Saturday, March 30, 2013

The Price Paid to Free Me

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The Price Paid to Free Me 

You didn’t know me then, you didn’t know me when
Your sin seemed fun, for a season
Then you began crying, dying, still defying
Choosing darkness without reason

Yet I knew you at Calvary
When I died upon that hill
You’d have need for a Savior
And you need me still

You thudded to the bottom
Looking up, eyes opened wide
You had crashed ever down
To the place you couldn’t hide

In you was a God shaped void
You shoved all things in but me
Not seeing the gift I died to give
Cruel-cross death upon that tree

I wept that you fell oh, so far
But rejoiced when you could see
All along that emptiness
Could be filled by only me

Soon it was in perfect time
Your dulled eyes opened to see
Jesus really paid your price
That debt to set you free

And now that God shaped void
Is filled to overflowing,
You, completed child, righteously restored
Now growing in your knowing

Of how God came down
Facing torture on Calvary’s tree
He loved so much, left so much
Sacrificed all to set you free.

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Thursday, March 28, 2013

Thoughts on Eagles Devotional (Words from the Lord Series)

It was once said that the eagle that soars in the upper air does not worry itself as to how it is to cross rivers.

Prayer: Oh, Lord God, I’ve been like that eagle – help me to realize when I’m with You that IS my inheritance!!! Father, forgive me for being “on vacation”. Help me to work out quality time in the Word and prayer. Allow me to be refreshed and renewed after six hours of sleep? Help me to leap out of my lethargy into Your presence daily or twice daily? AMEN

There are times child, when you get distracted but I don’t, so fear not, I love you still. Only you can slow down and focus on Me. I shall/am going before you – my timing IS perfect. I shall reveal more to you soon. Rest, recover, absorb my Word and grow.

Oh, Jesus with scratchy, sleep swollen, unfocusing eyes and the proverbial “grunt” in my early morning attitude, I CHOOSE to praise You!!!

but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. (NIV)

Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands will grow stronger. (NIV)

The lions may grow weak and hungry, but those who seek the LORD lack no good thing. (NIV)

From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. (NIV)

You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. (NIV)

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Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Child, My Little One Devotional (Words from the Lord Series)

Prayer: Oh, Lord, it is early and I’m SO foggy. Help me awaken to worship You. I need You and worship You, my Jesus!

Child, my little one, I’m still setting you free in Me. All is not accomplished overnight, nor is it supposed to be. Take heart, as there are times and seasons. You are in a productive/pruning one. Yet, fear not, I AM gentle and know you/your areas of need. Stay yielded. Pain comes through ripping and tearing of resistance. Trust Me and let My love untangle you from things which sap life or kill the tender parts of you. I love you much more than you even know how to love yourself. Selah.

In my anguish I cried to the LORD, and he answered by setting me free. (NIV)

"Therefore I tell you that the kingdom of God will be taken away from you and given to a people who will produce its fruit. (NIV)

Produce fruit in keeping with repentance. (NIV)

We continually remember before our God and Father your workproduced by faith, your labor prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ. (NIV)

No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. (NIV)

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. (NIV)

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Monday, March 25, 2013

Emptiness Without Jesus II

So Blows the Wind

Wind blows the leaves to keep them awake
There are so many on a tree, yet they all blow together.
In that big tree, the one outside your window
There must be one near, are the leaves awake?
It is so very far away that I cannot see.
I can only wish that someday the wind, which blows
On you now will blow on us again, together.

Then and Only Then

The time must come for all goodbyes
In closing I'd just like to say
It's been nice knowing you
And now I'll be on my way
When am I coming back to YOU?
You might never see that day.
But chances are awfully good
That sometime again you may

I am life's lonely traveler
Lost in a world of non
Don't you try to look for me
'Cuz tomorrow I might be gone.

The winter is almost here right now
The cold is about to come
I am freezing with the frost
Feeling nothing as I get numb.

