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Please acknowledge His gift by sharing with us, with a hearts desire to glorify HIM. If you know of another's God given talents, please acknowledge them in some way.
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| October 18, 2007 |
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~ Upon seeing a statue of a naked woman described in the end of the short story below, at an Art Museum in the mid 90's, I was moved by her demeanor. The tear which teetered on the rim of her left eye, told me she had a story she wanted to tell.... immediately I sensed her story brewing deep within. When I got home, the following story seemed to write itself. I soon realized... the story which unfolded before me... was similar to an experience of faith I had a few years earlier. An answer to a prayer... I hoped to see the raising of the dead someday... the reality was nothing like I imagined. Although the time, place and names are fictional... the actual birth experience which is described in part below is true... as experienced and remembered from my own perspective. My role in the story is that of Nettie Mae. ~
No Ordinary Miracle
Nettie Mae tossed her handmade shawl over the small ram horn, she used as a hook in her mud room. Stripping down completely before entering the kitchen she tossed her blood stained garments in the basin to soak. This was her routine since becoming an assistant to Laura, a midwife.
Unaffected by the coldness of the early hour she put wood in the cook stove and drew water from the kitchen pump, to warm for her bath. After making a pot of coffee she pulled her favorite stool closer to the warmth of the fire and sat waiting in the solitude, completely exhausted. Vivid memories of a crisis earlier that day flashed before her....
"Thirty six hours is a long time to be in labor isn't it?" whispered Logan Howard, almost choking on his words. "You've got to do something; my wife can't take much more!"
The room was silent except for Rosalie's moaning. A sense of powerlessness enveloped everyone as she lay there exhausted, unable to work with her contractions any longer.
Laura turned to Nettie Mae, "She's too weak. I want you to get behind Rosalie on the bed and hold her against you. You’re going to have to be her strength."
Nettie Mae moved into position placing Rosalie between her legs, her hands firmly on Rosalie's stomach, enabling her to feel the contractions. Bringing her own body in sync with Rosalie's she whispered, "Rosie, breath with me. Relax and let your body become one with mine. We'll get through this together."
Rosalie struggling to cooperate, moaned, "Can't go on... too tired."
Nettie Mae thought of the foul weather outside as she heard Laura's cool insistence, "Work with her Rosalie."
Rosalie made a feeble attempt, for the sake of her baby. After a few more contractions, she was able to draw energy from Nettie Mae as the two women worked together as one.
Laura was relieved "Good girl Rosalie, you're doing fine."
Laura continued to sooth her, wiping her sweaty brow, speaking more for the sake of Logan than his wife.
It was not customary for Laura to allow men to be a part of the birthing process, even so Logan refused to leave. He knew his presence brought his wife peace.
Laura was glad she had relented this time. In all her years as a midwife, she never remembered seeing a man so helpless, being so brave. It was inspiring to watch and she knew, it is what kept Rosalie from giving up. She saw his courage as her lifeline to God.
"Help her to lean back Nettie," directed Laura as she examined the woman more closely with the lantern.
Struggling to repress a look of horror on her face once she saw the dangling umbilical cord ... Laura's voice could not hide her intense fear, "We need to get her into a crouching position Nettie. We've got to get this baby out now. We have a prolapsed cord!"
Death was inevitable. Friends praying silent heartfelt prayers in the back of the room pressed in more intently daring to believe God for a miracle.
With an unnatural strength, Nettie Mae flipped the heavy woman over as if she were a lifeless rag doll. She positioned Rosalie so her arms were draping over her shoulders enabling her to squat. Nettie Mae felt another contraction as their stomachs met.
Swiftly, Laura's hands were inside pulling the baby out. Rosalie slumped forward in relief... unaware of the present crisis. She moaned in anticipation begging for the removal of the placenta, as her contractions continued. After 5 daughters... they hoped for a son.
The baby was gray, his body drained of color. He was limp… there was no evidence of life. It was explained later, that as the baby came down the birth canal, it had swallowed embryonic fluid and his head had pressed against the dangling umbilical cord while passing through, cutting off his oxygen supply.
A resolve to fight for the life of this little one, defying logic overcame Nettie Mae. It was as if she too had carried this baby. With words she'll always remember, she heard herself urging the parents to speak to the spirit of their child and to call him back from the realm of death.
"Speak to the spirit of your son! Call him by name, tell him you love him. Tell him how long you have waited for a son. Tell him how much you want him to live." she persevered.
