New Year Pause


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Resolutions, everyone? How about a revelation then? I’m not a great resolutionist of idle thought, but give me revelation of a gap in my relationship with God, I’ll report for duty every time. This New Year I have resolved to intensify my closeness to God. My spirit tells me I need to; my heart rejoices with the thought.

Where do I begin this trek? I think I’ll start with my prayer time. I’ve rather become a mite flippant, a little fiddling instead of a lot of communicating. With a bit of introspection, we could all draw closer to God, don’t you think?

A favorite hymn that always causes me to ponder with wonder:
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I Know Whom I Have Believed
~Daniel W. Whittle 1840-1901

I know not why God’s wondrous grace
To me he hath made known,
Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love
Redeemed me for his own.

Refrain:
But I know whom I have believed,
And am persuaded that he is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.

 

I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart,
Nor how believing in His Word
Wrought peace within my heart.

Refrain:

I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing us of sin,
Revealing Jesus through the Word
Creating faith in Him.

Refrain:

I know not when my Lord may come,
At night or noonday fair,
Nor if I walk the vale with Him,
Or meet Him in the air.

Refrain:

BUT I KNOW WHOM I HAVE BELIEVED,
AND AM PERSUADED THAT HE IS ABLE
TO KEEP THAT WHICH I’VE COMMITTED
UNTO HIM AGAINST THAT DAY.
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Happy New Year, my friends in Christ.
Shalom,
Jeanne

The Bouquet of Decay

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What happened to gentility,
The quality of being refined?
(That modest act of civility,
We’ve somehow left behind.)

Morality has hit rock bottom;
Standards have bitten the dust.
Are we on our way to Sodom?
Or is it “Gomorrah or bust”?

Our language is so fouled
With words of depravity,
Best served with clean towels
And a lot less gravity.

The clothes many women wear
Are pure risqué “in your face”
Men’s rear-ends catch stares
As their pants fall from grace.

Body art exploits the skin
With tattoos, jewelry and cuts
Gothic vogue is definitely in;
Spirited shapes jauntily strut.

Don’t you miss the days of yore
When kids were girls and boys,
Untouched by porn and bloody gore
Or used as sick adult toys?

We’re seeing the destruction
Of the family building core.
T’is time we took our instruction
From the family “Bible” store.

We’ve gone so far off course
Is there no turning back?
Are there stirrings of remorse?
Things are really out of whack!

Pray, come clean and repent;
Some worthy places to start.
Let’s begin with one sentence:
Oh Lord, come into our hearts!

Spiritual Uplifting


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Are you bruised, dear one,
Too much grief to bear?
Call out to the Son;
Give Him all your cares.

“My grace is all you need,”
Peace carols like a bird.
For you His heart did bleed
Lean hard into His word.

Consider the situation:
Which pain is greater to bear…
A body in degradation
Or a spirit in disrepair?

The body moans and groans;
Fails us more each day;
Wears right to the bone;
To dust it will decay.

But the spirit is eternal,
Lives on and on and on.
Mark it in your journal…
To God your soul belongs.

The body rises from ashes,
The rejected spirit, never.
Bodily pain soon passes;
Pain in hell is forever.

Reject His love and grace?
You bring forth His wrath;
From you He turns His face
You’re on a hellish path.

Thank Him for His love,
His pardon for all sins;
The Spirit ascends above,
New life in heaven begins.

Turn your spirit to God;
Grasp His love and grace,
Uplifting you as you plod
Into His heavenly place.

Hope of Heaven

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Hope of Heaven

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Silent night . . . holy night . . .

The kingly head that was crowned with thorns

Once lay in a manger, sleeping,

Tenderly caressed by His mother, Mary.

 

O Come Emmanuel . . .

The hands that were cruelly nailed to the cross

Once healed thousands by His gentle touch,

Mercifully bestowed through His Father.

 

Amazing grace . . . how sweet the sound . . .

Those feet so harshly hammered to the wood

Once walked the sands of time for 33 years,

Presenting the hope of heaven

…to all mankind.

 

Just as I am . . . without one plea . . .

Oh Lamb of God, I come

I come!

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Dot by Dot

Footprints on Snow Covered Steps

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Moment by moment . . .

We breathe in His grace.

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Day by day . . .

His love we embrace.

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Little by little . . .

Our hearts interlace.

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Step by step . . .

We seek His face.

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One by one . . .

We finish the race.

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It is astounding that so much is accomplished in life when we reflect upon these age-old maxims!

Oh Happy Day!

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He slumped into the snow and died
Alone, but for the snarling winds
Veiling his final words of life:
“Oh, Lord! My God!” he cried.

Swaddled within the soft embrace
Of feathered, wispy crystals,
His body lay shrouded in a chrysalis:
He came to the end of his race.

The boisterous winds became still,
The menacing clouds recoiled;
Stars shone with ethereal light:
It was his Father’s sovereign will.

Aloft now, his soul began to roam,
Seeking to touch that holy hand
Of his waiting Lord and King:
“My son you’re welcome home!”

Tis the story of how my dad
Met his lot on an icy road,
He lost control of his car:
Oh Lord, that wreck was bad!

Dad was in the winter of life,
A slower glory-filled pace;
Ever a faithful man of God:
His grace bewails the fife.

I miss my dad, mentor and friend,
Yet I know he’s home with God
Walking ’round with his loving smile
In that heavenly land of no end!

Shalom

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Footprints on Snow Covered Steps

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©  2013  Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved

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Moment by moment . . .

We breathe in His grace.

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Day by day . . .

His love we embrace.

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Little by little . . .

Our hearts interlace.

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Step by step . . .

We seek His face.

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One by one . . .

We finish the race.

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It is astounding that so much is accomplished in life when we reflect upon these age-old maxims!