Susan's Blog: October 2013

Saturday, October 26, 2013

A Good Word - Yahweh Shammah - The LORD Is There

Saturday, October 19, 2013

A Good Word - Zephaniah 3:17

Saturday, October 05, 2013

Five Minute Friday – Write & Remember

When the winds of change blow…

It seems as if there is no area of my life that’s untouched.

It’s then I feel compelled to meditate, remember and write about Who You are O Lord.

You are my Heavenly Father enthroned above

You know the end from the beginning

You had and outrageous plan set in place

Before the foundations of the world were laid.

You alone are Faithful

You are the Covenant Maker and Promise Keeper

You are the Priceless, Matchless Son of God

The One who is Mighty to Save

You are Holy, Holy, Holy

The Sinless Son of God

You are the Obedient Son of God

Who bore my sins so that I could be saved

You are the Way, the Truth and the Life

No one comes unto the Father, except by You

You are a God of Love

You are a God of Wrath

You alone are Righteous

Your motives are always pure and undefiled

You are a God who

Saves

Redeems

Restores

Forgives

You are a God of

Hope

Joy

Peace

Patience

Love

Grace

Mercy

Justice

You are my God, my Ever Present Help in times of trouble. You alone are unchanging.

It’s another Saturday morn and I wanted to participate in Lisa-Jo Baker’s FiveMinute Friday writing challenge. Head over to her website “Lisa Jo Baker Tales from a Gypsy Mama”. Be sure to read some of the entries from other writers. I can promise you that you will be blessed.

Thursday, October 03, 2013

Beware…

“Beware of the Bareness of Busyness”

When I heard that quote, my ears perked up…that’s it! That describes my life the last few months. It’s getting busier and busier and I feel emptier and emptier.

I’m busy at work, I’m busy at home…and there is very little downtime. The pace is too much! There’s no let up.

I spend time in Word of God in the morning and at night. I pray. When I go to lunch or on my drive home, I listen to Bible studies or worship music…but there’s something still missing.

My life feels lifeless.

I think it’s because during my day, I’m not taking the time to listen to that still small voice. I'm not hearing God’s gentle whisper or even His shouting to get my attention. My attention is elsewhere.

I don’t take the time to write it down and think about it. To see where it applies to my life. I'm not taking time to enjoy the gifts that God has given me. Nor taking the time to say thank You.

When people aren’t listening to me…I stop talking to them. I don’t want to waste my time.

Does God ever feel like that?

Perhaps God’s silence, His deafening silence, is finally getting my attention. Oh Lord…help me to hear You, to really listen and obey.

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.