With one final plea, Rosalie unconscious of the battle with death around her, finally collapsed in complete exhaustion.
No one seemed to hear her, so Nettie Mae commanded, "Speak to your baby, urge him to choose life."
Speaking from a place of bewilderment, Logan reacted, "Good baby, sweet baby, nice baby, don't die baby!" He took his long awaited sons' tiny hands. His words caught his wife's attention.
An unexplainable peace had come over Nettie Mae, which energized everyone as she continued urging with great faith. It was as if God was challenging each of them through her, "Don't let death have this little one... only believe."
"Julian..." Rosalie's voice broke through, bringing with it the love she and Logan shared for their lifeless child, "our precious son."
She spoke with an unwavering calm, which soothed the atmosphere. Upon hearing his Mother’s voice, their son responded by vomiting out the fluid he had swallowed. Without delay, Laura cleared Julian's throat and nose and began to gently breathe into his mouth as if she were breathing in the very breath of God. Gradually Julian started breathing on his own. Although he quietly whimpered for hours, he was going to be fine.
Nettie Mae was brought back to the present by the echo of a whistling train rushing through the hills beyond her sheep pasture. The savory aroma of coffee was calling her, but she did not move. She longed to scrub every inch of her weary body, but something kept her seated, staring unfocused.
She was overcome with gratitude for the gift of life she had witnessed once again. This was a sacred moment and she started to sing a song of thankfulness and adoration to her God, as was her habit, but she soon discovered, today mere words would never be enough. They were replaced by a tear which teetered on the rim of her eye, as she understood today they had observed no ordinary miracle.
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Aaron David (Julian's real name) has grown into a healthy, intelligent Christian ... who is being given fresh ideas in the computer field.... and plans to begin his own Company. Hope to put his link on this blog someday.
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| January 03, 2008 |
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~ The following short, short story came forth upon awaking from a nap... during the early 90's. During that season of my spiritual journey of faith... I was going through a great pruning in my own life... (some would refer to as a Job experience or dark night of our soul and spiritual senses, I understood the Spirit of the Lord had called me aside to be trained and harnessed of Him... see Prophecy "Harness of the Lord" under the Prophecy Blog). Father had asked me to come aside with HIM alone and surrender my will completely to that which was soon to come... expressed through a series of visions I had received in 1988-1989. The following words which came forth brought me great comfort and understanding... encouraging me to continue with a greater measure of peace and faith having been awakened deep within. Since I had little gardening knowledge at the time and have no such person in my life, I recognized one of the many ways God's Spirit speaks to me is through the inspired writing which were now beginning to come through me. As these writings have continued... those who know me intimately marvel... I have been told... my ability to communicate was the weakest part of me. ~
Grampus Grampus is the wisest man I know. I have always believed this about him...and as he has grown with age... my own eagerness to sit with him and listen has grown as well.
One of the ways he makes conversation so interesting is his knack of comparing life to experiences we can see and identify with through stories. He sincerely believes our outward life reflects our inner life and if we pay close attention... we can hear the voice of God gently speaking to us. Grampus's passion is to point out the symbolic significance of just about everything that happens, and I find this way of being to be absolutely fascinating. Grampus calls it the way of the Spirit. I remember an occasion when I was a young adult and I was becoming bitter because I was coming to the conclusion life just wasn't fair, and I was angry about it. It seemed as though the bitterness found its outlet by manifesting itself with persistent heartburn, which rose up and burned my throat.
Grampus would become unusually restrained when I would complain... and such mannerisms told me a story was brooding deep within... waiting for its moment of birth. I too waited with anticipation.
One afternoon while I was complaining once again... Grampus began leading me on a walk... towards his small vineyard.
"You know those grapevines of mine," he began. Grampus didn't wait for an answer... he knew I respected him and he would have a captive audience. One of the reasons he can capture my attention so thoroughly, is because he never initiates conversations unless he believes he has something worth saying. Most of the time he's the one listening and he goes unnoticed by those who do not seek him out.
On that day he said... "You know those grapevines of mine? They've given me a lot of fruit over the years.... know why? Because the one aim of their existence is to produce fruit. We could all learn a lot from nature if we were more aware of the lessons they live out right in front of our eyes. If we were attentive we'd be more teachable, but most folks aren't even awake or they refuse to let anyone else turn on the light for them, simply because they want to learn their own way... or flat out don't like to learn.... because they enjoy the darkness, having gotten use to it."
