As the days passed upon hearing this news about our newborn son; I found a wealth of comfort in the scriptures.
How very thankful I am to be a born again Christian and grateful to know that my Bible is the very words of my God. Oh what peace!
Often my readings would be found in Psalm 119.
My soul melteth for heaviness: strengthen thou me according unto thy word. verse 28
Remember the word unto thy servant, upon which thou hast caused me to hope.
This is my comfort in my affliction: for thy word hath quickened me. verses 49,50
Before I was afflicted I went astray: but now have I kept thy word. verse 67
It is good for me that I have been afflicted: that I might learn thy statues. verse 71
I know, O LORD, that thy judgments are right, and that thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me.
Let I pray thee,thy merciful kindness be for my comfort, according to thy word unto thy servant. verses 75,76
Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word. verse 114
Thy word is very pure: therefore thy servant loveth it. verse 140
We cried with friends and family as we spoke together on the telephone. I felt grief for them all, knowing how much they desired to be with us. This was our first realization of the journey we faced...alone, but with GOD at our side. My husband and I prayed together...
"LORD, we lay our lives before you. We trust your judgments and pray that through this trial, our lives will glorify you. We pray for lost souls we will meet. We pray for wisdom in raising our children, and especially our son Stephen. We ask for strength when we are weak, for courage when we fear, for faith to trust and not question why?"
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
From Every Stormy Wind That Blows
This wonderful hymn always brings tears to my eyes and touches my heart. Words penned by authors of our dear beloved hymns surely experienced the depth of fellowship found in our Lord. I pray as you continue to read my blog...that you will not fear the storms of life, but take them with courage, hope and assurance...and know that all will be well....to those who know the blessed salvation found in the Lord Jesus Christ.
From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat,
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
There is a place where Jesus sheds,
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all beside more sweet,
It is the blood-stained mercy-seat.
There is a spot where spirits blend,
And friend holds fellowship with friend,
Though sundered far, by faith they meet,
Around one common mercy-seat.
There, there on eagle-wing we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat,
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
There is a place where Jesus sheds,
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all beside more sweet,
It is the blood-stained mercy-seat.
There is a spot where spirits blend,
And friend holds fellowship with friend,
Though sundered far, by faith they meet,
Around one common mercy-seat.
There, there on eagle-wing we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
If I could see beyond today...
would I trust and still not fear?
Though billowing clouds form in the sky...
and a storm brews winds so strong...
Barely able to withstand it all...
a rainbow peeks within...
A ray of sunshine...
glistens through the clouds...
...a calm has come...peace be still...
If I could see beyond today...
Would my eyes see with my heart?
Eyes of faith...and a heart full of hope.
copyright 2007 Hope
Mark chpt. 4 verse 39
And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
would I trust and still not fear?
Though billowing clouds form in the sky...
and a storm brews winds so strong...
Barely able to withstand it all...
a rainbow peeks within...
A ray of sunshine...
glistens through the clouds...
...a calm has come...peace be still...
If I could see beyond today...
Would my eyes see with my heart?
Eyes of faith...and a heart full of hope.
copyright 2007 Hope
Mark chpt. 4 verse 39
And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
to everything there is a season...part 2
April 1982 ... the twins are born .... two sweet boys.
What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee. Psalms 56:3
I awoke in the night..actually 2 a.m. and used the call button (it must have been in French..the nurse showed up!) and I tried in vain to tell her I was having STRONG contractions. She elevated the foot of my bed and LEFT the room!! My heart was racing as I thought about what to do to get her back! She then walked in the room with a dictionary! I quickly thumbed the pages looking for the word PAIN!! and when I did show her the word, she immediately started moving me and getting my bed into the delivery room. I'm sure the look on my face along with the dictionary word...gave her a good indication that it was TIME!
NO English nurse on duty this night!
I had no time to think about my surroundings..though now I can recall them very vividly. The room was nothing like the hospitals now or perhaps this is just in America; where there is a nice wallpapered room with lovely wooden furniture and then, this, labour room also becomes the delivery room. Nice and homey. In the Swiss hospital delivery room, it was very bright and cold...with only two nurses on duty. They seemed to be in a panic...moving so quickly that the bed that they were trying to place me on started moving away! I remember making a quick leap to the next bed! This is just the beginning! As labour continued one of the nurses delivered the first twin on a moments notice...then asked me his name and left the room...then all my labour stopped. The next baby was having problems so a doctor was called in and I was put under anesthesia and awoke to another son whom also was quickly whisked away. I was then taken to my room and slept.
Because of the hour of the night and the quick delivery..less than an hour. My husband was not contacted until hours later in the morning. He also did not have time to reschedule his work ,so he had to still go in and find a replacement. During this time of waiting for him to come to the hospital..I still was not given the babies. I was not told anything. I began to wonder WHY? and who would explain anything that I could understand? ..until the British nurse came on duty.
When Kathryn finally came in...she was smiling and happy that I had a safe delivery and doing well. She then proceded to tell me that they suspected the boys having heart murmurs and checking them over. A doctor would speak with us in a couple of hours and to call my husband. I was calm and knew in my heart that the LORD was with us. Already so many prayers had been answered..so much provision. I thought upon the above verse found in Psalms and I would trust the LORD even in my fears.
When my husband arrived we waited for the appointed time the doctor was to speak with us. While waiting we once again had the opportunity to speak with Kathryn concerning our faith and trusting in the LORD. She listened intently.
Upon arrival of the doctor. One whom we had never spoke with before. He was the head physician of the hospital. A quite stern looking elderly man. He began to explain to us that one of our son's was born with Down's Syndrome and were we familiar with it?
Yes, to some degree. I actually had worked with Down's children while in High School. I earned extra credit by going to a special needs school a few hours each week.
He then told us, knowing our situation in a foreign country, that it would be best to just instutionalize him. WHAT??? I could not believe what I was hearing. My motherly heart immediatley took over before anyone else could utter a word. I had a framed photo of my other children on my bed table and showing him my PRECIOUS children I did calmly say.."SIR, we are CHRISTIANS and whatever GOD has given us, HE will be our help.. this is our family and this baby will also be a part of our family. We will do whatever is necessary for our baby." I was so offended...so hurt, his words cut to my heart and he knew it. He left the room dumbfounded.
Kathryn later would reveal to me the scenario of the doctor coming out of our room after his meeting with us. She told us, he came out with a look on his face she could not describe. He then told her.."this was the hardest thing I have ever had to do and he could not believe the reaction we had to his news about our son. He had never experienced the calm and peace of this couple." Kathryn immediately responded with..." well of course, Sir...they are Christians!"
