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The Lord is my rescuer

28/12/2016

Fearing to launch on “full surrender’s” tide,
I asked the Lord where would its water glide
“To the troubled seas I dread?”
“Unto Myself,” He said

Weeping beside an open grave I stood
In bitterness of soul I cried to God:
“Where leads this path of sorrow that I tread?”
“Unto Myself,” He said

Watching my heroes, those I love best,
I saw them fail; they could not stand the test,
Even by this the Lord, through tears not few,
Unto Himself, I drew.

Psalm 18: 19
He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.

- Anonymous

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Being okay with change

21/12/2016

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As much as we hate to admit, we don’t always like changes. I’m speaking of those changes that generally cause our situation to worsen or circumstances where we have to experience loss and hurt. We eagerly change jobs when it means higher pay and more influence, we happily move to a bigger house, buy a newer car and so on.

In general, the change we dread involves loss that inconveniences us, however, those change is both inevitable and necessary. If everything stays the same, there will be no growth in our lives but we have the assurance of a Shepherd who will always guide us through change and leads us to a better place. We know not but our God knows.

Jesus went from being a respected leader to abandoned by all within the matter of days. Between Palm Sunday and Good Friday, he became the sacrificial lamb. Those changes had to take place for the life Christ has for us.

Not all change is pleasant but we are being led to a better place by God who loves us. Rest your fears on the Shepherd’s hand.

James 5: 11
As you know, we count as blessed those who have persevered. You have heard of Job's perseverance and have seen what the Lord finally brought about. The Lord is full of compassion and mercy.

- John W.

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Are you rich?

7/12/2016

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‘They huddled inside the storm door—two children in ragged, oversized coats. “Any old papers, lady?” they asked.

I was busy. I wanted to say no—until I saw their feet. Little sandals sopped with sleet. “Come in and I’ll make you some hot cocoa.” There was no conversation. Their soggy sandals left marks on the hearthstone. I served them cocoa with toast and jam to fortify them against the chill outside. Then I went back to the kitchen to work on my household budget.

The silence in the front room struck through me. I looked in. The little girl held the empty cup in her hands and looked at it. The boy asked, “Lady, are you rich?” I looked at my shabby slipcovers. “Am I rich? Mercy, no!”

The girl put the cup in its saucer, carefully. “Your cups match your saucers.” Her voice was old with a hunger not of the stomach. They then left, holding their bundles of paper against the wind. They hadn’t said thank you. They didn’t need to, they’d done more than that. Much more.

Plain white pottery cups and saucers, but they matched. Potatoes in brown gravy; a roof over our heads; my husband with a good steady job, these things matched, too. I moved the chairs back from the fire and tidied the living room. The muddy prints of small sandals were still wet on my hearth. I let them be. I want them there in case I ever forget how rich I am!’

Deuteronomy 8: 10
When you have eaten and are satisfied, praise the Lord your God.

- Author unknown

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The Lord is my rescuer

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