I Love YOU Because of HIM

I Love YOU Because of HIM
When God brought us together, one heart He made from two.
In His image and His likeness, He’s sculpted me and you.


He was merciful and gracious; He helped us both to see,
Love flows to you through me, dear, and you are  His Love to me.


Our lives are more by measure, established on God’s Word
More than earthly treasure, the love that He has stirred


In His Heart there was a vision.  He spoke our destiny.
He’s strong where we are lacking;  He’s our eternity.


I thank Him for His Presence,  and Power, ever-flowing.
With joyful effervescence, our love is ever-growing!


Integrity becomes you;  your character, unflawed.
Your steadfast perseverance, can only come from God.


We’re living Life together, through mercy and His grace,
We’ll share His love with others, ‘til we see Him face to face!

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Psalms 71

 
Take this scripture and make it yours.
 
 
 

Psalm 71<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14978A" data-link="(A)”>

In you, Lord, I have taken refuge;<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14978B" data-link="(B)”>
    let me never be put to shame.

<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14978C" data-link="(C)”>

In your righteousness, rescue me and deliver me;
    turn your ear<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14979D" data-link="(D)”> to me and save me.

Be my rock of refuge,
    to which I can always go;
give the command to save me,
    for you are my rock and my fortress.<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14980E" data-link="(E)”>
Deliver<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14981F" data-link="(F)”> me, my God, from the hand of the wicked,<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14981G" data-link="(G)”>
    from the grasp of those who are evil and cruel.<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14981H" data-link="(H)”>
For you have been my hope,<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14982I" data-link="(I)”> Sovereign Lord,
    my confidence<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14982J" data-link="(J)”> since my youth.

From birth<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14983K" data-link="(K)”> I have relied on you;
    you brought me forth from my mother’s womb.<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14983L" data-link="(L)”>
    I will ever praise<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14983M" data-link="(M)”> you.

I have become a sign<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14984N" data-link="(N)”> to many;
    you are my strong refuge.<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14984O" data-link="(O)”>
My mouth<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14985P" data-link="(P)”> is filled with your praise,
    declaring your splendor<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14985Q" data-link="(Q)”> all day long.
 
Do not cast<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14986R" data-link="(R)”> me away when I am old;<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14986S" data-link="(S)”>
    do not forsake<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14986T" data-link="(T)”> me when my strength is gone.

10 For my enemies<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14987U" data-link="(U)”> speak against me;
    those who wait to kill<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14987V" data-link="(V)”> me conspire<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14987W" data-link="(W)”> together.

11 They say, “God has forsaken<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14988X" data-link="(X)”> him;
    pursue him and seize him,
    for no one will rescue<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14988Y" data-link="(Y)”> him.”

12 Do not be far<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14989Z" data-link="(Z)”> from me, my God;
    come quickly, God, to help<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14989AA" data-link="(AA)”> me.

13 May my accusers<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14990AB" data-link="(AB)”> perish in shame;<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14990AC" data-link="(AC)”>
    may those who want to harm me
    be covered with scorn and disgrace.
<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14990AD" data-link="(AD)”> 
14 As for me, I will always have hope;<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14991AE" data-link="(AE)”>
    I will praise you more and more.
 
15 My mouth will tell<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14992AF" data-link="(AF)”> of your righteous deeds,<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14992AG" data-link="(AG)”>
    of your saving acts all day long—
    though I know not how to relate them all.

16 I will come and proclaim your mighty acts,<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14993AH" data-link="(AH)”> Sovereign Lord;
    I will proclaim your righteous deeds, yours alone.
17 Since my youth, God, you have taught<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14994AI" data-link="(AI)”> me,
    and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.

<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14994AJ" data-link="(AJ)”>

18 Even when I am old and gray,<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14995AK" data-link="(AK)”>
    do not forsake me, my God,
till I declare your power<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14995AL" data-link="(AL)”> to the next generation,
    your mighty acts to all who are to come.
<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14995AM" data-link="(AM)”> 
19 Your righteousness, God, reaches to the heavens,<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14996AN" data-link="(AN)”>
    you who have done great things.<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14996AO" data-link="(AO)”>
    Who is like you, God?

<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14996AP" data-link="(AP)”>

20 Though you have made me see troubles,<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14997AQ" data-link="(AQ)”>
    many and bitter,
    you will restore<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14997AR" data-link="(AR)”> my life again;
from the depths of the earth<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14997AS" data-link="(AS)”>
    you will again bring me up.

21 You will increase my honor<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14998AT" data-link="(AT)”>
    and comfort<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14998AU" data-link="(AU)”> me once more.
 
22 I will praise you with the harp<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14999AV" data-link="(AV)”>
    for your faithfulness, my God;
I will sing praise to you with the lyre,<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14999AW" data-link="(AW)”>
    Holy One of Israel.

<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14999AX" data-link="(AX)”>

23 My lips will shout for joy<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-15000AY" data-link="(AY)”>
    when I sing praise to you—
    I whom you have delivered.