I remember sensing he was silently pleading with me to try to understand on a deeper level still... so I listened more intently... having learned from experience there was always something to be gained by one of our conversations.
"Yet to bear fruit, my vines had to go under severe pruning and training." Already knowing how he thinks metaphorically, I was sure he wasn't just referring to his grapes, so I settled back on a nearby rustic bench to take in all he was going to say.
"You know," he grinned, as he saw my attentiveness, "if I hadn't done my job as the vine dresser, well.... they wouldn't have been so fruitful."
I can see him now, pausing as if in deep thought. By then I had grown to know this was his way of getting me to think about what he might really be saying to my inner me, the most important part of me, he was fond of saying. He had consciously brought me to the place where I was expected to ask a question, if I had one, so he could make sure I was following his train of thought and really thinking about what he was saying. If I was losing him, he'd gently bring me back without the slightest bit of embarrassment, before he would continue.
Although our silent moments together were ones of deep pleasure, I eagerly listened when after a few minutes he said, "I'm sure you remember the story about the year I had to leave our farm for a while to take care of my brother Bill's family. Their crisis took precedence over everything, and someone else had to tend my young vines for me that season. I understand now, in hindsight, how it was necessary for that to happen. Even though it was hard on your Grammy and I and all concerned, a lot of good came out of Bill's misfortune." he said, wiping his eye glasses clean before continuing... pausing once more that I might be given the chance to reflect.
"It never ceases to amaze me how we are all so interconnected." he said in a quiet tone, almost as an afterthought.... I knew by now... this was his way of planting a seed for another crop of wisdom, he so freely offered those who desired a future harvest.
I was wondering what he understood that I had yet to experience when I heard him say, "One lesson I was to learn was what can happen when my vines are not tended properly. See, if you don't tend to each branch, their own self directed energies will drain them of the energy they would have used otherwise to produce fruit."
He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on mine, "I needed to severely prune back my vines, much more than I was doing and Bill's family crisis... it turned out, would be the perfect circumstance to teach me that lesson. Grams was keeping me abreast as to what was happening while I was with them and I was positive I'd lost my vines the way she described the severity of pruning that was taking place while I was busy elsewhere. Events were forcing me to let go of my control over my vines and to trust someone with more experience... and I didn't like it one bit." he winked at me giving me a look only we understood, as he stopped talking to tend one of his vines as if they were one of his children who had just called for him. I waited eagerly for him to continue.
"I'll never forget the day Grams told me He's pinching off all the fruit on each branch, but one cluster. One cluster!" he emphasized. Again he stopped and waited for me to think, and respond as he continued to fuss over his much loved plants.
"You mean," I remember asking, "he picked off bunch after bunch of unformed grapes and wasted them?"
Grampus rewarded me with that wonderful smile and laugh of his and said, "That's exactly what I thought. Yet, when I got back, I found I had a larger weight of even sweeter grapes in that one bunch, than I would have had in all those little bunches, had he left them on. You see child..."
I knew he'd finally gotten to where he had been taking me. Now I was going to hear and understand the wisdom he was attempting to impart in to my life... through his story... founded on his belief that nothing happens by accident.
Grampus is absolutely sure there is a loving power that controls all circumstances for our benefit and this is the perspective he experiences life through. Once again, I waited patiently for him to continue while he took off his eyeglasses and wiped the sweat off his brow.... a smile of satisfaction gleaming through his gentle eyes.
"While I was with Bill's family," he finally continued, "I realized we were each being trained and pruned by the hand of God Himself.... I could see.... if we would just yield to the circumstances we found ourselves having, what might be painful at the time would be fruitful later on. I understood deep within, each of us were like branches that had been allowed to grow, but it was obvious we were in sore need of tending after having already borne fruit in the past... and we were being prepared for a new season in our lives by the circumstance which was happening to us. It occurred to me we were fighting growth.... we were fighting change. When anything threatened us, we'd complain. None of us could see how anything good could come out of this crisis. Our clusters were being pinched and we were responding with depression and anger at times and bitterness was attempting to take root deep within. I'm positive, if anyone took a bite of the fruit of our lives at that moment, they'd taste nothing but a mess of bitter grapes. I for one hate sour grapes... How about you darling?"
