Thursday, November 21, 2013

To Give Hope to the Hopeless.

It all just happened so dreadfully fast...

The dogs had been outside, playing around, when it all of a sudden became serious.

And now, our precious little Dachshund, Little Ann, is now missing one eye.

I cannot tell you the pain we all felt inside because of this. We have had her since she was 6 weeks old... she was a puppy of a neighbor dog, so we have known her all of her life, which has been over 13 years now. She has been just like another one of us kids.

And now I cringe to look into that little face, once so cute and full of doggy joy. Now she shakes her head as if to shake away the whole dreadful thing. She still wags her tail, and barks her joys to us, but she will just never be the same again. The scar will forever remain.


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Home from the vet, I work on getting ready for the new theme for the Primary class I am now teaching. (such a joy!)

The new theme I've chosen is “Giving”.

We are going to have a special class mission project, helping to support a school in India, (a special place on my heart) for children that would otherwise not get any education, and also a meal, for kids that only get one small one a day, if that. To learn more of the project, click here.

As I look through pictures, and videos, trying to find something to make it real for the kids to understand what their nickels and dimes will be going for, I see picture after picture of pain, and suffering.

'If Jesus were only here to heal them all, as He did in days of old', I thought.

Then it struck me, like a crashing wave...

That is what He has commissioned me to do.

No, we may not be given the power to heal their physical wounds and deformities, or to make their scars vanish, but we do have something to give.

Hope.

I don't know about you, but when I look into those sad brown eyes, I see none of that there.

And we go on with life, forgetting all this, and counting our many blessings.

(for yes, we have many, many more than most)

As Thanksgiving time comes along, let us not just sit down at a table loaded with delicacy's, and count our blessings, as we load our tummies. No, let us DO something a little different.

How about this for Thanksgiving instead?

“ ..to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke? Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?” Isaiah 58:6-7

How about it, friends?

Jesus is waiting... all around us.


When

will

YOU

and

ME

answer

this

call?


Monday, October 28, 2013

Losing Self Confidence { To Hang Everything On His Word }

I pulled on my trusty old, 9 dollar canvassing shoes, zipped up my jacket, and stepped out into the stormy night. My faithful kitty following closely by my heels. The stars above me strained to shine through the thin layer of clouds. The wind tossed locks of hair this way and that, and tickled my face.


I sought clearness of mind.


I sought a moment of peace with my Jesus.


He always knows how to still my storms.


As I sat in my favorite little quiet place, listening to the wind howl through the tree tops, I started telling Jesus about all the things in life that perplex my mind, and cause me to feel tossed about, like a little boat on the waves, with no hope of destination, or purpose. Then another storm that happened so long ago, on a lake, came to mind. It almost came alive, as I heard trees falling in the woods nearby, and the wind biting my cheeks, and penetrating through my thin jacket.


It had been one of the greatest disappointments that day, that the Disciples had yet faced. It all seemed so strange to them. 'Why had Jesus turned down the position of being the King of Jerusalem?' They were beyond discouraged, that lonely night out on the lake. But soon their sorrows were swallowed up with fear, and a struggle for life, as the waves roared, and splashed into their tiny fishing boat, threatening to take their lives. Then suddenly, they saw a strange, glowing form, making it's way towards them, WALKING UPON THE WAVES! They were stricken with an even greater fear of this, than of the waves! But Jesus knowing their fear, said to them in His soft, tender voice:


“...Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.” Matthew 14:27




Peter, Always the one to speak his mind, was the first to regain his voice:


“..Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water.” Verse 28


Jesus next word, was all that Peter needed. All that he needed, whatever came his way, he could hang everything on this word...


“Come.”


In my Bible, that word stands apart from all the others, highlighted in red. It was Jesus' only reply. And it was all that peter needed.




We all know the rest of the story.. How Peter turned his eyes back to the boat in self confidence, 'I can do this' sort of way, and then began to sink, as a wave came between him and Jesus.


I feel like peter so often.


