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I am experiencing forgetfulness more and more. Have I told you all this already? I can't remember. I check my calander daily to make sure I don't forget to be where I'm suppose to be that day. I have sticky notes all over my desk. I forget names. And then the other day I really had what I called an Alzheimer's moment.  I came out of church last Sunday to head home. I arrived at my car and took my phone out to turn it back on.  I opened it up and stared at the buttons and could not for the life of me remember how to turn it on; something I do all the time and now I had no recollection. I started pushing buttons and nothing worked. I stared at it with a sick feeling in my stomach.  I should know how to do this, but I couldn't.  I threw the phone back in my purse and went home.  When I got there, I took the phone back out, opened it up and turned it on without any problems.  What happened in the church parking lot?  You got me!

I googled forgetfulness and read articles on this topic.  It said I was normal for a 50+ person.  Whew!  It said if I forget things like eating or taking a bath, then I would have something to worry about.  You'll be glad to know that I have had no problem remembering to eat or bathe.

See the string on the finger up above?  That means to remember something.  Right now at this stage of my life, I would not remember why I had the string on my finger, so I found a better way.  I haven't tried it yet, because whatever I have forgotten usually comes back to me soon.  But if it gets worse, I have this trick to fall back on. . .

 

I've walked into the kitchen to retrieve something and by the time I get there, I've forgotten what it was I was going to get.  I'll return to the bathroom to continue fixing my hair and by the time I pick up the brush I remember what I wanted in the kitchen.  I figure at least I'm getting exercise with all the walking back and forth in my house;)

 

PLEASE don't think I'm being funny with Alzheimers, I am not. My grandmother had it as well as my husbands grandmother and it was certainly not funny.  Watching them go downhill is why I worried about my forgetfulness. So far, google says I'm normal so I think the best thing to do is just be humorous about it.  Attitude can make or break a person.  When it comes my time to go down, I want to go down laughing.  I know when the time comes to go to my eternal home, I will rise to meet my Father with rejoicing.  And the wonderful thing about eternity. . .no strings on the finger, no sticky notes, no recorders.

 

I may lose my memory because of the mind aging but my Lord promises to remember no more deliberately for those who belong to Him.

 

Micah 7:19

He will again have compassion on us;

he will tread our iniquities underfoot. You will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea.

"I, even I, am the one who wipes out your transgressions for My own sake; and I will not remember your sins"

Isaiah 43:25

 

Thank you Father!

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The Trees and My Duds

 

 As I sat outside on my deck, I laid my head back and gazed upwards.  I took in all the bare branches of the many trees and I thought, “I am so ready for you trees to get dressed.”  I’m ready for them to don their new outfits of spring colored flowers followed by the finest of green leaves.  A few of my trees have the beginnings of buds, telling me they are getting ready for the runways of the land.

 

I dream of the trees getting dressed and I ponder. . .how did I dress myself this morning?  The proverbs 31 woman comes to mind as being clothed in strength and dignity.  I look down at myself this morning and think I do not look very dignified in my pajama bottoms and big baggy shirt;)

 

And then I think of that other suit mentioned in the Bible, the full armor of God.  Did I put on the belt of truth, the breast plate of righteousness, are my feet filled with readiness that comes from the gospel of peace?  Am I taking up the shield of faith and did I put on the helmet of salvation?  Am I holding the sword of the Spirit.  I look down at my Bible and think yes, I am holding it, in lap and heart.  After 38 years of being His Child, I can say, “Yes”, I am dressed properly.  There are times, when I need to take a look in the mirror and adjust some of my clothing, but because I am His completely, I am dressed properly.  Do I always look strong and dignified?  I don’t think so, and those are the times I need to adjust that shield on my breast, check my shoes, and make sure the belt is bucked properly. 

 

When I began making my trips to the pond, my suit had become loosened, baggy, and not in good shape.  I had become weak, with the breath knocked out of me because of choices and actions from some around me.  But the Lord met me each time, tightening up that belt, straightening the breast plate and getting my feet ready for a ministry I didn’t see coming.

 

My strength became stronger each day.  My strength comes from the Lord, I know this full well, so I never take His suit off.  I pray as each day passes, dignity will grow in me for I want His light to shine through me and only with His clothing line can I even begin to be robed in dignity.  This clothing is not just about wearing but applying.  I learn as I wear. 

 

Again, I look down at my baggy clothing donned only for my bed and deck and smile as to how I would look to you all right now.  But as the trees prepare for their new clothing, I prepare each day to come into His presence with my heart open and robed in love. I’m so thankful that my heart is more important to Him than my outer clothing.  Thank you my Lord! 

 

But when I come to town, I will put on some real clothes for you all. . .if you call blue jeans and a sweatshirt real clothing.

