Friday, 7 December 2012

Time


Stand before me on the sing of infinity all you of the Earth.
With the granting of the "Law of Provination"
comes the application of change.
I will give you the key.
And with this knowledge, please realise
comes the responsibility of sharing it.
I will show you the way - it's very simple.

Throughout the Universe there is order.
In the movement of the planets...in nature...
and in the functioning of the human mind.
A mind that is in its natural state of order
is in harmony with the Universe,
and such a mind is timeless.
Your life is an expression of your mind.
You are a creator of your own Universe,
for as a human being you are "free to will"
whatever sate of being you desire through the use of your thoughts and words.

There is great power there.

It can be a blessing or a curse.

It's entirely up to you, for the quality of your life
is brought about by the quality of your thinking.
Think about that.

Thoughts produce actions.
See the pettiness and the envy and the greed and the fear
and all the other attitudes that cause pain and discomfort.
Realize that the one thing you have absolute control over is your attitude.
See the effect that it has on those around you,
for each life is linked to all life and your words carry with them chain reactions like a stone that has been thrown into a pond.
If your thinking is in order, your words will flow directly from the heart,
creating ripples of love.

If you truly want to change your world, my friends,
you must change your thinking.
Reason is your greatest tool.
It creates an atmosphere of understanding which leads to caring which is ...Love.

Choose your words with care.

Go forth...with Love.

~ Time Theme, Narrated by Laurence Olivier

Thursday, 29 November 2012

Feestyd, Rustyd, Vastyd, Jesus se tyd

Toe ek die eerste keer die foto sien het ek vir ‘n vlietende oomblik gewonder of ek dalk moet aanstoot neem want mens word min gekonfronteer met Jesus en Kersvader in een foto. Dit ‘hoort amper nie bymekaar nie’.
 
Maar iets anders het hardnekkig in my gees kom vasskop hoe langer ek na die prentjie kyk. 

‘n Vader wat vir Sy skepsels ‘n Offer bring. ‘n Vader wat bereid is om Sy Seun vir ‘n gebroke wereld te gee sodat ons 'n verhouding met Hom kan he...

Vir my is dit ‘n uitbeelding van ‘n liefdevolle en baie hartseer Vader wat met ’n swaar hart Sy geliefde Seun in ’n krip neerle, wat Homself moet wegskeur van die liefde in die oe wat na Hom terugstaar.... oe wat se "Ek verstaan Vader".
 
Nogtans U wil.
 


In ‘n tydlose oomblik voer Pa en Seun die mees intiemste gesprek ...

My Seun, weet dat Ek Jou met alles in My lief het.  Alles wat Jou gaan seermaak, gaan My net so seermaak want Ons is Een. My ingewande is in beroering oor Jou. Wanneer Jy gekruisig gaan word, moenie moed verloor nie My Seun, Ek sal Jou nooit begewe en Jou nooit verlaat nie.  Ek is Jou Pa en Ek sal Jou sy nie vir een oomblik los nie. Jy is kosbaar in My oe.  Jy moet die mense-kinders gaan leer om te vergewe soos Ek en Jy hulle vergewe, sodat Ons ook hulle sondes kan vergewe.  Vertel vir die mense-kinders hoe oneindig lief Ons hulle almal het. Elke liewe een van hulle.  Ongeag wat hulle al gedoen het. Weet My Seun dat alles wat Jy moet deurgaan op aarde My wil vir Jou is. Maar wees sterk, Ek sal My engele aangaande Jou opdrag gee om die pad vir Jou gelyk te maak. My Gees sal op Jou rus en Ek sal Jou lei op die pad wat Jy moet loop. Ek sal My oë nie vir een oomblik van Jou afhaal nie.  Moenie moed verloor nie My Seun, dis net vir ‘n kort rukkie dan is Ons weer bymekaar…
 
 

Thursday, 15 November 2012

Fire it up


She’s sitting staring out a window
Trying to figure out just what to do
The last time she gave her heart away
It came back broken in two
Like an old abandoned car
She parked it down off Lonely Avenue
And she forget about it till the day
She laid her eyes on You

And her heart said: “Fire it up”
And her mind said: “Fire it up”
And her soul said: “Fire it up”
Let Love live again

He’s sitting in a subway station
Watching as the trains go flying by
He used to hate the lack man till a black man
Reached out and saved his life
He was pulled out of darkness
Rescued and blinded by the light
Isn’t it crazy how one simple act of kindness
Can open up our eyes

Here we are together you and me
Still trying to figure out the world
Searching for a reason to believe
What makes this big ball turn?
But if we reach out to His love
Hold on to each other
Give love, show love for all love’s worth
Yeah, they might call us crazy
But, tell me who’s it gonna hurt?
Who’s it gonna hurt?

