Daily Routine

Isn’t time to start your day peeking out the panes with a prayer?

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In the much-needed cloudburst of rain, my day begins. I wish I could enjoy the dawn as peace and quiet come early in the morning. But, I’m off to work! The lonely roads glisten from the night before as the shininess of street signs show in the light of night. Storefronts are still black and the parking lots are bare. Did the rapture happen when I wasn’t looking? Lingering in the dark, a black and white police car lurks. He’s yelling at someone, like Satan himself, on a holy terror.

I take a minute to pray to our heavenly Father – I should have before I started on my journey this morning. But like many others, I was too busy worrying about myself.

So, where is God in your life? Is He in your heart, or on a shelf? When was the last time you thanked Him for you? Do you refer to God as your Father – in case of emergency? I wonder…. is your daily routine verbatim – like putting your pants on the same every day? Is it always the same leg first?

Complacent within ourselves, we aimlessly wander, waiting for a change. But city streets reflect the past, watching you in the rearview mirror. Isn’t time to start your day peeking out the panes with a prayer? Maybe so! Share your first cup with the dear Lord that gave breath to you. The Canadian pastor, Oswald Smith, once said, “when we work, we work, when we pray, God works.” There is no activity in our life which doesn’t need a prayerful attitude.

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The dawn brightens and the gray skies shadow the sunrise. Marching on with our daily routine, life is full of surprises. So, let us ask our Father to bless our morning habits. Let us pray for those who find it unnecessary to give the glory to our Father in heaven.

Though your morning may be gray, I pray in the mundane of the day, you will seek another world. He’s waiting when you’re ready!

My Sunday Prayer

My Sunday Prayer


So my dear Lord, I sit outside long before dawn in the early moonlight that crescents my heart. The winds of fresh air sweep across my soul. My Father, in heaven, anoint my intentions and be with me all my days on this earth. I come to You bearing my soul as my love of God grants my redemption.

Though my heart is weary, I must carry on. I’ve come to the edge of the forest where the sand and seas greet the woodlands. There, I will dwell in the house of the Lord, spreading thanksgiving to all those who receive Your word. I pray now, Almighty One, for strength to carry the crosses I must bear.

My Heavenly Host, I listen to your calling. I share with those less fortunate, the healing message on the table. I stand at your altar where the winds and seas have conquered. Praising your name, I alter my thinking. Though many may cast their nets in the wind to replenish, the serpent of the waters scares the catch from others who try to fish. Oh God, I pray for those who suffer! Take their pain away and give them comfort. Though I may be old, may I never be too set in my ways. My comfort comes as the dawn greets me. You, my Lord, have blessed me with this day.

And in the quiet, I listen to the winds trying to predict what God has to offer; but the gales are unpredictable so, I guess I have to be patient. But my love endures…. ever graciously thankful for the turns in the winding road. I, also, have wandered too long, I propose.

It is only God who knows the length of this life we must conquer. I wait for my Angel of Dawn for she will greet my determination. Pressing onward into the wind, calmer waters will greet me as I master my direction….and, I will follow. God, the guider of all intentions, provide thee with thy love.

Amen

When The Morning Comes

May your heart touch someone personally today…


 

Dawn is still asleep, the Earth is tranquil. God has spread His peace over the Earth. I sit in the calm and quietly wait.

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Many words are written about dates and times when Christ will appear to us all. I, like you, wonder when or if it will be in our lifetime. But today a sense of serenity came like an invited guest. Instead of stress, a peace now dwells within my heart. My love pours out to all my friends…some I know, some I haven’t met yet. But we are all connected to heaven in one fashion or another.

So I write this message like to inscribe –

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Tarnished Memories

Dedicated to the tarnished memory of Astounding Great Ministries in Hindsville, AR


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In the early dawn as I drove to work, smoke filled the sky as far as the eye can see. Giving it little thought, cruising through the mountains and valleys, I was running late. Trying to beat the clock, I wasn’t really concerned about the smoke-filled air. That was until I came over the hill and around the curve.

Oh dear God! A church is burning! I looked harder and began to cry; not just a church but my own beloved place of worship! I slammed on the brakes. With tears flowing, I asked God, why? An image scratched into my heart like a forest engulfed from lightning. My little country church had stood for years and now it’s all but gone.

The hot steel and even the concrete floor were smoldering. Singed beautiful pews and the handsome stage (including my drums), gone for good. Asking only our heavenly Father I thought, why has Satan found comfort destroying our fellowship hall. Why God?

