Ruler -- Master
Adonai, Ruler of the universe, King of all kings, you rule & reign over all creation.
Lord of lords, your loving kindness is everlasting.
You decide what I must do & how to do it. You provide the tools I need. You, a good master, know my talents and give me work using my abilities. You take care of me, for I am yours. I have no life of my own, but only live to do your bidding. I belong to you; I give my heart to you because you bought me with your sacrifice.
I bow before you, Oh Lord. You are my master; I am your slave. In everything you ask of me, you provide all I need to complete the task. You enable me through your Spirit. Your yoke is easy and your burden is light.
You came as a servant to show me how to serve. You loved me first, so I would know how to love. The desire of my heart is to know you, to hear you, to worship your, to obey you, to serve you. I long to hear you welcome me to heaven saying, "Well done, my good and faithful servant."
You will come again, with a shout and the trumpet, to call us home to be with you. The whole earth will see you come and every knee will bow, every tongue will confess you are Lord -- Adonai. You, Oh Lord, triumph over evil and defeat wickedness. You will bind Satan, the evil one, and reign as King of Kings for a thousand years of peace on the earth. You will cast Satan into the bottomless pit and rule forever & ever in Heaven.
Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus, my Adoani.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Words of Life
- Rejoice in the Lord always!
- I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
- My God shall meet all your needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus.
- For He Himself is our peace.
- He is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine according to His power that is at work within us.
Wonderful promises of God found in His word. There for all to see if only we look (read & understand). Understanding comes from the Holy Spirit within us. He interprets and translates the words into our hearts and souls so we may see and understand. We may truly know God: mighty, powerful, righteous, holy, merciful and kind. Through Christ we begin to know the Father. We have access to Him He loves us as His children. Christ's blood given sacrificially for us gives us holiness, which is necessary to approach our Holy God. Our sins forgiven, He adopts us as His children. We become His family and dwell in His home in heaven.
Praise & Glory to God, Father, Son & Spirit. Holy, Just, Righteous, Loving, Forgiving, Cleansing. We welcome you into our hearts; You welcome us to heaven.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Near Noel, MO
I sit here, overlooking the Elk River, sipping tea and wondering what God has for me next.
The river looks cool and serene: inviting to all my senses. Shades of green in trees -- sycamore, oak, wild locust, walnut -- shrubs of all kinds, grape vines and ivy provide a palette of soothing variety. They blend together then a splash of yellow or red peeps through the green in a bold display.
Blue from the sky and white clouds interspersed with shades of green from the trees, reflect in the still, deep water.
My gaze travels up-stream. I see no sign of life, but I am deceived by the stillness. Fish hide in the shadows waiting for the unwary insect to glide by. Birds flit among the branches searching for tasty tidbits. Squirrels chatter and jump from branch to branch. When on the ground, they run a few steps then sit up to search for predators. Ears and tails twitch with nervous energy. They watch, ready to run at any motion.
God is here, too. His peace rests on this place. He made this scene for me, His child, to enjoy and be refreshed. The restoration of my soul draws me to Him. My heart lifts in praise, adoration and worship for the Creator.
The river looks cool and serene: inviting to all my senses. Shades of green in trees -- sycamore, oak, wild locust, walnut -- shrubs of all kinds, grape vines and ivy provide a palette of soothing variety. They blend together then a splash of yellow or red peeps through the green in a bold display.
Blue from the sky and white clouds interspersed with shades of green from the trees, reflect in the still, deep water.
My gaze travels up-stream. I see no sign of life, but I am deceived by the stillness. Fish hide in the shadows waiting for the unwary insect to glide by. Birds flit among the branches searching for tasty tidbits. Squirrels chatter and jump from branch to branch. When on the ground, they run a few steps then sit up to search for predators. Ears and tails twitch with nervous energy. They watch, ready to run at any motion.