~ Joe Cocker

The power of forgiveness


Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Riding on a white horse

One of the things I continually asked God since my mom died was to give me a glimpse of her in heaven.  I desperately needed to see her happy – she was so miserable, depressed and full of aches and pains the last two years and I haven’t seen her happy for a long-long time. 
 
I knew that if I could see how happy she is I would have peace. During these last few weeks God has spoken to me in a dream about this but I wanted more. Needed more. 
 
Just before I fell asleep last night, I asked God to make me dream about Him. I missed Him terribly and besides that, I love to dream about God of us just spending time together.
 
It was still in the wake of the morning when God woke me up; I was so aware of His presence and of what He had shown me. I knew I was sleeping but I also know it was not a dream….God took me to a place where my mother was….and I saw her ! 
 
I clearly saw her face, a much younger version of her, and she was riding on a white horse beside Jesus.  
 
She was not laughing and smiling and playing around as I have envisioned so many times. But I saw even something greater; it was almost as if they were in a ‘war atmosphere’ – together with Jesus they patrolled the heaven realm, on guard, and ready to protect. Even though she was not laughing and playing, she was ‘on top of the world’.  She was with Jesus and I am eternally great-full to God that He is our Saviour.
 
As I meditate on this vision this song I know and love so much keeps flowing through my spirit:

I saw heaven standing open
And there before me was a white horse
His eyes were like blazing fire
And on His head were many crowns
He’s dressed in a robe dipped in blood
His name is the Word of God
The rider on the white horse
Named faithful and true
The rider on the white horse
Salvation for me and you
Armies of heaven were following
Dressed fine line, white and clean
Out of His mouth came a sharp sword
With which to strike down the nations
He treads the wine press of fury
Of the wrath of God Almighty
On his robe and on His thigh
He had this name written
THE KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS!


 

Heaven is Your thrown


My Father, I know You are not too far to see
You know everything that happens 2 me
Your presence is the most important part of my day
This is the reason why I pray

Make this world see-through so that I can clearly see You
Make me Your servant just like the angels in heaven are Your servants
Give me the ability to hear what You say
Your words will give me new energy for today

Help me to take the punch when people treat me unfairly,
just like Jesus did when people treated Him unfairly
Stop me from doing the wrong things
and keep me save from the evil king

You alone can do all that I have asked because You rule
Heaven is Your thrown and the earth Your footstool
In the darkest night Your beauty glows
For ever let it be so

In Jesus Name I pray

Friday, 12 October 2012

Could God watch us die?