In hindsight, I recognize the spirit of my mind was filled with inexperience and vain imaginations... especially compared to the years of wisdom Grampus had absorbed.... yet, I knew, even then, there was far more to what He was saying than I was able to comprehend.... or even begin to understand deep within... as the taste of bitterness in my throat that had earlier consumed me began to disappear, never to return.
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| January 06, 2008 |
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When I was first born of the Spirit in 1978... I was given this poem... I took it to heart and learned to trust in HIS unfolding plan... it has proven itself to be true... Enjoy!
My Little White Rose Bud Written by Harry Lonergan on his 90th birthday It is only a tiny Rose bud, a flower of God's design. But I cannot unfold the petals with these clumsy hands of mine. The secret of unfolding flowers is not known to such as I. The flowers God opens so sweetly, in my hands would fade and die. If I cannot unfold a Rose bud, this flower of Gods design. Then how do I think I have wisdom, to unfold this life of mine? So, I will trust Him for His leading, each moment of everyday and I'll look to Him for His guidance, each step of the pilgrim way. For the pathway that lies before me, my Heavenly Father knows. I'll trust Him to unfold the moments, just as He unfolds the Rose...
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| February 13, 2008 |
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Hello everyone,
i just wanted to share a victory I had today. i have been going through a very fiery time lately and it seemed like my prayers were not even hitting the ceiling! I had been sharing a lot of things with my loooong time friend Brenda Ward @ Holyspiritwithin and as always she would encourage-me. The past few days seemed to be the hardest. the oppression was coming at me in waves it seemed. I'd pray and it seemed like nothing was happening. i was fretting and getting confused and didn't know if God was even listening to me. each day the oppression got worse and in times like that I always sing or put on some my heavy duty praise music to combat it but it seemed like nothing was working. i just cried out to the Lord for help. what was going on? was i losing it? were you even there Lord? Then Friday I went to my storage unit to organize it and i came across an old CD called Into His Presence which I hadn't played in years. the day went by and that night the oppression came even stronger and I put more of my music on and played it throughout the night but couldn't seem to get through. Saturday morning i felt the Lord say to put on the CD I got out of storage. By the time I got to the 3rd song I felt the oppression start to lift. I had some landscaping to do that day at some-one's house so i let the music play in my car while i was out in the yard and oh what a difference!
When i finished working in the yard I headed toward the spa to soak in the hot-tub but as i was driving and listening to the music i just pulled into a parking lot for about an hour and soaked in the music and the presence of the Lord. so many tears fell and so much oppression, depression what have you left me. later that evening i got a call from Brenda and I told her the good news of what had happened and as soon as I got off the phone a poem started coming to my mind which i immediately started writing down and I'd like to share with everyone. Be blessed !
The Wave by Randy Baltimore 2-9-10 There’s a wave of desperation sweeping throughout our land
But be of good cheer for it is part of the Master’s plan.
He wants all to be free from the things that bind us
And to leave the cares and worries behind us.
Remember when the Twin Towers came tumbling down?Remember the Tsunami destroying all that was around?With these things God is trying to get our attention
That we need to praying for His intervention.
There’s a wave of desperation sweeping throughout our land.
There’s a wave of exasperation falling upon man.
The weight of the world is burdening him down
Oppression and heaviness is beating him down to the ground.
No where to run, no where to hide
But into God’s bosom to rest safely inside.
Wake up Body of Christ and heed the call!
Don’t just sit back and watch the world around you fall!
We have the answer they so desperately need
So be like the wise farmer and start planting the seed.
Listen to their cries and don’t hesitate.
Reach out to them with the Love of God and demonstrate.
There’s a wave of desperation sweeping throughout our land.
There’s a wave of exasperation falling upon man.
Fear not for the wheat and the chaff are being fanned.
And remember this is all part of the Master’s plan |
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| March 09, 2008 |
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Sis Arlene has a gift of writing in rhyme... for those interested here is her on going link: http://christianplanet.com/user/lovedbyone/blogs
Here is what she has there currently 3/9/08 Thoughts in Rhyme:
will be adding to this from time to time..keeping them on the same blog.
OFF THE FENCE
I gave up obsession
starving for perfection
from gray I took flight
I ran to the light
gave up all others
to Jesus I hover
I got off the fence
the only way that made sense
I'm going to be good, someday I'll be perfect
because my life in God has a purpose
never to bad again will I stray
nor give back the gift of sin repayed
there is no inbetween
theres only right or wrong
either give into satan or in Jesus be strong
if you sit in the middle you haven't made a choice
I opened my heart to hear Gods voice
WHERE DOES YOUR TREASURE LIE?
