Living in grace
Running life’s race
For undying love
That will forever last
Going about my life
Along my usual path
Awaiting my answer
Believing to come soon
Giving thanks everyday
One day I began to see
Someone drawing nigh to me
I wondered if could you be
The one I prayed for sent to me
The Expected You
The pandemic situation we are surrounded by has taken my prayer life to a higher dimension than ever before.
On the way to work I was praying for churches and church leaders when all of a sudden I saw mega churches and their leaders (no one in particular) and then heard the following scripture: Luke 12:16-21. The most earthshaking to me was verse 21. “This is how it will be with whoever stores up things for themselves but is not rich toward God”. (NIV) Are the mega churches built for God or the man building them? I’m not saying mega churches are wrong but what is the motive behind them.
Maybe during this time of shutting in we all can reassess our relationship with the Lord and have a willingness to repent and change what he reveals to us so we can be who he created us to be – a fierce army – when this is over.
Our work is not done but in a sense it’s just beginning. There’s a lot of afraid people in the world – saved and unsaved alike that need a reassuring word from God. That’s what God’s army is here to do – to share the truth.
I Want To Be More Than Just Me
I want to be a writer. I believe I would be a good one. Distractions come my way. Ideas that are deposited in me are snuffed out. My memory fails so I don’t remember the snippets that would make for a great story. My recorder is forgotten and the creative flow is dammed up. No matter what tries to stop me I will put words on paper until I accomplish what I set out to do.
I want to be an artist. My paintings are beautiful. Many have said so. Full of color and life that draws you in to become a part of the community. Then appears an old nemesis fear slithering in with the same old plan to steal, kill and destroy. For some strange reason I succumb to those old outdated tricks. All my creativity comes to a halt. I’m shut down and can’t deliver. I’m telling that voice to shut up and I’m arming myself with my paint brush, paint and canvas and going to war.
I want to be a musician. Music was built in me before I was born. It’s always playing in my ear. Sometimes songs I’ve heard. Other times songs that are being birthed. There are also personal songs that are between me and my Lord. When music starts dancing fills in my feet. Melodies circle me. How do I capture them and express them? I lift my voice and sing. I’ll dance with the broom while sweeping my floors. I’ll be the best pianist that ever tickled the ivory keys.
My goal is to conquer the fleeting moments of creativity and let the masterpieces flow from my being. I will express the ideas that come forth from the Throne room at the time they are to be released. I believe I can and I will.
I want to be more than just me. This is me!
Is there anything that is preventing the creativity in you from coming forth?
Speak, speaks speak to the people
Until I give you no more words
I’m here to protect and guide you
But you’re not looking at me
You have your eyes on man
What power and authority does he have
None compared to me
I have all authority
Promises, promises – Hogwash!
Man couldn’t keep a promise
If his life depended did on it
Lies, lies, lies that’s what I hear
Coming from every direction
But you can’t hear
Because you don’t want to hear
Is death what you want
I’ll give you death
If not open yours eyes to see what I see
If you say no then I’ll let you be
And make sure you have what you want
The lies that don’t come from me
There comes a day in just about everyone’s life when they need to distance themselves from people they let in. Through trial and error, heartache and pain they realize the relationship is not working no matter what they do.
Every once in a while I create an Emmanism, which is a little saying or word of wisdom. It may even turn into mini advice which probably no one takes it seriously. Twenty-two hours ago I wrote an Emmanism and want to share it.
Sometimes you have to tell someone they are a ‘WAS’ in your life. #Emmanism
A nice way to tell them bye, bye . . . maybe, maybe not.