When are you just going to say that enough is enough and start to take back all that is rightfully yours?
When are you going to look the devil in the eye and say that you know his lies and now you also know that the only thing stopping you really is you?
When are you going to say no, devil, you can’t have my house.
No, devil, you can’t have my car.
No, devil, you can’t have my husband, my daughter or my son.
No, devil, you cannot have my anointing and you are a liar and I cast you right back to the pit of hell where you belong.
When will you understand completely that the devil is a defeated foe?
When are you just going to say that enough is enough?
When are your going to realize that dream that you’ve been dreaming for years is more than a possibility, it is a real reality that is all yours today, now, this minute?
When will you get to the point that you are fed up with doing without and still saying to folks God will supply all of your needs according to his riches in glory?When are you dear saint going to realize that God will supply all of your needs TOO and is waiting to bless you TOO exceedingly and abundantly above all that you could ever ask or think?
When are you going to understand that as God lays the path before you your feet have to move in order for you to travel that road?
When does it get to the point that where you know you have to get out of the boat in order to answer his request for you to come?
When will you stop thinking that other folks know more than you about this walk with Christ? It don’t matter if they were saved fifty years ago or only just yesterday because it is by divine revelation that we speak and edify and, oh yeah, preach?
When will you understand that somebody does indeed need to know what you know, what you know, what you know?
When will you stop saying that I am but a child and go where he sends you to do the work that he has commanded of you to do in these last and evil days?
When are you going to truly confess that Jesus is ruler over your life and that he really did die on the cross for our sins and was buried in that grave and he did get up whole in body and spirit? Oh yes, it’s real.
When will you know that you are smart enough, wise enough, gifted enough, pretty enough to do that thing that he has called you to do because you walk in Christ and he in you and since he is for you who in all of the heavens and on earth can possibly be against you? When do you get to that point that you know that you cannot fail? You are more than conqueror…don’t that sound familiar?
When is enough…enough?
(c) 2010, Debi Mason
Spoken Word Ministries, USA
http://www.spokenwordministries.net/
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wrap It Up and Give It Away!
So many thought distractions keep coming up (and that's all they are - distractions of the enemy). Thoughts like, here I am at another Christmas without any money. Here I am without a significant other but with an over-abundance of relatives that don't seem to care about this most important holiday. Why can't they be in the spirit like I am? Deck the halls and all that jazz.
Ok, so here we are. Now what? Wait a minute. What I want to know is where is the White Christmas that has been my fantasy since I was a little fat kid growing up in the 50's? Remember the movies of white people (Yes, I said it. I'm talking about the 50's here.) hustling to and fro all bundled up with their bright holiday packages and the tree tied to the top of the car? That smell of pine and cinnamon spice, candles flickering and the manger scene that is dug out year after year lest we forget the reason for the season.
What is this all about? My sister is having issues. My niece is having issues. My brothers are having issues and I am at a loss as to what to do about it. My offers of prayer with them go unheeded but I continue to pray for them and, "Good grief, Charlie Brown. What is up with that tree?"
Many of us as children couldn't make any sense out of the season other than what gift we might be getting that might end up being broken before we went back to school from winter break. Did we somehow learn to equate the insanity of it all with the celebration of the season?
So here we all are. We are adults with a whole lot of unreal expectations about this holiday. Not always are our insecurities being reflected in the amount of money we have or don't have to spend. Our true messed-up-ed-ness springs forth in our continual search for the perfect peach cobbler, the perfect Christmas goose and our on-going fantasy that this year we will indeed have that Beaver Cleaver family around the table, "can't we all just get along?" kind of day.
Underneath it all we are afraid that we are not going to get what we really want: happiness. We search and seek and pursue that illusive thing. Yet we pursue a happiness that is as much a fantasy as me looking for my White Christmas. What would happen if we let it all go? What would happen if we really believed the scripture that we are told over and over again, "Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again." (Luke 6:38 KJV) All too often this wonderful bit of scripture is used to get people to pay their tithes and offerings ONLY. What would happen if we had the kind of faith that understands this same principle applies to giving happiness on purpose? What if we flipped the script and stopped expecting to get something out of this holiday instead of giving something - friendship, love, joy, peace, happiness, time.