This moment was a pivotal point in our witness with Kathryn. A day also that would begin the beacon of hope that would continue to shine in her path and reveal true faith.
What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee. Psalms 56:3
I awoke in the night..actually 2 a.m. and used the call button (it must have been in French..the nurse showed up!) and I tried in vain to tell her I was having STRONG contractions. She elevated the foot of my bed and LEFT the room!! My heart was racing as I thought about what to do to get her back! She then walked in the room with a dictionary! I quickly thumbed the pages looking for the word PAIN!! and when I did show her the word, she immediately started moving me and getting my bed into the delivery room. I'm sure the look on my face along with the dictionary word...gave her a good indication that it was TIME!
NO English nurse on duty this night!
I had no time to think about my surroundings..though now I can recall them very vividly. The room was nothing like the hospitals now or perhaps this is just in America; where there is a nice wallpapered room with lovely wooden furniture and then, this, labour room also becomes the delivery room. Nice and homey. In the Swiss hospital delivery room, it was very bright and cold...with only two nurses on duty. They seemed to be in a panic...moving so quickly that the bed that they were trying to place me on started moving away! I remember making a quick leap to the next bed! This is just the beginning! As labour continued one of the nurses delivered the first twin on a moments notice...then asked me his name and left the room...then all my labour stopped. The next baby was having problems so a doctor was called in and I was put under anesthesia and awoke to another son whom also was quickly whisked away. I was then taken to my room and slept.
Because of the hour of the night and the quick delivery..less than an hour. My husband was not contacted until hours later in the morning. He also did not have time to reschedule his work ,so he had to still go in and find a replacement. During this time of waiting for him to come to the hospital..I still was not given the babies. I was not told anything. I began to wonder WHY? and who would explain anything that I could understand? ..until the British nurse came on duty.
When Kathryn finally came in...she was smiling and happy that I had a safe delivery and doing well. She then proceded to tell me that they suspected the boys having heart murmurs and checking them over. A doctor would speak with us in a couple of hours and to call my husband. I was calm and knew in my heart that the LORD was with us. Already so many prayers had been answered..so much provision. I thought upon the above verse found in Psalms and I would trust the LORD even in my fears.
When my husband arrived we waited for the appointed time the doctor was to speak with us. While waiting we once again had the opportunity to speak with Kathryn concerning our faith and trusting in the LORD. She listened intently.
Upon arrival of the doctor. One whom we had never spoke with before. He was the head physician of the hospital. A quite stern looking elderly man. He began to explain to us that one of our son's was born with Down's Syndrome and were we familiar with it?
Yes, to some degree. I actually had worked with Down's children while in High School. I earned extra credit by going to a special needs school a few hours each week.
He then told us, knowing our situation in a foreign country, that it would be best to just instutionalize him. WHAT??? I could not believe what I was hearing. My motherly heart immediatley took over before anyone else could utter a word. I had a framed photo of my other children on my bed table and showing him my PRECIOUS children I did calmly say.."SIR, we are CHRISTIANS and whatever GOD has given us, HE will be our help.. this is our family and this baby will also be a part of our family. We will do whatever is necessary for our baby." I was so offended...so hurt, his words cut to my heart and he knew it. He left the room dumbfounded.
Kathryn later would reveal to me the scenario of the doctor coming out of our room after his meeting with us. She told us, he came out with a look on his face she could not describe. He then told her.."this was the hardest thing I have ever had to do and he could not believe the reaction we had to his news about our son. He had never experienced the calm and peace of this couple." Kathryn immediately responded with..." well of course, Sir...they are Christians!"
This moment was a pivotal point in our witness with Kathryn. A day also that would begin the beacon of hope that would continue to shine in her path and reveal true faith.
Monday, November 19, 2007
This is a very special time as we think upon the blessings not only of the year..but each and every day. As you read this journey I am sharing with you here, I pray that it will fill your heart with thanksgiving as you read of the faithfulness of our Great God and Saviour Jesus Christ. He is worthy of our every praise of Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Chapter 2...To everything there is a season...part 1
This begins my journey with "the BRITISH nurse"....her name, Kathryn. She had gone to nursing school in Switzerland and chose to stay in the country while her parents continued to reside in England.
Each day when she came to monitor the babies' heart it was as if she was a visitor instead of my caring nurse. We would converse about my condition, my family, my FAITH. She probably found me to be more "interesting" than anything. Getting to spend so much time with an "American" and what makes them tick..so to speak. Well, especially THIS one..a mother of four expecting two more! and so calm under the conditions?? She did indeed feel sorry for me, and with her being the only English speaking nurse on that floor, knew she was an important part of my stay in the hospital.
Perhaps, maybe, she didn't think this way...but, I for one felt this way many times with people staring or asking questions. I think being in a foreign country, this is only natural. You feel so out of place by the language barrier and then the cultural differences,the foods, the street signs, even the construction of the houses. It is so very different. It actually made me a bit more sensitive to the people around me as well. I began to look at the many souls in my midst...wondering what they knew about my Saviour. Oh, religion exist..it does everywhere. But, there are so few people living the outward examples of faith in the LORD Jesus Christ. I mean where TRUST is the element of faith they see...not just hear about. So for me to display a trust at such a time..a peace...was interesting.
At one point on a day my husband was off work and visiting, Kathryn came in to check on me. We began to talk about the BIBLE and the conversation ended up taking the entire visiting hour. She felt very bad about taking up our time in conversation with her..she had so many questions...but how elated my husband and I were in our hearts; knowing GOD had us there at a time she could be there as well and just talk....about...the Bible and God.
I want to note here..that my husband brought me a lovely bouquet of yellow daffodils and pink carnations. The daffodil would eventually become a significant portrait in our hearts and minds.
I like to do calligraphy as a hobby and so my husband that day had also brought me a kit so that I could occupy some of my time with something I enjoy. I decided to do a verse for Kathryn.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven...
I did not include the next verse...however, it would be so much a true part of it later...
verse 2...a time to be born and a time to die...
When I later presented it to her, she was very touched and excepted it with a true appreciation. Maybe...I was not just an "American" she had met on her job.
Each day when she came to monitor the babies' heart it was as if she was a visitor instead of my caring nurse. We would converse about my condition, my family, my FAITH. She probably found me to be more "interesting" than anything. Getting to spend so much time with an "American" and what makes them tick..so to speak. Well, especially THIS one..a mother of four expecting two more! and so calm under the conditions?? She did indeed feel sorry for me, and with her being the only English speaking nurse on that floor, knew she was an important part of my stay in the hospital.