The frozen in me would be thawed
And happiness abide
If in love my voice would resound
And rush back to my side
If my own ears it would astound
And finally set me free
Then and only then would peace abide in me.

Precious Things

Pearls and love are so much the same,
They can be pure white or black with shame.
The flaws in the pearls
Are like the flaws in love;
The harder you look
The more there are of.
So think before you try to prove
Your love's stand,
You might find all that it rests on
Is a small grain of sand.

Poems written before I met the Lord Jesus.

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Sunday, March 24, 2013

What Does Salvation Mean to a Christian?

“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. (John 13:34 NIV84)
NOT my picture but I love it!!

Psalm 18:46 The LORD lives! Blessed be my Rock! Let the God of my salvation be exalted.

Could I say that life was good? It should have been. I really did enjoy working as an RN, after several times of changing majors in college I finally found one which “fit”. I loved biology, science and people. I remember back to the time I was five and my sister was in the hospital for a prolonged period of time. She had polio before the vaccine and before the big epidemic of 1952 and no one was sure how to treat her disease. We came to visit and she was sobbing. Seems that no one answered her call light and she wet her bed, she was then told if she didn’t stop crying her mom and dad would never come to see her again. As she sobbed out her trauma to us it became permanently etched in my heart and mind. This was the main reason I finally ended up in my chosen career of nursing. I remembered and wanted to make a difference for my pediatric patients, one that my sister hadn’t been fortunate enough to have with her nurse.

I was married to a guy I thought the world of but we were partying too much. We drank each and every day. When we tried to quit for a week we made it only a day and a half. Wine coolers, booze in the blender with ice cream calling it desert, mixed drinks loud music and friends who did the same. I was a mean drinker and would zero in to slice up “friends” with my tongue. The next morning I always felt terrible about what I had said the night before.

Tom and I had lived together 2 years before getting married and had been pretty heavily into smoking marijuana too but had quit that when he decided to go back to school. He noticed that friends who were doing any kind of drugs lacked serious motivation in college. He was maintaining a straight A average.

I was a professing atheist. In retrospect I was professing “there is NO God” a bit too loudly.

Our marriage was stressed with me working 6 days a week, all the drinking we were doing and the fact that I became a “mean” drunk. One of the gals I worked with was a born again Christian. She knew not to talk to me about her Jesus but would tell me about her friends at church and what they did. It was evident from her smile and care for her patients that she knew how to love. She patiently listened to me telling her how I thought that smarter beings from other planets came here and did things on earth with and for the people who lived here. They taught us etc. She would always gently tell me that she hadn’t found what I was talking about as truth.

I got to the point where I was really seeking some answers. I had been into Eastern religions, transcendental meditation, astrology, and things which were really into the occult. It came to the point where I was praying to the god I didn’t believe existed. Crying out and telling him I had made a real mess of my life and asking him to forgive me, to take over the control of my life as I was really making terrible choices yet never seemed able to change.

The Lord Jesus Christ met me where I was. To say he changed me would be a total understatement. I sensed a lifting of a weight that had pressed me down for years. I got a Bible and began reading, devouring the Word. Within 3 weeks the Lord had pulled me feet first out of the bottle of alcohol I lived in without going through any withdrawals. I was a serious alcoholic and totally set free. I began to be kind to my friends. My mouth which had been filled with profanity became cleaned up. I quit swearing and realized I had a choice in vocabulary.

God began showing me a bit of my feminine side that I had lost touch with for years. I actually bought a couple “granny” dresses at a garage sale and enjoyed wearing them.

At first I wouldn’t go to church but attended a Bible study that the gal at work invited me to. I learned and asked dozens of questions and studied every spare moment.

God helped me to enjoy my best friend’s infant son. I remember spinning around the front yard holding him and singing to Jesus. I was clean and forgiven. Jesus Christ had set me free and made me new, different, whole. I began to get a glimpse of the fact that He really did have a plan for me and purpose.