What would happen if we all found the creative spirit within us and discovered the myriad ways that we can make somebody else's life better? Not all of us are going to go out into the trenches to make the world a better place on a grand scale. Reachng out to another in need is still our mission on this earth, you know. I know of people that seem to have it all materially but are empty spiritually. What would happen if this Christmas we spread the happiness we find through our faith in Jesus Christ? Would we not see an increase in our own happiness, a deepening of our own faith?
Come on, Sis, write that Christmas message and send it to everybody on your email list or post on Facebook. It ain't silly. Somebody just might need to hear what you have to say. Come on, Brother, write that poem and send it out to everybody you know. Buy somebody a cup of coffee. Put some money in the red bucket in front of WalMart. Be kind, be loving, be happy. It is contagious and what you'll get back is beyond measure.
My prayer for this Christmas:
Dear Lord, I honor you with all of my praise for I realize that I am nothing without you. Release me from the burden of self. Where I fall short, lift me and deliver me. Work on my areas of unforgiveness so that you may forgive me of all of my mess. Let my brother, my sister, know that their lives do have meaning and they do have purpose. Show them words of love are important, smiles can light the darkest of darkness and transparency is essential to the development of strong relationships within our homes, our churches and on our jobs. Help us to be honest with each other and with ourselves so that we may fully understand happiness. And once we have gotten this wonderous thing called happiness, let us not hesitate to give it away. Almighty God, please strengthen this movement to keep Christ in Christmas. In Jesus' name, I pray.
Debi Mason
Spoken Word Ministries, 2009
Oakland, California, USA
Ok, so here we are. Now what? Wait a minute. What I want to know is where is the White Christmas that has been my fantasy since I was a little fat kid growing up in the 50's? Remember the movies of white people (Yes, I said it. I'm talking about the 50's here.) hustling to and fro all bundled up with their bright holiday packages and the tree tied to the top of the car? That smell of pine and cinnamon spice, candles flickering and the manger scene that is dug out year after year lest we forget the reason for the season.
What is this all about? My sister is having issues. My niece is having issues. My brothers are having issues and I am at a loss as to what to do about it. My offers of prayer with them go unheeded but I continue to pray for them and, "Good grief, Charlie Brown. What is up with that tree?"
Many of us as children couldn't make any sense out of the season other than what gift we might be getting that might end up being broken before we went back to school from winter break. Did we somehow learn to equate the insanity of it all with the celebration of the season?
So here we all are. We are adults with a whole lot of unreal expectations about this holiday. Not always are our insecurities being reflected in the amount of money we have or don't have to spend. Our true messed-up-ed-ness springs forth in our continual search for the perfect peach cobbler, the perfect Christmas goose and our on-going fantasy that this year we will indeed have that Beaver Cleaver family around the table, "can't we all just get along?" kind of day.
Underneath it all we are afraid that we are not going to get what we really want: happiness. We search and seek and pursue that illusive thing. Yet we pursue a happiness that is as much a fantasy as me looking for my White Christmas. What would happen if we let it all go? What would happen if we really believed the scripture that we are told over and over again, "Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again." (Luke 6:38 KJV) All too often this wonderful bit of scripture is used to get people to pay their tithes and offerings ONLY. What would happen if we had the kind of faith that understands this same principle applies to giving happiness on purpose? What if we flipped the script and stopped expecting to get something out of this holiday instead of giving something - friendship, love, joy, peace, happiness, time.
What would happen if we all found the creative spirit within us and discovered the myriad ways that we can make somebody else's life better? Not all of us are going to go out into the trenches to make the world a better place on a grand scale. Reachng out to another in need is still our mission on this earth, you know. I know of people that seem to have it all materially but are empty spiritually. What would happen if this Christmas we spread the happiness we find through our faith in Jesus Christ? Would we not see an increase in our own happiness, a deepening of our own faith?
