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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Unforgiveness Heavy Price

My heart has turned cold
It’s hardened towards thee
Over a hurt perceived

What if the offense was intentional
What if you don’t care
What if the words “I’m sorry” never come

I know I should open my heart
Find the words to say
Restore fellowship with you once again

Yet my heart is reluctant
Unwilling to risk vulnerability
By giving voice to the pain

My heart has grown cold
It’s visible on my countenance
Effecting my thoughts and deeds

Oh Lord, I know this is wrong
Tender my heart
To Thy perfect will

My conscious is pricked by the words I read
Unforgiveness exacts a price
Heavier than I’m willing to pay

I want harmony and unity
With my fellow Christian
Fellowship restored with God and man

Susan Bunts Wachtel
February 16, 2009

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Lessons from the Wine Press

When talking with a friend who’s in the midst of difficult circumstances…I was reminded of time, not too long ago, that felt like a wine press. While not wanting to lecture my friend…I wanted to pass along things I had learned to spare him some of the painful lessons I learned the hard way.

Don’t take the bitterness, hurt and anger from the present or the past…into the future.

Keep your eyes unwaveringly focused on God and the future. Don’t look back.

Remember that God has a perfect plan for you and your future…and sometimes He uses painful circumstances to get you there.

During this time…there’s a sifting that goes on. In that process…you will loose some people and things that were once important. That’s not necessarily a bad thing.

The wine press reveals character both in you and those around you.

It reveals true friends and those who are just around out of convenience or necessity.

Forgive, forgive, forgive…and when it doubt forgive some more.

Loose the attitude…it serves no purpose…and will only hurt you as you go forward.

Don’t bad mouth!

When you get to the point where you are so alone…and no one seems to be around or care…that’s where you will find the quite presence of God. He will strengthen you and you will go on.

You learn more about yourself in the wine press than any other place.

Remember with fondness people and good times. It’ll hurt to do so…but it will be bittersweet.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Seeds of Doubt

Seeds of doubt,
So skillfully sown,
In the fertile ground.
Of a wound heart.

Forgiveness the healing balm,
To recondition the soil of my heart,
Then no weeds, thorns or thistles can grow,
From seeds of hurt, anger and bitterness.

By Susan Bunts
February 11, 2008

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.