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Prayer For Today!

vjbear — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 19:58:50 +0000

Dear Father,

Today let me be a blessing to someone
Today let me show your care
Today let me walk in your love
Today let me be your love reaching out
Today let me be your voice of Hope
Today let me be your hands that heal
Today let me be what you want
Today let me stop looking at me and look to you
Today let me rise to the task you have before me
Today let me excel in the kingdom
Today let me strengthen weak hands and knees
Today let me be the agent of your peace
Father today I yield myself into your loving hands
To use as you see fit
I lay down all of my preconceived ideas and notions
I lay down my plans and receive your plans for my life
Today I am yours
In the mighty name of Yeshua AMEN

Pastor Russell Bowles, Garland, Texas

Watch And Pray

vjbear — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 21:23:13 +0000

WATCH AND PRAY

He found me sleeping

And called my name,

“My Spirit is ready; watch and pray.”

He finds me sleeping

And calls my name,

“Time is short; watch and pray.”

“I’ll show you wonders never seen before,

Wake up, My child, wake up.

I’ll take you places you’ve never been before,

Wake up, My child, wake up.

He found me sleeping

Upon my side

And sings a rhythm: “Redeem the time.”

Vickie JS Hieb

Summer Therapy

vjbear — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 07:22:36 +0000

Early morning

rising sun

chirping birds

cool blue river

Line floats

in the air

touch the surface

breathe a prayer

Shoulders ease

flick of wrist

waters break

rainbow promise

Vickie JS Hieb, inspired by Fly Fishing the Payette by Josh Hopping, Requisite Danger

JULY

vjbear — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 03:44:09 +0000

Jumping crickets wind their way 'cross flares of dry grass

Under shade of cottonwood limbs

Lay young dreamers of distant exploits and the grandeur of mighty tasks

Yes the long hot days and muggy nights of summer

Firefly

vjbear — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 07:18:01 +0000

FIREFLY

It's twilight;

The owl glides fast.

My body-light beckons;

Sons of Adam stroll past…

[@more@]

I blink on in mystery;

I hover in flight.

My lantern shines richly;

I herald the night…

My purpose is steadfast;

My will never bends.

I shine for the glory

of Christ and His friends.

(Inspired by the fireflies and owl while walking on the Tucker Woods Trail at twilight, June 18, 2007. Motivated to write by Jonathan Eubanks.)

by Michael D Hughlett, Nacogdoches, TX, June 20, 2007

Our Father’s Heart

vjbear — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 07:16:29 +0000

Editor's Note: I wrote the prayer for Father's Day last Friday and wanted to add a poem I had as well. But I kept feeling like God was saying to wait, there is something else coming to put on. So all week-end I waited, and sure enough, Sunday afternoon Tura called and said she had wrote something. She hadn't even read the prayer posted on Friday, but true to how God likes to work, it goes right along with it! Enjoy…

Our Father's Heart

The Father's heart is to sow seed in fertile ground. To rest in the fruit of a bountiful harvest.

A father toils and sweats only to fret over what might be. He does what he knows to do and then he is helpless in hoping.

[@more@]The Father's heart is to be the source of all provision for His children; sustaining them in meat and drink; clothing them more than all of nature; surrounding them with the shelter of His arms.

A father works from daylight to dark. Sometimes it's enough but the need is never-ending. The responsibility is a fearsome taskmaster that some cannot submit to.

The Father's heart is to instruct His children in all His ways, to bring discipline to their living that they may walk uprightly and honorable before all men.

A father struggles to live right and teach his children the things he can. He isn't the image that he should be and so neglects the lessons.

The Father's heart is to discipline His children in what is best for them. To draw them close, by His conviction, and lovingly put them on the right road as they repent.

A father's heart is frustrated at the failure in his children and he strives harder to control the situations that bring them pain. His own weakness is more than he can confront and so rises up in wrath.