Come on, Sis, write that Christmas message and send it to everybody on your email list or post on Facebook. It ain't silly. Somebody just might need to hear what you have to say. Come on, Brother, write that poem and send it out to everybody you know. Buy somebody a cup of coffee. Put some money in the red bucket in front of WalMart. Be kind, be loving, be happy. It is contagious and what you'll get back is beyond measure.
My prayer for this Christmas:
Dear Lord, I honor you with all of my praise for I realize that I am nothing without you. Release me from the burden of self. Where I fall short, lift me and deliver me. Work on my areas of unforgiveness so that you may forgive me of all of my mess. Let my brother, my sister, know that their lives do have meaning and they do have purpose. Show them words of love are important, smiles can light the darkest of darkness and transparency is essential to the development of strong relationships within our homes, our churches and on our jobs. Help us to be honest with each other and with ourselves so that we may fully understand happiness. And once we have gotten this wonderous thing called happiness, let us not hesitate to give it away. Almighty God, please strengthen this movement to keep Christ in Christmas. In Jesus' name, I pray.
Debi Mason
Spoken Word Ministries, 2009
Oakland, California, USA
Thankgiving Revisited
Thanksgiving...
In the Arizona desert there isn't much of anything but dry sand and tumble weeds and and the house built by Uncle Abram for Aunt Henrietta when they first were married.
Painted the strangest color of pink and it has a slight lean to it where the foundation has settled unevenly. Out back are miles of desert sand that stetch far to the mountains. Would you believe that the sweetest and cleanest water in all the world is pumped right out of the ground there?
Aunt Henrietta grows the most beautiful roses along with beans and squash and tall stalks of sweet corn in a well tilled stretch of land that she has fenced off. The corn alone seems to reach as high as the sky as though reaching up to heaven to thank God for the sun and that little bit of rain. Carrying heavy buckets of water from the well in the heat of the day, she has named each one of those growing, green things like they are her special little children, you know. She has even been known to talk to them, too. She tells them that it is their duty to grow tall and sweet.
Most of the food eaten came off the land way before times got hard like they are today. "Take care of God's green earth and God will take care of you.", she says. It has to be back breaking work to coax food out that hard Arizona clay but that need to grow things has become a part of the family history and tradition. Nobody has ever gone hungry as long as she has something to do with it. Aunt Henrietta lives by giving thanks to God for everything, even the things that most folks seem to take for granted. No matter what anybody asks her for she always says, "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." As a kid it would make you mad with impatience and desire for immediate satisfaction but this is one of those golden rules that stays with you throughout life. Aunt Henrietta has a whole lot of faith that the seeds she plants in that dry Arizona desert will grow into tall stalks of sweet corn or beans or squash that will feed her family. Wouldn't it be wonderful if every human being could plant a seed and grow something in the earth? It would be a way of saying thank you to God for feeding us and clothing us and taking care of all of our needs. Maybe the other lesson we could all learn is that it is possible for us to become a nation of givers and not just takers. Don't you think that we would all be healthier and happier? Like Aunt Henrietta says, "Take care of God's green earth and God will take care of you." Life can deal you some hard Arizona clay kind of problems. But Aunt Henrietta kind of faith will till that soil and get rid of the rocks. Aunt Henrietta faith will give you the strength to do the work and carry those heavy buckets of water to that problem in the heat of the day. It will give you the voice to talk to that problem and tell it that you are a child of the Most High God and He is bigger than it. And when all is said and done, stand back, give thanks and watch His glory and His grace go into action. This is a Aunt Henrietta story and this is what this story taught me.
Debi Mason, 2006
copyright 2007, USA
In the Arizona desert there isn't much of anything but dry sand and tumble weeds and and the house built by Uncle Abram for Aunt Henrietta when they first were married.