 

The suit of armor drawn by my son at age 15

 

 

 

Quilts of Love

my first pinwheel

 

I was taught by a friend years ago to quilt.  There's just nothing like a warm, hand-made quilt to lay on your bed or wrap up in while reading a book!

 

my first jean quilt with red backing

 

I pray quilting does not become a lost art.  Everything these days is so rush, rush, rush but quilting is anything but rushing.  Just the opposite. . .much patience is required and bandaids for those needle pricked fingers, but the end result is so worth it.

My mother sent me this story from the internet and I loved how it ended.  Thought I would share it with you along with some of the quilts I've made with love. . .

my very first one

 

 

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls.

 

Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.

 

But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was.  They were filled with giant holes.

 

Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in every day life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.

 

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares.  Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.

 

made from all my scrap material

 

 

My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.

 

ragged quilt

 

 

Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth.  The others rose; each in turn, holding up their tapestries.  So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.

 

3rd quilt

 

 

My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness, and wealth, and false accusations that took from me my world, as I knew it.  I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pic up and begin again.  I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Fatgher in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me.

 

And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what is was.

 

I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light.

 

An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with wide eyes.

 

Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said,"Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles.

 

Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you."

 

bible quilt

 

 

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through! 

 

 

I made this for my youngest son when he was 3, 16 years ago.  He still likes it on his bed. The materials were old when I made it.  It is now wearing away but it is still loved:)

 

And after 6 years, I know the prodigal still sleeps with the one made for him. A little bit of home wrapped in love.

The Truth About. . .

. . . being the mother of a prodigal. . .

You won't be able to sleep.

You will cry. . .a lot!

You may get sick.

You'll question yourself.

You may question God.

When people hear, you'll get looks you don't like.

There will be times you'll feel like you can't breathe.

You may hyperventilate.

You may throw up in a fire pit.

You may curl up in a fetal position on your sofa and retreat from the world.

You feel the dreams have died.

You may want people to stay away.

You may want people to listen.

BUT. . .

When you decide to give your child completely over to God and trust Him with the situation, I mean REALLY trust Him. . .

You begin to sleep again.

You stop crying.

You become well.

You realize they made a choice with their free will and you were/are a good parent.

You remember God's promises and you cling to those.

You don't care about the 'looks' anymore.

You begin to breathe again.

You enjoy your fire pit again.

You get off that couch and enter the world again.

God gives you new dreams.

You want to be around people again.

You begin to want to listen to others.

Does this mean there will not be bad days ever again?  No.  There will be days here and there where sadness creeps in and tears are right behind the eyelids and you feel the flutter in your breathing. . .and that is when you whisper in your soul. . .I need You Jesus. . .and the peace that passes all understanding starts to flow in and the miracle happens. . .You stand up once again, breathe in a regular pattern and feel the joy and hope once again.  You enter into His service and you continue to move forward and serve and love those He puts in your path.

You never forget, and yes, you wait in your heart, you wait on the Lord but you move. . . you continue to live.  You continue to bring Him glory and you leave the outcome up to Him.

While the robe, the sandles, the ring are always on standby. . .the light is always on. . .the arms are ready. . .

you kneel in prayer and then you stand and walk on. . .holding His Righteous Right Hand, you live your life for Him, Jesus, the Son of God. . .you continue to move forward, walking on with hope in your heart, knowing you're never alone.

Do you need to stand and walk forward? Grab His hand and go. . .you can do it. . .you are not alone.
And that's the truth!

 

 

Enjoy one of my favorite songs I've been playing on the piano since I was a little girl. . .may the words speak to your heart as they do mine.

http://youtu.be/8YbUyjt_MQQ
 

Waiting

 

 

 

What makes us wait?  For a mother to be, she has to wait 9 months for her precious babe to enter the world.  And then there is the labor.  For some of us, like me, I had to wait 19 hours before my precious first born came out to meet me.  My husband and I waited 18 years to see our precious one walk across the stage in cap, gown, and honors cord to receive his high school diploma.  Keith and I waited for 12 years to see if our prayers would be answered when finally the letter came stating our first born was awarded the 4 year scholarship to college.  At the end of the first semester, we received another letter stating our son had lost his scholarship because he had made poor choices in deciding after 7 weeks, and behind our backs, to not go to school anymore.  For the past 6 years, we have waited for our prodigal to return.  He came, he left, he came, he left.  He still has not returned all the way.  We still wait.

 

Abraham had to wait 25 years for the fulfillment of a promise.  After Noah was told to build the ark, he waited 120 years for the rain to come.  The Israelites waited 40 years before seeing the Promised Land.