I can be quite stubborn, most of the time, like Peter. I think I can do it myself. But there have been so many times, that Jesus shows me gently, like Peter that night, that I actually can't.


How I want to lose all self confidence, and hang my helpless soul on Jesus word, “Come”.


No matter what wave may dim my view, nothing can change the word of my Father!

My dear Jesus, I Come...



“Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake To guide the future as He has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.”

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Today is no normal day...

I awake by the beeps of my little alarm clock. Human nature wants to sleep in. But another power, not of flesh, pushes me up off my pillow, and on to my knees. The coolness biting at my toes, but a warm joy in my heart, with the knowledge that God has the victory this morning!

I reach for that little black book on my nightstand.

"Sow to yourselves in righteousness,reap in mercy; break up your fallow ground: for it is time to seek the Lord, till He come and rain righteousness upon you." Hosea 10:12

My eyes turn from the page.

The rising sun out my window is so bright, filtering its glory through the trees. The wet dew from heaven, covers the ground. The chipmunks chatter to each other, as they glide from tree to tree.



But this thought thunders its earnestness through my brain...

it's not just any normal day.

No.

Today is the day for war.






"I am bidden to call upon the churches to awake out of sleep. We must contend with invisible, supernatural foes. We are to put on the whole armor of God, that we may be prepared for the battles we have daily to fight. I call upon those who have received light and knowledge to pray most earnestly, and to come up "to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty.".... We are to proclaim to the world the message, "The great day of the Lord is near." "Prepare to meet thy God." We are to do much more than we have yet done.  {RC 201}  

Souls have been neglected, towns and villages and cities have not heard the truth for this time, because wise missionary efforts have not been made. . . . Ev 113



Oh, how the heart of our God must weep...

Today is no normal day friends.

We have a battle to fight.



Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Can You See His Face?

It had been a very sad Sabbath day. Going over the dreadful scene of what had taken place the day before, Mary's heart was so filled with grief. It had been too late in the day to bathe the precious body with spices, so the friends of Jesus, had laid His body in the tomb to rest during the Sabbath hours.

Mary, eager to do one last kindness for the one who had become so dear to her, rose early the next morning, making her way to the place where her dear Master lay.

As she walked through the dewy garden, and drew closer to the tomb, a most glorious light filled the heavens! The tomb was empty, and the body of her beloved Jesus, was gone. All that was left, was His grave clothes, neatly folded.

Mary had been the first to reach the tomb, and filled with distress at seeing the stone removed, and the tomb empty, she rushed away to tell the disciples of the dreadful thing that had taken place.

While Mary bore the news to the disciples, the other women, who were making their way to the tomb, also arrived, only to see the tomb empty. Alas! The Savior was gone! How could it be? An angel was sitting by the tomb, and the women were suddenly terror stricken!  Seeing their fear, he said to them in a gentle voice:

 "Fear not ye; for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for He is risen, as He said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell His disciples that He is risen from the dead." 

Overjoyed by the words of the angels, the women run quickly to bear the blessed tidings to the disciples.

Mary had not heard of the blessed news. She had borne the terrible message of the empty tomb, to Peter and John. Upon hearing her message, the three of them rushed off to the tomb. They found everything just as Mary had said.

As the disciples, turned to leave, going on their way back to Jerusalem, Mary stayed there in the garden by the tomb. As she stood, grief stricken looking into the empty tomb, she saw two angels who asked her:

 "Woman, why weepest thou?"  she said to them: "Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid Him."  




 "Then she turned away, even from the angels, thinking that she must find someone who could tell her what had been done with the body of Jesus. Another voice addressed her, "Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou?" Through her tear-dimmed eyes, Mary saw the form of a man, and thinking that it was the gardener, she said, "Sir, if thou have borne Him hence, tell me where thou hast laid Him, and I will take Him away."......  But now in His own familiar voice Jesus said to her, "Mary." Now she knew that it was not a stranger who was addressing her, and turning she saw before her the living Christ. In her joy she forgot that He had been crucified. Springing toward Him, as if to embrace His feet, she said, "Rabboni." But Christ raised His hand, saying, Detain Me not; "for I am not yet ascended to My Father: but go to My brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto My Father, and your Father; and to My God, and your God." And Mary went her way to the disciples with the joyful message."  {DA 790} 

What a great lesson I learned from Mary, as I lay thinking of that story last night, which took place so long ago.