That was now over 38 years ago. Walking with the Lord has been a challenge and dynamic that I never regret. I am still learning and growing. Coming to salvation through the shed blood of Jesus Christ is the single most incredible things which I have ever experienced. It was His sacrifice on Calvary which paid that price I couldn’t pay. He is God and sinless so He could effectively die in my place for all the times I had broken His heart. I had to ask His forgiveness, believe He was God and accept His death on my behalf.

Salvation, can there ever be a more perfect love than that which Jesus has for you and for me?

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Saturday, March 23, 2013

A Writer’s Day: Stream of Consciousness, Flight of Thought, Skills and Accidents

Luke 10:41 And Jesus answered and said to her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things.

OK. Now if I can just type fast enough to get it all down the way I was dreaming it in my sleep last night. No notes, without the light on what I tried to scribble down looks like a two year old drawing pictures.

“Honey, where is the milk?”

Oh, no, I can’t be interrupted right now to help that man find what is right in front of his nose in the door of the frig, right where it always is “Lower left door of the frig, Mick.”

Let’s see, there were perfect pieces of dialog I thought of. Why can’t I be as creative when I am awake

“I still don’t see it, are you sure we have fresh milk?”

Sigh, looks like I have to make a trip to the kitchen after all, “Here it is, Mick, lower left side of the door, ah, that’s where we have kept it since we moved up here five years ago.”

“Oh, I guess I was looking in the RIGHT side of the door.”

Man, what is that cat toy doing on the floor? I almost tripped and fell. Might have something to do with having four cats I guess.

Where was I? Oh, yes, that great snippet of dialog from last night. Hum.

“Yeowl, merow”

“I know, you want to know where the milk is too, don’t you? Wonder why daddy couldn’t have fed you guys when he was right there in the kitchen? Come on, let’s go eat and then maybe I can have some silence to think around here.”

I walk to the kitchen followed by sixteen paws. Some strutting in a stately manner while being attacked by the half grown kitten who has only one forward speed, ATTACK. He jumps on the elder cats, chews ears, bats tails and now tries to bowl them over. Bobby is met with a couple of good natured swats and one irritated hiss as he attacks blue eyed Stormy. It is as if Stormy is saying “I am almost fourteen, have arthritis and am too old for this on the way to the buffet table!”

 Maybe I should be writing a piece about the cats rather than trying to remember that catchy phrase.    
 The only way I ever get anything down on paper is by constantly talking to myself, stirring it up, turning on the heat and eventually out comes a piece that I hit “enter” . It is done, what do writers do who have kids at home?

Hum, why was I thinking of writing that story to begin with? Tika, what are you doing in here being SO affectionate and butting my hand off the mouse while you stomp on the keyboarddddddddd? Yep, I think I really write a piece about you cats, much more up close and personal.

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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Tarantula Tuesday - OK so it was Friday and Saturday – Tuesday just goes better with Tarantula

This tarantula is RUBBER, and as close as I care to get to the real thing.....

Psalm 126:2 
Then our mouth was filled with laughter, And our tongue with singing. Then they said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them.”
The road was straight and went on and on – flat for Colorado through desolate towns of yesteryear which were no more. We could see snow covered Spanish Peaks in the distant horizon. Occasionally there was a tree with leaves – yellow, gold or rusty banners waving as we drove by, unusual for November in this wind to even see leaves. They were beautiful in this trip back into time. The railroad tracks were flanked by short and old electric poles with the glass caps of green/blue and white on them – a collector’s dream but obviously still functional.

We got to a little town called Model, old homes with sagging roof lines, not a person in sight. Some years decorated only with older model vehicles and no sign of inhabitants. The ancient store building saying mercantile and it was all boarded up. The post office was unique. A part of a building that looked inhabited stuck out through a fence – the door said post office and stated hours. The rest of the building was inside the fence and had children’s toys and other items in the yard.