I ask for money to fix my floors
my prayers have seemed to be ignored
I ask for money to fix my truck
seems to me I'm out of luck
my sister has gotten plastic suegery again
you don't provide money for me to spend
my sister has a huge wide TV screen
"DON'T FOCUS YOUR LIFE ON WORLDLY THINGS"
but God my house and body are not perfect
"BETTER FOR YOU TO BE ONE OF THE ELECT"
with every prayer I try to prove...
"ARE NOT MY PROVISIONS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?"
I start to realize all the blessings I have
my life really is'nt that bad
so I stop focusing on worldly things
it only matters what God really thinks
I start to see what He truly provides
something starts stiring and changing inside
I start to notice all His beautiful creations
and realize I'm only here for a duration
money and things I do not need
thank You God for making me see
what I need is purity and truth
what I need is only you
EVERLASTING LOVE
Everlasting love
only comes from God above
He's the only one who forgives
He is the reason why I live
He's always honest and never lies
He's the only one who hears me cry
He's the only one who reaches out
He loves me deeply without a doubt
He gave his Son to die for me
tortured and mocked for the world to see
He let Him suffer He let Him bleed
to save a worthless soul like me
I forget Him and I turn my back
consistancy is what my soul it lacks
He pulls me back and makes me see
that He will never ever stop loving me
take me home don't leave us apart
I love You Lord with all my heart
A ROSE
I am a rose that my God has sowed
planted firmly in the ground with love bestowed
He thinks I'm beautiful and gave me a home
for awhile on this earth I have to roam
He gave me thorns as fragil as I am
two nails He took in the Palms of His hands
He is the living water that I need
self sacraficing and thoughtfull He always sees
when my faith slowly starts dying
when my soul silently starts crying
I'll never wilt, because inside me He stays
with loving care my sins washed away
unconditional love is what its about
He'll hold me close never casting me out
FATE
Everthing happens for a reason
whether good or bad
they can leave you feeling devastated
isolated, alone, and sad
but there is a higher purpose
you have to understand
for everything there is a reason
and God has you by the hand
He will never let go of you
no matter how life gets dim
so please don't be a fool
don't turn your back on Him
if you do life will only get harder
and the less you'll understand
the more alone your going to be
not being inside Gods hands
DRAW NEAR
When satan creeps into your head
all the thoughts that you dread
overwhelm you and grow even stronger
making your days drudge on much longer
all hope fades away
your soul starts to decay
you fill up with hate and anger
making God become a stranger
now nothing makes any sense
it leaves you empty and tense
you start to wish you were dead...
GET sATAN OUT OF YOUR HEAD!
push bad thoughts out of your mind
rebuke satan every time
cry out to Jesus and say..
"Lord help me find my way"
slowly your mind will clear
as you keep Jesus near
your heart will start to soften
when you think on Jesus often
your soul will start to grow
wisdom you'll slowly know
draw God to you close
pray for The Holy Ghost
satan will surely flee
leaving your mind finally at peace
LET GO
feelings undaunted
I'm no longer haunted
freed from the past
through Christ I will last
promises spoken
by He Who was broken
clinging to faith
my sins erased
time will fade
to heaven escape
clinging to Him
my dreams begin
with His truth and honesty
I have a destiny
judgment stolen
Holiness unfolden
from beginning to end
a life long friend
lies are lost
He paid the cost
He dealt with betrayal
surpassed my struggles
gave me safety and hope
now I can cope
gave up control
To Jesus I let go
IN GODS HANDS
everything happens for a reason
whether they're good or they're bad
they can leave you feeling devastated
feeling isolated, alone, and sad
but there is a higher purpose
you have to understand
for everything there is a reason
and God has you by his hand
He will never let go of you
no matter how life gets dim
so please don't be a fool
don't turn your back on Him
If you do life will only get harder
and the less you'll understand
the more alone your going to be
not being inside Gods hands
GIVING UP THE LIES
To Jesus Christ I gave all my pain
He carries me - The Lamb that was slain
drugs and alcohol numbed my brain
gave satan a strong foothold to gain
sex and men were another lie
for satan to trick and get inside
the lies in my mind that he bores
tells me I'm nothing my sins he keeps score
but Jesus came in and made him flee
laid down His life my soul is free
His work in me is not quite done
forever to Him I will run
His love for me will never grow cold
He knows my secrets my sins I have told
trials I will face until He is done
I'll never give up, to Him I will run.