But when Jesus heard it he said, "This illness does not lead to death. It is for the glory of God, so that the Son of God may be glorified through it." - John 11:4.
Recently, a good friend preached on Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead. With great passion, he drew a sharp distinction between worldly ways and the Kingdom of God. In reading how Jesus waited two full days after hearing the news that Lazarus was sick, my friend uttered, "Jesus did not react to situations or the words of men, but listened to and obeyed the Father."
In reality, many of us saints would rush to help Lazarus, or at least be obsessed with comforting his sisters without delay.
We rush to need. We rush to opportunity. We rush to significance. We rush at things that seem right. We rush along in the grooves of tradition.
Yet it was clear that Jesus waited deliberately. John 11 implies that he did it because he loved Mary and Martha! "Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. So, when he heard that Lazarus was ill, he stayed two days longer in the place where he was.” - John 11:5-6.
Why did this delay magnify His love? Because their faith was going to grow massively through a testimony of resurrection power, not just a testimony of healing. Lazarus' faith was going to explode too! The comfort would be greater, the joy higher, the testimony more profound, the future witness more bold, the promises more sure, and the world less terrifying. The sting of death - even of their own future death - was going to be removed as surely as the grave cloths were soon to be removed from their dead brother.
From the day of his resurrection, all these things would just keep growing - every time they would see Lazarus drinking juice, eating fish, brushing his hair, and walking in the fields, they would know about the Resurrection and the Life!
Why is this account significant for you and me? Is it not true today that so much of our lives are still held captive to the fear of death? Even though we have been raised spiritually from the dead, so many strongholds in our souls and in the church resist the thought of death and heaven, the destruction of the temporary and the removal of the things we cling to. We remain captive to earthly things.
So now, could it be true that God "waits two days" before responding to our crushing needs? Could He - the Lord of Love – be waiting for us to die too?
Could it be that a more infinite Love waits - seeing the object of love writhing in pain – so that the final glory and joy would be greater? Is this not the message of the Cross itself?
- Could it be that He delays answering our prayers for breakthrough, until wrong motives are dead?
- Could it be that
He delays financial blessing so that our love of money and terror of poverty are fully revealed? Could He delay things here so that we are taught to trust in His goodness and bounty?
- Could it be that
our prayers for the defeat of our enemies are not answered, so that meekness is raised from the tomb of our self-preservation? Could He tarry, so that resurrection love would be magnified all the more? Could God be making sure our fleshly anger is fully dead?
- Could it be that
God does not deal with false accusations against us, so that our rewards at the resurrection would be enlarged? Did not Jesus say, "Great shall be your reward when men speak falsely against you"?
- Does He
delay coming to change your spouse until selfishness dies in you, His spouse?
- After all other doors have closed, could it be that
He delays his open door, so as to teach us trust; so as to wean us off our own self-reliance; so as to deliver us more into becoming servants of the gospel and less slaves to a career? Does He not sometimes even do this with our wages and provisions?
- Could it be that
He delays bringing promotion and headship in the church until selfish ambition is dead in the tomb of our obscurity? This might just be so, that when He calls us forth eventually, it would be with renewed hearts and hands, to wash the feet of others.
- Does he even delay His return, so that faith and patience finish their course and produce Christ in us and our children?
Oh my, how often I have mourned his delays, like the cries of Mary and Martha, together with their wailing sympathisers at the tomb of Lazarus. But how blind have I been to the Glory being multiplied, as death takes full effect. Through faith and patience, Life will shine forth like the glorious day!
It is true that the Father even delayed rescuing His own Son for three full days after His death. He could have rescued him at any time, even a second before the Roman soldiers swung their hammers down on those iron nails. God waited, feeling Christ's pain, yet knowing that the divine delay would bring far, far more glory and eternal joy for Jesus - and not only for Him, but also for the billions of people to come, trapped in the valley of the shadow of Death.
"Since therefore the children share in flesh and blood, he himself likewise partook of the same things, that through death he might destroy the one who has the power of death, that is, the devil, and deliver all those who through fear of death were subject to lifelong slavery". - Hebrews 2:14-15.
Could it even be that every delay we suffer at His bidding is another inch of sharing in the ministry of Christ Himself? In this we hear the heart of Paul, who wished to "Share in His sufferings, so as to somehow attain to His resurrection".
I thank God - through some pain - for His delays.

 ~ Posted by Nick Davis

 

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

World Day of Prayer -- 4 your husband



We seek Your Forgiveness

"Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance. 

We know Your Word says, "Woe to those who call evil good", but that is exactly what we have done.  We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.

We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.
We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.
We have killed our unborn and called it choice.
We have shot anti-abortionists and called it justifiable.
We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self-esteem.
We have abused power and called it politics.
We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition.
We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.
We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.

Search us, Oh, God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free.  Amen!"
 
~ a Prayer by Minister Joe Wright

 

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

a Life-saver

It’s been 11 weeks since I have been in church – maybe it will sound better if I say it’s been 11 weeks since my mom died, and I haven’t had the courage to go to church.
 
I am neither angry with God, nor disappointed or in some sort of action against God. I just could not get myself to go to church – purely because I was afraid.  Afraid of falling to pieces once I let go
It’s the moment when I surrender during worship to my Saviour. It’s that electrifying connection with God Almighty – and it’s during these moments that I let go of whatever seems to trouble my soul;  the worries, heartaches, the disappointments, the anger, the guilt, the shame … In those intimate moments it’s just me and my God. The One who can saves me from it all…the One who truly understands me and the One who only can edify me, love me tenderly – the way my soul and spirit longs for, the only One who forgives me unconditionally.
Since the day I gave my broken and bruised heart to Jesus I have experienced His healing power during those intimate moments in worship. I know what it feels like when God sovereignly and tenderly touches the aching parts of my heart, caressing and caring my troublesome soul.  I have given myself so many times to Him, eagerly awaiting the flood of His healing mercy to flow over me. I remember incidents where the presence of God overtook me and the pain gushed out of me like river running wild. I am very familiar with that strong current of God’s healing power and the ability It has to wipe my slate clean, to make the worst anguish disappear.  And I know how I respond to the presence of this Sovereign God… I fall to pieces.
 