 

Waiting happens for all kinds of reasons.  Some are physical, some wait because of disobedience, lessons needing to be learned, others need to make choices and sometimes because God’s timing is different from our own.

 

God promises to never leave us or forsake us.  I know this first hand.  In all my waitings, He has been right there. I wasn’t always patient in the beginning for waiting is not easy.  But in the waiting, God is teaching me more and more to trust Him completely. . .in everything. Learning that kind of trust builds those spiritual muscles that keep us from slipping down into a pit. Those muscles becoming stronger is what gets us out there with a smile on our face, feeling compassion for others, serving and focusing elsewhere while our heart is waiting in stillness.

 

Speaking of hearts, how patient Jesus must be to wait for all of us to come to Him, to open the door of our hearts and invite Him in.  “Behold, I stand at the door and knock…”.  He waited 12 years for me.  How long did He wait for you?  Is He still waiting?

 

I’m waiting with the light on at the door.  He’s waiting for you to open the door.  He’s holding out the greatest gift ever.  If you’ve excepted it, then you and I are waiting for something else ~ something glorious ~ ‘Come Lord Jesus”.

 

If you haven’t, open that door and accept. . . “Come Lord Jesus.”   I promise you will never regret it.

 

In the devotional, Streams in the Desert, it says this. . .

 

      Waiting with hope is very difficult, but true patience is expressed when we must even wait for hope.  When we see no hint of success yet refuse to despair, when we see nothing but the darkness of night through our window, yet keep the shutters open because stars may appear in the sky, and when we have an empty place in our heart yet will not allow it to be filled with anything less than God’s best ~ that is the greatest kind of patience in the universe.

     Dear Lord, You have made waiting beautiful and patience divine.  You have taught us that Your will should be accepted, simply because it is Your will.

 

Know that His eyes see further than ours.  That is how I can wait for precious one to return all the way.  I trust Him to do what He thinks best, I know He loves precious one more than I, I know He always has His eye on him. I pray for His will to be done, and I trust and I hope and I wait.

 

      “I will have reached the point of greatest strength once I have learned to wait for hope.”  George Matheson

 

God is behind my precious one.  I will continue to wait with joy because of the One who is always there and never leaves. 

 

Are you waiting for something or someone?  Are you waiting impatiently or with hope?  Let Him give you the strength.

 

By faith we eagerly await through the Spirit the righteousness for which we hope.

Galatians 5:5

 

"I wait for the Lord, my soul does wait, And in His word do I hope".

Psalms 130:5 

 

 

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Breathing In, Breathing Out

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I love being in church and hearing the sermons on Sunday mornings!  I usually take away a sentence from the pulpit that either makes me laugh or makes me ponder.  On one particular week, this was my sentence to stick in my head. . .

"Which is more important. . .to breathe in or to breathe out?" 

The message was about about serving and worshiping.  Which of those two are more important?  Some say worship first, so you can serve.  But isn't the serving also worshiping Him? 
 

My pondering brain kicks in here.

I think in order to serve others, there has to be a love there somewhere or we would not do it.

Maybe we do it because it makes us feel good.  Why does it make us feel good?  Because it always takes the focus off of ourselves and onto others?  But serving doesn't always feel good. So why keep doing it? It comes back to loving the Lord, so we serve whether if feels good or not because of love. So is this serving. . .worshipping? Everything good comes from God.  And helping others is good. . . breathing in. . . breathing out.  It's hard to imagine one without the other, the breathing and the serving/worshiping.

In fact, you cannot just breathe in and not out.  You cannot just breathe out and not in.

So, can you serve without worshiping?  Can you worship without serving?

My pondering brain just cannot ponder anymore!
Am I just rambling?
Does this make any sense?

Please tell me what you think?



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What Love Looks Like in My House

Love will work for hours on the car to save our bank account.

Love will bring home dinner when the other half is hurting with headache.

Love will go into the unknown because the other half has a calling.

Love will sit in an emergency waiting room for three hours straight from work so other half can sit with former homeless, male friend in the patient room.

Love never whines or complains or frets or argues.

Love is very patient.

Love is kind and caring.

Love is very knowledgeable.

Love can see what others don’t through the lens.

Love will clean the carpets.

Love will come home from work on lunch hour when other half cannot get the lawnmower started.

Love will fix the broken blinds.

Love will comfort the other half when her heart is broken.

Love will get on knees with other half to bow the head and pray.

Love will make tough decisions when needed.

Love is a hard, faithful worker.

Love has worn the gold band on his ring finger for the past 40 years.

Love will love unconditionally.

Love is full of grace.

Love is very forgiving.

Love gives and gives and gives.

Love is strong.

Love is gentle.

Love is a blessing.