CHRISTIAN
I turned over a new leaf
thank You God, what a relief
I gave in to Jesus Christ
now things are starting to look right
I let go of my life and gave it away
replaced it with Jesus in my heart He'll stay
He's slowly cleansing me of everything bad
now I go through life not so sad
I realize suicide would be the ultimate sin
to throw back the gift that God has given
I am down on this earth for a reason
trials will come just as every season
my troubles are here to teach me things
while in the midths I learn to cling
to God and my best friend Jesus Christ
I hold onto faith with all my might
I must learn how to trust and always forgive
I must love everyone to truly live
home to heaven I'll soon be called
where all of life's mysteries will soon be solved
ESCAPE
I no longer run &nb sp; ( sorry the sh*t reference)
no longer hide ; &n bsp; ; (dealing with incest)
I finally escaped the pain inside &nb sp; (its the only accurate)
To Jesus I escaped &n bsp; ; &n bsp; (word that fits)
He gave me hope
He gave me peace so I could cope
with all the sh*t
with all the lies
with all that's haunting my soul inside
I got away
I made it right
God gave me the strength to care and fight
DEPPRESION
you spill your guts
they charge you a fee
they give you drugs they say you need
they say it will work just give it time
as long as you pay their hefty fine
like magic your cured!...when the insurance runs out
then they find you in church with your heart poured out
....only then do you find a cure
LIFE
I'm over my head
I'm drowning in debt
paying the bills
with overdue rent
I work my tail off
and for what
never getting ahead
in the same ole rut
I have nothing to show
no one cares
no goal in sight
just the burden to bare
of paying the bills
drowning in debt
getting over my head
with over due rent
...but this life is but a vapor
I have Jesus to share
I know that He cares
He will take my yoke
In Him there's hope
I'm an outcast by choice
I choose ways that are above my comprehending
I choose paths I will soon be understanding
I choose to be a foreigner on this earth
I choose to die; through Jesus a new birth
I choose to turn from the world and from sin
I choose to fight my desires within
I choose life that lasts more than a vapor
I choose a perfect love that lasts forever
I choose God
I choose Christ
fight the enemy with all my might
I choose love
I choose peace
from my pain will come releif
He gave me a gift of free will
And I choose to always love Him still
I choose the truth
I choose the light
He is so beautiful in my sight
I choose rejection
I choose strife
To always keep Him in my life
The world hates Him and all who will
choose the Lord and love Him still.
Allusion
Behind her smile she tries to hide
the tears welling up in-her eyes
for years shes been emotionally battered
whats left of her soul is shattered
she fakes its by pretending everything's OK
tries to stay busy to get through the day
but her heart is inside a broken glass jar
blocking out the pain only gets her so far
she knows shes slowly bleeding to death
but still thinks her secrets should be kept
so she answers with "Fine how are you"
hoping the smile can hide the truth
never letting anyone get close enough
she can keep the allusion that shes tough
so far shes managed to fool them all
for under her skin lives a china doll
PRAISE THE LORD
Thank You God for answered prayer
thank You for the love we share
thank You for all colors and sounds
thank You for the earthly ground
thank You for the sky so beautiful
thank You for a life so fruitfull
thank You for our food and homes
thank You for our sins atoned
thank You for the animals and trees
thank You for all living things
thank You for our family and friends
thank You for the gifts you send
thank You for the gift of free will
thank You for forgiving us still
thank You for the beautiful rainbow
thank You for all the love you bestow
But thank You above everything
for giving us grace that took deaths sting
satan
you are a serpent drug up here from hell
taking form of a man, but I can tell
you can fool so many pretending to be kind
put scales on their eyelids to keep them blind
you slither around in your own conniving way
searching to manipulate and consume your prey
so vein an arrogant you refuse to see
that your just a snake beneath our feet
you struck me with venom to even the score
you have won the battle but you wont win the war
you can make this world a living hell
breaking me down from the lies that you tell
but Jesus will follow me where ever I go
through mountains and valleys, through rivers and snow
you will be there too, striking at my feet
but time will end and you will face defeat
my Savior will come and set me free
unlike you a place in heaven awaits me
so tell all your lies just just scream and shout
its too late for you you've been cast out
God doesn't make mistakes
no one is perfect, not even at birth
the truth we lack, but we are not cursed
your parents will fail you, your kids will too
but listen to me, hear the truth
God is with you at the first, He'll be with you at the last
your pain and suffering will not last
He will never give you more than you can bare
don't get to the point where you just don't care
no matter what you do, no matter what you say
God loved you before birth, and He still loves you today
So stand and be tough, God will make you right
so you have to care, you have to fight
satan will test you and have his fun
but God has given you His only Son
He will destroy the bad because He's the best
even if you've endured the pain of incest
its not your fault and your in luck
because your very soul Jesus has plucked
out of sin and into His Holy light
now try to do whats good and right
satan will cut you down and feed you lies
the truth and love in you from God he'll despise
He will beat you down and kick you in the face
But God will deliver you, because He doesn't make mistakes |
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| March 25, 2008 |
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For any of you going through difficult times in your life may this comfort you.