Mary's eyes had been so dimmed with tears, that she could not even see her dear Lord's face....  Her heart so stricken with grief, that she could not discern His voice....

How often, I, like Mary, let things dim the view of My dear Jesus' face. Sorrow, Guilt, trials...

I am sure I'm not alone.

Why don't we just look up, and let Jesus wipe our tears? He ever stands beside us, longing to take us by the hand, and whisper to us of His love...

Oh when will I look up, and listen for His promise... And believe? 



"God would not have us remain pressed down by dumb sorrow, with sore and breaking hearts. He would have us look up and behold His dear face of love. The blessed Saviour stands by many whose eyes are so blinded by tears that they do not discern Him. He longs to clasp our hands, to have us look to Him in simple faith, permitting Him to guide us. His heart is open to our griefs, our sorrows, and our trials. He has loved us with an everlasting love and with loving-kindness compassed us about. We may keep the heart stayed upon Him and meditate upon His loving-kindness all the day. He will lift the soul above the daily sorrow and perplexity, into a realm of peace.  {MB 12.2}  


Saturday, August 24, 2013

Blessed Silence....

I asked God,  "Why?"

But all that came to my pierced and breaking heart, was...

Silence.

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Sometimes our questions have no answers now. But even still, we may trust Him. When the path grows dim, and clouds gather, and we just don't understand why we must go through this valley.

God understands.

And He is always right there. 

Even though it pains His heart, He sees beyond today, and knows that silence must be our portion.

And though the thorns may pierce my feet..

God listens, and longs to hear me sing.




"Once I heard a song of sweetness, As it cleft the morning air, Sounding in its blest completeness, Like a tender, pleading prayer; And I sought to find the singer, Whence the wondrous song was borne; And I found a bird, sore wounded, Pinioned by a cruel thorn.

I have seen a soul in sadness, While its wings with pain were furl'd, Giving hope, and cheer and gladness That should bless a weeping world And I knew that life of sweetness, Was of pain and sorrow borne, And a stricken soul was singing, With its heart against a thorn.

Ye are told of One who loved you, Of a Savior crucified, Ye are told of nails that pinioned, And a spear that pierced His side; Ye are told of cruel scourging, Of a Savior bearing scorn, And He died for your salvation, With His brow against a thorn.

Ye "are not above the Master." Will you breathe a sweet refrain? And His grace will be sufficient, When your heart is pierced with pain. Will you live to bless His loved ones, Tho' your life be bruised and torn, Like the bird that sang so sweetly, With its heart against a thorn?"
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Joy on the Journey

Pressing forward I will go,
E'en through the pain,
His joy to show.

I may ne'er know the answers why,
'til Canaan bright,
I  enter with happy sigh.

But still I'll sing the victor's song 'til then,
of this paths end,
only my dear Lord knows when.

Oh, but the day I see His face,
joys bounds will know no end,
in confidence, I quicken my pace!

So soon at His feet, I shall be there,
and what joy I have here below,
in His sufferings to share!







Sunday, August 4, 2013

This little light....

What a blessing it was being a counselor at YD this last month! I learned so much, and was blessed over and over! I thought you might like to see some of the pictures I got while I was there. I didn't get many, and they aren't the best quality, but at least you get a little taste! =)

Although I didn't get any pictures of it, I was privileged to assist in the canvassing class the second week of camp! It was lots of fun, but a little scary as well! I worked on the ferry that crosses Lake Roosevelt, for three days, 3 hours a day, with younger kids with me who were canvassing for the first time, who were scared to death! It was amazing how many books we got out together though, in just a short amount of time! God is so good! 

