Has your day arrived my friend, the day the Lord has planned for your RESCUE?
The day He holds up His mighty arms and declares,
"Not one minute longer can I wait to have you in My arms. This is your day,
your moment of rescue!!"
And then with determination and power He reaches in, breaks those chains, pulls you out, holds you tight.
Rescues you from the enemy's grip, the enemy's chains, his poison, his lies, his evil plans to destroy you.
As He holds you tight, He reveals His heart, the magnitude of His love, washing away the stain, the dirt,
the shame, the guilt.
He looks at you with His eyes of flaming love, and old becomes new.
He puts within you a new heart, allowing your mind to be renewed.
How you sparkle as the jewels of His love for you adorn your new cloths and your crown.
As the Father gazes upon you, the newly rescued one, the one He loves, He sees you wearing the robe
of His Son. That robe of righteousness that was obtained as His Son suffered and died for you.
The Father sees Jesus as He gazes upon you.
"All I have is yours." He exclaims. "Please receive the abundance and goodness that I have planned for you
that I have stored up for you."
O what a happy day, what a happy moment!
Can my heart contain the joy, the peace?
How can I put into words the wonder of being His, the wonder of the rescue?
Zechariah 9:16,17
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Come as a Child
My husband took my grandson, Gabriel, up the street to see the horses last night. While he was up there he met Brandon who was riding a two-wheeler. I went up to check on him. When Gabriel turned around and saw me coming, he started running toward me calling, "Grandma, Grandma," and then he proceeded to tell me about his exciting discoveries and and this recent adventure.
When he called my name so enthusiastically desiring to share his stories with me, my hear felt such joy.
Unashamed and without reservation of what anybody around him thought, he ran to me calling out my name, spilling the delight he was experiencing.
I had to think how it must bless my Father, my Daddy when I call out His name with joy, delight, and joyfully run to him thanking him for my blessing, my discovery. He loves when I unreservedly tell Him about my day, my pain, the hurt, the fear, the victory. How He loves to hear my voice. How He loves to hear me call His name. How He loves when I know He is there, all the time to fellowship with, communicate with.
How He loves when I come to him as a child and see him as my loving Daddy!
When he called my name so enthusiastically desiring to share his stories with me, my hear felt such joy.
Unashamed and without reservation of what anybody around him thought, he ran to me calling out my name, spilling the delight he was experiencing.
I had to think how it must bless my Father, my Daddy when I call out His name with joy, delight, and joyfully run to him thanking him for my blessing, my discovery. He loves when I unreservedly tell Him about my day, my pain, the hurt, the fear, the victory. How He loves to hear my voice. How He loves to hear me call His name. How He loves when I know He is there, all the time to fellowship with, communicate with.
How He loves when I come to him as a child and see him as my loving Daddy!
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Always Willing
Always willing to bend down and hear my cry.
Always willing to bring me out of the muddy pit,
Always celebrating when He sets my feet on the Rock, giving me the firm foundation of His love.
He never withholds His tender mercies from me.
He insists on embracing me with His unfailing love.
His truth shines brightly to lead the way,
protecting and guarding me.
Even when the misfortunes of life press in on me from all sides,
And my iniquities and consequences weigh me down again.
When courage fails me,
And my eyesight becomes cloudy,
He is there
To do it again,
To pull me up,
Set me firm,
Embrace me with His love,
Putting a song on my lips and joy in my heart.
So patient My Father is as I learn this process of trusting,
Learning that only as I trust can I be happy, satisfied and whole!
Psalms 40
Always willing to bring me out of the muddy pit,
Always celebrating when He sets my feet on the Rock, giving me the firm foundation of His love.
He never withholds His tender mercies from me.
He insists on embracing me with His unfailing love.
His truth shines brightly to lead the way,
protecting and guarding me.
Even when the misfortunes of life press in on me from all sides,
And my iniquities and consequences weigh me down again.
When courage fails me,
And my eyesight becomes cloudy,
He is there
To do it again,
To pull me up,
Set me firm,
Embrace me with His love,
Putting a song on my lips and joy in my heart.