Perhaps, maybe, she didn't think this way...but, I for one felt this way many times with people staring or asking questions. I think being in a foreign country, this is only natural. You feel so out of place by the language barrier and then the cultural differences,the foods, the street signs, even the construction of the houses. It is so very different. It actually made me a bit more sensitive to the people around me as well. I began to look at the many souls in my midst...wondering what they knew about my Saviour. Oh, religion exist..it does everywhere. But, there are so few people living the outward examples of faith in the LORD Jesus Christ. I mean where TRUST is the element of faith they see...not just hear about. So for me to display a trust at such a time..a peace...was interesting.
At one point on a day my husband was off work and visiting, Kathryn came in to check on me. We began to talk about the BIBLE and the conversation ended up taking the entire visiting hour. She felt very bad about taking up our time in conversation with her..she had so many questions...but how elated my husband and I were in our hearts; knowing GOD had us there at a time she could be there as well and just talk....about...the Bible and God.
I want to note here..that my husband brought me a lovely bouquet of yellow daffodils and pink carnations. The daffodil would eventually become a significant portrait in our hearts and minds.
I like to do calligraphy as a hobby and so my husband that day had also brought me a kit so that I could occupy some of my time with something I enjoy. I decided to do a verse for Kathryn.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven...
I did not include the next verse...however, it would be so much a true part of it later...
verse 2...a time to be born and a time to die...
When I later presented it to her, she was very touched and excepted it with a true appreciation. Maybe...I was not just an "American" she had met on her job.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
...peace, and at such a time....part 3
My first trip to the doctor's office was quite an experience. His office was in a town about 20 minutes from our village. The drive there is a very curvy road that narrows as it passes through other small villages...
....winding down to the main town passing over the "auto-route"...freeway. This photo shows the route just before going "down" the mountain towards town.
My husband dropped me off at the door of the high rise building as he went to park and wait with the children in the van. I entered the building and after looking up the doctor's name on a listing board of occupants, I proceeded to the elevator. I did not realize once inside alone, how difficult riding an elevator could be. I couldn't have "asked" for help anyway, so might as well be alone. I saw that the names listed did not appear in any order that I could understand (French)and so I pressed a button. When the elevator opened I stepped out to realize I had gone all the way to the top! I peered over a railing and being now 7 1/2 months with twins and having some swelling in my feet, I decided not to walk the stairs; who knows how many flights down I had yet to go. I re-entered the elevator and pressed what I thought was the correct button again...and whoosh..down we go...back to the beginning. The main floor. I looked up and thought..."okay?...you can try again or you can just walk now...UP... how many flights of stairs? By time I reached the correct floor, stopping on the way to read the door signs...I was out of breath. I entered and did not know I was about to encounter my first real episode of the language barrier that I would deal with for a long time. I fumbled with the receptionist, who spoke minimal English. I then went to the waiting room and sat quietly. IF... anyone had spoken to ME, I surely did not know it and this might be why I was getting funny looks most of the time. I'm sure some well meaning lady spoke a kind word or two, so I kept my eyes in a magazine so not to appear rude..but preoccupied. Of course when my turn came, the nurse made sure she approached me and I did recognize my own name! ~whew~
The doctor then began to tell me that my blood pressure was sky-high and that I should be in the hospital. I explained my situation: no family, no one to watch the children, new to the country and language! Sympathetic, he gave me ONE week at home and if my blood pressure had not lowered by the next visit, I would be admitted to the local hospital.
The next week was quite a tale... I began to drop things..like eggs! more swelling and now headaches. I had moments of contractions and would sit on the edge of the bed at night...wondering if it was "time". I did not realize I was experiencing preeclampsia and a very dangerous situation, a leading cause of infant death. The care of my children became a great concern as I thought about the hospital stay.
When I returned the following week...I was admitted. In preparation, one of the wives of a my husband's coworker offered to watch the children during the day. I had met this lady briefly..but had to trust the LORD as it was our only help at the time. Claudine was much too busy with her farming home life. This lady...Helen, a Swiss-German, knew English! and it so happened...the Lord's care...she lived right next door to the hospital. Not only that, her front door of her apartment could be seen from my hospital room window, while I sitting up in my bed! I was so touched at the kindness of the LORD to make this unique provision. It gave me such peace to watch my husband each morning drop of the children. I would also be able to watch them play with her two children, riding bikes. Helen,so thoughtful... would also walk the path from her apartment bringing the children to visit. The blessing of this hospital was the fact that they let 4 toddlers into my room and hop on my bed! I don't know if this was policy or for the fact that being a foreigner and no family, I received special permission. I was so thankful. The LORD again provided a very great need.
On my first day admitted I was taken to my room which was multi bed. I was asked which bed I would like..and of course I chose the one by the window; which also happened to be next to a bed occupied by a very sweet Christian woman who spoke some English. Micheline was her name and she would be a joy to my heart...she was a fairly new babe in Christ and we would enjoy sweet Christian fellowship talking about the Lord's work in our lives. She had complications in her pregnancy and had to remain in the hospital most of her pregnancy. She also was living daily by faith. My time with her would be limited however since I would deliver within a week and be moved to another room.
Before being admitted I had to have my blood pressure and babies monitored by a nurse. I was fortunate...some say...I say the LORD..to have an English nurse for my care. A British nurse. She told me upon my first encounter with her, in a stern voice..."Madame, you will have to remain in the hospital and take care of yourself regardless of having children at home. You are in a very dangerous situation for you and your unborn babies." I agreed, and very simply complied with her wishes. She was surprised, as she expected me to argue the point and insist on getting to go back home. I then told her I was a Christian and that I knew the Lord would take care of things and I would do what was necessary for the safe delivery of my twins.
From this point on...she would be daily monitoring my condition. We would also...talk. It was during this time that I began to fully understand WHY I was here...for her. My heart was filled with HOPE, JOY and PEACE. I knew, God placed her and I together. For how long? I did not know.
My husband visiting one day shortly after my admission brought me a beautiful blue journal to write in. It has a lovely Swiss looking design on the cover. He thought I might like to write while in the hospital. And so, I began that day a journal. I had no idea what lie ahead. In fact, I thought perhaps this would just be a journal about my new babies and God's care. I expected to deliver healthy twins.
On my first page I wrote a Bible Verse... Colossians 1:10 That ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of GOD; strengthened with all might, according to his glorious power, unto all patience and long suffering with joyfulness...
....winding down to the main town passing over the "auto-route"...freeway. This photo shows the route just before going "down" the mountain towards town.