           This was my unit the first week of camp. Jeanelle and I had the "Morning Stars" unit both weeks, which was fun!



I'm pretty sure this picture was of lunch! The food was always awesome!


    Harmony, writing campograms during quiet time. (do you notice the pretty green duck tape in the background? Mrs.Evert called the girls in my tent, "The duck tape queens"lol! YD is raising money for new tents, that the whole unit can fit in for next year!)



Gabby and Jenna during quiet time.

A butterfly came to visit my corner of the tent during quiet time. The girls thought it was funny that I never ended up taking a nap like I said I would every quite time! lol


I pressed this little bouquet of flowers that one of the girls picked for me, and put on my pillow. Such a sweetie! =)

The "Morning Stars" unit the second week of camp.

It was so much fun to get campograms in my mailbox! But it was really fun to write them too! =)

It was so hard to say goodbye! Everyone seemed to have their own way of creating "Take home" memories from camp.


A goodbye hug from Mackenzie in a picture! Such sweet girl!


Julianna and I. She is such a sweet girl too! 

Jeanelle and I, laying in the grass, waiting for our girls to show up! She was such a great Co-counselor!

For the  Counselor rally/retreat after camp, Kezzia put together a very interesting progressive walk, that eventually led us down to the lake, where there was a zip line that was wrapped around a tree at one end, and the other was tied to the dug out canoe, which was anchored to the bottom of the lake! It was a contraption that looked rather scary to me, but after a few had gone, I got up my courage, and swung out, clinging to the rope for dear life, over the cliff, into the water below. It was actually quite fun! =) Ted  only let a few of us do it, as our time was limited, and it had taken longer than they thought it would to set it all up. I ended up being the last one they let take the jump, so I was glad I actually got up the courage when I did! Once we were in the water, we were supposed to swim out by the dug out canoe, and untie an oar from a tangled mess of oars! It was so fun! I ended up getting one for my co-counselor too! Once everyone had fetched their oars, most of us jumped in canoes or kayaks, and oared our way across the lake. Some swam, which took a little while! I believe it is around a mile across! By the time we had all made it to the other side, the sun was beginning to set, making a beautiful scene for us to enjoy as we roasted Hot dogs around a campfire, and topped that off with our hearts content of the best Ice cream I think I've ever had! =P 

Mr. Evert drove a car to the other side, and picked some of us up to go back home. But some of us had to take the canoes and Kayaks back across the lake. I decided to take one of the canoes back, and Heidi jumped aboard with me. It was just awesome going back across the lake!!! The sunset was so pretty! There was a little storm brewing though. We could see a sheet of rain coming our direction, and the waves were pretty good size, which made it kinda hard to row. But the scene was just awesome! It was getting darker, and as we went, we noticed a little light on the Evert's Hill, somewhere on the other side of the lake. We pointed the canoe in that direction, but the the light suddenly disappeared behind a tree, and we couldn't see it anymore! The light was little, but it had been a comforting guide to us anyways. As we continued to battle the waves, as it was getting darker out on the lake, I thought about my own little spiritual light, and how many times it may have been an encouragement to someone out somewhere, on a storm tossed wave, who was guided and comforted by my little light, and  I didn't even realize I was being a guide to them. And  I thought of how many times I might have been careless to let it go out, or grow dim...   They were very solemn thoughts to me.    

I was reminded of a study I had done on light that past week, and one of the passages especially came to mind: 

"Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the LORD is risen upon thee. For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people: but the LORD shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee. And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising."  Isaiah 60: 1-3

How exciting it is that I have the privilege of being a light in this dark world, that even the princes, and kings of the earth will come to the brightness which the Lord has put within my heart! I vowed out there in that canoe, upon the stormy waves, that I would never let my little light grow dim, or go out... because though I may know it not, there are many out in the stormy world, who are guided and comforted by my little light!

Will you also let your light shine, wherever you may be?