So patient My Father is as I learn this process of trusting,
Learning that only as I trust can I be happy, satisfied and whole!
Psalms 40
Thursday, April 18, 2013
A Gateway of Hope
Has the enemy stolen from you?
Has he stolen your joy, your gladness?
Has he stolen your reservoir, dried up your stream, taken your strength, run away with your rest?
Does your outlook on life look dark?
Does gloom meet your ears, your eyes everywhere you turn?
The Father wants you to look into the horizon.
Do you see it my friend?
The Father has a land prepared for you, a land like the garden of Eden.
Behind you is your wasted wilderness,
Directly in front of you His GATEWAY of HOPE.
Nudge that gate open, my friend,
And you will discover the access to the land, that land as glorious as the garden of Eden.
The cross is on the path to the land.
The Father sent His Son to bear this cross, to pay the price for your freedom.
He offers Himself to set you free from your darkness, your bondage, your pain.
He shed His blood to deliver you from the power of fear, and all the shame and guilt.
He endured the agony and suffering so you could be released into your destiny, your dreams, into
His plans and purposes for you..
He paid the entrance fee, the price with the suffering of His body and the shedding of His blood,
to set you free and bring you into this land.
His love is patient as He waits for you to discover His sacrifice,
Graciously and compassionately He beckons for you to come and enjoy His goodness, His grace.
With the same love that he created you with, He pleads for you to turn, to repent, to discover
His poured out gift.
With the same love that breathed life into you, that same love that purposed and planned for you to prosper
in life, He invites you to come, discover, receive the fullness of life He has purposed for you.
Behind you a wasted wilderness
Before you the land as a garden of Eden.
Come and partake of His grace!
Joel 1&2
Has he stolen your joy, your gladness?
Has he stolen your reservoir, dried up your stream, taken your strength, run away with your rest?
Does your outlook on life look dark?
Does gloom meet your ears, your eyes everywhere you turn?
The Father wants you to look into the horizon.
Do you see it my friend?
The Father has a land prepared for you, a land like the garden of Eden.
Behind you is your wasted wilderness,
Directly in front of you His GATEWAY of HOPE.
Nudge that gate open, my friend,
And you will discover the access to the land, that land as glorious as the garden of Eden.
The cross is on the path to the land.
The Father sent His Son to bear this cross, to pay the price for your freedom.
He offers Himself to set you free from your darkness, your bondage, your pain.
He shed His blood to deliver you from the power of fear, and all the shame and guilt.
He endured the agony and suffering so you could be released into your destiny, your dreams, into
His plans and purposes for you..
He paid the entrance fee, the price with the suffering of His body and the shedding of His blood,
to set you free and bring you into this land.
His love is patient as He waits for you to discover His sacrifice,
Graciously and compassionately He beckons for you to come and enjoy His goodness, His grace.
With the same love that he created you with, He pleads for you to turn, to repent, to discover
His poured out gift.
With the same love that breathed life into you, that same love that purposed and planned for you to prosper
in life, He invites you to come, discover, receive the fullness of life He has purposed for you.
Behind you a wasted wilderness
Before you the land as a garden of Eden.
Come and partake of His grace!
Joel 1&2
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Planting
These tiny seeds,
Can they possibly bring forth a crop of lettuce, carrots, parsley?
With faith I plant you, seed, in this soil,
Faith in the promise on your packaging,
Faith in the science of seed planting and harvest,
Faith in the sun, warmth, and rain needed to bring growth,
Faith in the faithfulness of my God who promises seed-time and harvest.
These tiny seeds,
The outcome looks bleak as I cover you with dirt,
But the hope of fresh greens for my salad and the faith in the process spurs me on.
As the Father plants that seed of faith, that seed of hope, that seed of love into my heart,
Change doesn't appear possible.
But He plants that seed and dreams,
Dreams of restoration, renewed thinking, abundant living for me.
How patiently He guards that seed,
How He rejoices as it sprouts,
How carefully he watches over the the growth,
Watering it with the wellspring of heaven,
Cascading His fountain of light and truth upon me,
Uprooting the stones, the rocks, the thistles, giving my roots room to expand in the foundation of His love.