My husband dropped me off at the door of the high rise building as he went to park and wait with the children in the van. I entered the building and after looking up the doctor's name on a listing board of occupants, I proceeded to the elevator. I did not realize once inside alone, how difficult riding an elevator could be. I couldn't have "asked" for help anyway, so might as well be alone. I saw that the names listed did not appear in any order that I could understand (French)and so I pressed a button. When the elevator opened I stepped out to realize I had gone all the way to the top! I peered over a railing and being now 7 1/2 months with twins and having some swelling in my feet, I decided not to walk the stairs; who knows how many flights down I had yet to go. I re-entered the elevator and pressed what I thought was the correct button again...and whoosh..down we go...back to the beginning. The main floor. I looked up and thought..."okay?...you can try again or you can just walk now...UP... how many flights of stairs? By time I reached the correct floor, stopping on the way to read the door signs...I was out of breath. I entered and did not know I was about to encounter my first real episode of the language barrier that I would deal with for a long time. I fumbled with the receptionist, who spoke minimal English. I then went to the waiting room and sat quietly. IF... anyone had spoken to ME, I surely did not know it and this might be why I was getting funny looks most of the time. I'm sure some well meaning lady spoke a kind word or two, so I kept my eyes in a magazine so not to appear rude..but preoccupied. Of course when my turn came, the nurse made sure she approached me and I did recognize my own name! ~whew~
The doctor then began to tell me that my blood pressure was sky-high and that I should be in the hospital. I explained my situation: no family, no one to watch the children, new to the country and language! Sympathetic, he gave me ONE week at home and if my blood pressure had not lowered by the next visit, I would be admitted to the local hospital.
The next week was quite a tale... I began to drop things..like eggs! more swelling and now headaches. I had moments of contractions and would sit on the edge of the bed at night...wondering if it was "time". I did not realize I was experiencing preeclampsia and a very dangerous situation, a leading cause of infant death. The care of my children became a great concern as I thought about the hospital stay.
When I returned the following week...I was admitted. In preparation, one of the wives of a my husband's coworker offered to watch the children during the day. I had met this lady briefly..but had to trust the LORD as it was our only help at the time. Claudine was much too busy with her farming home life. This lady...Helen, a Swiss-German, knew English! and it so happened...the Lord's care...she lived right next door to the hospital. Not only that, her front door of her apartment could be seen from my hospital room window, while I sitting up in my bed! I was so touched at the kindness of the LORD to make this unique provision. It gave me such peace to watch my husband each morning drop of the children. I would also be able to watch them play with her two children, riding bikes. Helen,so thoughtful... would also walk the path from her apartment bringing the children to visit. The blessing of this hospital was the fact that they let 4 toddlers into my room and hop on my bed! I don't know if this was policy or for the fact that being a foreigner and no family, I received special permission. I was so thankful. The LORD again provided a very great need.
On my first day admitted I was taken to my room which was multi bed. I was asked which bed I would like..and of course I chose the one by the window; which also happened to be next to a bed occupied by a very sweet Christian woman who spoke some English. Micheline was her name and she would be a joy to my heart...she was a fairly new babe in Christ and we would enjoy sweet Christian fellowship talking about the Lord's work in our lives. She had complications in her pregnancy and had to remain in the hospital most of her pregnancy. She also was living daily by faith. My time with her would be limited however since I would deliver within a week and be moved to another room.
Before being admitted I had to have my blood pressure and babies monitored by a nurse. I was fortunate...some say...I say the LORD..to have an English nurse for my care. A British nurse. She told me upon my first encounter with her, in a stern voice..."Madame, you will have to remain in the hospital and take care of yourself regardless of having children at home. You are in a very dangerous situation for you and your unborn babies." I agreed, and very simply complied with her wishes. She was surprised, as she expected me to argue the point and insist on getting to go back home. I then told her I was a Christian and that I knew the Lord would take care of things and I would do what was necessary for the safe delivery of my twins.
From this point on...she would be daily monitoring my condition. We would also...talk. It was during this time that I began to fully understand WHY I was here...for her. My heart was filled with HOPE, JOY and PEACE. I knew, God placed her and I together. For how long? I did not know.
My husband visiting one day shortly after my admission brought me a beautiful blue journal to write in. It has a lovely Swiss looking design on the cover. He thought I might like to write while in the hospital. And so, I began that day a journal. I had no idea what lie ahead. In fact, I thought perhaps this would just be a journal about my new babies and God's care. I expected to deliver healthy twins.
On my first page I wrote a Bible Verse... Colossians 1:10 That ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of GOD; strengthened with all might, according to his glorious power, unto all patience and long suffering with joyfulness...
Monday, November 12, 2007
...peace, and at such a time....part 2
Upon meeting this dear lady, I was invited with my four children to her home nearby. As I entered into her home...(a farmhouse complete with milking house right in the same building) I was touched by the simplicity of their lifestyle. The kitchen was the center of her home with a large square table and a stove to the side used with wood to cook. She gently showed each of us where to sit at the table, as we sat in our language of "silence". She proceeded to prepare lunch. She first set small glasses in front of each of us and then poured a small amount of "syrop" into each glass. My children thinking this was American "koolade" proceeded to gulp it down...when Claudine gasped and yelled..."no, no" (we DID understand that!)...she then poured more and added water to show it needed to be mixed with water first! One of many "lessons" we would learn living in a foreign country!
While seated...a kindly gentleman with ruffled hair, peeked into the large picture window that was open and said "SALUT"...a greeting that would become so familiar and so heartwarming to us. This was her husband, he was coming in for his main meal of the day. As a farmer his days began at the crack-of-dawn and the main meal at midday was the most important of all, with a simpler meal in the evening of bread and cheese. A few moments later, an elderly woman walked in. I did not feel quite so comfortable with her. She looked us over and nodded with an unsure smile and then left. She had "heard" about the visiting American! I had just met Claudine's mother-in-law.
We would eventually meet MR. father-in-law as well...a quiet, dedicated farmer.
I am writing this account to introduce these people. Claudine's mother-in-law would eventually become a very dear lady to my heart. She would pop in to visit me from time to time and have a cup of tea. Chat?...in our own special way. Yes.
Claudine also had two children older than mine..but nonetheless, very kind and playful.
Claudine's husband, hardworking...he would take a moment here and there...to show the children his cows...to ride the tractor...and even give hugs. My eyes well with tears here as I think upon these dear dear people. Strangers GOD brought into our lives...to befriend us, to help us, to love us.
We would meet people of the village at different times in the course of our life in the village. The intro to the young dairy lady. The postman and his daughter who would play the piano for my children whenever I walked up the hill to the post. Their home just behind the building.
Whenever I would take walks with the children...people would be working in their gardens (beautiful gardens!) and stop midway..stand upright...and STARE!
I wondered what they thought? Why does she live here? Why does she have so many children? Of course they all knew each other in the village, so it didn't take long to find out!