God is here, too. His peace rests on this place. He made this scene for me, His child, to enjoy and be refreshed. The restoration of my soul draws me to Him. My heart lifts in praise, adoration and worship for the Creator.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
El Shaddai -- Almighty God
The All Sufficient One
Hallelujah! For our Lord God Almighty reigns -- Rev. 19:6
Your power comes not from violence, but from all bountifulness.
You pour yourself out for me; you pour out blessings on me.
You gave your son for me.
You give yourself, your very nature, to me.
You breathe life to me.
I abide (rest) in you and you abide (dwell) in me.
You mould me to your pleasure that I may be used to bless others.
I give up all of me that I may be full of you.
Your power is demonstrated in my weakness and
I say with Paul, "When I am weak, then am I strong".
You restore my soul.
You are my delight.
I stand in awe of you.
You are holy & righteous; your judgments are pure & just.
You do no wrong; there is no evil in you.
"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come!" -- Rev. 4:8
Before anything was, you are.
You hear me when I seek you.
You are my understanding.
You are my wisdom.
You answer my prayers according to the motives of my heart.
You discern & know my heart's cry.
You are the unconditional lover of my soul.
Your name is above every name.
You, El Shaddai, are all I need.
You, El Shaddai, are my All Sufficient One.
Hallelujah! For our Lord God Almighty reigns -- Rev. 19:6
Your power comes not from violence, but from all bountifulness.
You pour yourself out for me; you pour out blessings on me.
You gave your son for me.
You give yourself, your very nature, to me.
You breathe life to me.
I abide (rest) in you and you abide (dwell) in me.
You mould me to your pleasure that I may be used to bless others.
I give up all of me that I may be full of you.
Your power is demonstrated in my weakness and
I say with Paul, "When I am weak, then am I strong".
You restore my soul.
You are my delight.
I stand in awe of you.
You are holy & righteous; your judgments are pure & just.
You do no wrong; there is no evil in you.
"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come!" -- Rev. 4:8
Before anything was, you are.
You hear me when I seek you.
You are my understanding.
You are my wisdom.
You answer my prayers according to the motives of my heart.
You discern & know my heart's cry.
You are the unconditional lover of my soul.
Your name is above every name.
You, El Shaddai, are all I need.
You, El Shaddai, are my All Sufficient One.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Healing Touch
I lie curled in a fetal position in the dim light of the bedroom. My whole body aches; my head pounds. I try to rest.
Slowly, the door opens He step to my bedside and softly asks, "How are you doing?"
I mumble, "Not too well."
He touches my arm and helps me sit up. I rise to stand on legs I fear won't hold me. He pulls me toward him then wraps me in his arms. His hug is warm and comforting. I lean in to inhale the smell of them. There it is -- the familiar lingering smell of diesel, a hint of sweat and wintergreen. He just got home from a hard week on the road.
As we stand there, he begins to rub my back. I sigh and melt into him a little more. He runs scarred fingers through my hair. He places work calloused hands on my face. I look up at him and smile. He kisses my forehead, his lips brushing my skin soft as a feather. He steps back and I lie down again.
The pain is gone from my body. My head eased, I drift into sleep. When I wake, I go in search of him.
As I get ready for bed that night, I reflect on the day. I'm thankful for his healing touch and I am reminded of God.
I think of God searching me out when the wounds and cares of life send me whimpering. He lovingly holds me close until I no longer ache. He wraps caring arms around me, holds me gently and gives me rest. All He requires of me is to lean on Him and receive His healing touch.
Slowly, the door opens He step to my bedside and softly asks, "How are you doing?"
I mumble, "Not too well."
He touches my arm and helps me sit up. I rise to stand on legs I fear won't hold me. He pulls me toward him then wraps me in his arms. His hug is warm and comforting. I lean in to inhale the smell of them. There it is -- the familiar lingering smell of diesel, a hint of sweat and wintergreen. He just got home from a hard week on the road.