Thursday, June 27, 2013

Of Jesus, And the Blessing of 20 years

It was quite a few mornings ago, that I found this in my devotions. It really caused me to stop and think, and it hasn't escaped my mind since. I had 3 other girls in my room with me, two on the bed, and one sharing the floor with me. It was the morning we were leaving for Alaska on our Mission experience.

Still cuddled up in my sleeping bag, I picked up my Bible from the floor beside me, and aimlessly turned the pages. My Bible has little titles for each chapter, and sometimes in between chapters. I stopped in Romans, and the title there caught my eye, so there I decided to read. I started in the 4th chapter, and it was so good, that I just kept reading, oblivious of how many chapters I was reading, until I got to the 7th chapter. And especially there it was that the verses seemed to literally jump off the page, as the words in verse 4 burned its truth into the very secret corners of my heart.

This passage is longer than most blog readers would usually like to see, but please don't skim over it. It really is worth reading, and not just that, but digesting too! =)

"Know ye not, brethren, (for I speak to them that know the law,) how that the law hath  dominion over a man as long as he liveth?  For the woman which hath an husband is bound by the law to her husband so long as he liveth; but if the husband be dead, she is loosed from the law of her husband. So then if, while her husband liveth, she be married to another man, she shall be called an adulteress: but if her husband be dead, she is free from that law; so that she is no adulteress, though she be married to another man.Wherefore, my brethren, ye also are become dead to the law by the body of Christ; that ye should be married to another, even to him who is raised from the dead, that we should bring forth fruit unto God." Romans 7:1-4

That was just an un-thought of thought to my mind! Every time I sin, I am committing Adultery against my dear Savior.... Could it really be true? I sat dazed looking out at the rising sun that was bathing the room in light.

How could he love me still?

Because He sacrificed everything for me...

He sees a potential in me to be His beautiful, pure bride, who will never let Him down.

He loves me.

Do I love Him?


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Two days ago, 20 years of life passed into history. God has blessed me beyond measure!

With joy, trials, victory, laughter, tears, friends, family, and the list goes on. It has been a beautiful journey with the Lord. There have been the most beautiful roses along the way, even though the thorns may prick  at times, it makes me stop to notice the smallest details of beauty.

And as my journey continues, there is less and less room for anything else but Jesus. I want to be His bride... I want His smile to be upon me. I want to have an infinite connection with my dearest friend. I want to stop committing adultery with Jesus. I want to lay aside everything that separates us, and walk forever close by His side.... I want that to be EVERYTHING that matters....

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Thank you, to all my family and friends for the Birthday wishes! Each one of you are very special to me, and I thank the Lord for the blessing each one of you have been in my life! Really, thank you is hardly enough... I am so beyond blessed!

Friday, May 31, 2013

Simple Trust. True Affection. Faithfulness.

I know I'll miss them....

I just spent my last day baby sitting little Annalise and Brendan yesterday. I've spent the last 5 months watching them off and on.

What a joy it was spending time with those two! I got to spend a few hours every week being a kid again!

Catching bugs and making a new world for them in a canning jar. Swinging together. Playing hide-and-go-seek. Picking flowers. Blowing at Dandelion seeds, and giggling together as we watched them blow this way and that - just to mention a few of our little adventures! And oh the joy of the sound of their sweet laughter!

                        (I had better pictures, but they got deleted somehow. =(  Have to enjoy the more simple ones I guess!)

I'll never forget that day Brendan came walking into the kitchen while I was cutting out a paper doll with Anna, and he said slowly, “Cortney.....” “What?” I said, looking up briefly to see him looking down at the floor shyly. He walked over to me and whispered “I love you!"



Oh the simple trust, and so true affection of a child!

I want that simple child-likeness in my relationship with Jesus.

I want my world to be all about Him...

And not a stitch about me.