The Father's heart is to protect His children from their enemies and all the storms that blow and billow, to guard them from the wolves in sheep's clothing and the traps along the highway.

A father's heart is broken in the struggle to keep his children out of harm's way. Sometimes he is blown off course and deceived by the wary wolf. His children are then left to their own devices.

The Father's heart is to affirm His children, to delight in their talents and share in their joy. He smiles at their pleasure, and hurts when they are wounded. He heals. He sets things right and gives them freedom to pursue their destiny.

A father wants to know his children, but finds disappointment in what he does not understand. He know not his own destiny and is jealous over theirs. His hands are helpless to heal and sometimes cause more hurt; but he holds them all the tighter.

The Father's heart is to leave an inheritance to His beloved, a posterity that is everlasting. He rest in their love and they in His.

A father leaves what he can. Some fathers just leave. There is no rest.

Most of us have "a father".

We can all have "The Father".

Thank you, Father, for all those fathers who are trying to be what you have called them to be. They are the foundation of the family. You are a Father to the fatherless. You are a firm Foundation.

written by Tura Zapata

Test #2

vjbear — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 07:50:39 +0000

Just wanted to see if my new picture showed up.

Lost / Asking God to Find Me

vjbear — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 06:41:33 +0000

Note from the Editor: The following is an excerpt from a book written by a young man in whom I have recently had the pleasure of getting to know a little better. I have placed it here in “The Poet” section because the style is very “poetic, with heartfelt honesty”. [@more@]It comes from a book that journals the progress he has walked through in the last year. The message is timely and goes along with the articles this month. I hope it speaks and touches the heart of the poet crying out to God in each of you as you search for a deeper walk in the reality of Him.

Lost

Lost. Perhaps this best describes my relationship with God. I once was found, but now, I'm lost. I saw , but now, I'm blind. I am one of the Children of Israel wondering around in the desert. I am in darkness and can't recognize the truth.

God used to dwell in the inner throne of my heart. He walked with me and He talked to me. But then over time, I lost my way and now I doubt that I ever actually had this sacred relationship with God. And I do not think the sacred God is something that is easily grasped. In fact, I am somewhat ashamed of my claimed possession of the truth of God. With the Bible in my hand and the Holy Spirit in my heart, I lost myself in God. I lost the ability to clearly distinguish between myself and God. And now, I see that there were many times that I claimed to speak the words of God when I really was expressing my own words. There were times I called my will, God's will.

So this is what I have lost, I have lost God's voice and lost God's Spirit. But I would disregard this, again and again, rather than confuse my inner-self with the true Spirit of God. And I surely would rather loose my voice than lead a few people astray. Above all, I will never again be able to call myself a man of God. So I humble sit, hopelessly lost.

And without God, I am lost. He is the beginning and the end. He is the foundation of all knowledge and wisdom. And He is the ultimate desire of man. And God, truly I am lost. I cannot find You. I refuse to create my own God, my own Spirituality. I refuse to call something other than the true God the beginning and the end, and something other than You as the foundation of all knowledge and wisdom.

Asking God to Find Me

What is man that you are mindful of him?
Who am I, Jesus, that You call me by name?
What could I ever do to be worthy of Your love?
By Your grace, I believe that You have given me a glimpse of Your kingdom.
And yet at times, I don't feel that is enough to sustain my soul.
And at other times, I am deathly afraid that I have added to Your words.
That I have taken a glimpse of Your kingdom
And used it to construct a humble, concrete form of God
That I can hold, hear and touch.
And then in time, I have removed my eyes
From the glimpse of Your kingdom that You gave.
I have forgotten the beginning and the end, I found in You,
And made my story, my own religion.
I have made my own beginning and end.
I have made an idol, because I needed to understand my religion.

