Monday, April 30, 2018

When I come into Your presence:

I would not even presume to think that I know what humility means. I ask Your Word to search my soul, Dear God. I would not even know that I am puffed up in pride, if Your Word hadn't told me so. I cannot humble myself, Dear God because my soul is impotent to such things. I am in pride to put myself forward as an example of worship and praise. You alone are worthy of all the glory and I condemn in my own soul, even the outward expressions of such self aggrandizement as to think that I am truly humble, when I know that I am not.

I look at my hands and remember that you have said to cleanse your hands and to cleanse my heart and remember that I have no power to do so. My expressions are of imploring and exaltation that I know that although I am altogether unworthy of your attention, You promised to cleanse me, even from this day's defilements. I would not presume to take the glory from a holy God in turning my attention to myself. God cleanse my heart and my hands and my mind and make me worthy to lift them unto You in undefiled and selfless worship for Your Glory, because of the blood of Jesus. Amen.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

For The Beauty Of The Sky!

Psalm 90:17 And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.
I looked out of the front door, as I was watering my needy flowers and the sky was what reminded me that God sometimes has to put his pen into the inkwell. The clouds made me think of the ink as it starts to run out of a pen. I was sad for a generation, who may not be able to notice the daily handiwork of a loving Father. His daily love letters in the sky, might be erased for them, because people don't communicate like that anymore. They don't have many people who use inkwells up to tell them how much they love them. God does. This morning He looked like He had to put His pen back into the inkwell and place another line over the spotted lines of what He was writing. I am not big enough or old enough to read the words, I can only see when He has to stick His huge pen back into the well to get more ink.

I do hope He has some special cyber secrets for the next generation in the sky...

I am sure He does! He would never leave us hanging, like that:}.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

And Your Father, who sees in secret?

Is there a Heavenly Father, who sees in secret? Are we nurturing a faith in our children that teaches them to trust in God's providence?
My upbringing was somewhat different than many, but I think the time in which I grew up lent itself to a family dependence as opposed to an individualistic perspective. God cares for us as a village, as well as a person. But, when we pray, it is personal. I pray to an eternally personal father, who knows my heart, as well as my words. Our relationships with our children should have some relationship to those truths. We should seek to know our children and teach them that there are some who would do them well and some who would do them harm and that they don't really know the difference yet. Teachers and parents are ordinarily the purveyors of good to them and etiquette should be instructed to give them a border and guide to find out which is which. If a stranger is inclined to respect your parents guidelines or your teachers guidelines, they should be included in the respected and trusted circle and if not, special care should be taken.

We teach "the squeeky wheel" premise. The most noise should get the most attention. And then we are appalled to see the results of our instructions. We are always attempting to reinvent the curriculum and the syllabus, instead of lifting it to higher places with God.

Lord give us grace to allign ourself with the favor of God and to draw our country to righteousness to exalt us and not succumb to the will of the enemy, who seeks to take our culture to Hell. God return us to Yourself! Halleluia.

Thursday, April 5, 2018

How do we seek His Face?

Matthew 18:10 Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.
For many years I have thought that seeking God's face was a posture of prayer. On my knees, on my face, repitition of words or silent in the sacred was my imagination of seeking the face of God. Now a days, I have more often felt in the presence of the face of God, when playing "Teentsy Weentsy Spider".
Go Figure?