They hugged me at the door, and smothered me in kisses before I left.... I felt so sad to be saying goodbye, for perhaps the last time. As we pulled out of the driveway, I turned to see little 2-year old Anna, with her blankie waving at the door through the rain... I waved, and smiled at the sight of her. There is a different achy, empty feeling in my heart too, when I realize that this dear family could be different. 'What more could I do dear Lord? I just wish they could come to the full light of what serving you is all about.'

I know they will forever be in my prayers, and on my heart.... And that maybe somehow, they will remember me... not because of what I may have done or said.... but I hope they will remember... I hope they would have seen something different about me.... Jesus.

I'm gonna try my best (though the business of life often keeps my head spinning) to keep in touch with them through one of my favorite forms of communication, letter writing. And I hope that somehow, someday soon, they will come to know and serve Jesus in a higher way.... that they too might walk the narrow road, on the way to victory, and heaven and Jesus at last.

Oh to make a true difference in the lives of those around me....

Oh that Jesus would shine through me more gloriously.

Help me to love and trust You more simply.... as a child.

To be ever Faithful...

In that which may seem to be the little things of life.






"Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein." Mark 10:15 

Friday, April 26, 2013

My Word... "It shall not return unto Me Void..."


It doesn’t even seem real…. I haven’t written anything here for over 2 months! My poor deserted blog! =P

Well, perhaps I have a reason, or some might call it an excuse. I am usually very annoyed by the word excuse…  But this one I’m not ashamed of a bit! =)

For the last over a month, I have been living one of my dreams! I have been CANVASSING!

It was AMAZING! 

Better than I could have ever imagined….

Most of my close friends and family know very well that I had dreamed of Canvassing…. For some time I kept it in the silence of my own heart, but I soon couldn’t keep the dream to myself anymore, everyone I talked to knew about it! And as I learned to wait on God for the time He would make the dream a reality, (even though it was very, very hard to wait) I learned that it had strengthened me for those wonderful 20 some, days of Canvassing.

It was a Thursday, my first day, I sat in the van going over and over my canvass, trying to make those words stick in my mind in an organized fashion…. I’ve never been the best at memorizing. It was torture for me to sit there in the stuffy van, repeating over and over my stumbled canvass to one of my leaders…. And watching the others out there working! I think David could see my silent frustration, and decided to let me shadow one of the Canvassers. I was so happy at his decision!!

So out of the van I scrambled, with my wrinkled Canvass in hand, promising to work on it as I walked.

I tagged along with Esther, hearing her say the Canvass over and over, watching the way she worked, it was amazing! But there was one thing that scared me… like big time! We were working businesses, like everything from restaurants, to Dollar stores, to big banks, hair salons, along with the parking lots. I hid behind her most of the time… or at least I tried to…

By the time lunch time came around, everyone had gathered back in the van, and everyone started eating, I realized, “Oh, I guess I was supposed to bring a lunch!” Nobody told me I was supposed to pack a lunch! Lol

David seeing my predicament gave me his little lunch box filled with rice and curry, and said “Here, eat this!” I was so embarrassed! I didn’t want to take it, but finally gave in after a little argument! He drove to taco bell and ordered some lunch there for himself, and then joined us at the table. After I was done with my donated lunch, I rushed to use the restroom, and had a little talk with God….

“Why am I here God?! I can NEVER canvass those businesses on my own, they scare me to death and I‘m not even the one talking! I have just stumbled all day… I can’t memorize my Canvass, and I didn’t even know I needed to pack a lunch, and ate someone else’s! I don’t understand all this God, but I know one thing, you are going to have to help me through this long Month, ‘cause I truly don’t know how I’m gonna make it!”

Oh the memories of that first day! =)

The next day, Friday, I was canvassing on my own! No it wasn’t businesses yet, but it was apartments….  It was a rainy, cold, windy day. I slopped through puddles with my very un-waterproof 9 dollar shoes, that were fast filling with water…

But the Lord put a song in my heart, and a smile on my face!