We were looking for Pinon Canyon which was farther down the road. A place for military maneuvers and hunters wanting to use a lot of preference points for the honor of hunting there.  Mick had saved points for 13 years and this year was one of only 20 who would be hunting there in December. He filled out the papers and paid the extra fees so we could come down and take a look.

After finding some friendly staff – ex-military and now working for the department of wildlife it seemed – and filling out more papers we were finally able to explore this desolately beautiful place seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

We began driving down one of the well maintained gravel roads and I spotted our first wild life. “Honey, look up ahead, isn’t that a tarantula spider!?”

The last tarantula I had seen was about 24 years prior in Texas after a long and hard rain. It was about the size of a silver dollar and the biggest arachnoid I had ever seen. This one was a mere 4 inches in diameter, think saucer sized. I asked Mick to make sure my distaste hadn’t increased the size of the critter in my mind. Yep, 4 inches in diameter. Only in movies had I seen one this huge (I know, they get to dinner plate size but the Lord does have mercy).

“Hey, come out and look at him.”

Not on this planet or in this lifetime would I get out of the truck and risk the hairy spider jumping on me.

“Go ahead, I am really happy to stay in the truck…”

Mick studied the fellow and then jumped in the truck backing up. “Hey, don’t hurt it, I just don’t want to be watching him without a windshield between us.”

He backed the truck and then leaned over to me and said “Jo, if you open the door he should be right down from you and you can get a better look at him.”

What a hubby! The last time we’d seen a tarantula (yes, he was there in Texas and wanted to catch the critter in a band aid box to take to his 6 year old nephew. We were newly engaged. I implored him saying I could be just as dead from a heart attack as a spider bite and didn’t want to risk either. He was disgruntled but left that spider to his trek across the wet roadway) he almost brought it in the truck with us.  This time he had learned me well enough to humor me.

I opened the truck door a really wide 3 inches figuring the furry guy wouldn’t jump backwards and up onto me at the same time not being able to see who was ogling him.

Hum, ok, he was really quite an impressive guy; black and hairy and had some nice (?) fawn color on the top of his back. He was slowly moving across the gravel and into the ditch at the side of the road. Later when I was more rational I was wondering how do they know which foot to move? I have trouble with two, a left and a right especially when I am looking at SPIDERS. I am being a good writer and looking up how many legs they do have to no avail. Suffice it to say he had MANY legs and it was confusion watching him trying to decide which leg’s turn it was to mutate the beast forward.

OK, so God is very creative and this fellow was really quite handsome. I decided right then and there that I was not, never, no way going to sign up to be his “leading lady” with choked down screams, gritted teeth and great drops of sweat dripping off my forehead.

“Hey, let’s hike over to those hills and see if there is any water there or deer sign.”

Mars? Venus? MEN! “Oh, I think I’ll pass, have this novel I brought that I am dying to read….”

Yes, in packing all the hiking equipment, GPS, maps, water, 2 way walkie-talkies I had forgotten the camera so I cannot share a visual of Mr. Spider with you and, I also forgot my prescription reading glasses. That didn’t keep me from the novel.

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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Encounter With Reality

I had been a professing atheist for 9 years (although we had been raised inthe Methodist church no one ever spoke about a personal relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ.  So, even in conservative Iowa State it was easy to be challenged and decide God didn't exist.  I knew in my heart of hearts that if he did exist, I needed to be obedient to him and I wanted to do my own thing so much I ignored logic and the Lord.  Worst thing was I always fell short of the standards I had set for myself.  Drew lines in the sand
and proceeded to step over them time and again.  I was not wild by the world's standards but was not knowing the Lord at all.