For one or other really silly reason I don’t want to look out of control that I too can bleed…
God is truly a gentleman… He gave me a little bit of space…allowing me to grief in my own way --- whilst holding a very firm grip on me. I knew He was there… that He never left – because I never once let go of Him!
Only now am I ready to embrace worship in Church again…willing to surrender and to enjoy the fellowship of His people… I am not as weak as I was 11 weeks ago and if I fall now, it won’t be in pieces but in peace.
I am more than ok now through Christ who strengthens me.
I love You beloved Jesus of mine.
 

Friday, 7 September 2012

Love has called your Name

“I will never be the same; Love has called my name, from the ashes I rise to proclaim: Your love is undefeated, forever You will reign, Justice has won again.

Love has a voice, Love has a name: Jesus, Jesus.....”
 
I am at the office, working, whith earphones tightly plugged into my ears, worshiping the most High God.

How did I go from not having time for God, to singing for my King every day?

How did I transform from a broken person with empty hands, to a perfect creation of the All Mighty Living God. I am new, because Love had called my name in April 2009. My story starts many years before that.....

I started smoking and drinking when I was only 12. My parents were divorced that year and it was during that divorce when things got rough with very little adult supervision. I had an older sister and ended up tagging along with her and I started doing these things for acceptance and in a way, I had to participate to ensure I would not tell on the wrong doings.

From as far as I can remember I was fighting for love and acceptance. By the time my parents divorced, anything went just to avoid being rejected further. The 1st time I visited a night club; I was 12 and could not understand why there was only one bathroom. It turned out to be a Gay Club. I went there with my sister and her friend to pick someone up.

During the 1st few years after my parent’s divorce, I stayed with my mom. She ended up in a very physical abusive relationship. I feared for my own and also my mother’s life and at times expected the worst. Home was not a safe place for me and I wanted to avoid it at all cost, especially over weekends.

When I went to High School, I became friends with girls who was also fighting for acceptance and doing all the wrong things to get it. By 13/14 I was smoking 20 cigarettes a day and we would hit the clubs on weekends and also get foolishly drunk. With no means to get home, we would ask any guy to take us home. I have thought many times that the fact that nothing bad ever happened was a miracle on its own.

I was 15 when I met the love of my life. He was from a small town and very reserved and well mannered. He was different. He had a stable family and I visited them every weekend and holiday. Weekends were something to look forward to again. No violence, no drunken adults...peace. Those were good and peaceful times. At the end of my final year at school I fell pregnant and only realised it after I finished school. For some this might be devastating, but for me, it was a dream come true. I could then marry the love of my life. We always said we will get married one day. We just didn’t realise it would be so soon.

Shortly after we got married, a baby boy was added to our little family. Life was good and it also seemed like we played house. We grew up together and learnt allot about married life and parenting at a very young age. A few years later we planned a 2nd addition to the family, and another boy was born. Our family had grown to 4. We were carrying on with our lives. We had parties on weekends, drank too much, and got drunk, had hangovers on Sunday and church was the last thing on our minds.

We were driven by greed, and lived to make more money and to impress others. We fought allot about money. We were living above our income and even as adults we did things just to be accepted by friends or be worried about what people might think. We put the make-up on real good and showed people what they wanted to see. We believed the devils rules on how to measure your worth.

In 2000 we were held up at gunpoint and robbed at my sister’s house. Both my husband and brother in law were shot, but in the end we all survived. This was the year fear took over my life.

When our oldest was 2 years old, we found out that he had an 85% hearing loss. We dealt with it as best we could and got him hearing aids and at age 5 we put him in boarding school in the city. We ended up moving to the city and a month after we moved there, my husband got hi-jacked and shot again. Again we survived and every time I would think: Why is God doing this?

At age 7 our oldest boy started falling allot and was off-balance. We started numerous tests to determine the cause and after many tests we found out that both our boys had a rare genetic disorder. What happens is that their energy cells don’t produce the right amount of energy to let the body function properly. It is a de-generative disease and as they grow older, it affects more of the body functions. Though born ‘normal’ they both have hearing loss, bad eyesight, poor balance and makes use of a wheelchair. Without a walking aid they fall allot and get hurt. Mentally they are also deteriorating and not in a “main stream” class. They attend a class that teaches life skills. Today they are 13 & 17 and really just like toddlers that never fully grown up.

