But Now I am Found

Prayer Shawl Hanging from Rod


© Jeanne E Webster


One day at a time

Sweet Jesus

You taught us to pray


Not for yesterday

Not for tomorrow

Only for today


So I’m praying today


For my family

My friends

My enemies

My self

The lost

Those who stumble

Those who fall


Help us all this day

Father, we pray

Somehow shine

Through this maze

Called life


For you are

Our God

Our Creator

Our Father

Our only glory


Among this clay

Smooth out the cracks

Redraw the lines

Recolor the tint


That this world

Will see only you

In this body

This spirit

This sinner

This lover of self

This pilgrim

This “good” person

This crying soul

This marked entity


Branded with your cross

Forever and ever

This weeping one

Humbly prays

This day


Abba Father

My God

My Redeemer

My Lord

My King

My Savior

The great I AM



NaPoWriMo   Day 23

Another Morning. . .

© Jeanne E Webster

Psalm 92:1, 2

It is good to give thanks to the Lord

And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;

To declare Your loving kindness in the morning

And Your faithfulness every night!


Your Word is settled in heaven, forever.  Your faithfulness endures to all generations.  Amen.


Oh Lord, I shall always put my trust in Thee;

Preserve me with uprightness and integrity.

Show me Thy ways and teach me to see,

For I wait on Thee…I wait on Thee.


Morning, noon, and night I pray

In the shadows of Thy wings let me stay.

Hear my voice when I cry aloud,

With head and knees humbly bowed.


Have mercy on me and restore my soul,

‘Ere long this world takes its dreadful toll.

My hope is in Thee and shall always be,

For I wait on Thee…I wait on Thee.


Praise and glory to Thee I sing

For You, oh Lord, are my everything.

My heart is fixed on heaven above,

On Your great and eternal love.


Oh Lord, let my soul dwell at ease;

Grant me Your deep, everlasting peace.

Strengthen my heart; give me dignity,

For I wait on Thee…I wait on Thee.

Birds Are Winging Homeward

©Jeanne E Webster

Matthew 6:6   “But you, when you pray, enter into your closet, and when you have shut the door, pray to your Father which is in secret; and your Father which sees in secret shall reward you openly.”

If you hear me say, “I’ve got to go to my closet,” it is not what you think.  I’m not looking for wearing apparel. I must lift someone up to the Lord and need to retire to a quiet place, hence, my closet.

Did you play “Pretend” when you were a child?  Many of us did.  We would make believe we had an invisible friend to relate to, talk to; we’d just have fun.  This friend was as real as real could be, when you are a child.  One day you grow up and realize it was merely child’s play.

Now grown and no longer playing games, I hope you have a real friend, your personal Savior, Jesus Christ.  You can walk with Him and talk with Him, and He is as real as any person you’ve ever seen or imagined.  As grownups we call this interaction, prayer.   Jesus is there to share your needs, your joys, your burdens and those of others.  Look upon prayer as a serious privilege and duty, along with a deep relationship, a holy union.

What is really happening when you pray for the needs of another?  Do you understand this mystery?

You have taken their spirit’s need and drawn them into the presence of the Lord and formed a holy accord.  Quieting your mind and spirit, you enter into this prayer closet and tell it all to Jesus.  From your heart and soul, you bear those burdens to Him, and the Holy Spirit prays with you throughout this gathering.

Such as, “Lord, this is my friend, Mary, and she is in need of your help.  She is suffering from dizziness and severe headaches.   .   .   ”

You continue in spirit, hushed by the stillness and peace emanating from His presence.  It is a special moment when Spirit speaks with spirit.  In time you come away with the sense that the need is in God’s hand, and His peace reigns supreme in your heart and in the heart of the one in need.  The Lord has heard. . .and all is well.


Jesus, Kneel Beside Me

~Allen Eastman Cross

Jesus, kneel beside me in the dawn of day;

Thine is prayer eternal—Teach me how to pray!

Master, work beside me in the shining sun;

Gently guide Thy servant till the work be done.