Painted the strangest color of pink and it has a slight lean to it where the foundation has settled unevenly. Out back are miles of desert sand that stetch far to the mountains. Would you believe that the sweetest and cleanest water in all the world is pumped right out of the ground there?
Aunt Henrietta grows the most beautiful roses along with beans and squash and tall stalks of sweet corn in a well tilled stretch of land that she has fenced off. The corn alone seems to reach as high as the sky as though reaching up to heaven to thank God for the sun and that little bit of rain. Carrying heavy buckets of water from the well in the heat of the day, she has named each one of those growing, green things like they are her special little children, you know. She has even been known to talk to them, too. She tells them that it is their duty to grow tall and sweet.
Most of the food eaten came off the land way before times got hard like they are today. "Take care of God's green earth and God will take care of you.", she says. It has to be back breaking work to coax food out that hard Arizona clay but that need to grow things has become a part of the family history and tradition. Nobody has ever gone hungry as long as she has something to do with it. Aunt Henrietta lives by giving thanks to God for everything, even the things that most folks seem to take for granted. No matter what anybody asks her for she always says, "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." As a kid it would make you mad with impatience and desire for immediate satisfaction but this is one of those golden rules that stays with you throughout life. Aunt Henrietta has a whole lot of faith that the seeds she plants in that dry Arizona desert will grow into tall stalks of sweet corn or beans or squash that will feed her family. Wouldn't it be wonderful if every human being could plant a seed and grow something in the earth? It would be a way of saying thank you to God for feeding us and clothing us and taking care of all of our needs. Maybe the other lesson we could all learn is that it is possible for us to become a nation of givers and not just takers. Don't you think that we would all be healthier and happier? Like Aunt Henrietta says, "Take care of God's green earth and God will take care of you." Life can deal you some hard Arizona clay kind of problems. But Aunt Henrietta kind of faith will till that soil and get rid of the rocks. Aunt Henrietta faith will give you the strength to do the work and carry those heavy buckets of water to that problem in the heat of the day. It will give you the voice to talk to that problem and tell it that you are a child of the Most High God and He is bigger than it. And when all is said and done, stand back, give thanks and watch His glory and His grace go into action. This is a Aunt Henrietta story and this is what this story taught me.
Debi Mason, 2006
copyright 2007, USA
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Just stop it right now!
Wishing for it ain't gonna make it happen. Wishing for peace ain't gonna make it so. If you choose to have peace in your home, on your job or in your relationships, you can. Jesus promised that you would have peace in the midst of the storm. When you feel yourself getting upset you can choose to calm down. (It is widely advised that you calm down before your mouth gets you in trouble....take it from some one who knows!!) These are not my words but the words of my friend, Joyce Meyer. Jesus commanded us to stop allowing mess to continue. All too often we as Saints allow mess to enter in and sit down in our lives. It knocks on the door like an old friend and we have the nerve to invite that mess in to have dinner and sleep over! I have gotten to this point in my life that I am going to refuse to live in worry (mess). I refuse to live in fear (more mess). I refuse to have anxiety as my best friend. The promises of our Lord Jesus Christ are for me, too. His promise of joy and peace is for us ALL because He really is no respecter of persons! I am God's child and He is going to take care of me! I am a tither and a giver and I have the promised righteousness, the promised peace and joy in the Holy Ghost.