I had always avoided God and did not want to deal with life. In all the things that went on in my life, I thought God is punishing me for not going to church or not living on the straight and narrow. I would always build walls and be in control (or so I thought). I would wear my masks for all to see and do anything to hide the hurt and brokenness. I was very short tempered and frustrated with my circumstances. I would lash out at the kids or my husband. I was a person full of anger and fear.

Parties got rougher; we would be flirty with other people and then fight about it later. We were jealous and insecure. We would watch pornography together, sex became more perverse and I did things willingly in fear of being compared to others or feared being rejected. We were heading on a road to nowhere, a race to nothing.

In April 2009 my husband went on an overnight fishing trip with the kids and I was furious (with fear) to stay home alone. We had a huge fight about all and anything that was wrong. They left anyway and I was home alone and with fear off course. That evening I was bored and I started reading a book about where we go once we die. It would be one of two places. Am I burning for eternity or am going to a place where there is peace, health and happiness. I thought so much about where I was in my own life. I was sick off all the fights, money problems and above all I longed to see our children healthy and able one day.

And on that night, 13 April 2009, Love called my name: I said to Jesus that I am so tired of the life I have and I want a new life. I want things to change because that is not what life should be like. That night I surrendered to God and made Jesus the Lord of my life and I knew, I would never be the same again. For the 1st time in 10 years I fell asleep without being scared.
My husband returned the next day and I was so calm. I did not tell him what happened, but just told him that I place the ball in his hand, and he needed to decide if I am in his future. I said that I was tired of all the fighting and drama and could not go on the way we did. We made peace and the week after that we went on holiday. I still had not told him I gave my heart to Jesus, but he knew something was different.

When we returned from holiday, I eventually spilled the beans and to my delight he told me that he also wanted to change. I started praying for his salvation. A day or two later I found out that my husband had a pornography addiction. The extent of the addiction was a big blow. The devil was pulling out all the stops to de-rail us. I forgave him and told him he needed to change, and I kept praying. On 13 May 2009 whilst working a night shift, the Lord met with him and he gave his life to Jesus. He phoned me at 3 in the morning with the good news, I was so grateful for God’s grace.

We both started our new journey with God, and we soaked Him up like a sponge. For the first time in our lives, we were free. God did a miracle in our lives and we fell in love with each other all over again. The new “us”. God renewed our marriage and made us new. The Lord is our joy every day and He is so good. He blesses us with love, peace, happiness and we live fearless. Today I only fear God. God has healed two broken people and changed us forever. The things I thought I would “have to give up” in the past, did not matter anymore, because God is “our enough”.

God taught me that He created every person equally. It does not matter what colour you are or where you live or how many degrees you have. I am not better just because I stay in a fancy house or drive a nice car.

God does not say: OOPS and you are not a mistake. God taught me that we need to be grateful for what we have. Don’t miss what He gives you today, just because you envy what others have. Everything you have, God gave you, so don’t boast about it.

Fill yourself up with God and not with the things of this world, if you do that, you will never be satisfied.

It is important to forgive other people, because God forgives us the same way as we forgive our trespassers. Forgiveness heals.

God has done so many miracles in our lives. He has blessed us with our children and He showers us with love.

Earlier this year we wanted to install a swimming pool and when we thought we could get a discounted price, God took Himself out of the box that we put Him in, and He gave us a swimming pool for free! Glory to God.

The best thing is that He is in control and we need not to worry. We should not place God’s abilities in a box, because he does not have limits.

Today we are on the narrow road and still face heart ship sometimes, but this time our God, creator of the heavens and earth walks in front of us and He comforts us. Our boys are such a blessing and joy and I would not have it any other way.

We are free.................Death where is your sting?
I look forward to the day I meet Jesus face to face at the start of my eternal life.
I love you Jesus and thank you that you died for me on the cross.

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

No regrets



 


Look forward with HOPE not backwards with REGRET....

Irrespective of your past, where you have been, what you have done...or how many times. Jesus is the Author of Hope. He is HOPE.
Give Him your life, start afresh.
Let today be a new beginning for you.
Let your day start with HOPE today.
Let HOPE take control.
 

Friday, 24 August 2012

At the end of the day

On my way to the office one morning, I heard this song on the radio and immediately fell in love with the lyrics because it captures a peace of my own heart:...
 