This is a poem I wrote to explain my transition process:


I was walking in the mountains
Along a dusty, narrow road
Trying to get away from it all
I had been under quite a load

I guess work was tolerable
My love life was fine
I had some good close friends
Plenty of food and wine

Picked up that course I wanted
Had gotten off on astrology
Was into Women's Lib
And had passed geology

I finally weighed 122
Was making a lot of bread
Had a really great "old man"
But something was bothering my head

I stopped to look at the purple flowers
Paused at a crystal stream to drink
Was not sure where this was leading to
But knew I had to get away to think

My life seemed all together
It was really the best it could be
But I felt all tied up and restless
And was really itching to be free

Ok, now, wait a minute
Let me think and rearrange
What would I do differently
If I could have a magic change?

He and I would be in the woods
In a small A-frame cabin there
We'd have a dog and cats all around
And a garden...that was fair...

But every time I dreamed them up
(These dreams I liked to hoard)
I knew that in a couple of months
I'd be searching, restless and bored

Is that really all there is to life?
There must be something more
If I have everything I need and want
Then what's this emptiness for?

I scuffed my toe on a rock as I wandered on
And looked up in time to see
A ragged young man, with a sore on his hand
Coming down the path to me

Normally, I'd have been a little scared
But this guy was about my size
He smiled at me with the friendliest smile
But what really drew me were his eyes

It is hard to tell you much about them
They were the warmest hue
I know this doesn't make much sense
But they seemed ancient, yet sparkling new

He was dressed in a shirt tied round with a rope
Looked kind of like a blanket to me
With broken down sandals and dusty pants
I'd guess he was about 33

He nodded at me as he came close
"Out for a walk today?"
I told him I was doin' some thinking
And continued along my way

Somehow I knew he was still there
And I started to get a little huffy
This was supposed to be a solo walk
I was warmed by his voice, but still feeling stuffy

Before I could think up an excuse
He turned and caught up with me
"Do you feel all bound up and trapped
Like you're never going to get free?"

I stopped short and looked at him
And I felt Like blurting out "What's your scam?"
But something about him stopped me short
And I surprised myself with "I suppose I am"

I felt my stomach tied in knots
I'd been trying to keep this inside
With annoyance and exasperation I thought
"Well, what have I got to hide?"

We stopped for a moment and he gazed at me
"You know, there is a way"
I got all fired up and ready to reply
Then I forgot what I was about to say

Then I began to get really uptight
Words usually came easy for me
"I've tried a bunch of ways before
And none of them set me free."

then my gift of gab returned with a smile
Thought I'd get a chance to burn his ear
"I've tried dope and wine, people and places,
The US and Canada in my camping gear."

"I've been into clothes and nursing
To school and worked, been both far and near
Into astrology, psychology, biology, hey,
I'm no kid, I'm 27, I was even married for a year."

He stood there so patiently
Apparently waiting for me to go on
so, "I got divorced and dated a lot
And not I'm living with Tom..."

And he still stood there
Seeming so gentle and calm
I almost felt like a bulldozer
As I shifted gears and plowed on

"I've been 5 years in college
Got my AA degree
Have worked here and there
Whatever suited me...

Have been a volunteer
Given of my hours
Have walked in thunder
And played in showers...

Have loved a few people
Grown up a lot
Did meditation for awhile
And then a little pot...

Really like wine coolers
And outdoor mountain streams
Am fair at writing letters
Have written poetry by the reams..."

I paused for a moment
with it all passing in review
"I've done all I wanted
There isn't much that's new"

By this time I sat down
Feeling emptier inside
"I've done so much junk
There isn't much I haven't tried."

He picked up a rock beside me
And sat down, not too near
"Have you ever given much thought
As to why we're all here?"

Mentally I clicked off
That answer too
I had it all together, at least
I thought I did, before I met you...

"I guess I believe in superior life
And all that stuff about outer space
How they came here to teach us
And looked like gods to the human race"

"What about the Bible
How does that fit in?
How about Adam and Eve
And their original sin?"