And about worry that is fear's ugly lil' sista...worry is the fear that we won't get what we want, when we want it, plain and simple. You know that God's got your back but you still worry because you have a fear of disapointment. Last Sunday, Saints in every church across the country were worried about something. Some Saints are worried about money and when their tithing and or offering check is going to hit the bank. Others may be worried about what they are going to face on Monday morning on their jobs...will they even have a job come Tuesday? Some Saints are worried about that promotion that God promised and they are wondering if it is ever going to happen. We have the power to change our thinking...right now if we choose to. We gotta know who we are in Christ and we need to continually remind ourselves Whose we are and how God sees us. I used to live my life with the clear feeling in my gutt that the other shoe was going to drop at any second. Some of it had to do with the fact that as growing up I never knew when I was going to be yelled at or criticized or even ridiculed. I lived with an anxiety that dictated my every move. God Almighty delivered me from that, Amen! God gave me the grace to do what I have to do. I don't care what happens in the world, God is going to take care of me. I am a chosen and peculiar individual with a robe of righteousness. We must....I say must... put on the whole armor of God and confront the devil with the true Word of God everytime he tries to raise his ugly head. We must continue to pray for each other and we must continue to pray for more grace, more grace and more grace to get us through these strange and evil last days. Every morning I ask, "Jesus, what can I do for YOU today?" And for my dear friend, DW, the only thing stopping you today is you.
Debi Mason - Speaking Boldly As I Ought To Speak
Spoken Word Ministries, Oakland, California, USA
Monday, September 21, 2009
What if.....
God is still God. God don't never change. I did not realize it at the time that this would turn out to be a true story. I made it up or so I thought. But here it is in the Oakland Tribune. A 14 year old boy was walking down the street the other day on International Blvd. and was shot and killed. He was an honors student, raised by a mother that loved him and taught him what was right. Yet he was shot and killed for no reason other than he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I am back on the streets of Oakland and everyday I am reminded of how far God has brought me and just how much He has delivered me. I forgot how mean and ugly the world can be. I forgot how diseased and hopeless and damaged the world really is and how so desperately we are all in the need of the grace and mercy of Jesus. Once I was delivered from the "pit" I never looked back. My life is ordered and clean and I am sober and healthy. I forgot about the man or the woman I left behind. I closed my ears to the tone and pitch that resembles the same cries that I cried when I was lost and I believed that no one was listening. I forgot that somebody somewhere along the way whispered in my ear that I was loved by Jesus and a seed was planted. And that marvelous seed helped me to grow to become a bold woman of the most high God. What if no one had been receptive at the time to be used by God to be a witness to me and take me by the hand and show me that church was more than an ornate building full of pious folks like I thought and remembered from my childhood. Would I have turned out to be that hopeless wonder that picked up that gun that fateful day and shot that young boy? Or maybe I would be that hopeless wonder that shut the doors and windows and closed off all the madness. You know the saying....if you don't see it, it don't exist! I ask my self...what if? When I see in my spirit what life could have been for me and what it is today for some, I can't help but want to be of service in the Kingdom. I can't help but want to tell it like it needs to be told. Somebody needs to know that there is a man that is more than able to fix this insanity and his name is Jesus. Think of it this way....there are those that will never know nor be glad as we are about it unless we open up our mouths. This act was senseless and wrong and unacceptable. As long I am able to string a few words together to make a sentence I will not be silent...and I implore you to do the same. Thank you, Lord, for giving me the strength to speak boldly as I ought to speak.
Debi Mason - Stepping out on faith.
Spoken Word Ministries, (c) 2009
Debi Mason - Stepping out on faith.
Spoken Word Ministries, (c) 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Always Forward. Never Backward.
Moving forward
And
Not looking back.
Jump at the sky.
Wings are tried.
Soaring with eagles grand and majestic.
Loving, trusting and learning to fly.
Tender wings leaning on the wind of great promise.
Is that really blue sky that I see?
No longer sure of where it may carry.
I'm just goin'.
Moving forward
And
Not looking back.