Putting my truck in gear as though I was in a funeral procession, I slowly left what was left of my spiritual home. Carrying the hurt, my mind repeatedly thought of all the pictures of weddings and baptisms, over and over again. The tears fell like rain. Only lightning could have caused this fire but there were no storms to be seen.

Satan destroyed our house of worship and only faith would mend the memories. As a congregation with the strength of prayer, we began to replenish that which was lost. Now by the grace of God, a new church stands better than before. Satan was defeated!

Blessed with the surplus of other churches, we serve an awesome God. Prayers are answered though the memories are tarnished. Smiles are brighter as Jesus comes to gather his flock once again.

 


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Be Counted

Life is just so precious!


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Life is a precious commodity when a world can somehow find harmony. I look at love maybe differently. It’s in the many shadows that stretch across our lawns as the fragrance of beds could be bottled. It’s the cat snuggling with the family bird and even the wild deer eating from the dog’s bowl as he lays there submissive.

I watch the flock of birds that hatched in spring. They never wanted to leave their domain. They perch on the fence behind the house; their bellies full, waiting and watching for the neighbor’s cat.

Closing my eyes, I smell the flowers that brighten my morning and I realize how precious life really is.

Sitting in the setting sun though, my heart goes out to all those experiencing this hell of a storm. The trees destroyed and colorful flower beds by the newly mowed lawn have washed away. The fury is bearing down. I wish I could do more but prayer is all anyone can do at this point.

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As landmarks tumble, the fright of life hangs in the balance. Signs used to help navigate through old towns will never be as they once were. So sad to see Satan still tries to rule the world. There’s no love shown in 130 mile per hour winds.

Here, the gentle winds remain as sailboats luff out upon the lake. A romantic night that God has blessed and lovers kiss under the moonlight. It’s so quiet, so peaceful. It’s hard to believe that a few hundred miles away, the eve of destruction exists in the night. Life is just so precious!

Night comes….it’s a new moon shining on a disastrous situation. Those that can, count their blessings and try to find what’s left of a congregation. They hold hands, praying and give thanks for what is left. Life again, so precious.

But it’s not just Texas – we all should wake and give thanks. A new day, another chance, born again, and dawn awaits. My heart goes out not just to Texas but all that have lost their signs.be counted 5

As life turns, we come to appreciate how things once were. I think back to going my grandmother’s home after church for dinner. Boy, I hated that! But I never understood until now; or the Christmas mornings my brother and I sat and waited for our parents to wake. The things we think that never made sense then, seems to portray when wisdom tells the story.

It’s a new day. The sun is shining on my world so it’s time to give thanks giving God the glory. Praising his name, faith keeps us all in check. So I listen to the choir once again, a carnival of lyrics; a melody we remember, a battle hymn, a call to duty. We are all God’s children, like it or not.

Be counted as life is so precious….. and over before you know it!

 


Let us continue to pray for the Hurricane Harvey victims –

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When The Shades Fade

…..dreams create the reality we live in


In the misty rain of an early dawn, you get a call at work. A soft gentle voice on the other end of the phone frantically sounds, “My water broke!” You jump in your car, speeding home to get her to the hospital. It’s not long and a baby cries. Life’s cycle begins again.

You stand in front of the nursery window and wonder, what will this child become? Will he be in technology? Or enter in the electoral college, or join the Forces? Get a degree in the name of your father and carry on like his grandfathers did? A tear evolves as the joy of God has created the offspring you dreamed of.

Before you know it the training wheels are gone and your little man has found his first taste of freedom. So proud of your child, he reminds you of you, and God has blessed the memories left behind. He smiles and waves goodbye; again, the tears you try to hide. Little does he know your days are numbered, shaded and faded by illnesses that only God controls. Then a young man’s dreams are shattered standing at a cemetery holding momma’s hand.

It’s not just children, though, that face blunt force. I think about the entrepreneurs that have tried and failed. And the geniuses that quit school. My heart goes out to kids who only hear, “You CAN’T”. I pray for the dreamers who’s shades are faded when God opens doors; they are afraid to take a chance. Giving up is never an option as dreams create the reality we live in! The fascination comes as the shadows fade; prayers are all that’s left. When God steps in and blossoms your creations, your dreams will graciously unfold.

Tried and tested, we all aren’t that lucky… but heaven knows we are all gifted in one category or another. You might be a street sweeper, a worker in a mine, or deliver the paper to a local community. Do the best you can! Take pride in yourself as dreams evolve with God’s help. Miracles happen as easy in church as the back alley of a big city. It’s prayers, not a steeple, that God hears.

Be blessed, I say unto you, for He has surely anointed you. If that strength has not yet come, be advised to run, as your dreams will carry you….or they will surely fade away.

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