It never was about the oil dripping from my head
I never did dream beyond the pastures I could tend
It was never about the praise, not about the street parade
I didn't really need a crowd when Goliath fell down
 
I never meant to woo a king with simple shepherd songs
Or hide away inside a cave, safe from danger's arms
I never meant to wear a crown or try to bring armies down
It never was about me and who I hoped to be
 
Five little stones or a royal robe
Shepherd or king doesn't mean a thing
'Cause at the end of the day
I want to hear people say:
My heart looks like Your heart!
 
[Your heart from Chris Tomlin]

Friday, 17 August 2012

Believe... even if

I believe in the sun, even when it's not shining
I believe in love, even when feeling it not
I believe in God, even when He is silent

Saturday, 11 August 2012

Stages of Grief

1...ACCEPTANCE: This term is largely metaphysical in nature. It is necessary for us to get beyond this point. We must accept the reality of death and its permanence. Unfortunately the nature of death often makes it difficult to admit that a death has occurred.

2...ANGER and rage in these cases can be directed toward: Other family members, [for not reventing the death], The victim, [for dying]. Doctors, [for not saving the life of the victim]. Law enforcement agencies, [for a variety of reasons such as lack of resolution of a criminal case].

In natural death, anger is not normally so severe. Anger can be because others are not grieving enough or too much, or your loved one for leaving you, and much more.

3...DENIAL: Denial is an escape from reality. However, above all else denial, is an unconscious defense mechanism, characterized by refusal to accept the reality of death.

4...DEPRESSION: Depression is a deep sadness at the loss often accompanied by hopelessness of the occasion. Depression results from an emptiness in your life that can't be filled. Some Depression often requires professional treatment.

5...FEAR: Adolf Hitler once said that "the weapon which most readily conquers reason: terror and violence" and J. A. Fruede said "Fear is the parent of cruelty."

6...GUILT: Many of us that work with victims classify guilt as the "What if's." What if I had taken him camping with me? What if she had not been out after midnight? Guilt wears many hoods. Very few of us escape feelings of guilt. For example, I will worry for the rest of my life whether something I did or didn't do, lead to Katie's death.

7...SHOCK: As it relates to violent or natural death, is a psychological mechanism, a fog, which allows us to function sometimes even efficiently, at a very devastating time in our lives. Much of what happens during this time we will never remember. This fog will protect us for days, weeks and sometimes even months. It is my belief that shock is the ally of the griefstricken. Shock is probably the only factor that prevents the onset of more serious mental problems, later during grieving.

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Wednesday, 8 August 2012

Will I ever make it?

A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep draughts of God. I’m thirsty for God-alive. I wonder. ..”Will I ever make it – arrive and drink in God’s presence?”

I am on a diet of tears – tears for breakfast, tears for supper. All day long people knock at my door, pestering… “Where is this God of yours?”
These are the things I go over and over, emptying out the pockets of my life.  I was always part of the worshipping crowd, right out in front, eager to arrive and worship, shouting praises, singing thanksgiving – celebrating God’s feast.
 
Why are you down in the dumps dear soul?
Why are you crying the blues?
When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse everything I know of You, from Jordan depths to Hermon heights, including Mount Mizar, Chaos calls to chaos… to the tune of white-water rapids. Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers crush and crush me! Then God promises to love me all day, sing songs all through the night. My life is God’s prayer.
Sometimes I ask God; my rock-solid God – Why did you let me down?  “Why am I walking around in tears, harassed by enemies?”  They’re out for the kill these tormentors with their obscenities, taunting day after day,  “Where is this God of yours?”. 

Why are you down in the dumps dear soul?
Why are you crying the blues?

Fix my eyes on God ... soon ... I will be praising again.

Ps42
The Message

Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Blow through the caverns of my soul

Awaken my soul, come awake
to hunger, to seek, to thirst
awaken my first love, come awake
and do as You did, at first

Spirit of the living God come fall afresh on me
come wake me from my sleep
blow through the caverns of my soul, pour in me to overflow
to overflow

Awaken my soul, come awake!
to worship with all your strength
Spirit of the living God come fall afresh on me
come wake me from my sleep
blow through the caverns of my soul, pour in me to overflow
to overflow

Come and fill my soul
let Your Glory now invade
spirit come and fill my heart
let Your glory now invade
come wake me from my sleep
blow through the caverns of my soul, pour in me to overflow
to overflow
















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