Getting settled in was quick..with only trunks and a few suitcases! We had some money from our home that sold (albeit..not the normal way...one that gave us a bit of the equity on a yearly basis)..and with this we purchased a few needful items..BEDS!(see photo at top) The store, now in the U.S. was Ikea. Great furniture we could transport easily in our van and put together at home. It was perfect.
We were very fortunate for at that time (1982)..in most homes rented, you get the rooms with the walls. You supply the rest. Our duplex had built in cupboards in the kitchen! We did have to purchase a ceiling light for the living room. There are no closets...so most of our clothes were folded in a (neat) pile! (I am a neat person..so the PILE..well, it was neatly piled!). I did not know that there was a washer and dryer in the basement and for the first few weeks; I hand washed our clothes in a deep tub in the bathroom..and then hung the clothes on the radiators (not my style!) and my husband made me a clothesline across the tub.
You may ask..WHY? in the world are living like this? ...a mission(ary) vision.
After living like this for about a month, my husband called one day and said a gentleman he worked with was moving back to the U.S. and he left us the key to his place, and said we could have whatever we wanted in his apartment. I'm thinking...yard sale stuff...things most people don't want. When my husband arrived at the apt. he excitedly called to tell me...his apartment was full of furniture! kitchen things! lamps, rugs etc. Unbelievable! ..NO, GOD was providing. Within one month of our arrival, we had a house completely furnished..FREE. I was so touched by the little items that GOD sent our way. I love baskets..and what do I find..an array of different baskets. I would find a small item for the kitchen that was so needful. God had made our house now our HOME.
I then one day heard a knock at the door and there stood a sweet Christian young woman who spoke English, offering me some bags of clothing for the children. Winter clothes. Snowsuits in perfect condition...each the correct size for four children. Thank you, Claudine...thank you LORD. Provision again for a need I was not prepared for...SNOW. Claudine had told them about us at one of the farmer-wives meetings.
Just a small thing some would say...but for us...it was the LORD. He knew our needs before we did. He knew the encouragement it would bring to our hearts to be excepted as we were into this small Swiss village. But, most of all...the confirmation it gave us of being in his perfect will.
Philippians chpt. 1 verse 6 Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ...
While seated...a kindly gentleman with ruffled hair, peeked into the large picture window that was open and said "SALUT"...a greeting that would become so familiar and so heartwarming to us. This was her husband, he was coming in for his main meal of the day. As a farmer his days began at the crack-of-dawn and the main meal at midday was the most important of all, with a simpler meal in the evening of bread and cheese. A few moments later, an elderly woman walked in. I did not feel quite so comfortable with her. She looked us over and nodded with an unsure smile and then left. She had "heard" about the visiting American! I had just met Claudine's mother-in-law.
We would eventually meet MR. father-in-law as well...a quiet, dedicated farmer.
I am writing this account to introduce these people. Claudine's mother-in-law would eventually become a very dear lady to my heart. She would pop in to visit me from time to time and have a cup of tea. Chat?...in our own special way. Yes.
Claudine also had two children older than mine..but nonetheless, very kind and playful.
Claudine's husband, hardworking...he would take a moment here and there...to show the children his cows...to ride the tractor...and even give hugs. My eyes well with tears here as I think upon these dear dear people. Strangers GOD brought into our lives...to befriend us, to help us, to love us.
We would meet people of the village at different times in the course of our life in the village. The intro to the young dairy lady. The postman and his daughter who would play the piano for my children whenever I walked up the hill to the post. Their home just behind the building.
Whenever I would take walks with the children...people would be working in their gardens (beautiful gardens!) and stop midway..stand upright...and STARE!
I wondered what they thought? Why does she live here? Why does she have so many children? Of course they all knew each other in the village, so it didn't take long to find out!
Getting settled in was quick..with only trunks and a few suitcases! We had some money from our home that sold (albeit..not the normal way...one that gave us a bit of the equity on a yearly basis)..and with this we purchased a few needful items..BEDS!(see photo at top) The store, now in the U.S. was Ikea. Great furniture we could transport easily in our van and put together at home. It was perfect.
We were very fortunate for at that time (1982)..in most homes rented, you get the rooms with the walls. You supply the rest. Our duplex had built in cupboards in the kitchen! We did have to purchase a ceiling light for the living room. There are no closets...so most of our clothes were folded in a (neat) pile! (I am a neat person..so the PILE..well, it was neatly piled!). I did not know that there was a washer and dryer in the basement and for the first few weeks; I hand washed our clothes in a deep tub in the bathroom..and then hung the clothes on the radiators (not my style!) and my husband made me a clothesline across the tub.
You may ask..WHY? in the world are living like this? ...a mission(ary) vision.
After living like this for about a month, my husband called one day and said a gentleman he worked with was moving back to the U.S. and he left us the key to his place, and said we could have whatever we wanted in his apartment. I'm thinking...yard sale stuff...things most people don't want. When my husband arrived at the apt. he excitedly called to tell me...his apartment was full of furniture! kitchen things! lamps, rugs etc. Unbelievable! ..NO, GOD was providing. Within one month of our arrival, we had a house completely furnished..FREE. I was so touched by the little items that GOD sent our way. I love baskets..and what do I find..an array of different baskets. I would find a small item for the kitchen that was so needful. God had made our house now our HOME.
I then one day heard a knock at the door and there stood a sweet Christian young woman who spoke English, offering me some bags of clothing for the children. Winter clothes. Snowsuits in perfect condition...each the correct size for four children. Thank you, Claudine...thank you LORD. Provision again for a need I was not prepared for...SNOW. Claudine had told them about us at one of the farmer-wives meetings.
Just a small thing some would say...but for us...it was the LORD. He knew our needs before we did. He knew the encouragement it would bring to our hearts to be excepted as we were into this small Swiss village. But, most of all...the confirmation it gave us of being in his perfect will.
Philippians chpt. 1 verse 6 Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ...
VETERANS....A MOMENT TO HONOR
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I'd like to take this moment to thank our VETERANS of WAR.
The photos...the U.S. flag that always hangs in our yard .The old photo is one taken of my father. He is the one holding the American Flag, second from the left. I have one room in my home dedicated to our country. An "Americana" room. This photo hangs in the room as well as my father's honorable discharge from the U.S.Army. He served as a helicopter pilot from 1947- 1968 and is a Purple Heart recipient.
My military family history goes back to WWII and Korea...Vietnam and Iraq. From my grandfather,father,husband and my two sons.
