No storm of human or satanic wrath could [BEGIN P.16] disturb the calm of that perfect communion with God. MB 15
Papa Father,
What a precious and awesome promise! That is so incredibly cool! NO STORM, NOTHING can disturb my communion with you, if I choose to have it. What a comfort to know that you are always and in all circumstances available to talk to, to comfort. You are always by my side. I am never, ever alone. You are always there, whether I feel that you are or not. Sigh. That makes every bone; muscle and organ in my body relax.
The storms of my own mind often block my heart from feeling Your presence, but that is about me, not you. Your presence is not dependent on my feelings or none feelings. You may be carrying me or I may be sitting right in Your lap and not even know it. I may wail, squall, and thrash around , eyes squeezed shut, howling my rage and frustration at Your abandonment. But when I open the eyes of my heart I see YOu. I see that I have been screeching in Your Dear Sweet Face.
O Jesus,
Forgive me for hurling my unbelief in Your Sweet Face; for that is what my wailing really is. Unbelief. Papa Father, I DO believe but heal and change the parts of me that don't believe. I want to wholly believe that you are always with me, not partly believe. I know that You are, even now as I write this, answering my prayer. I choose to believe, totally believe that nothing can separate me from you.
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, 39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Ro 8:38-39
Sigh. Contentment. Peace. Quiet. Happiness. Smile shining from the center of my soul. J
It is the love of self that destroys our peace. MB 16
Wow! Now there is a mouthful.
Papa Father,
Help me to remember this when my heart is all roiled up and in a turmoil. Help me to remember this when I worry. Worry certainly destroys me peace.
Hmm. Lack of peace and worry are really unbelief. Right? When I worried about Ben and Dorkis on their honeymoon in the Dominican Republic, it was because I forgot that God was bigger than the hurricanes that were passing through. I forgot that God would take care of them no matter what came their way. I forgot that if they still had a work to do for Him, there was nothing that could harm them. I forgot that ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD, even disaster and pain and loss. When I placed my worry in YOUR very capable and strong hands my worry turned to peace, profound, total body relaxing peace.
Papa Father,
What a precious and awesome promise! That is so incredibly cool! NO STORM, NOTHING can disturb my communion with you, if I choose to have it. What a comfort to know that you are always and in all circumstances available to talk to, to comfort. You are always by my side. I am never, ever alone. You are always there, whether I feel that you are or not. Sigh. That makes every bone; muscle and organ in my body relax.
The storms of my own mind often block my heart from feeling Your presence, but that is about me, not you. Your presence is not dependent on my feelings or none feelings. You may be carrying me or I may be sitting right in Your lap and not even know it. I may wail, squall, and thrash around , eyes squeezed shut, howling my rage and frustration at Your abandonment. But when I open the eyes of my heart I see YOu. I see that I have been screeching in Your Dear Sweet Face.
O Jesus,
Forgive me for hurling my unbelief in Your Sweet Face; for that is what my wailing really is. Unbelief. Papa Father, I DO believe but heal and change the parts of me that don't believe. I want to wholly believe that you are always with me, not partly believe. I know that You are, even now as I write this, answering my prayer. I choose to believe, totally believe that nothing can separate me from you.
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, 39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Ro 8:38-39
Sigh. Contentment. Peace. Quiet. Happiness. Smile shining from the center of my soul. J
It is the love of self that destroys our peace. MB 16
Wow! Now there is a mouthful.
Papa Father,
Help me to remember this when my heart is all roiled up and in a turmoil. Help me to remember this when I worry. Worry certainly destroys me peace.
Hmm. Lack of peace and worry are really unbelief. Right? When I worried about Ben and Dorkis on their honeymoon in the Dominican Republic, it was because I forgot that God was bigger than the hurricanes that were passing through. I forgot that God would take care of them no matter what came their way. I forgot that if they still had a work to do for Him, there was nothing that could harm them. I forgot that ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD, even disaster and pain and loss. When I placed my worry in YOUR very capable and strong hands my worry turned to peace, profound, total body relaxing peace.
Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight,
Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm;
In celestial like strains it unceasingly falls
O'er my soul like an infinite calm.
Chorus:
Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace
Coming down from the Father above;
Sweep over my spirit forever I pray,
In fathomless billows of love.
What a treasure I have in this wonderful peace,
Buried deep in my innermost soul,
So secure that no power can mine it away
While the years of eternity roll!
Chorus
I believe when I rise to that city of peace,
Where the author of peace I shall see,
That one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing,
In that heavenly kingdom will be-
Chorus
Weary soul, without gladness or comfort or rest,
Passing down the rough pathway of time!
Make the Savior your friend ere the shadows grow dark;
O accept of this peace so sublime.
Chorus
The meekness of Christ, manifested in the home, will make the inmates happy; it provokes no quarrel, gives back no angry answer, but soothes the irritated temper and diffuses a gentleness that is felt by all [BEGIN P.17] within its charmed circle. Wherever cherished, it makes the families of earth a part of the one great family above. {MB 16.3}
Wow! What a goal to aspire to.
Papa Father,
I am so prone to quarrel, to be angry over the silliest things, to be irritated by the minutias of life. I do not want to be like this. I want to be gentle, compassionate and tender like you are. I choose to look to YOU and only YOU as my example. My own example is woefully lacking and I howl in despair when I look at it. Soooo, since I don't want to spend my days wailing over my deficiencies I choose to look at you; only you. Please do in my life what needs to be done in order to be like you.
Be like Jesus this my song,
In the home and in the throng;
Be like Jesus all day long!
I would be like Jesus.
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