Saturday, June 26, 2010

The Divine Archer

                                                                                                              Psalm 46:10


                                      
    
                                                   
"Patience is more than endurance. A saint's life is in the hands of God like a bow and arrow in the hands of an archer. God is aiming at something the saint cannot see, and He stretches and strains, and every now and again the saint says - "I cannot stand anymore." God does not heed, He goes on stretching till His purpose is in sight, then He lets fly. Trust yourself in God's hands. Maintain your relationship to Jesus Christ by the patience of faith. "Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him."                                                      -Oswald Chambers

 

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Jesus I am resting


Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
And Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole.

O, how great Thy loving kindness,
Vaster, broader than the sea!
O, how marvelous Thy goodness,
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in Thee, Belov├Ęd,
Know what wealth of grace is Thine,
Know Thy certainty of promise,
And have made it mine.

Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings:
Thine is love indeed!

Ever lift Thy face upon me
As I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory,
Sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Fill me with Thy grace.

Jesus I am resting, resting 
In the joy of what Thou art
I am finding out the greatness 
Of Thy loving heart.

                           Jean S. Pigott

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Trust Me My Child...


"Trust Me, My child," He says.

"Trust Me with a fuller abandon than you ever have before. Trust Me, as minute succeeds minute, every day of your life, for as long as you live. And if you become conscious of anything hindering  our  relationship, do not hurt Me by turning away from Me. Draw all the closer to Me, come, run to Me. Allow Me to hide you, to protect you, even from yourself. Tell Me your deepest cares, your every trouble. Trust Me to keep My hand upon you. I will never leave you. I will shape you, mold you, and perfect you. Do not fear, O child of My love, do not fear.
I love you."
-Amy Carmichael

Friday, June 18, 2010

The Greater Light


"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."  Romans 8:28
     The Greater Light
(Based on a true story told by Patricia St. John)

Mikhail was but a shepherd lad
Who watched the flocks by day
Among the hills of Lebanon
He worked and lived and played

One day while wandering idly
His sheep grazing nearby
He spotted something smooth and bright
And with a curious cry

He stooped, was it a pebble?
He took it in his hand
Then suddenly the world went black
He could no longer stand

A searing pain! Oh agony!
He heard the people run
He heard their voices, muffled cries
He wondered what He'd done

The fog of pain went on and on
For days he did not know
Was it the day? Or was it night?
From whence had come the blow?

And when at last his mind had cleared
He found it'd been a bomb
His hand was maimed for life it seemed
They said his sight was gone

 How could it be? He could not live!
No hope? He longed to die.
Though many came to comfort him
He let them all pass by

Within His corner by the wall
He moped through endless hours
And though his parents did their best
They found that all their powers

Were useless, through the constant pain
And maiming blinding loss
And so he spent the endless hours
Shut-in, confined, and cross.

One day two women came, their words
At last reached through his gloom
He listened half bewilderedly
Within the inner room

But they were offering him a place
At blind school in Beirut
They wondered if he'd like to come
They knew his case would suit

He thought of nothing else, then on
And though he spoke no word
The time passed on and he succumbed
By this his hope was lured

He'd try it. "Take me there." he said
He had nothing to lose
His parents quickly packed to go
This was such joyful news!

They took him to the headmaster
Who knew quite well his fate
He sadly gravely shook his head
And said, "You've come too late."

Our school is full, we have no room
This makes me very sad
I wish you'd come a bit sooner
He shook his head "too bad."

But he'd misjudged this quiet boy
Who suddenly cried out
"You promised sir, Oh please make room.
Your word we did not doubt."

"Oh please make room, give me a chance!"
He wept most bitterly
He begged and pleaded, "Oh, sir, please."
He had to make him see!

The master paused, then kindly said
"Alright, my desperate lad.
We'll fit you in, I don't know how.
But your place will be had."

And so began a way of life
That brought new hope and joy
He learned to read and how to weave
As well as any boy

The years passed on, one eve' at hall
When all were gathered there
For bible reading, singing hymns
For sharing and for prayer

The speaker asked if any boy
Would like to share a word
The room was silent, Mikhail rose
The boys, expectant, stirred.