My eldest son faced a horrific battle while in Iraq; losing a close friend and company commander. It was at that time he wrote home and thanked us for his Christian upbringing. The HOPE he had in his heart...the PEACE that passed all understanding...knowing GOD was with him at that time, brought such comfort. He realized how important knowing GOD personally was to him. He knew that his life was in God's hand and if it was his appointed time...he was ready. There are many over there with this same heart. My youngest son will be going for the second time next Spring. God bless you all with courage,strength and comfort.
It is such a noble thing to VOLUNTEER...at this time we have an ALL VOLUNTEER MILITARY FORCE...people who WANT to be there serving their country and helping other countries.
As I read the news from day to day...my heart is overwhelmed with the stories of the courage of those injured and those injured who want to return. God surely has a purpose for these lives..."examples" for all of us.
I read recently two accounts of the President presenting the MEDAL OF HONOR and my heart was filled with THANKFULNESS. These two men gave their all. I know that the loss for the family is so great, and yet the honor bestowed gives such peace to them; knowing their loved one...had such courage and integrity to do what was necessary to save his fellow man from harms way. A great friend with a depth of love and dedication. THANK YOU...
I of course thought upon the LORD Jesus Christ. So many forget/deny that he gave the ultimate sacrifice...volunteered...full of LOVE.
St. John chpt.15 verse 13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
The greatest example of love...found in the Saviour. His voluntary sacrifice remains forever and continues to this day...to redeem man. Read the book of Hebrews chapter 10..especially verses 10-17. What comfort, what joy..what HOPE!
GOD BLESS our Veterans and our Troops serving all over the world. THANK YOU...THANK YOU...THANK YOU!
I'd like to take this moment to thank our VETERANS of WAR.
The photos...the U.S. flag that always hangs in our yard .The old photo is one taken of my father. He is the one holding the American Flag, second from the left. I have one room in my home dedicated to our country. An "Americana" room. This photo hangs in the room as well as my father's honorable discharge from the U.S.Army. He served as a helicopter pilot from 1947- 1968 and is a Purple Heart recipient.
My military family history goes back to WWII and Korea...Vietnam and Iraq. From my grandfather,father,husband and my two sons.
My eldest son faced a horrific battle while in Iraq; losing a close friend and company commander. It was at that time he wrote home and thanked us for his Christian upbringing. The HOPE he had in his heart...the PEACE that passed all understanding...knowing GOD was with him at that time, brought such comfort. He realized how important knowing GOD personally was to him. He knew that his life was in God's hand and if it was his appointed time...he was ready. There are many over there with this same heart. My youngest son will be going for the second time next Spring. God bless you all with courage,strength and comfort.
It is such a noble thing to VOLUNTEER...at this time we have an ALL VOLUNTEER MILITARY FORCE...people who WANT to be there serving their country and helping other countries.
As I read the news from day to day...my heart is overwhelmed with the stories of the courage of those injured and those injured who want to return. God surely has a purpose for these lives..."examples" for all of us.
I read recently two accounts of the President presenting the MEDAL OF HONOR and my heart was filled with THANKFULNESS. These two men gave their all. I know that the loss for the family is so great, and yet the honor bestowed gives such peace to them; knowing their loved one...had such courage and integrity to do what was necessary to save his fellow man from harms way. A great friend with a depth of love and dedication. THANK YOU...
I of course thought upon the LORD Jesus Christ. So many forget/deny that he gave the ultimate sacrifice...volunteered...full of LOVE.
St. John chpt.15 verse 13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
The greatest example of love...found in the Saviour. His voluntary sacrifice remains forever and continues to this day...to redeem man. Read the book of Hebrews chapter 10..especially verses 10-17. What comfort, what joy..what HOPE!
GOD BLESS our Veterans and our Troops serving all over the world. THANK YOU...THANK YOU...THANK YOU!
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Chapter I...peace, and at such a time...part 1
The above title to this post is found in Ezra chpt. 7 verse 12. The verse actually says PERFECT, peace. And so with this....as I write this account of my journey of HOPE...I indeed was graced with Perfect peace...at such a time. (quite often)
Knowing this will be a lengthy continuing post..I will have to break it up into segments. My post on WHY GOD as my introduction. "peace, and at such a time" I will list as part I etc. so you can follow in order.
This journey of HOPE... began in 1982. My husband and I had been praying for some time to go to Europe as missionaries, ever since his graduation from Bible School. It had been a couple of years and then one day a door opened for him to accept a job in Switzerland. It wasn't to be missionaries...but, it was an opportunity to get to Europe and perhaps be used of the LORD while there. (little did we know this was God's plan).
The amazing thing about this..is that I was pregnant with TWINS and already the mother of 4 children under the age of 6! ...and I had peace about this. ( I want to add here...that I was still a young Christian in my faith, and that this peace was something I can't fully explain...except that GOD did give a measure of faith at such a time!)
So that I can get to the heart of my journey, I will quickly go over some preparations we had to make in order to go to Switzerland. First, we had only 3 months to arrive there, this was the middle of December. We had a house to sell (and the market was not good at this time)... sell our belongings/decide what to take...and get passports.
The company my husband was going to work for was not going to move our belongings; so we decided we would take 4 trunks and suitcases. I had the arduous task of picking and choosing the most important things to take. Yes, one trunk was toys! The household items sold in one day with a yard sale...a man came by at the end of the day and offered to purchase the remaining items left on the table! What a blessing! Now,the house needed to sell. (Little did I know, my husband asked the LORD to further show his will for us, by closing on the house Jan. 31) We closed on the house...January 31st. Our passports were to take up to 6 weeks...they arrived in two. We were all set to depart. February 14, 1982...7 months pregnant with twins.
Upon our arrival to a foreign country in which we knew no one familiar, had no family and no church. We would rely on God for his continued care and guidance. We also did not have time to learn French, the language for the area we would live in. Through the providence of God (too lengthy here to cover) we found ourselves living in a small mountain village of 200 people; in a home not usually given to strangers( Americans).
In God's great care, we were befriended by a neighbor who would be used of God many many times to help us. She only spoke a little English and through time, we would communicate in three languages..well four..one would be charades! My husband some how (GOD?) was able to learn French quite quickly on the job..and already familiar with German. NOTE: Switzerland borders several countries..thus they speak all the languages surrounding the country..and have their own dialects (even each village!).
This dear lady would help me find a doctor...the nearby tiny grocer...the dairy...and comforts of her own home. I would honor her here by just saying her name is Claudine. (forever in my heart). She is/was a farmer's wife and had two children of her own and always always busy..but never to busy to help in time of need; even with our language barrier.
Before I begin the next post... I would like to say that in sharing this...I know there are many who have suffered loss and some greater than mine. There are those who are still suffering with sorrow, or the trial is existing. I, as my name entitles...HOPE, that through this account of a Christian's journey; some would be encouraged in their faith, some would find faith, and others would rejoice with me in thankfulness for God's work of Grace.