He gives me opportunities to sow seed too,
Sometime the seed is small, like a smile, other times larger...
All His seed, orchestrated from His heart, destined to be planted at just the right moment,
Using His willing obedient vessels...
Lord open my eyes ,
To all the possibilities and the big picture involved
When You give me that tiny nudge to plant a seed!
Can they possibly bring forth a crop of lettuce, carrots, parsley?
With faith I plant you, seed, in this soil,
Faith in the promise on your packaging,
Faith in the science of seed planting and harvest,
Faith in the sun, warmth, and rain needed to bring growth,
Faith in the faithfulness of my God who promises seed-time and harvest.
These tiny seeds,
The outcome looks bleak as I cover you with dirt,
But the hope of fresh greens for my salad and the faith in the process spurs me on.
As the Father plants that seed of faith, that seed of hope, that seed of love into my heart,
Change doesn't appear possible.
But He plants that seed and dreams,
Dreams of restoration, renewed thinking, abundant living for me.
How patiently He guards that seed,
How He rejoices as it sprouts,
How carefully he watches over the the growth,
Watering it with the wellspring of heaven,
Cascading His fountain of light and truth upon me,
Uprooting the stones, the rocks, the thistles, giving my roots room to expand in the foundation of His love.
He gives me opportunities to sow seed too,
Sometime the seed is small, like a smile, other times larger...
All His seed, orchestrated from His heart, destined to be planted at just the right moment,
Using His willing obedient vessels...
Lord open my eyes ,
To all the possibilities and the big picture involved
When You give me that tiny nudge to plant a seed!
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Resurrection Morning
How courageous were the daughters who had been set free,
How driven with passion and love for their Savior.
They had a plan,
A plan to anoint His body with oil, herbs, spices, perfume,
All with the desire to love on Him, the only way they now knew.
They set out knowing there was a boulder covering the entrance.
But this fact did not deter them.
They only had one desire,
To behold His face again, to touch His garment once more,
To pour out their offerings of oil and incense upon Him
On Him, the One, who had touched their lives and set them free.
They were driven by this desire,
The hindrance of the boulder did not damper their persistence.
Somehow, someway, they knew they would get in.
What joy and excitement filled their hearts when they observed that the boulder had been rolled away.
How fast they ran to enter, to behold their beloved One.
As they entered their joy turned to dismay and sorrow,
As they cried, "He is not Here!"
Suddenly the emptiness of the tomb disappeared as light surrounded them.
In the brightness, they saw two men dressed in dazzling white.
"Why seek the living among the dead?" they heard them say.
Alive, they ponder, our Lord alive?
"He said He would rise from the dead on the 3rd day," the men reminded them
Hope, joy excitement and anticipation returned as they remembered and received those words.
How speedily those daughters ran to their next destination, Jesus disciples.
With joy and excitement they told their story.
But their story of joy and excitement were met with, "Nonsense, silly women telling stories."
Unbelief
Unbelief cannot dream,
Unbelief cannot imagine, cannot run, cannot dance, cannot hope,
Unbelief cannot receive the promise, cannot receive the gift of joy.
Unbelief remains fearful, hopeless, limited, powerless.
Unbelief closes the provision, shuts the outpouring He desires to give.
Two Choices...what different outcomes!
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The Power of God
The tomb was sealed,
The stone was the sealed,
The guards were posted.
The enemy thought he had won, killed the Son, proven himself a winner.
But, can a sealed tomb stop the power of the living God?
Can a sealed stone stop the destiny of the Lord Jesus?
Can guards and soldiers frustrate the plans of God Almighty?
Absolutely Not!
Our God, not dead but alive,
Alive with power and glory
Desiring now to indwell me with the same power that caused Him to rise again.
The amazing mystery of Christ in me,
My hope and glory!
How driven with passion and love for their Savior.
They had a plan,
A plan to anoint His body with oil, herbs, spices, perfume,
All with the desire to love on Him, the only way they now knew.
They set out knowing there was a boulder covering the entrance.
