I Didn't See the Do Not Cross Sign

All I can really say at this point is that I believe you, Lord. I believe what you said that if I would only believe I would see the glory of God. I believe and I am walking by faith and not by sight. But I have to tell you that everything that I see in the flesh with these two weak eyes is telling me that there is no hope and all is lost. Everything that I see with these two weak and weeping eyes is that there is no love for me and nobody really cares about how I am feeling or, much less, what is happening here, right now for me and to me. Yes, I can feel like a victim which I swore that I would never do or never be. Why at this late hour of my life do I feel like I could drown in a sorrow that is deeper than any river...deeper than any ocean? And in this state of solitude and absolute loneliness why do I feel that I really don't want to talk to anybody and at the same time I want to scream at the top of my voice...Help me? Why is it that I feel no one can? A Pastor once told me that he heard within his spirit that this was an issue between me and God and that he was told to not. Somebody please tell me why does that sound so wrong right now in this time of trouble?

I need to know you, Lord. I need to know what is this terrible place that I have stumbled unknowingly into where there is no help from mankind? What barrier did I cross that I didn't know that I was not supposed to cross? I'm sorry, Lord, but I did not see the DO NOT CROSS sign. And now that I have crossed this hidden and secret place why do I feel myself sinking quickly in this quicksand? I'm sorry, Lord, I did not see the DO NOT CROSS sign.

So I ask you to forgive me, oh Lord, for all of my imperfections. Forgive me for wanting to serve you in any way possible and for having eyes that really see the pain of others and a desire to speak for those that can not speak for themselves, the old folks, the children, the battered and abused. Fogive me for appreciating your goodness and wanting to speak boldly of your grace and your mercy to those that don't know you and haven't been able to find you. Forgive me for wanting to share the truth of the gospel. The same gospel that testifies to your healing, restoring and providing power. Forgive me Lord because I love you and I know that somebody needs to know just who exactly you are.

And because I know that you have forgiven me for saying, "Yes, Lord!" it really is time for me to say thank you. Thank for holding my hand when I didn't know which way to go or which way was right and how come. Thank you for being my eyes to see this incredible journey that I am in the midst of because I know that you will never leave me or forsake me even when it is dark and the mystery is beyond my understanding.

Debi Mason, Author

Spoken Word Ministries

On Growing Older and Intercessory Prayer

In ten days I will celebrate another birthday. Another year has flown by at what seems like record speed. Believe me, I am oh so grateful for these years of my life. Like so many of us, I should not be here to tell the story nor to give the praise. It is still amazing to me that I was saved by the Lord’s favor and generous grace upon my life. He truly did not have to do it but he did and I can say that I am experiencing a love like no other at this hour.

These are some hard times for some. The economy is in the dumpster and as I grow older the world seems to be so full uncertainty. I would be lying if I said that there were not days that I have to turn it all off because, if I let it, ABC, NBC, CNN and CBS would truly be happy to rob me of my joy. It is just too much. I see the pictures of hunger, and lack and just about every mental illness imaginable and I have to shake my head and lift up a praise and say that I am grateful that I know a man and his name is Jesus. Funny, but as the years pass, I don't seem to feel that I am helpless to do anything about it any more. All of this bad news miraculously is positioning me on my knees to pray for those that don't know the risen Lord. I know that prayer is indeed the answer to all things so for complete strangers I pray that chains be broken, burdens lifted, eyes opened, minds regulated, ears cleared, grace granted and for anointing to fall.

Everyday more and more people, young and old, are running to the alter and begging for answers and wondering in the depths of their spirits what it is that they must do to be saved. The desire for salvation is great and the call to worship is loud. If I have one birthday desire this year it is that all Saints around the world will recognize that they are beacons of light shinning as examples to the lost in a very dark world. We are His emissaries, ambassadors and we speak boldly of His love, His grace and mercy. We must stand with fellow believers and proclaim the truth of the Word and vow to never be ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

So on this birthday, I know that somebody is watching to see how I make it through these times when nothing of this world is giving up any answers to the whys and how comes of life. To tell you the truth, I have come of age to know exactly what is meant by " Matthew 6:33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you." I would be lying here as well if I said that I don't have concerns and that everything is tremendously wonderful in my life right now. But as I stand on the truth of the Word of God. I look around and I can't help but pray and by doing so my prayer life is strengthened and lengthened. And because my prayer life has been refreshed, my faith has been increased and my gratitude is sincere.

To God be all glory and praise.

Debi Mason, Author

Spoken Word Ministries - The Oby House

ARIZONA CLAY: A journey toward deliverance

I know of dreams. Dreams are that child-like substance that propels me forward. Keeps me breathing. If I didn’t have a dream I would cease to be and I truly believe that I would grow old and dried up over night. Through God’s grace and wondrous working power, a dream that was once yellowed like an old photograph of a long ago childhood has now been restored to its original vibrant color and texture.

“With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible” (Matthew 19:26 KJV)
You see, I believe that all prayers are answered. God placed a dream in my spirit and if He had not intended for that dream to come true that seed of hope, that seed of faith, would not be in me. Nourished by the depth of my praise and my unfaltering belief that my prayers are heard, this marvelous thing finally buds and springs forth into the world.

“This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh” (Genesis 2:23KJV)
Each and every morning as I greet the dawn, I too hear that wee small voice that nudges me to take yet one more step. For the first time in my life I am full and complete. I fit into time and space. Finally this round peg has been eased into a round hole and is not being pounded down to fit into a square hole that is much too small.

Every tear cried and every song that was long ago sung suddenly makes sense and everything becomes clear. The battles that were fought and the many times when all I could do was stand still suddenly have meaning because my dream is being realized.

Dreams have carried me through time and space with an anointing that lit the dark spaces of reality. Am I too old to still carry a dream? Am I too old to have hope? I think not. That is like saying that I am too old to breathe. God told me a while back that it ain’t over until He says that it is over. And until He says it is over I will hold on with all my strength and all of my might to this precious thing; my dream. Dreams, hope, and faith are the three sisters that motivate me at this hour.

God has worked out much of my own salvation and deliverance as I relived the drama of my life over and over again on each and every page.

All of the family photos and pictures from my childhood adventures were all lost as the years passed and in the great flood of hurricane Katrina. The devil tried to take any documentation that said we as a family were here but I still have the memories. I only pray that the memories that are kept in my mind will come forth in truth and someone will be inspired to seek the Lord through them.

He is with me on this journey of a lifetime. This is my dream. This is my gift. This is my song.

To God be the glory. Amen.
Debi Mason, San Diego, California, USA
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