<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-15000AZ" data-link="(AZ)”>

24 My tongue will tell of your righteous acts
    all day long,<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-15001BA" data-link="(BA)”>
for those who wanted to harm me<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-15001BB" data-link="(BB)”>
    have been put to shame and confusion.
 
<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-15001BC" data-link="(BC)”> 

Cordless is Not Wireless 2

Writing today, I was reminded that all of life to us is a mixture of Spiritual and Secular. 


  

                          

A techie family member is staying with us for a few months until he can complete a work contract in San Francisco.  I had been doing some ironing.  (Who in the real world does that anymore? I think I’m the only one who still irons.)   
He asked me to leave the iron on so he could press some of his shirts before packing for a trip. Not a problem.
In and out of the room, I noted his diligent efforts at shirt pressing.  I must admit, I had never seen some of these most unique methods for ironing – not  in my whole life.
For instance, I thought the back, square part of the ironing board was where the iron should sit.  Not him.   That is where he had placed the shoulders and back of his shirts. The iron sat at the pointy part.  The whole board was backwards!
It really made me chuckle. 
Now this guy is savvy to the max.  His laptop was poised so he could see it, and his phone was busy receiving text messages.  Since it was his on-call week for the hospital, his work phone interrupted regularly.  Tech-speak could be heard throughout my living room.  Oh, the wonders of wireless technology!
On one of my trips through the house, he mentioned that my iron was acting funny.  I told him to check the plug as it sometimes falls from the outlet.  He did and since it was partly dislodged, he re-seated it. Not too technical.
A bit later, I noticed he was a little flustered.  Very intent, pressing down hard on the material, he sawed back-and-forth on his shirt.  Still wrinkled.
When I inquired whether or nor not everything was okay, he looked puzzled.
“I think this thing is broken.” 
The iron was just sitting there, so I checked the plug.  A laughter-burst made me suck in air and then snort unexpectedly!  Oops!
His eyebrows knit together, he asked what I thought was so funny!
“Ha ha ha ha  –  It’s cordless, NOT wireless!” I guffawed.
Oh my, I found this extremely amusing!  With all his know-how, he had missed one small point about this appliance. 
This particular iron is great.   It’s ease-of-use is that there is no cord attached to the iron itself.   It sits on a special base, and that base is plugged into the wall. 
The iron MUST be replaced on the base in order to keep it hot.
The look on his face was priceless and he broke out laughing too!
It seems we get so used to things operating or working on a certain levels that we often forget that there may be different rules for different things.
The Holy Spirit made a good lesson of this for me, immediately.
How often have I presumed upon God and expected HIM to miraculously keep me fervent and hot….  endued with “power from above” and then got upset because nothing was working!!!
All the while . . . 
                         it was ME that was “off base.”
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Follow THE URGE! 2

Sometimes You Just Need to Follow THE URGE! 


As busy mornings go, mine was no exception.   Since I work from home, the fax machine and both phones were already in full swing in the downstairs office.   Page after page plopped into the tray as my printer hummed along. 


Although I was engrossed in my work, I was aware of music and a steady drumming rhythm that synced with my printer as the guy next door cleaned his car.   Then, a couple of sirens echoed somewhere in the distance. 


Flyers and other advertising materials came to life on my color printer in the upstairs bedroom, while the black-and-white printer downstairs cranked out the study guides. 


I was up and down those stairs all morning!  Great exercise!  


My growling stomach sent me back down to the kitchen.  Lunch time already?  


While I was rummaging in the fridge, something pressed my thoughts in the background.  I couldn’t shake it.    I call those feelings,  “The Urge”.  No, not the rock band….and nothing to do with a commercial.  


Maybe it’s short for URGENT.  But this I know, when the Holy Spirit puts it there, I MUST follow it!  Although, I haven’t always followed them as I should, but I’m getting better and better everyday. 


My prayer is that God keeps me in practice so that if it is ever a life-and-death situation, I’m on it without delay! 


The URGE was to go back upstairs. Why?  In my head, I reviewed everything I’d done that morning and couldn’t figure it out. 


Up the stairs I shot, anyway! 


Looking around, I could see nothing out of order, but a sudden, weird flash of light caught my attention.   


From my second floor window, I can see behind my house into neighbor’s yards.  Something was happening in one of the homes. 


Hurrying to my bedroom window where I could have a better look, I noticed emergency vehicles.   EMT’s were carrying a stretcher.  The door to the house was open.  People were coming in and out of the house.  Prayer immediately tumbled from my lips.  
  
The home was small and, apparently, the construction of the carport and the angle of the entrance to the home prevented the crew from getting the stretcher inside.  Loud yelling summoned four strong guys!  I continued to pray.


Some one dashed to a nearby shed, retrieving a large transport chair.  By now it had been over ten minutes.  Something was up. 


What could cause the delay?  I kept up the prayer.  Some of the EMT’s made frustrated gestures to each other.  As I opened my window, I heard,  


“I can’t” one yelled.  “We can’t, it won’t go!” 


