Friday, April 27, 2012

Purity....


"Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God." Matthew 5:8

This has been the theme of my thoughts the last couple of weeks....

purity.

It is a lost possession these days....sadly, there are very few that poses this priceless treasure.

I must admit, I struggle  with it every day.....

This week, there was something especially weighing on my heart...

Something I knew I was  not surrendered in.

So, I picked up my dearest friend off of my nightstand beside my bed....

Pulled on my worn out hiking shoes....

And set out on a walk....

Just God, my Bible and I...

As I sat on a log beside the trail, in the warm sunshine, Bible in lap, pondering the worth of holding on to this "Treasure", My eyes caught sight of two birds soaring high above me...

"Oh Lord I cried, why can't my heart be as free as those birds? I want that sort of freedom...."
'Give me your all.' He whispered. 'And then it is, your heart will know freedom.'

I looked down at my opened Bible.....

A sigh escaped my lips.....

'Ok, Lord' I breathed....'take it, for I am not strong enough to give it into your hands.'

And Oh the joy of full surrender!

 I skipped for joy down that trail!

 My heart soured like an eagle!

Let me say this though, it is not easy to let Him keep my heart...many a moment I want to take it back. Yes, to fill it with my "Treasures", that sort of gold that people call "Fools gold".

But with His strength, I will be like a water lily!



Let Mrs. White explain:

 "I have seen the water-lily growing up through mud and filth, yet putting forth pure, spotless blossoms. One day as my husband and I were on the water, we saw some of these lilies. I said to him, "Reach down, and pull up a root if you can." This he did, and we saw how the beautiful flower was joined by a channeled stem to the root. This channeled stem struck down through the weeds and rubbish to the pure sands beneath, drawing thence the nourishment that gave life to the blossoms of spotless purity.

God would have us learn lessons from the water-lily that opens its pure white blossoms upon the bosom of the lake. The flower reposes in spotless loveliness while all around it, in the water, may be unseemly and obnoxious things. The lily strikes its roots deeper and still deeper into the rich soil far beneath the surface of the lake, and, refusing everything that would taint and pollute its purity, draws to itself only those properties that will aid its development into a spotless and beautiful flower." ~Mrs.White

Only by constantly drinking at the Fountains of living water...By dwelling on the wonderful promises of God... By Striking our roots deeper and still deeper in the knowledge of God... And making a full surrender of self every moment,  Shall we ever have that true Purity as the water lily.

This world is a dreadful, filthy, muddy, pond. Filled with all sorts of debris.

But there IS hope!

Will you join me my friend, as I seek to brighten the place with a beautiful,  pure, water lily? To reject the filth of this pond, (world) and turn to the son above, that the petals of this flower may shine with the beauty of His lovely character?

Let's fill this ugly old pond with pure, beautiful water Lily's!







Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Springtime in my Heart

I've always loved  spring, ever since I was little...

The new blossoms on the trees.... I used to climb up to reach them...



The wonderful, inviting mud puddles....




The birds singing their sweet songs....


I loved watching the robins hopping about....



The rain...and the fun of using my little umbrella...



The nodding of the cheery daffodils as the rain dripped from their faces....



The new life of baby animals.....



The bright shinning colors of a beautiful rainbow after a refreshing rain....


The soft, bright new green grass...


Going on mushroom hunts....



I remember running about, finding the first little spring wildflowers and making  little bouquets and dropping  them on our doorstep, knocking, and running around the corner of the house to watch the surprised look on Mom's face! :)..... Pretty soon I got around to the whole neighbourhood..... Grandma and Grandpa, and my two Aunts.

Things haven't changed too much since then....I still love spring! I still love to pull on my rubber boots, and splash through the mud puddles....I still love to hear the sweet songs of the birds praising their creator....I still love to watch the robins hop about......I still love the fresh spring rains and the bright rainbows they bring.....I still love to drive by farms and see new little baby's frolicking about....I still love to be the first to find the little spring wildflowers! Yes, Spring has always been, and always will be my favorite time of year!

But their is something else on my mind....

something else I love about spring....

New life...

New birth...

Cleansing Rain...

Yes...Spring reminds me to let their be springtime in my heart!

To let the early rain of the Holy spirit cleanse my heart...

To LIVE a life anew with my Lord...

To have a heart that overflows with praise as the birds do...

To bloom with the Love of Jesus...

To be born again!

Oh how I long to have springtime in my heart!

And when I think about it.....

It really is up to me...

I want to truly be born again...to let springtime be all year round in my heart! :)

What about YOU?

 Will you also be born again....and let springtime abide in your heart?

Monday, April 9, 2012

Under the Eyes of God...


I've been reading through the book "Creeping Compromise" by Joe Crews, and at the end of the book there was this little poem. There was no title, and no name of the author, but it was really thought provoking to me!  ....And I thought I would share it with you!

Whatever you think, never think what you feel
You would blush, in the  presence of God, to reveal;
Whatever you speak, in a whisper or clear,
Say nothing you would not like Jesus to hear.

Whatever you read though the page may allure,
Read nothing of which you are perfectly sure
Consternation at once would be seen in your look
If God should say solemnly, "Show me that book."

Whatever you write, though in haste or in heed,
Write nothing you would not like Jesus to read;
Whatever you sing, in the midst of your glee's
Sing nothing His listening ear would displease.

Whenever you go, never go where you fear
Lest the great God should ask you, "How camest thou here?"
Turn away from each pleasure you'd shrink from pursuing
If God should look down and say, "What are you doing?"

Whatever you wear, can you be very sure
That the feelings it quickens are blameless and pure?
Would your face be unblushing and conscience be clear
Should your wardrobe be opened and Jesus appear?

When you think, when you speak, when you read, when you write,
When you sing, when you walk, when you seek for delight,
To be kept from all wrong when at home or abroad,
Live always  as under the eyes of the Lord.