Now you've really done it girl,
You've run into a religious kook
One who still believes in god
And that ancient "holy book"

I thought about telling him off
But before I could think of what to say
I glanced back into his face
His eyes clouded and looked far away

"Marijo, I knew you then
And I know you still
It was there I bled and died for you
Up on Calvary Hill"

I sat there with my mouth open
I never told him my name
I grew suddenly very quiet
This wasn't any game

I glanced at his raw hands
No, this couldn't be
I don't even believe in god
Let alone crucifixion on a tree

But something about his manner
Made me sit quite still
As I did I could almost see him
On that cross upon that hill

I looked into those soft brown eyes
My thoughts raced on and on
My life had been so empty
Could this really be god's only son?

Hey, come on, You're too smart for that
You don't really believe...
Wait a minute, shut up
The emptiness seemed relieved

The voice inside went on to say
Hey, you've dabbled in religions before
And when the novelty was over they've let you down
And have flown right out the door.

But I've never considered Jesus
And that the Bible might be true
"If you are who you say you are,
Then tell me what to do"

Suddenly I felt old and small
Even with new sweatshirt and pants
"If you are who you say you are,
Then please give me a chance?"

"there's so many things I've done
That I'm not proud of
I really goofed off and messed up a lot
And I actually don't deserve your love"

Inside me rang "I'm sorry"
But what was there to say
I looked at him, my tears running down
"Can you forgive me and show me the way?"

With a loving, forgiving smile he stood there
All white-robed radiant to see
"At last my child, this is your day
You now are truly free!"

"Jesus, Jesus you ARE real
And more alive than anyone could be!"
As he lifted heavenward he said
"Marijo, follow, follow ME!!"

I didn't actually meet a person on that mountain top but the Lord started dealing with me that weekend and my thought processes are like those recorded here.  It was actually a matter of months before I realized God's forgiveness and salvation plan for me but I am here to say that the man-God I finally met is even more real than the one portrayed!  PRAISE JESUS!

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Monday, March 18, 2013

Praying With A Prayer Partner

Seek Me first and early, then draw together (at least) daily. Enter with thanksgiving and praise – you do not see in the unseen realm except that which I reveal. Know much moves on “little” prayers and praises, much is halted because of lack thereof. There is no bondage, but freedom and release in Me, the great I Am.
There are times and seasons of heated battle and times of relative rest. Remember to pray always without ceasing. I Am there in the midst of you, need you any other reason or cause? There are times when you are together solely to delight in My presence. Your obedience and steadfastness pleases Me and I enjoy communion with you, that’s reason enough. My daughters, I Am pleased. I will give you boundaries/guidelines, fear not, haven’t I always been faithful? Yours is to stay yielded.
Your openness and receptiveness I love. I will direct your enthusiasm to flow most constructively. It will not destroy nor should you destroy it. I will channel it. Remain open and teachable. You have no idea what I desire to do and am doing. You are each and both priceless. I want to steep you in prayer fellowship so it will become a vital, non-dying part of your lives to be continued with your mates, never to be abandoned – therein lies the strength in relationship – communion/communication in and through Me.
You are and do delight my countenance – know and receive my peace. Ask. I will explain. Go forward, I will check and guard. You ARE mine. No condemnation. You are seeing the way and balance. I love you, daughters. Selah

·        Prayer partner can be a spouse, friend, brother or sister in the Lord – if you have never had one, pray about which one – it is one of the best things in LIFE!

Just one scripture to read today and see what the Lord would communicate with you.
Deuteronomy 32:29-31 

My commitment:

Prayer: Dearest Jesus, please bless all my former and present prayer partners.  Keep teaching and leading and “growing” us up in You.  May we be able to teach others the incredible multiplication of two praying together.

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Friday, March 15, 2013

Is Your Daily Quiet Time Happening?

Below you will find something the Lord laid on my heart along with scriptures that amplify or support that.