I Peter chpt. 1 verse 6-8 Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations: That the trial of your faith, being much more preious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ: whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory...
copyright 2007 Hope
Knowing this will be a lengthy continuing post..I will have to break it up into segments. My post on WHY GOD as my introduction. "peace, and at such a time" I will list as part I etc. so you can follow in order.
This journey of HOPE... began in 1982. My husband and I had been praying for some time to go to Europe as missionaries, ever since his graduation from Bible School. It had been a couple of years and then one day a door opened for him to accept a job in Switzerland. It wasn't to be missionaries...but, it was an opportunity to get to Europe and perhaps be used of the LORD while there. (little did we know this was God's plan).
The amazing thing about this..is that I was pregnant with TWINS and already the mother of 4 children under the age of 6! ...and I had peace about this. ( I want to add here...that I was still a young Christian in my faith, and that this peace was something I can't fully explain...except that GOD did give a measure of faith at such a time!)
So that I can get to the heart of my journey, I will quickly go over some preparations we had to make in order to go to Switzerland. First, we had only 3 months to arrive there, this was the middle of December. We had a house to sell (and the market was not good at this time)... sell our belongings/decide what to take...and get passports.
The company my husband was going to work for was not going to move our belongings; so we decided we would take 4 trunks and suitcases. I had the arduous task of picking and choosing the most important things to take. Yes, one trunk was toys! The household items sold in one day with a yard sale...a man came by at the end of the day and offered to purchase the remaining items left on the table! What a blessing! Now,the house needed to sell. (Little did I know, my husband asked the LORD to further show his will for us, by closing on the house Jan. 31) We closed on the house...January 31st. Our passports were to take up to 6 weeks...they arrived in two. We were all set to depart. February 14, 1982...7 months pregnant with twins.
Upon our arrival to a foreign country in which we knew no one familiar, had no family and no church. We would rely on God for his continued care and guidance. We also did not have time to learn French, the language for the area we would live in. Through the providence of God (too lengthy here to cover) we found ourselves living in a small mountain village of 200 people; in a home not usually given to strangers( Americans).
In God's great care, we were befriended by a neighbor who would be used of God many many times to help us. She only spoke a little English and through time, we would communicate in three languages..well four..one would be charades! My husband some how (GOD?) was able to learn French quite quickly on the job..and already familiar with German. NOTE: Switzerland borders several countries..thus they speak all the languages surrounding the country..and have their own dialects (even each village!).
This dear lady would help me find a doctor...the nearby tiny grocer...the dairy...and comforts of her own home. I would honor her here by just saying her name is Claudine. (forever in my heart). She is/was a farmer's wife and had two children of her own and always always busy..but never to busy to help in time of need; even with our language barrier.
Before I begin the next post... I would like to say that in sharing this...I know there are many who have suffered loss and some greater than mine. There are those who are still suffering with sorrow, or the trial is existing. I, as my name entitles...HOPE, that through this account of a Christian's journey; some would be encouraged in their faith, some would find faith, and others would rejoice with me in thankfulness for God's work of Grace.
I Peter chpt. 1 verse 6-8 Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations: That the trial of your faith, being much more preious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ: whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory...
copyright 2007 Hope
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
WHY GOD?
I have had this on my mind after recently reading something a person wrote in regards to this statement..and I have heard it often. WHY GOD?
And yet people also make the frequent statement...OH GOD HELP ME!...or PLEASE GOD!
A lot of people making the statement WHY GOD? want to blame GOD for everything BAD that happens in life...as if the devil is non existant but God is and He is the one at fault. How can He be? If you believe in evolution? or in your daily life don't even acknowledge him, how could He be the fault. Now if HE is the creator and you know that, then you would also read his word and begin to understand the works of GOD in life... as I said in my other post, I have found the answers to life by reading God's Word. I asked my husband the question in my early years as a new Christian, "WHY DID GOD DO THIS TO HIM?" and my dear wise husband said.."to understand someone, you must get to know them"... how true? Do you understand all your friends actions, speech etc. or maybe just the ones you know so well?
So many people want to acknowledge HEAVEN's existance as well, but when you try to warn them about HELL.."oh no, we won't hear about that!" How can you acknowledge one without the other..GOD made both. Do you realize that Hell was prepared for the devil and his angels..(read Matthew chpt. 25 (verse 41)not for man whom God loved so much that he gave his only begotten son! (read St. John 3:16-17-21) How we underestimate the LOVE of God. He did promise us an alternative..Eternal LIFE.
Let me get back to my original subject here on WHY GOD? I've learned exactly WHY?... in his love and mercy..he has a plan...in that plan of giving us an expected end (Jeremiah chpt. 29 verses 11-13)...WE mess up the plan or purpose of each individual life. We choose most of the time what WE want not GOD. In our choices, we even affect the life of others and perhaps the plan for their life as well. A sobering thought for what we will answer for at the judgement. And, we certainly don't want any hardship of any kind! When we do however yield to his will..it is amazing the work that gets done, not only in our life but others. Let me explain.
A word of testimony:
I for one would have cause to say WHY GOD?... WHY ME? I delivered 4 healthy children and in my 5th pregnancy took for granted.."hey, all my children have been born fine, I've got it made, no problems for me"...especially since I'm a Christian! Then upon delivery of twins in my 5th pregnancy (we'll NOTE number# 5 during this account in my life)...one of my sons was born with Down's Syndrome (my 5th born) and a heart defect (Aortic Stenosis). His oxygen level depleted by his heart defect caused blueness of his fingers and a general discolor. My son remained in hospital care for the duration of his nine month life. He came home for only two days at the age of six months. At the time of his birth I found a new journey in my life...one called TRUST. I also found the purpose GOD had set forth...how he would use this precious child in not only my life but many others!
WHY GOD? for a purpose.... WHY GOD? to get your (man's)attention....
WHY GOD? to show myself strong in your life/ my Grace IS sufficient for thee.....
WHY GOD? to show it is me and not man to put your confidence in...
WHY GOD? so that you would walk close beside me day by day...
WHY GOD? to manifest that sin is awful and it's toll on mankind
I will continue this with another post... "Peace and at such a time".... to continue my explanation of God's work and plan.
and thank you for reading this and allowing me to share a cup of HOPE ...
And yet people also make the frequent statement...OH GOD HELP ME!...or PLEASE GOD!