Saviour, watch beside me in the closing light;

Lo, the evening cometh—watch with me this night!

Birds are winging homeward, sun and shadow cease;

Savior, take my spirit to Thy perfect peace.


Crying…at the Church Door

Crying… at the Church Door

© Jeanne E Webster

Do you remember…?

Churches used to be open every day, all day, all night, holidays, and ordinary days.  Why? People needed them, and not merely for Sunday services and perhaps Wednesday night prayer meetings and Bible study. A church was a sanctuary, a shelter from the storms of life, a sacred place where you could commune with God, a place to find peace and quiet.  What happened?

The privilege was abused?  Not safe?  People stole things?  People started fires to keep warm on cold days?  Babies were left on the front steps?  No one had time to supervise the activities?  Not one?  No one cared enough?  Is God still there?  Sure is.

Our needs are the same today as they were years ago.   People are looking for peace amid the bustles of the day. “Oh, I wish I could find peace and quiet.”  But today they are looking in all the wrong places.  The day we shut up the doors to God’s house for anything but per functionary events was the day we turned the needs of the people over to Satan. 

Most every town has lots of churches–a First Baptist Church there, an Evangelical Church here, a Presbyterian one up the street, across from the Church of Christ.  St. Leo’s Catholic Church is two blocks away, and up the hill is a Lutheran church.  One thing they have in common:  they are open but a few hours a week; services are performed, classes are given, and sermons are spoken.

How about a prayer chapel, at least, open 24-7, a place of solace, in every active church?   Surely there is a small room available, a corner with no distractions?


…all these churches sitting idle on street corners, empty, no activities,

…maybe somehow it could be worked out for someone to volunteer their time, or make it safe somehow, make it so no one will steal, set on fire, or any other bad thing?

I think it would be a good thing

…and it could happen

…and it needs to happen.

People need the Lord.

…people need a place to think and pray

…a safe place, nice and peaceful.

Pass it on…

…maybe someone can find a way?

I pray.


You Saw Me Crying in the Chapel

(Words & music by Arthur Glenn)

You saw me crying in the chapel.
The tears I shed were tears of joy
I know the meaning of contentment
Now I am happy with the Lord

Just a plain and simple chapel
Where humble people go to pray
I pray the Lord that I’ll grow stronger
As I live from day to day

I’ve searched and I’ve searched
But I couldn’t find
No way on earth
To gain peace of mind

Now I’m happy in the chapel
Where people are of one accord
Yes, We gather in the chapel
Just to sing and praise the Lord

Ev’ry sinner looks for something
That will put his heart at ease
There is only one true answer
He must get down on his knees

Meet your neighbor in the chapel
Join with him in tears of joy
You’ll know the meaning of contentment
Then you’ll be happy with the Lord

You’ll search and you’ll search
But you’ll never find
No way on earth
To gain peace of mind

Take your troubles to the chapel
Get down on your knees and pray
And Your burdens will be lighter
And you’ll surely find the way

Fears are a Bear!


© Jeanne E Webster


Is your spiritual life having a nap? Is it on an extended vacation from spiritual habits and nourishment? Yes, it happens to everyone. The world distracts our spiritual focus away from nurturing food and strengthening exercises, pleading instead to our physical nature with many urgent voices.  Fears are as abundant as television commercials during a two-hour movie.

“Help me!” demands a loved one coming down off a drug habit.

“You have 30 days to pay your rent or you’re out of here!” threatens an irate landlord.

A red-faced supervisor yells in your ear, “Close the deal by Friday or you’re fired!”

Everywhere we look there is turmoil, anxiety, fear, tension, and dread. What are we to do? Is this what life is all about? To put it succinctly, NO!

Jesus warns us to quit worrying about things that hinder our walk in the spirit. As Christians, we have precious encouragement, “Don’t worry about what tomorrow will bring you, for it will take care of itself.” (Matt. 6:34) What’s He saying here? Do not worry or become over-anxious.  Life is about living in the physical body while focusing on the spiritual body.