As we stand there, he begins to rub my back. I sigh and melt into him a little more. He runs scarred fingers through my hair. He places work calloused hands on my face. I look up at him and smile. He kisses my forehead, his lips brushing my skin soft as a feather. He steps back and I lie down again.
The pain is gone from my body. My head eased, I drift into sleep. When I wake, I go in search of him.
As I get ready for bed that night, I reflect on the day. I'm thankful for his healing touch and I am reminded of God.
I think of God searching me out when the wounds and cares of life send me whimpering. He lovingly holds me close until I no longer ache. He wraps caring arms around me, holds me gently and gives me rest. All He requires of me is to lean on Him and receive His healing touch.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Boots
I walk into the kitchen for my first cup of coffee. There, beside the door, sit my son's boots. I frown. "Why didn't he put these away?" I wonder for the 1,000th time.
I study them: lace up Justin cowboy boots. They define my son. Tall, up over the ankle for stability, laces adjust to thickness of socks or soreness of a turned ankle. These boots are scuffed from hours in the round pen with colts; worn smooth by days in the saddle. Traces of mud and horse manure mixed together cling to the soles. The odor of horses and the outdoors floats around them.
These boots are not just kicked off and scattered across the floor. They sit upright, side by side, and out of the way so no one will trip over them. They wait patiently for the next time he wants them, ready for another day in the sun.
My frown changes to a smile. I see the man he has become: a modern cowboy, thoughtful and kind, a purpose in all he does. The boots remind me of his growing up years, of his hopes and dreams of having a cattle and horse ranch. He's on his way now to achieving those dreams. Boots carried him from his childhood dreams to his adult reality.
I walk around the kitchen and start breakfast for the man who will soon fill these boots.
I study them: lace up Justin cowboy boots. They define my son. Tall, up over the ankle for stability, laces adjust to thickness of socks or soreness of a turned ankle. These boots are scuffed from hours in the round pen with colts; worn smooth by days in the saddle. Traces of mud and horse manure mixed together cling to the soles. The odor of horses and the outdoors floats around them.
These boots are not just kicked off and scattered across the floor. They sit upright, side by side, and out of the way so no one will trip over them. They wait patiently for the next time he wants them, ready for another day in the sun.
My frown changes to a smile. I see the man he has become: a modern cowboy, thoughtful and kind, a purpose in all he does. The boots remind me of his growing up years, of his hopes and dreams of having a cattle and horse ranch. He's on his way now to achieving those dreams. Boots carried him from his childhood dreams to his adult reality.
I walk around the kitchen and start breakfast for the man who will soon fill these boots.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
El Roi, The God Who Sees
El Roi watches over His word to see that it is fulfilled: His word that created the universe including mankind; including me.
El Roi saw me in my mother's womb. He saw me come to Jesus as a child. He saw me through the teenage years when I didn't follow Him. He watched me become a woman, a wife, a mother and a grandmother.
El Roi watched over me as we moved away from family & friends and began life in a new place.
El Roi sees my children and grandchildren. He watches over them, cares for them, and loves them as they grow. He knows their hearts.
El Roi is with my husband as he drives across the nation. He is aware of all the dangers and troubles he faces. He also sees my dear one as he learns, praises and worships in the solitude of his big truck.
El Roi watches me as I live my married life. He sees me as I come and go -- wherever I go. He sees the desires of my heart. He sees behind the masks I wear in public. He sees the hurts, the wants and the needs of me, His child. He sees the large things and the small things. He sees me as I am. He sees me as I hope to become. He sees me as He knows I am capable of becoming.
El Roi sees when I do wrong and when I do right. He sees me through the Blood of Jesus that covers me. He sees me when I please Him and when I fail Him. He sees how I show Him to others. He sees how I react to the ones around me.
El Roi -- the God who sees -- sees what I can't. He sees the hearts of others; their hurts, their needs, their motives.
As I come to know you, Father as El Roi, give me your eyes that I might see. Let me see what I am missing. Let me see me as You see me. Let me see others as you see them. Let me see You.
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