Susan's Blog: In the Quiet of Early Morn

Saturday, November 10, 2012

In the Quiet of Early Morn

It’s in the quiet of early morn

I seek the Lord

Though others are fast asleep

The sun has yet to kiss the dawn

I meet with You

Before my day begins

I read from Your Word

You give me fresh eyes to see it anew

Scriptures I’ve read a dozen times before

Leap off the page and capture my attention

You give me wise counsel

For the day ahead

You are not a distant faraway God

But my loving Father who keeps His eye upon me

It’s in the quiet of early morn

I meet with my Heavenly Father above

By Susan Wachtel

November 11, 2012

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2 comments:

enthusiastically, dawn said...: Susan, I love this! Have a beautiful weekend!; 12:32 PM
Outside the Box Mom said...: Hi Susan,

Isn't it great that He rewards us with a new meaning every time we spend time in the Word?

Raki; 12:17 AM

My Colors Will Be Clear

I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of His. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, sight seeing, smooth knees, color-less dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, "chinchy" giving and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need position, promotions, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.

My face is set, my gait is fast, my destination is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few. My Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity.

I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of the One that gave me life, drew the line in blood for me in the hour of my destiny.

I am one of Christ's remnant people. I belong to Him and none other. All I do to bring this life to another is done because of that blood covenant poured out for me.

I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me. I must share will all that one more might hear and be drawn from the flaming darkness that longs to consume. Reach for another, touch but one more!

Until that moment...He will have no problem in recognizing me- my colors will be clear!!!

Not only are the words inspiring but so is the man behind them. The above letter was written by a Pastor in Africa who was undergoing severe persecution. On the eve of his execution he sat down and wrote the above note.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

In the Quiet of Early Morn

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