Ok, but why does He say this when all about us are fearful distractions? Could it be because we’re looking in all the wrong places for help?

He follows up with Matt. 6:33, “Don’t worry about what you will eat, what you will drink, or if you will be clothed.” Non-believers worry about those things! “Seek FIRST the kingdom of God and His righteousness…and all your needs will be provided to you.”

To sum it up, Jesus tells us that God is still in charge of our lives; He knows our every need. “For your heavenly Father knows that you have need of these things.” (Matt. 6:32b) What assurance! What Reassurance! Our heavenly Father knows. Think about it. God is the creator of all things, even us, and planned the world’s itinerary from the beginning to its end. And here we are, worrying about what’s going to happen tomorrow. “O ye of little faith!” (Matt. 6:30)

Phil. 4:6-7 May I be anxious for nothing, and in all things by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, may I make my needs known to You; and I know that Your peace, which surpasses all understanding, will guard my heart and mind through Jesus Christ. Amen

He has Sworn…

Dear God…

©Jeanne E Webster


From the massacre of thousands and injuring of hundreds of thousands during the desolation of the World Trade Center in New York City…

Comfort us.


From the legalized butchery of millions of unborn babies in America and around the world…

Forgive us.


From the losses of food and and properties burnt up in the severe weather America has suffered this year…

Comfort us.


For teaching and legalizing the lie that a person has sexual gender options other than normal…

Forgive us.


From the destruction of millions of lives, seduced and held captive by the power of drugs and alcohol…

Comfort us.


For the breakdown of the family unit once held together by a common thread called love…

Forgive us.


From the vicious slayings of innocent children by sadistic perverted persons…

Comfort us.


For the abominations perpetrated upon the innocents of this world by “holy” ones…

Forgive them.


`For the broken hearted who have lost their focus on the Healer of Broken Hearts, Jesus…

Comfort them.


For the millions of people addicted to immoral and violent forms of entertainment…

Forgive us.


For the thousands of our military troops drawing a “line in the sand” for peace…

Protect them.


For the millions of frail elderly folks lying and dying in sliding-door facilities as ancient and neglected as they…

Comfort them.


For the millions of caring, compassionate volunteers reporting for duty

Praise your name.


For the millions of parishioners mislead by pulpit wolves in sheep’s clothing

Enlighten them.


For the shepherds standing in pulpits, presenting the gospel with dirty hands…

Forgive them.


For America, our beloved country, that is slowly deteriorating before our eyes…

Comfort us.


For America, who has exported such vile and immoral commodities to the world…

Forgive us.


For the World’s millions upon millions upon millions of starving and ignored people…

Comfort them.


For the world’s incessant cry for more and more abominable toys

Forgive us.


Please read this Scripture. Perhaps we may see that what is going on in our little world today is nothing new. Yet…neither is God.


Amos 4(NKJV)

Amos 4:1 Hear this word, you cows of Bashan, who [are] on the mountain of Samaria, Who oppress the poor, who crush the needy, who say to your husbands, “Bring [wine,] let us drink!”

2 The Lord GOD has sworn by His holiness: “Behold, the days shall come upon you when He will take you away with fishhooks, and your posterity with fishhooks.

3 You will go out [through] broken [walls,] each one straight ahead of her, and you will be cast into Harmon,” Says the LORD.

4 ” Come to Bethel and transgress, At Gilgal multiply transgression; Bring your sacrifices every morning, your tithes every three days.

5 Offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving with leaven, Proclaim [and] announce the freewill offerings; for this you love, [You] children of Israel!” Says the Lord GOD.

6 ” Also I gave you cleanness of teeth in all your cities. And lack of bread in all your places; yet you have not returned to Me,” Says the LORD.

7 “I also withheld rain from you, When [there were] still three months to the harvest. I made it rain on one city; I withheld rain from another city. One part was rained upon, and where it did not rain the part withered.

8 So two [or] three cities wandered to another city to drink water, but they were not satisfied; yet you have not returned to Me,” Says the LORD.