A lot of people making the statement WHY GOD? want to blame GOD for everything BAD that happens in life...as if the devil is non existant but God is and He is the one at fault. How can He be? If you believe in evolution? or in your daily life don't even acknowledge him, how could He be the fault. Now if HE is the creator and you know that, then you would also read his word and begin to understand the works of GOD in life... as I said in my other post, I have found the answers to life by reading God's Word. I asked my husband the question in my early years as a new Christian, "WHY DID GOD DO THIS TO HIM?" and my dear wise husband said.."to understand someone, you must get to know them"... how true? Do you understand all your friends actions, speech etc. or maybe just the ones you know so well?
So many people want to acknowledge HEAVEN's existance as well, but when you try to warn them about HELL.."oh no, we won't hear about that!" How can you acknowledge one without the other..GOD made both. Do you realize that Hell was prepared for the devil and his angels..(read Matthew chpt. 25 (verse 41)not for man whom God loved so much that he gave his only begotten son! (read St. John 3:16-17-21) How we underestimate the LOVE of God. He did promise us an alternative..Eternal LIFE.
Let me get back to my original subject here on WHY GOD? I've learned exactly WHY?... in his love and mercy..he has a plan...in that plan of giving us an expected end (Jeremiah chpt. 29 verses 11-13)...WE mess up the plan or purpose of each individual life. We choose most of the time what WE want not GOD. In our choices, we even affect the life of others and perhaps the plan for their life as well. A sobering thought for what we will answer for at the judgement. And, we certainly don't want any hardship of any kind! When we do however yield to his will..it is amazing the work that gets done, not only in our life but others. Let me explain.
A word of testimony:
I for one would have cause to say WHY GOD?... WHY ME? I delivered 4 healthy children and in my 5th pregnancy took for granted.."hey, all my children have been born fine, I've got it made, no problems for me"...especially since I'm a Christian! Then upon delivery of twins in my 5th pregnancy (we'll NOTE number# 5 during this account in my life)...one of my sons was born with Down's Syndrome (my 5th born) and a heart defect (Aortic Stenosis). His oxygen level depleted by his heart defect caused blueness of his fingers and a general discolor. My son remained in hospital care for the duration of his nine month life. He came home for only two days at the age of six months. At the time of his birth I found a new journey in my life...one called TRUST. I also found the purpose GOD had set forth...how he would use this precious child in not only my life but many others!
WHY GOD? for a purpose.... WHY GOD? to get your (man's)attention....
WHY GOD? to show myself strong in your life/ my Grace IS sufficient for thee.....
WHY GOD? to show it is me and not man to put your confidence in...
WHY GOD? so that you would walk close beside me day by day...
WHY GOD? to manifest that sin is awful and it's toll on mankind
I will continue this with another post... "Peace and at such a time".... to continue my explanation of God's work and plan.
and thank you for reading this and allowing me to share a cup of HOPE ...
Thursday, November 1, 2007
TRUST
Trust~ definition: firm belief in some quality of a person, thing; hope; confidence in, rely on, believe.
I put some testimony in the post on Encouragement, so that those reading this would understand a "truth" that they can trust. It always helps to know where a person is coming from in there dealings with you. A person's personal testimony is one that cannot be refuted as it is theirs/mine. One can choose to believe it or not..as is with anything of choice in life. However, when the life reflects the depth of truth...it is more tangible and as the definition of TRUST states..we have confidence in it and there is an eventual belief of that truth.
I remember reading a statement not long ago..actually in regards to the present youth "thought" on belief... that saddened me. It isn't necessarily in regards to GOD either.
it stated: It's true... because "I" believe it. NOT I believe it.. because "IT" is true.
There can be so much personal deception here...if "I" just want to believe something..maybe because it makes me feel good, happy, sounds good etc. there is great danger in it possibly NOT being true.
But when it is TRUTH ~ definition:( facts-conformity to fact, correct, honest)...then, I can put my complete confidence in the fact, that it is indeed true..I won't have to worry about it changing how I feel or my happiness etc. because it will remain a fact and true.
The Bible verses that brings great confidence to me in regards to Truth are found in the books of Hebrews chpt.13 verse 8.... Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day and for ever. And,
I Corinthians chpt. 14 verse 33... For God is not the author of confusion... and most of all...
St. John chpt. 1 verse 17..... but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ.
I am currently enrolled in a church history class...and it is notable that for the true facts about Jesus and others existance...it is the testimony of the enemy about them that makes it clear historical evidence of events etc. Some spoke of Christ and his crucifiction as an event that took place...others mention names ..such as James the brother of Jesus. Confirming..Jesus did live on this earth. We even ourselves take the "testimony" in a court of law as evidence..and weigh it with facts surrounding the word of the testimony to make a judgement.
So, with this...I pray that you as you read whatever I have written in this blog, as true personal testimony and take to heart the sincerity, the facts, and the evidence to encourage you in your life. And, that you will leave with a cup full of hope drawn from this well...of mine.
I put some testimony in the post on Encouragement, so that those reading this would understand a "truth" that they can trust. It always helps to know where a person is coming from in there dealings with you. A person's personal testimony is one that cannot be refuted as it is theirs/mine. One can choose to believe it or not..as is with anything of choice in life. However, when the life reflects the depth of truth...it is more tangible and as the definition of TRUST states..we have confidence in it and there is an eventual belief of that truth.
I remember reading a statement not long ago..actually in regards to the present youth "thought" on belief... that saddened me. It isn't necessarily in regards to GOD either.
it stated: It's true... because "I" believe it. NOT I believe it.. because "IT" is true.
There can be so much personal deception here...if "I" just want to believe something..maybe because it makes me feel good, happy, sounds good etc. there is great danger in it possibly NOT being true.
But when it is TRUTH ~ definition:( facts-conformity to fact, correct, honest)...then, I can put my complete confidence in the fact, that it is indeed true..I won't have to worry about it changing how I feel or my happiness etc. because it will remain a fact and true.
The Bible verses that brings great confidence to me in regards to Truth are found in the books of Hebrews chpt.13 verse 8.... Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day and for ever. And,
I Corinthians chpt. 14 verse 33... For God is not the author of confusion... and most of all...
St. John chpt. 1 verse 17..... but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ.
I am currently enrolled in a church history class...and it is notable that for the true facts about Jesus and others existance...it is the testimony of the enemy about them that makes it clear historical evidence of events etc. Some spoke of Christ and his crucifiction as an event that took place...others mention names ..such as James the brother of Jesus. Confirming..Jesus did live on this earth. We even ourselves take the "testimony" in a court of law as evidence..and weigh it with facts surrounding the word of the testimony to make a judgement.
So, with this...I pray that you as you read whatever I have written in this blog, as true personal testimony and take to heart the sincerity, the facts, and the evidence to encourage you in your life. And, that you will leave with a cup full of hope drawn from this well...of mine.
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