You get up in the morning and are on fast forward, if you are like me. Grab the dirty clothes basket and get it into the wash, eat breakfast and feed the family, in my case that is 4 cats because Mick feeds himself with homemade bran muffins I always have ready for him. Clean kitty boxes, unload the clean dishes and reload dirty ones, get out to water the first batch of trees.
I know many of you are getting ready for work or to transport family members to school or appointments. Then there is cleaning the house, oops, the bathroom could use a little help and I put the Scrubbing Bubbles to work along with some elbow grease. Need to check e-mail.
Next time I look at the clock it is going on ten. What in the world happened? I NEED to get still and read God’s Word and talk to him more than the “help Lord” prayers of this morning so far. And once again I hear His still, small voice whispering to my heart as I purpose to sing and worship Him, Jesus, my Lord of Lords and King of Kings:
Daughter of mine, I receive your worship and your song. In continuing on thusly you'll find liberty, peace, healing and, even more intimately, my love. 

Come rest in my arms, be at peace with me. Come away my beloved. I have grieved your absence but now rejoice. 

Step out in my name, I shall remove your fear and prepare your footpaths. I do LOVE you. I hug you to me. Lift up your song again soon. Selah.

His Word teaches is so many good things to encourage us in our walk with Him. In Isaiah 42:6-7 the writer tells of the Lord saying that He has called us in righteousness, He will hold our hand and keep us. It goes on speaking about some of the things Jesus would do, and we as His followers would then be equipped to do also. Things like bringing light to the gentiles, opening blind eyes, bringing our prisoners from prison, those who sit in darkness in the prison house.

Are you doing that in His name? He will enable you to do this on a daily basis. We can bring light each and every place we go, to that waitress in the restaurant, to the clerk at Wal-Mart, to the young man in the drive through. We are called to be light and salt and with our Lord shining through us, how can we go wrong? Ours is to yield and “to be ready to give an answer for the hope that is in us with gentleness, meekness.

In Deuteronomy 33:27 we are encouraged to remember that the eternal God is our refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms. He will thrust out the enemy from before you and will say destroy. What better champion could we possible have on our side?
Does that do anything to straighten your priorities for today? It does for me! I am going, right now, to my quiet place to take time to make time to worship and talk to and LISTEN to my Lord Jesus Christ. There is no higher choice I can make right now.

Prayer: Father in heaven, how incredible is your power and love on our behalf. Help us to but ASK. You say we have not because we ask not. Teach us to ask correctly from you. Help us to go forth in Your name to our Judea, Samaria and Jerusalem if not the uttermost parts of Your world. Thank You over and again for Your Word and promises for us, Your Bride! AMEN

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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Do not want anyone to miss out on the great spring sale at my publishers! Hope you are able to take advantage of this - they make super gifts (I might be a bit biased) My next in this series, Afternoon Whispers from the Heart of God will be coming out real soon!

Mr. Time Out Kitty

Caleb, psst, psst, Caleb!
Come to my jungle with me
Quiet as you can be,
Shhhhh, sneaky so no one will see
Yes! Come to my jungle with me!

We can have FUN and play,
And hide up here ALL day,
And look for us they may
Think of what they will say

Tika and Katy have been here too
One time only, said “that’ll do”
They hopped and jumped, down they flew
Why don’t those girls like anything new?

And Stormy’s not a jumpin’ guy,
Never been up not even for a fly,
I flicked my tail and said “bye”
Hopping to my place on high

Guess we could invite Lily too
She’d like to play just like you!
It’s a quiet day with nothin’ to do
So come with me, just you two!

Oh, oh, here comes Mama now
Think she’ll notice us? Oh, wow,
Get down quickly, oh but how?
She’s all steamed up, gonna have a cow!

Mama’s mad and in a rage
Now I’m doin’ time out in a cage
What happens next? Read the page,
I might just be here ‘til OLD AGE.

Does Hooney learn, does Hooney grow?
After all these years, you’d think he’d know
He’s always a show off, puttin’ on a show
And it is always “into the cage you go”

Mr. Time Out Kitty