I was working with Kayla that day who was also Canvassing for the first time, and God gave me the strength to have a cheerful spirit, and so we were able to encourage each other! I remember saying as we stood under a tree waiting for pick-up, “We just need to learn to dance in the rain! (and the puddles too)” 

I wish I didn’t have to worry about writing long blog posts, as I would tell you about the  lady who had just been in a car accident, who ended up buying the “Peace above the storm”. Or of the parents of an autistic son, who didn’t have the money for anything, (they lived in a very poor neighborhood) but were almost brought to tears when I gave them “My friend Jesus”. Or of the lady who poured out her life story of pain at her door, and how tears streamed down her face when I prayed with her and gave her a “Happiness Digest”  (Steps to Christ)  Or of the Mother and daughter who were just trying to figure out how they were going to pay rent for the tiny little apartment they called home, and how they invited me in out of the cold and rain, (unlike their more wealthy neighbors had done) how they gave me a pair of old leather gloves when they had felt how cold my hands were when I grasped theirs to pray. How their hearts overflowed with thankfulness when I handed them a “Peace above the storm”. Or of the little girl who wanted a “My friend Jesus” but her Mommy had no money… and to see her dance about with joy when I gave it to her! Or of the day I sold nothing before lunch, and how I cried between doors, swallowed hard and wiped my tears at the door and somehow blurted out my canvass….. But then how a few doors later I met a sweet 93 year old lady, and how she longed to be out in the spring sunshine like me… I handed her the flowers I had stooped to pick when I was getting over my tears. I had stuck them in my bag for a reason, only God knew about! She just sat and stared at them, with a twinkle in her eyes… I talked to her all about the joy of Heaven… how she would see the little boy of hers there again that had died when just a baby. We made a commitment to meet in heaven, her and I. And I don’t plan on disappointing her! When I walked out of that door, I skipped down the sidewalk with joy! I hadn't had a better day! 

Oh I could go on and on! Canvassing was just so amazing! There is nothing quite like being so weak that you plead for strength from on high, and then stand back to watch Him work Miracle after Miracle!

By the way, I just wanted to say to you….

If you are waiting on God for a dream to be fulfilled in your life… and it seems impossible, or you feel like it will never happen….

Just keep waiting!

You will be happy you did in the end!

I promise!

This became one of my top favorite verses as I was Canvassing, and it still remains as one of them…

“For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater:  So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper  in the thing whereto I sent it.” Isaiah 55: 9-11

I don’t know about you, but to me, that is just a beautiful promise!

And His promises will never fail!

As I wonder what His plans are for me next, I am hanging on this promise, knowing that His thoughts are higher than mine, His ways are more beautiful than I could ever imagine, His word shall not return unto Him void, but shall accomplish that which He pleases!

And as I wait for His all knowing, perfect plan, He’s strengthening me for the days ahead…

And I hope Canvassing is a part of His plans!

 (But I know I’ll love whatever He has in store! ;) 


              
                                                                The Team! 
                                               (With the Publishing Director on the right)


Worship with the Alabama Conference leaders.


The all laid hands on us, and prayed. It was powerful!



Sunday, February 17, 2013

And He Waits... For Me.


I had just finished watching a series of Mission story video’s. I sat there staring out the window, into the bright Sunshine.

‘I wonder why I’m still waiting? I want to do big things for God! I wonder if He’s forgotten about me.’

And so went my one sided conversation with God.

But then He broke in, with  a startling statement…

‘I’m waiting too, my child……
on you.’

'Huh? How could that be? You’re waiting for me?'

'But I thought I was waiting for you!'

'I’m waiting for you to trust me, to have faith in me through the grey days, just as you do through the bright ones. I’m waiting for you to surrender all of your plans, that I may work out my own. I’m waiting for you to be content, and faithful with the “Small” work I have given you for now. I'm waiting for you, to wait patiently for me, knowing my timing is perfect. Only I know when you are ready.  I’m waiting for you to seek me with all your heart. I'm waiting to open the way for you…I’m waiting for you to step into the “red sea”….’

He is waiting for me to have faith, and believe in His promises.