The Pond by Randy Baltimore 1993
High in the mountains
In the most beautiful place
There's a majestic pond in a wide open space
As I sat on its bank to meditate
I looked in the water reflecting my fate
My heart was heavy because I had sinned
Then the Lord spoke to me as I threw a pebble in.
"The ripples,' He said, "are the results of transgressions
Passed down through the third and fourth generations."
"Forgive me, " I said, "For I've sinned against thee."
And then the Lord spoke again to me.
He said, "although your sin does bear a great price,
How often you forget about my Son's sacrifice!"
With that He threw in an enormous Rock
Right in the same place where my pebble had dropped.
"The ripples now, " He said, "Cover all your transgressions
Going beyond the third and fourth generations."
He lifted my head and I looked in His face.
"The Rock," He said, "Represents my bountiful Grace."
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| March 26, 2008 |
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| Thanks Randue... I love to read what you have been given... Did I every give you copies of the poems I have of yours you gave me in days gone by and misplaced... can't remember.... (that was a long time ago), I know it was important to me to do so... but since my life can be fuller in some season than others ... I 'might have forgotten'.... if so, we can dig them out when you come visit Saturday... looking forward to seeing you... bren |
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| June 21, 2008 |
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6/8/08 'Daily Bible Verse' Psalm 119:10 | |
"I seek You with all my heart; do not let me stray from your commands"
To love as I would be loved...
To forgive as I would be forgiven...
To lean not to my own understanding... but to acknowledge You in all my ways as I trust You with all my heart and follow as You direct my paths, my having heard Your voice. To take Your mercy and truth as my own. To ask in Your Name that Father may be glorified in His Son. To seek that we shall find, To knock, that it shall be opened to us; to receive good gifts from Our Father... To receive the gift of the Holy Spirit... Our eternal Companion, Teacher, Comforter and Source of a resurrected spiritual life with You anew.... one endued with Your power. To open Our door.... having heard Your voice, that You might enter into us and sup with us as we sup with You; to him that overcomes.... will You grant to sit with You in Your Throne as an overcomer, even as You also overcame and set down with Your Father in His Throne.
To fear not... to not let our hearts be troubled! To abide in You... that You may abide in us to the glory of our Father. To keep Your words made alive to us Jesus... that we abide in them.... glorifying Father through the fruit in Our lives... Our having chosen such.
To repent; for those of Your choosing, to preach the remission of sins in the Name of Your Son among all of the Nations... having been endued with Your power and sent in the Name of the Gospel Of God... in Your Name Father and the Name of Your Son, Jesus Christ. To abide in Your love... To listen... with ears to hear... To labor to enter into Your rest... To receive that which You offer... freely through grace! May You be blessed as we do.... |
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| June 21, 2008 |
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| Thanks for the stars... I appreciate you taking the time to read here... and for offering a star. |
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| October 19, 2008 |
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| HolySpiritWithin: are you published? If not you should really pray on it!!!!!!! That was awesome, and inspirational |
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| October 20, 2008 |
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If you mean published in the traditional sense, no I am not as yet published... I have been given a desire to put the writings I have been given as I wait upon the Lord and publish for free on line at www.EnterRest.com through HIS leading, in book/CD form... and to be empowered to give that away for free too! All in HIS timing I suppose, if that is indeed HIS desire within me... am always open to HIS present will concerning them... as of late, I have felt a strong desire to publish them beyond the internet ... so am eager to see how HE brings it about. (have looked into self publishing and sought HIM for HIS funds or???? to bring it about). Thank you, will seek HIM afresh.... please pray too if you are led to do so... again  (especially for taking the time to read them and respond). |
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