You are not forgotten, nor fosaken

This message is for those of us who serve the Lord who feel lonely, abandoned, misunderstood, deeply wounded, feel insignificant, neglected. Call upon the name of the Lord Jesus, the Royal son of God, and ask for help. If you have a hard time praying, ask for the Holy Spirit to intercede for you. "Cast all your burdens upon him for he cares for you" 1 Peter 5:7.When you are feeling overwhelmed by the burdens of life, with today's headlines theme's of divisions, perversions and fears. Close out those headlines and seek out the Lord for help. Let him lead you to still and quiet waters to be restored into His peace once more. You are fearfully and wonderfully made, read Psalm 139 to remind yourself of the Lord's commitment and care towards you.

And remember most: His promises are sure. He speaks no careless words."The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times. Psalm 12:6

Personally, ways I combat those feelings is to begin thanking the Lord for small things, which eventually lead to bigger things, then put on some praise music. Ask for His portion towards you for Faith and hope, can overcome such issues as these.

Romans 8

 35Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or distress or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?

36As it is written: “For Your sake we face death all day long;

we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”

37No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.
 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor principalities, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers,  
39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

A Testimony, In His Word Garden

Sitting here looking at the blinking cursor, pondering what to write about. Sometimes words to write are difficult. Five minutes of blinking cursor and then it a word came, "just start".  I have a compulsive thirst  to write, which started with emailing a supportive baseball friend quite a few years back.  We earned each others trust through sport, we then began to share our latest fashion of word triglicerides.  I began to anticipate a response as much as the morning cup of wake me up. The tone of words could be conveyed through thoughtful word digging, be it lively and light, or deeply complex. I would sit for hours and ponder, delete, open a thesausrus often for better discriptions of the themes and tempos in my mind. His writing inspired new side streets to the frustations of having poor self esteem. 

At the same time I was writing to this friend, I was adapting to the core training of my life. My life in Christ was on the fence, with break throughs that were healing my brokeness,  beyond my efforts. I was looking for hope in the world i lived in. Ebb and flow, storms and sunshine, give the stone a polished veneer. Soon a great shifting would come, a new season with this new friend being evicted.

John 6:63  "The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you—they are full of the Spirit and life."

I learned there is power in words, yet in only one book did it completely take on a passionate process of incredible meaning, depth, a whole turnabout, topsy- turvy adventure. Yes adjectives and I are good buddies :D
So back to this book of so much controversery for me- the Bible. It had no power with its lovely leather binding and gold gilt lettering, actually for the early part of my life, I thought i would try to read it. I fell asleep sadly or it was way higher in thought than I had the energy for. I accepted Christ for my gran, she was always so thoughtful to send us to Bible camps, she didnt want us to go to Hell. Looking back I am glad she spoke of those things, it did scare me, but I truly was more glad to hear of Heaven and love.Once I began a commited no matter what attitude, instead of sitting on the fence, a whole lot of shifting came my way. The rough roads, falls, scraped knees, stagnations were so worth the beautious grip of faithfull love and acceptance of Christ Jesus. What a fragrance He produces and stirs with the action of  reading His word. It is the most beautiful garden to be in. There is so much more to say and convey, an anxious excitement to share our relationship with you. Thank you for bearing with me, as I learn to make shorter blogs.