(And I'm learning that the words Believe, and Faith, are words filled with action!)

The almighty God, waiting on me… What a sobering thought!

And here I thought I was waiting for Him!

‘Oh Lord, please teach me what I need to learn….
and oh, may I not keep you waiting!’




“Trust in the LORD, and do good; [so] shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.  Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring [it] to pass. And he shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light, and thy judgment as the noonday. Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him…” Psalms 37: 3-7

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Be Still, My Daughter...

When I read these words in my Inbox this morning, it seemed they were written just for me...

But maybe they're for you too.

Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!
Nor deem these days--these waiting days--as ill!
The One who loves thee best, who plans thy way,
Hath not forgotten thy great need today!
And, if He waits, 'tis sure He waits to prove
To thee, His tender child, His heart's deep love.
Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!
Thou longest much to know thy dear Lord's will!
While anxious thoughts would almost steal their way
Corrodingly within, because of His delay
Persuade thyself in simple faith to rest
That He who knows and loves, will do the best.
Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!
Nor move one step, not even one, until
His way hath opened. Then, ah then, how sweet!
How glad thy heart, and then how swift thy feet
Thy inner being then, ah then, how strong!
And waiting days not counted long.
Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!
What higher service could'st thou for Him fill?
'Tis hard! ah yes! But choicest things must cost!
For lack of losing all how much is lost!
'Tis hard, 'tis true! But then--He giveth grace
To count the hardest spot the sweetest place.
~J.D. Smith





"Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD. " Psalms 27:14

Oh Lord, give me the strength to wait on Thee..... 




Friday, January 25, 2013

The Theme of Heavens Song...


Just thought I'd share this simple little poem I wrote a few nights ago. May it bless you in some way! =)

The Theme of Heavens Song

Does the time to wait seem long,
Have you, in this darkness lost your song?

Have your feet grown weary,
The path to the cross become dreary?

Do your small efforts seem in vain,
As all around, you only see more pain?

Do your eyes become blurred with tears,
As the days go by and form into years?

Do the thorns pierce your brow,
And, you just want it all to end somehow?

Let me share what the Lord just said;
I too was weary, but this He gave as rested I my head.

“Behold, the lamb of God!” Let your heart be still,
Again pore over redemption's story, it with wonder your heart fill.

See Him as a babe, in a humble cattle stall,
Though from glory He came, the Lord of all.

Watch him grow through those years as a child,
His Fathers son so meek, tender and mild.

Follow Him there into the wilderness, see Him tempted sore,
Watch with wonder as He, that old deceiver gains the victor O’er.

Walk by His side down those dusty, rocky paths, as He, at His Father’s command,
Heals the sick, feeds the hungry, clothes the naked, raises the dead with the touch of His hand.

Sit with Him there on the Mount, listen to His words, how to over evil win,
Watch miracle after miracle, look into those longing eyes, to set at liberty each captive of Sin.

Kneel with Him there on the damp ground that dark and terrible night in the garden of Gethsemane,
See the blood from His brow pour, watch Him almost die under the load of the sins, of you and of me…

Sit with Him there in haughty pilot’s court, feel the stinging hatred, hear the their mocking cry,
See Him standing there, with tear filled eyes looking upon them as they shouted, “Crucify!”

Walk with Him, down Jerusalem’s long street, see the mocking crowd, upon Him spit,
Let those  words from His fainting lips, "Father forgive" to your very own heart hit.

See Him hanging there, bleeding, thirsting, dying, upon Calvary's Cross,
Hear those trembling words, "It is finished" His suffering He counted not a loss.

And then your heart shall sing again the song,
Though the night be dark, shall not seem long.

Though with the chains of men you may be bound,
The earth shall quake, and tremble at the sound!

Then those weary, far and near, will join the refrain,
And all heaven, with harp and voice will do the same.

And as this Gospels melody, fills your journey down this path so long,
You will fill all heaven with joy; Yes you will be theme of Heaven's song!