(c) 2009, Debi Mason
Spoken Word Ministries, USA
I will have to be the first to admit that I really did not completely understand what the Lord was asking me to do. I mean, I was being asked to give it all up for His sake. I heard it as clear as if it were you and I talking. This particular Sunday I was walking right past the band area at church and that unmistakable voice caused me to stop and listen for just a moment. Alright, I confess, I never hear long and involved soliloquies and sermons from the Lord (if I did, hmmm...is it me or...?). Generally what I hear is one or two words like: get ready, move, read, study, watch, wait, pray or, my all time favorite, keep your mouth shut (which I always seem to pay attention to when it is already too late). Well,this time what I was hearing was a question. "Are you willing to give it all up for my sake?" Now you know, in my child mind, I was thinking that the Lord was asking me to give up my few meager possessions and to pick up my cross and follow. Sounded wonderful to me so I gladly said, "Yea, Lord and hallelujah." But, you guessed it, what I was really being asked to do was to let go of some heavy weight. Ok, for those that know me...don't laugh! Anyway, I have come to realize that we all carry a lot of extra pounds and what's funny is that we all know what kind of weight we are carrying. There are times when I discover that I am still carrying around some stuff that I truly thought I had been delivered from. What about my prejudices? Am I really willing to go into unfamiliar territory and talk to that man or that woman that is slightly off kilter or looks and acts differently? Smells differently? Yep, prejudice is a very heavy weight. And what about resentments and jealousy? Am I really happy for my girl getting that job that I applied for and didn't get? Lord, have mercy! Loose that particular kind of weight and, I'm telling you, you will be light as a feather!
And
Not looking back.
Jump at the sky.
Wings are tried.
Soaring with eagles grand and majestic.
Loving, trusting and learning to fly.
Tender wings leaning on the wind of great promise.
Is that really blue sky that I see?
No longer sure of where it may carry.
I'm just goin'.
Moving forward
And
Not looking back.
(c) 2009, Debi Mason
Spoken Word Ministries, USA
I will have to be the first to admit that I really did not completely understand what the Lord was asking me to do. I mean, I was being asked to give it all up for His sake. I heard it as clear as if it were you and I talking. This particular Sunday I was walking right past the band area at church and that unmistakable voice caused me to stop and listen for just a moment. Alright, I confess, I never hear long and involved soliloquies and sermons from the Lord (if I did, hmmm...is it me or...?). Generally what I hear is one or two words like: get ready, move, read, study, watch, wait, pray or, my all time favorite, keep your mouth shut (which I always seem to pay attention to when it is already too late). Well,this time what I was hearing was a question. "Are you willing to give it all up for my sake?" Now you know, in my child mind, I was thinking that the Lord was asking me to give up my few meager possessions and to pick up my cross and follow. Sounded wonderful to me so I gladly said, "Yea, Lord and hallelujah." But, you guessed it, what I was really being asked to do was to let go of some heavy weight. Ok, for those that know me...don't laugh! Anyway, I have come to realize that we all carry a lot of extra pounds and what's funny is that we all know what kind of weight we are carrying. There are times when I discover that I am still carrying around some stuff that I truly thought I had been delivered from. What about my prejudices? Am I really willing to go into unfamiliar territory and talk to that man or that woman that is slightly off kilter or looks and acts differently? Smells differently? Yep, prejudice is a very heavy weight. And what about resentments and jealousy? Am I really happy for my girl getting that job that I applied for and didn't get? Lord, have mercy! Loose that particular kind of weight and, I'm telling you, you will be light as a feather!
But what about the weight of disobedience? The Lord has blessed me with new definitions to old words. As I mature in this walk, a word like disobedience is no longer the simple issue of not saying something, such as in "hush mouth grace" or not doing a particular thing like not going to bible study for no particular reason other than the fact that you just felt lazy. Disobedience now, for me, means consequences that are immediate and rather earth shaking. This saint immediately knows when she is not walking in the will of God and when she is doing something contrary to the "prime directive". I start to notice that I am carrying around several extra pounds than I should. Often when I am asked how I am doing I will reply, "Just doing the left foot, right foot walk through this life." Being honest, I can tell you that disobedience is like walking left foot, right foot through sludge and because of the weight of the thing there is an honest sensation of sinking.