9 “I blasted you with blight and mildew. When your gardens increased, your vineyards, your fig trees, and your olive trees, the locust devoured [them;] yet you have not returned to Me,” Says the LORD.

10 “I sent among you a plague after the manner of Egypt; your young men I killed with a sword, along with your captive horses; I made the stench of your camps come up into your nostrils; yet you have not returned to Me,” says the LORD.

11 “I overthrew [some] of you, As God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah, and you were like a firebrand plucked from the burning; yet you have not returned to Me,” Says the LORD.

12 “Therefore thus will I do to you, O Israel; because I will do this to you, prepare to meet your God, O Israel!”

13 For behold, He who forms mountains, and creates the wind, who declares to man what his thought [is,] and makes the morning darkness, who treads the high places of the earth — The LORD God of hosts [is] His name.


Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

©Jeanne E Webster


Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep


Many needs of people–trying

To find some peace–crying

No home, no bed–sighing

Hungry, hurting–dying

Memories crowding, goodbye’ing

Rushing by, raggedy bits a’ lying

Leftovers the world overlooked


Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray my soul the Lord will keep


What do I fear at night–?

The monsters?  They won’t bite

They’re only shadows of the night

Like ghosts running out of light


Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul will take.

God bless mommy, gramma and gramps

My sisters and brothers

My doggie and cat

All my cousins, uncles and aunts

My friends and everyone at school

Thank you, Father, for everything, amen.


Goodnight world.

Do You Know Your Own Strength?


©2011 Jeanne E Webster

A farmer who was out plowing with one mule kept yelling at it,

“Giddap, Pete! Giddap, Barney! Giddap, Johnny! Giddap, Tom!”

A stranger, observing this, finally asked, “How many names does that mule have?”

“Only one,” answered the farmer.  “His name is Pete, but he doesn’t know his own strength, so I put blinders on him. Then I yell the other names at him, and he thinks three other mules are helping him!”


In a serious sense, we sometimes feel we have blinders on when trying to plead our cause before the Lord.

We know not how to pray.”

Reaching out to others not only strengthens us but deepens our zeal. There is nothing like prayer to bring hope to the downcast, peace to the anxious, or healing to the sick.  Let us pray together.

James 5:17b The prayer of a righteous man availeth much. 

Matthew 18:20  For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.

Kneelers for the Needy

©Jeanne E Webster




Someone, help me please!

I’m in need of prayers.

I’m on bended knees

And pulling out my hairs.

Somewhere out there someone is dying, yet not ready to meet his or her maker.  Somewhere out there someone is crying, weighed down with one too many burdens.  A child hides in shame and fear from a molester; an adult fears his job is lost.  A wife faces another day with an abusive husband and four kids to raise; a husband stares at the empty wedding band lying on the dresser.  A teenager wrestles with anger over being bullied at school; a college graduate sees no meaning in his “piece of paper.”

 Young or old, healthy or sick, male or female, employed or out of work, married or single, EVERYONE is in need of prayer support sometime in their lives.  There is a time when words do not come forth from the mouth, the heart tightens up like a fist, when tears well up and dry out, and the spirit lies spent and crushed.

 People need people when hope is gone or on vacation.  Who wants to go it alone?  Many feel too ashamed, too tired, too weak or too helpless.  Our Lord even said it is good to gather in twos or threes.  He knew there is strength and power in numbers.  My heart goes out to those in need of prayer, from family members who keep asking me “why,” to total strangers confessing the direst needs. 

There’s something sacred and mystical about that plea, “Would you pray for me?”  It goes beyond words or thoughts; it’s purely the spirit speaking a guttural tongue.  Whom else to help than the Creator who made it?  It is directed at the Creator, its Papa.  I would imagine Papa is the first object we see when we’re fresh off the press.  And it’s Papa to whom we flee in times of need.

So when you have the privilege to pray for someone, report for duty, please.  Someday, somewhere out there, you will be the one asking that question and giving someone the privilege to carry you to that altar of grace. 

“What a privilege it is to carry everything to God in prayer!”