With face aglow in simple words He spoke

"I thank God for my blindness for without it, I would never have known the Light of the world."

May I too accept God's ways without question for His ways are perfect and the end of those ways is light.

                                                                                                       ---Rachael Lofgren

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

So few years...

  "We are given so few years on this earth, and there are so many good things that get in the way of the best things. We must live for eternity."                          
                                                                                                                     ---Paul Washer

Monday, June 14, 2010

When God Says No

"For I know the plans I have for you," says the LORD. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." Jeremiah 29:11

When God Says No

The wait seems so long, and so weary the road
I've prayed, and I've pleaded for light and reprieve
I've wondered and waited and hoped yet again
My Father says "ask", but why don't I receive?

And then through the silence and questions I hear
A gentle voice speaking, my Father bends low
And whispers "My child, be still, trust My love.
For reasons you know not, My answer is No."

At first I am stunned, I can't comprehend
Oh Lord you said no?  But Lord when will it end?
The pain is so wearing, the loss seems so great
My Father is this truly what you would send?

"My child, will you trust Me? I choose only good
Though painful the moment, the harvest will bring
A host of new treasures, both precious and rare
A heart that is nearer the heart of your King

A deeper relationship comes through the pain
A faith that is stronger, a love you have proved
My child, the hour of trial is here, 
But will you just trust Me or beg Me remove

This way I have chosen?" Nay Lord, I will trust
I'm yielded, whatever You've chosen is best
I don't understand it, but still I will wait
Lord give me the grace to stand strong through the test

So aching and weary, So great the unknown
But still I will trust, though I feel so alone
You are God of the Universe King of all kings
Though the storm may be raging You're still on the throne

"Come rest in My arms, come find peace in My love
Lay down all these burdens too heavy for you
The God of all comfort, I'll shepherd you still
My child, I love you. I will see you through.

                                                   ---Rachael Lofgren

Friday, June 11, 2010

Couldn't resist...

This little guy was so cute I couldn't resist sharing him...(We visited an animal park this afternoon and though he was a bit skittish we were able to get several really fun shots.)

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Take a deep Breath!

     "Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed. Commit thy way unto the Lord; Trust also in Him; and HE shall bring it to pass.
REST IN THE LORD, and wait patiently for Him: fret not thyself... those that wait upon the Lord, they shall inherit the earth."
                                                                                                                                                ~ Psalm 37:3, 5, 7a & 9b
   
 


Take a Deep Breath!

My little brother was supposed to be taking a nap, but with his boundless energy this was a rather daunting process. "Take a few deep breaths." My Mom coached. Several seconds later I heard energetic panting coming from the bed. At that moment it struck me. How often I am like this!

 Too often when I should simply be "napping" in the security of my Father's love and care I am tossing restlessly over petty problems, the future, or what I am going to do to solve something I am facing. Then when He kindly steps in and says "I have it under control, take a deep breath girl." I find myself panting "Lord am I resting the right way? Is this how you do it?"  It's too easy to think we've given our problems to Him and then take them back again. After all He'll take care of it, but...maybe I should help Him out a bit. Or if it's not that, how about the worry of whether you are really resting or not?  Let go, Relax and Trust that what He says is what He means. Then that burden of anxiety is lifted and a big sigh of relief  comes quite naturally! "Take a deep breath." He is in control and we can rest in His unchanging love no matter what we face or where we are!


Friday, June 4, 2010

The Wonder of Waves


Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them. 
                                                            Psalm 89:9
 The Wonder of Waves

How awesome are the waves in their roaring,
The swelling and thundering tide;
The crash and the power of their surges,
As on, ever shoreward they ride.

The sparkle of sunshine on water,
All dancing, it's dazzling light;
It breaks in great washes of bubbles,
So tiny and foamy and white.

Then sweeping back out in the current,
Of windswept azure, green and gray,
They mingle with shoreward swept brothers;
And are lost in the roar and the spray.
                                       ---Rachael Lofgren