Ok, so the Lord spoke to me that Sunday by the band stand and it took me two months of walking in the sludge of disobedience before I got it. I felt like I was putting on pound after pound of weight. I couldn't fast that feeling away nor would there ever be any diet that could fix it. The day that I made up my mind to pay attention to the kind of weight that I knew that I was carrying I received a new dance, a new tongue, a new grace and beauty. I let go of all that weight that so easily beset me and now I have moved forward and I ain't looking back. Debi Mason.....stepping out on faith. To God be the glory.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
What I Have Learned Thus Far
These are some tuff times for all of us. But one thing I know to be true - I serve a good and mighty God and He is going to take care of you and me. I mean afterall, how many times have we all heard, "He may not show up when we want Him but He will always show up on time"?
There is much that I have learned from this experience in a dry place. Actually what appears to be dry really isn't in the spirit. God has taught me about appreciation of the small things and how not to sweat the stupid stuff. God has taught me that He is soveriegn and the God of ALL things...not some things but ALL things (read the Book of Job KJV). I have truly learned that one important issue: trust God and trust that what He says in His word is true....He will never leave us or forsake us and He will supply all of our needs according to His riches in glory!
Through this experience I have learned humility and how I must rid myself of pridefulness as soon as it tries to rear its ugly head. I am a child of the most high God: Therefore, I am more than a conquerer, I am an overcomer.
I have the need right now to express to somebody that the Lord Jesus Christ is my everything. I walk this walk carrying my cross but the Lord never gives us a load that is too hard for us to carry. It is my supreme desire that someone that is watching to see how I will get through this perceived dry place will be encouraged and find hope that Jesus will always be there to lift up, to strengthen, to heal and provide for. Praise God!
I am so completly loved and I really did need to know how much I am cared for by the people around me. I have been pushed to really see, feel and understand all of the love that is around and through me. None of us walk this road of life alone and I am really beginning to appreciate this sense of COMMUNITY that is developing during these "terrible and last days". I appreciate the help that people have gone out of their way to give to me personally and to the struggle collectively. Every dime, every word of encouragement, every gesture of good will is so greatly appreciated that I can not put it into words yet.
People are basically good and will rally when someone is in desperate need. If I some how forgot or never knew this then I ask the Lord to forgive me for my selfishness and my arrogance right now. I have much to write in regard to this experience. I have grown closer to the Lord and I know within my heart that somebody needs to know the Risen Lord as I speak it through this experience.
There is much that I have learned from this experience in a dry place. Actually what appears to be dry really isn't in the spirit. God has taught me about appreciation of the small things and how not to sweat the stupid stuff. God has taught me that He is soveriegn and the God of ALL things...not some things but ALL things (read the Book of Job KJV). I have truly learned that one important issue: trust God and trust that what He says in His word is true....He will never leave us or forsake us and He will supply all of our needs according to His riches in glory!
Through this experience I have learned humility and how I must rid myself of pridefulness as soon as it tries to rear its ugly head. I am a child of the most high God: Therefore, I am more than a conquerer, I am an overcomer.
I have the need right now to express to somebody that the Lord Jesus Christ is my everything. I walk this walk carrying my cross but the Lord never gives us a load that is too hard for us to carry. It is my supreme desire that someone that is watching to see how I will get through this perceived dry place will be encouraged and find hope that Jesus will always be there to lift up, to strengthen, to heal and provide for. Praise God!
I am so completly loved and I really did need to know how much I am cared for by the people around me. I have been pushed to really see, feel and understand all of the love that is around and through me. None of us walk this road of life alone and I am really beginning to appreciate this sense of COMMUNITY that is developing during these "terrible and last days". I appreciate the help that people have gone out of their way to give to me personally and to the struggle collectively. Every dime, every word of encouragement, every gesture of good will is so greatly appreciated that I can not put it into words yet.
People are basically good and will rally when someone is in desperate need. If I some how forgot or never knew this then I ask the Lord to forgive me for my selfishness and my arrogance right now. I have much to write in regard to this experience. I have grown closer to the Lord and I know within my heart that somebody needs to know the Risen Lord as I speak it through this experience.
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