I Can Only Imagine

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I can only imagine what it will be like
When I walk by Your side
I can only imagine what my eyes will see
When Your face is before me
I can only imagine
Yeah

Surrounded by Your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for You Jesus?
Or in awe of You be still?

Will I stand in Your presence
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing, Hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

I can only imagine when that day comes
And I find myself standing in the sun
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship You
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine

Writer: Bart Marshall Millard
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SERVICES, INC.
“Let your thoughts wander and give them full rein to the Holy Spirit’s power within you.  What amazing words Bart Marshall Millard has gifted us with!  Amen”

 

Between Heaven and Hell . . . There’s a Cross

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Between Heaven and Hell . . . There’s a Cross

 © 2011 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

 

The cost of following Jesus has a steep price tag, particularly in family relationships.

Luke 12:51-53 “Do you think that I have come to bring peace on earth? I tell you, No, rather division. From now on there will be five in one household divided, three against two and two against three. The father shall be divided against the son, and the son against the father; the mother against the daughter, and the daughter against the mother; the mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.”

A daughter accepts Christ as her Savior and her life changes. She begins to exhibit characteristics of a Christian, and her family is taken aback. Soon they are estranged and the costs begin to mount up for the girl. She suffers hateful accusations meant to prompt a change in her faithfulness to Christ.

“Well, hello Miss Goody Two shoes!”

“Who do you think you are?”

“You’re not fun anymore.”

“We’re not good enough for you anymore?”

“You’ve stopped swearing.”

“Gee, you’re as phony as a two-dollar bill.”

“You’re not my daughter anymore!”

“Don’t cram that Jesus stuff down our throats.”

“You’re not welcome here till you change back to your old self.”

“You can go to hell for all we care!”

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We pay a steep price for our fellowship with Jesus. Our Lord warned us that we would be scorned, hated and abused, but our reward is heavenly.

Luke 9: 26 “If any man will follow me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily. Whoever will save his life shall lose it, but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, will save it. What’s your reward if you gain the whole world and lose your soul?”

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I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold;

I’d rather be His than have riches untold;

I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands;

I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hand

 

Refrain:

Than to be the king of a vast domain

And be held in sin’s dread sway;

I’d rather have Jesus than anything

This world affords today. 

 

I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause;

I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;

I’d rather have Jesus than worldwide fame;

I’d rather be true to His holy name.

 

He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom;

He’s sweeter than honey from out the comb;

He’s all that my hungering spirit needs;

I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead.

~Rhea F. Miller, 1922

 

Once Upon a Mom

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© Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved

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“Mom….

Your hair is soft and pretty.”

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“Mom…..

You make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”

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“Mom….

You tell good bedtime stories.”

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“Mom….

You give nice ‘good night’ hugs.”

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“Mom….

Your kisses make my boo-boos get all better.”

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“Mom….

I like to hold your hand.”

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“Mom….

How come you’re sick?”

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“Mom….

I hate to see you cry.”

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“Mom….

Why do you have to go away?”

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“Mom….

Does it hurt bad?”

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“Mom….

How far away is heaven?”

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“Mom….

Why can’t I go with you?”

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“Mom….

I don’t want you to go!”

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“Mom….

Why can’t Jesus come here to see you?”

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“Mom….

I’ll be a big girl for you.”

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“Mom….

I won’t cry very long.”

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“Mom….

Can I have one more hug and kiss?”

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“Mom….

I love you.”

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“Mom….

———-?”

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“Mom….

———-!“

Birthday Touches

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© Jeanne E Webster

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Today is my mother’s birthday.  She would have been 95 years old.  She went to her eternal home 18 years ago, there to be welcomed by our Lord Jesus Christ.

I’ve missed her…still do.

I talk to her…

I sense her presence…

I know she is smiling a lot, now that she is at peace.

She had a good upbringing, an upright family, lacked for nothing as a child,

‘cept maybe a close relationship with her father.

Her mother was loving, expressed it so acutely, was an angel in disguise.  Gramma was my guardian angel, I know that beyond a doubt.  She watches over me to this day.  I know.

Mom went to art school with high aspirations, excelled in oil painting and sketching.  Her choice to marry and set aside her creative talents ended a life both well-adjusted and tranquil.  For most of her married life she was a victim, easy prey for another victim, an alcoholic husband.  She bore six children, lost others early in pregnancy, and worked odd jobs to help out during times of extremes.  And there were many.

Mom was purely a giver, to the end of her days.  She was worn out from giving–of her time, her love, her means of living, and her patience.  I always resented her giving so much of herself… I thought she allowed folks to take advantage of her, which she did.  She lost her self-respect.   I have finally come to terms with that, as I realize now that she wanted to give, it was her choice to out give herself, which resulted in her giving out, physically and mentally.

For years I held it against her and looked upon her with disdain, as being of a weak spirit.   I know my conception of her affected my outlook on life and my relationships; I determined to never be weak like her. Never!  I would never allow myself to be beaten up, smashed around, and lied to, forsaken, treated like a dirt bag.  I carried that stigma for years, infecting relationships with tons of “never gonna be treated like Ma,” which needless to say,  self-destructed my marriages.   Anyway…

“Happy Birthday, Mom!  Miss you, as always.  Give Gramma a hug for me, say hi to Gramps.  I’m doing ok now; I guess it’s about time, huh?   Eh? Yeah, I’ve mellowed out some more.  I don’t scare off as many people now anyway.  Yes, Jesus is here to stay!  Praise the Lord!

How did you like that family reunion we had last month!  Woo hoo!  All your kids got together, first time in over 30 years.  We even recognized each other.  We acted like you weren’t there, but you were.  We knew you were smiling.  And you weren’t tired anymore—it was the happiest smile I ever saw you smile.   That’s what heaven does for a person.  Anyway, your children are fine and growing old like you did.  We’ll see you one of these days and take off these earthen mantles—and put on those heavenly robes.   

I love you, Ma.  You did your best.  Hugs.”

Amen.