It's Snowing

Snow covers everything. Fields that were brown and full of weeds yesterday are covered over. When the sun comes out the snow will glisten, and sparkle like a field of diamonds.
How do I see myself when I confess my sins and am forgiven?
The Bible says my sins are covered and they are white as snow, that means the snow becomes the metaphor for my sins. I often make the mistake that the covering of the snow is all I have to claim. That somehow my sins are covered, just like the little weeds that show themselves as little lumps under the snow. My sins don't actually seem to go away.
But the Bible says they are white....as snow.....
Every now and then I really get it. That in Christ, I am pure.
And it impacts how I see others. They are forgiven as well.
And I can truly rest in Him.
Peace. Selah

Grace Under Fire

Or should I say, Grace in fire? One thing I know for sure, is that grace is the key to understanding the whole Christian thing.
Jewish law, attaining Nirvana, solidarity for unity, whatever the moniker, working to attain the righteousness we're hungry for will never make it.

The only way to peace is through the finished work of Christ.

I just heard a girl singing. Her song had a phrase, that went something like this:
"I wish I was a girl with flowers in her hair", she related back to the year 1969.
Her song indicated that back then, there was something different than now.

Back then, it was still Grace that got you where you needed to go.

The only way
to run away
from the toil of today
is to say
Grace
and Peace, through our Lord, Yeshua Ha Meshiach

September

Winds gently blow
over my sinful soul
cooler, cleansing,
letting the old man go.

Rosh Ha Shannah, feasting
trumpets blow
newest of the new
overwhelms my sorrow

Happy Birthday Yeshua
Happy Birthday Earth
Happy, happy, joy joy
Happy time of Birth.

And see, first the eve,
then the day
at this time of harvest
winter looms, spring is on her way.

insight

Oh Lord, you have been here all along
I pray for wisdom

Oh Lord, you have seen my distress
I pray that I can let my burden roll away

Oh Lord, you are so awesome, so wonderful
I pray

Oh Lord!

Praying

I think it's time to pray for our enemies. Bin Laden, Hezbollah, Iran, etc.
Realizing that Yeshua died for all. Realizing that we have to defend ourselves, yet at the same time to pray that these poor wretched souls who may have never heard the good news, will have a chance for salvation.
Do you believe that Yeshua is your Creator and Redeemer?
Then stand up and fight the spiritual battle. For the souls of those He died for.

Lets pray....

Humbled

Humbled, my heart receives your love
you fought, you stood the pain
you took it all upon yourself
and not for your own gain

It was for me, and for my own
it was for me, to bring me home
it was for me you died in shame
so Lord I praise your Holy name

Today is yours I freely give
And pray that you in me will live.

I Have Been Wondering

I have been wondering why I personally know of someone who has a lot of money.
Especially since I have none.
I would prefer not to know about the trips, the houses, the families that can see each other at the drop a ticket.
But I know them, and I love them.
That's the hard part. I have had to separate my love from my desire for things.

Basic things.

Here is why I think I know them. It's like an anti-biotic, a vaccination of a small dose of the disease, helps to build up an immunity.
The disease? Greed, love of money. Believing that if you had it, everthing would be okay.

The antidote? Love. God's love, where Godliness with contentment is great gain.
I had a small taste of being able to buy what I thought I needed, or go where I thought I should go, and I remember it. But was it the Lords' will?

Now, I feel I should be doing this or going there or paying this. But I can't.

The Lord knows... I seek the contentment that He loves me and has my best interest in mind and allows what He will. Yes, I know what my obligations are, but my heart must always be in the right place, no matter what. My heart does belong to Daddy, Abba, and He knows my needs. My inheritance is Him, my wealth is trusting in His love. No one can take that from me, it will not devalue or rust.

I have been vaccinated, I have the scar on my heart, and I am full of trust in my King! Glorious Lord, who watches over me and my family, Blessed Be Your Name!

The Time

It seems like a short time that I've written, but a month has gone by.
And here I am, waiting on you, Father.
Blessed Assurance.

He Is Risen Indeed

This past Easter, everywhere, where Christians gather, a celebration occured.
Prayers abounded, folks who only go once a year, went.
May we celebrate each and every day the rest of this year in such a fashion.
As our Pastor stated, the Meshiach presented His answer to a very profound question, 'what does a God do who is perfect love and who is perfectly just?'.
The perfect, most complete and whole answer, is that which we celebrated last Sunday, the Resurrection.

And how we love your perfect Sacrifice, oh Lord,
for now we rest, and have our peace
and seek your face, free from guilt and shame,
and how we love your perfect Love, anointed One,
and how our hearts beat your name.

Spring

Spring is here, I have a new job, the job is w/a start-up company and there are buds on the trees, singing birds ...
It's not that newness springs up out of nothing, as the roots have been growing and getting nourishment all winter.
My heart's winter is also passing by. The deepness of my love for my Lord has been growing because I have been trusting.
Trusting during the dark times. Trusting and hoping against hopelessness and despair has created new pathways for roots that dig deep into the catacombs of those who held on and found a way through.
It might seem trivial to some, to struggle with the inability to take care of yourself, indeed, it slips into a battle between life and death.
However, the life and the death that is truly important, I have found, is the life I find in Christ and the death I seek wholeheartedly is that one that is found at the cross of my Crucified Lord.
This is the big ring, this is where the killer blows bang out the flesh of my worldly soul and leaves my Spiritman triumphant.
This struggle between taking care of myself and to trust in the One who feeds the sparrows of the field is about pride. Simple, and sinful, pride.
I am broken, but my soul rests.
And it is spring!

O Believe

O believe
and take your darkened doubts
to task
for you have been called
by the Master (no more wandering for your thirsty soul)

O believe
you hardened heart and
full of sorrow
for the King's promise
has made you whole.

And if your life seems
pressed and crushed into the sieve
then rest assured your brokenness
is made perfect
when you believe.

Poor like me

When I see the words, that He became the poorest of the poor, I realize that I have years and years of shame because of my financial status.
My walls of pride break down, because He loves me and He was poor like me.
I don't have to strive anymore, I don't have to pretend to be something else.
How great, how marvelous, He is!

Like a wave

Like a wave over rocks
your Spirit soothes
the aggregate harshness
finally moves

Be still, my heart
is void of pain
Furrowed clay
wicks springed rain

All but Your love
has disappeared
And so the death grip
Of all that I feared

horses and shields

as of today, i am 'in the red', but let it be known, that the red i claim is the blood of the Lamb.
Some put their trust in horses (and bank accounts and networking and good jobs, etc.), but my Lord is a shield about me. He won't let me be ashamed of my hope in Him.
If i walk in Him daily, then daily my needs will be met....it's the tomorrows that throw me for a loop, but don't worry about tomorrow.
Note from the field...chin up, heart full of trust....
now go out and reflect His light. It's all about Him anyway.

new year

well, i moved to a new house and thanks to a heart that cares, it is my house. all that is wrong with it and all that is wonderful.
ownership is a strange thing. when i was renting, the bad things were the landlords responsibility. now they are mine. and they are not so bad. before they were irritating, and if not taken care of....well, a pain in the neck.
now....they are a part of the package.
if i take ownership of my own self, quit blaming someone else, or events, or anything else....it seems that perhaps i can find the good along with the bad, trek on my path, and praise my Lord who treks before me and behind me.
Forgive me, Father, for not taking ownership of my life.