But this fact did not deter them.
They only had one desire,
To behold His face again, to touch His garment once more,
To pour out their offerings of oil and incense upon Him
On Him, the One, who had touched their lives and set them free.
They were driven by this desire,
The hindrance of the boulder did not damper their persistence.
Somehow, someway, they knew they would get in.
What joy and excitement filled their hearts when they observed that the boulder had been rolled away.
How fast they ran to enter, to behold their beloved One.
As they entered their joy turned to dismay and sorrow,
As they cried, "He is not Here!"
Suddenly the emptiness of the tomb disappeared as light surrounded them.
In the brightness, they saw two men dressed in dazzling white.
"Why seek the living among the dead?" they heard them say.
Alive, they ponder, our Lord alive?
"He said He would rise from the dead on the 3rd day," the men reminded them
Hope, joy excitement and anticipation returned as they remembered and received those words.
How speedily those daughters ran to their next destination, Jesus disciples.
With joy and excitement they told their story.
But their story of joy and excitement were met with, "Nonsense, silly women telling stories."
Unbelief
Unbelief cannot dream,
Unbelief cannot imagine, cannot run, cannot dance, cannot hope,
Unbelief cannot receive the promise, cannot receive the gift of joy.
Unbelief remains fearful, hopeless, limited, powerless.
Unbelief closes the provision, shuts the outpouring He desires to give.
Two Choices...what different outcomes!
_________________________________________________________________________________________
The Power of God
The tomb was sealed,
The stone was the sealed,
The guards were posted.
The enemy thought he had won, killed the Son, proven himself a winner.
But, can a sealed tomb stop the power of the living God?
Can a sealed stone stop the destiny of the Lord Jesus?
Can guards and soldiers frustrate the plans of God Almighty?
Absolutely Not!
Our God, not dead but alive,
Alive with power and glory
Desiring now to indwell me with the same power that caused Him to rise again.
The amazing mystery of Christ in me,
My hope and glory!
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
That Dreadful Hour
There was the hour when darkness reigned,
When grace was not supplied,
When the heavens were not open with provision and aid.
It was the hour the Son had to suffer.
He had to suffer alone, without the strength of His Father, without the aid of angels, without heavenly manna.
He had to bear the burden alone.
The weight of the sin of all mankind.
The torture was unceasing...yet He remained silent,
He had no condemnation for His torturers
This was the hour He came to earth to bear,
This was the hour He knew He had to endure to bring the peace He desired for us all.
But He knew what was on the other side,
The joy that was set before Him.
As He was whipped...He saw your shame blotted out, your diseases cured, your heart transformed.
As he was spat upon... He saw His love transforming you, His peace enfolding you.
As those nails were driven into His flesh...He saw your chains fall, your burden lifted.
Willingly He laid down His life so we could be whole.
For only a few hours darkness reigned
But when He burst forth from the tomb...that hour ended.
Forevermore now He reigns!
His light, and victory prevail above all!
The veil was torn in two
The door flung open wide
For heaven to come to earth and for us to partake of His gift!!!
Luke 22
When grace was not supplied,
When the heavens were not open with provision and aid.
It was the hour the Son had to suffer.
He had to suffer alone, without the strength of His Father, without the aid of angels, without heavenly manna.
He had to bear the burden alone.
The weight of the sin of all mankind.
The torture was unceasing...yet He remained silent,
He had no condemnation for His torturers
This was the hour He came to earth to bear,
This was the hour He knew He had to endure to bring the peace He desired for us all.
But He knew what was on the other side,
The joy that was set before Him.
As He was whipped...He saw your shame blotted out, your diseases cured, your heart transformed.
As he was spat upon... He saw His love transforming you, His peace enfolding you.
As those nails were driven into His flesh...He saw your chains fall, your burden lifted.
Willingly He laid down His life so we could be whole.
For only a few hours darkness reigned
But when He burst forth from the tomb...that hour ended.
Forevermore now He reigns!
His light, and victory prevail above all!
The veil was torn in two
The door flung open wide
For heaven to come to earth and for us to partake of His gift!!!
Luke 22
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