Just then, other EMTs emerged in the doorway with a very large man slumped over in the wheelchair.  They struggled, and the man in the chair was not able to help. 


Back inside they pulled and pushed the chair and the man.  My prayer continued and I asked God to give them wisdom.    Finally they repositioned, and were able to maneuver him, and the chair, backwards out of the house to the small, flat section of porch where a gurney was waiting. 


Yikes!   The man’s physical size, and the dimensions of his home, caused delays that wasted precious time.   I didn’t know what could be wrong, but I knew I was to stay and pray.  Finally, the man roused a bit as they continued to struggle, but the oxygen seemed to be helping. 


That was all I could see.  Evidentially, they got him into the ambulance and they were off, sirens blaring.   


No, I do not know those particular neighbors.  In fact, until that day, I have never even seen them.  Their big tree used to block any view, but since it was recently removed, I had a straight line of vision that day.   


I stood there for a while just staring. 


I found myself thinking of all the times God is there helping us even when we don’t see it.  I mused about His Great Love!   


I felt humbled to be used, and was glad I went with my gut. 


The bottom line?   Sometimes you just need to Follow The Urge! 

Update:   During another completely separate situation involving our lost cat who went over the fence, I managed to run into the son of the guy who had the heart attack.  He filled me in. I was able to share with him that I had seen everything from my window and had prayed over the situation.  The kid just stood there wide-eyed, shaking his head.  He admitted that it must have helped because his dad was fine now!

This post is Shared with Hazel at Tell Me a Story

From the Trenches 2

Many times as I am spending time in prayer, words rise up for someone.
And so it was today.   These words are for you!
From the Trenches … 


God’s Holy power delivers us
In all the things that makes life rough


The words we speak can set us free
Mountains will be forced into the sea.


But we forget His mighty Hand
Is strong to save, and help us stand.


His promises shore our every step
His Love leaves us with no regret.


His Holy Spirit rests strong on you
Your words and deeds ring loud and true!


A soldier mighty – – A warrior strong!
In your heart, God’s battle song.


Go forth!  Go forth, obedient son.
God has the enemy on the run.


As you speak God’s Word today,
Watch what He does, when you pray.


Not only on others will blessings fall,
They’ll chase you down. You’ll have a ball!


It’s all on God.  His timing’s right
Don’t let go – Keep up the fight!


Thought for the day:  A good fight is one that you win. 
 The good news is ……we win!
This post is Linked to Hazel’s Tell Me a Story

Consolation: Leveraged Mercy

What can I say?  This present world is broken!

There is so much going on that is taking its toll on all of us in one way or another, it’s heartbreaking! So many people seem to be holding on by a thread and the walking-wounded surround us.

As my husband and I drove off this evening, headed for the store, we could see our next-door neighbor’s son sitting in the garage.   He is always there…sitting, just sitting.

In his late twenties, he has lost most of his hair.  Thin and withered in body, his sunken eyes search.  Life isn’t much fun.  With his mother also ill, there is no one to cook healthy meals for this emaciated soul.

I’m sure he wasn’t prepared for the turn his life took a few years ago when a rare form of cancer took his leg.  The amputation, so severe, left him unable to wear prosthesis, so a single crutch suffices for support.

Little by little, all his friends graduated from high school and went on to college or began families of their own.   With no computer, his best friends now are the television and one small dog named “Lucky.”

Well, it didn’t take a minute, and out of my mouth I heard myself saying, “Let’s pick him up a Strawberry-Banana smoothie from the shopping center and bring it right back to him.”

Randy indicated that it would be two trips.  I shrugged, so we drove through, picked up the smoothie and came right back!   Randy got out and headed for the garage. The day had been hot and was just starting to cool, but that garage was still hot.

Our neighbor watched, a little startled, as Randy approached, handing him the drink.

“Say, said Randy, “We thought you might like to have a little treat.”   The kid’s eyes said it all as he enthusiastically received this little bit of an indulgence that most of us take for granted.
Possibly a little inconvenient,  it wasn’t really too difficult to lay aside our immediate plans  and follow the inner prompting.

The Voice of the Holy Spirit is constantly guiding, prodding, directing. If it is going to be ever, then NOW is the time to practice listening to the Voice of the Holy Spirit.  Hearing followed by doing is the full scope of the drill.

Yes, I said drill.  It isn’t always grandiose.  Sometimes the drill is small, like blessing a kid whose hopes have been dashed – whose life is dull repetition, full of loneliness.

God has a way of messing with our comfort zone, but it is to keep us on our toes!  My prayer is that I learn to hear and obey, now, when it is NOT a matter of life-and-death, so that if a situation arises where it is life-and-death, I will be ready.

Besides that, any consolation we bring is actually “leveraged mercy”.   Not only do we get back more than we put in, but we sharpen our skills as servants of The Most High God!

This post is shared at “Tell Me a True Story.”