O God, the great God!
You have destroyed my idols.
But what now?
Will my soul remain in this desert forever?
Forever Lost!
Will a mere drop of Your presence sustain me forever?
Yet this drop gives hope and life.
It soothes my soul.
It shows me that the mysterious God has, indeed, come to this earth.
O God, let not my soul be troubled.
Let it not be disgruntled that it can not find green pastures.
But let it sing for joy!
For even a drop of Your presence can change the world.

By Ben E. Wainwright
An excerpt from My Confessions: Being Honest with God, Myself and Others, © 2006, Ben E Wainwright

Arise and Go Forth

vjbear — Sat, 29 Apr 2006 22:39:20 +0000

Arise and Go Forth!

I sat in the presence of the Lord and sensed in the realm of the Spirit an Angel crossing the threshold of where we gathered.

Trying to keep my mind focused on the Spirit, I looked again; and again one came in, and again there was another.[@more@]

As they stooped to enter, I could tell these sent ones of God had a purpose.

Today was special; they had a message from the Most High of Heaven for us.

I tried to listen but they were not speaking; yet I knew they had something to say.

And so as I waited and looked and listened; somberly they came.

There came a time, after all that men would say was coming to a close, and yet the Spirit lingered,

That the music played, the wine of the Holy Ghost flowed over those that remained, and His words filled the singers.

We began to sing the song of the Lord to awaken those who slumbered,

To loose the chains of those who are bound and by the world encumbered.

The mission of those Heavenly ones to me began to unveil,

They were sent to guide us into another realm.

“Arise! With healing in your wings,”

I began to sing

“A greater assignment than even this, to you we bring”.

All around the other voices were being lifted in spiritual song,

Then a Holy quietness filled the place and all the words were gone.

Let us heed this day the things we have seen and heard.

All has yet to be revealed in keeping with His word.

Go forth! One cried.

Awake! Warned another.

We have been called into council with the Father.

Malachi, Chapter 4
Tura Zapata
April 2006

A GREAT DAY

vjbear — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 01:44:17 +0000

This is a memorial to all the saints that have gone on before.

A GREAT DAY
By Angela Starcke Warshaw
March 3, 2004

What a Great Day when Jesus my Daddy did see.
What a Great Day when from his body he was freed.
For on this glorious day, his Master he beheld. [@more@]
He took his last breath and left behind an empty shell.
Then I saw him dancing with a grin from ear to ear,
And I remembered the pictures taken through the years.
With the first, he met the Savior and how his face did glow!
His body was young and strong, ready to carry the Gospel
…to the nations he must go!

Then another special gift he was given
(for he said she came from heaven)
Are the pictures of my mother.
Through her entered gentleness, the births of sisters and a brother.
New pictures turn to memories experienced first hand
As I watched God use him as he traveled from land to land.
Through the years, his armor, he did wear;
Beginning with the helmet of salvation that was placed upon his head.
Girded next with truth and righteousness placed on his chest;
He held the shield of faith around us and with the gospel of peace, he progressed.
The mighty sword he carried, he never did misplace.
Back and forth he swung it, determination on his face.
And with a war cry, he shouted,
“This is gonna be a Great Day!”

The picture now before me is a body, tired and worn from suffering, full of fever for several days.
But on the face I see Wisdom and hear a heartbeat pounding hard with Fullness of Grace.
I knelt beside the bed, and weeping, I began, “Go home, Daddy! There is nothing left in this old body for it was made with dirt.”
Telling him of the beauty of God and how much it has all been worth.
Early the next morning, his spirit did soar,
And as he neared the throne room, he heard the mighty roar!
“Great is the Lord! Greatly to be praised!”
I lifted my eyes to Jesus and yes, I heard Him say,
“It is a Great Day!”

“After this I beheld, and lo, a great multitude, which no man could number,
Of all nations and kindreds, and people, and tongues
Stood before the throne and before the Lamb,
Clothed with white robes and palms in their hands,
And cried with a loud voice, saying Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne,
And unto the Lamb.” Revelations 7:9-10