trouble I told myself. Just then, the attendant came on the intercom to inform us all that we were being delayed. The entire plane let out a collective groan. She resumed speaking to say "We are holding the aircraft for some very special people who are on their way to the plane and the delay shouldn't be more than 5 minutes. The word came after waiting six times as long as we were promised that I was finally going to be on my way home. Why the hoopla over "these" folks? I was expecting some celebrity or sport figure to be the reason for the hold up .. Just get their butts in a seat and let's hit the gas I thought. The attendant came back on the speaker to announce in a loud and excited voice that we were being joined by several U.S. Marines returning home from Iraq !!! Just as they walked on board, the entire plane erupted into applause. The men were a bit taken by surprise by the 340 people cheering for them as they searched for their seats. They were having their hands shook and touched by almost everyone who was within an arm's distance of them as they passed down the aisle. One elderly woman kissed the hand of one of the Marines as he passed by her. The applause, whistles and cheering didn't stop for a long time. When we were finally airborne, I was not the only civilian checking his conscience as to the delays in "me" getting home, finding my easy chair, a cold beverage and the remote in my hand These men had done for all of us and I had been complaining silently about "me" and "my" issues I took for granted the everyday freedoms I enjoy and the conveniences of the American way of life. I took for granted that others had paid the price for my ability to moan and complain about a few minutes delay to "me" while those Heroes were going home to their loved ones. I attempted to get my selfish outlook back in order and minutes before we landed, I suggested to the attendant that she announce over the speaker a request for everyone to remain in their seats until our heroes were allowed to gather their things and be first off the plane. The cheers and applause continued until the last Marine stepped off and we all rose to go about our too often taken for granted everyday freedoms I felt proud of them. I felt it an honor and a privilege to be among the first to welcome them home and say "Thank You for a job well done" I vowed that I will never forget that flight nor the lesson learned. I can't say it enough, THANK YOU to those Veterans and active servicemen and women who may read this and a prayer for those who cannot because they are no longer with us. GOD BLESSAMERICA! WELCOME HOME! AND THANKS FOR A JOB WELL DONE!!!!! This is a ribbon for soldiers fighting in Iraq. Pass it on to everyone and pray. Linda  | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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