I'm not sure and yet feel quite certain the following might just have been written about the Love in my house:

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts,always hopes, always perseveres.

First Corinthians 13:4-7

Oh yes! This is the love in my house. How did the other half become so blessed? I don't know. I just know her other love looked down on her and on him and said "These two shall be one."

All I can do is be grateful, thankful, and love back.

What does love look like at my house?

Song of Songs 8:6-7
Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy unyielding as the grave,
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame.
Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot wash it away...
Song of Songs 2:16
My lover is mine and I am his...


~Happy Valentines Day to the love of my life,
my sweet husband~

and to all of you out there. . .

 

For you believers who think you don't have a Valentine, think again. . .this ones for you. . .

 

 

And for the ones who have not believed on Jesus' name, this one's for you. . .

 

John 3:16

 

The most beautiful and powerful and life changing words right there!

Yep! God loves you that much.

 

~May all your hearts be filled with HIM and with eternal love~

 



 

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Go Into All The World. . .

And he said to them, “Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation.
Mark: 16:15

There once was a little four year old boy who heard his daddy talking to big brother about taking a camping, fishing trip for the weekend.  His daddy did not think his very young son was quite old enough and ready for such a big trip. But the young son assumed he would be going too.

On the morning of the big trip, Dad and older brother arose early and left. Hours later when little brother woke up and went looking for daddy and brother and realized they had left, his eyes grew big and cried out, 'They went without me, they left me!'

He cried hard for what seemed like an eternity.  Momma felt so bad for him. She wanted to cry too. She tried to explain to him that he was told he couldn't go on this trip because he wasn't big enough but that he would go with them somewhere later. She told him he and she could do something fun.  That did not help. Momma shed tears with him and told him she was sorry and just consoled him until he felt better.

When daddy was told about this later, he felt awful!  So he planned another camping trip, this time just an overnight one and the three of them left for their adventure together. Young son was SO happy.

Forward ahead to twelve years later, this boy left the country on a mission trip to Costa Rica.  Momma was so happy for him, she cried.

Forward ahead two more years, and same boy traveled further on a mission trip to Scotland and Momma was so happy she cried.

Forward two more years and same son is now preparing to go on another mission trip in the summer to Niger, Africa, the furthest away yet. And the papers say he will be doing remote camping!

That little boy who didn't get to go on the big camping trip with Daddy and big brother is now called to travel the world for Jesus. He doesn't cry anymore.
His momma now sits around and cries but only because she is so happy for him and so proud!

Jesus has taken my son from camping at the lake down the road from our home, to clear across the country to camp in Niger, Africa and share His Word.

An African proverb says this:
If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.

My son has learned to stand for what he believes in and that is Jesus Christ and God's Word.
He fought through a depression 5 years ago by standing on the Word.  He was willing to fail a college Hinduism class because he stood up for the Word.
He can travel to far away places because He believes what and WHO he stands for.

Go into all the world my son. . .You have our blessing, you have our love, and God has you.

The little boy has grown up and will be walking the Karma Road in August.
Will you join me in prayer for Christopher, for provisions, for good health, for all details to go smoothly and for safety?

Thank you!
(Now I have to go put tissues on the list.)

 

Whipping Cream on the Narrow Path

MONTHS ago, my pastor preached a message titled,

When We Know Where We're Going, Our Steps Are Sure

 

I still had my notes from this sermon, so I'll share them with you. . .

 

The narrow path is not made for our comfort,

the narrow path is made for His glory.

 

The Narrow Path will take us places where we seem out of place.

 

Will lead us to love people who reject us.

 

Will require us to humble ourselves and respond with kindness and compassion.

 

Will demand flexibility and faith on our part.

 

God will give us strength to go where He asks us.

 

The goal of the Narrow Path is living out the pure heart given in the Gospel as much as it is in getting to the destination.

 

Call me crazy, but I feel I saw this sermon played out tonight at the bridge with whipped cream and one of the volunteers.

 

 

Linda is a good friend of mine and a volunteer with the Bridge Ministry for the Homeless.

Louie is one of our bridge guests, a great Italian guy who rides his bike down to see us every week and enjoys his hot chocolate with a meal.  Louie smiles and is good natured and asked one time, "Where's the whipping cream'?  Linda told him if it was cold enough the next week, she would bring it.  Well, wouldn't you know, after weeks of wearing 5 layers of clothing, this week warmed up to just a one layer.

 

But Linda's pure and good natured heart thought of Louie and went out to the store to buy whipping cream just for him.

 

I went back to the notes up above. . .

 

Some people might feel out of place at the bridge. . .

but Linda does not. . .because she has a huge servant's heart! 

 

The bridge is not always a comfortable place to be, especially in the winter, but she is always there sporting one of her favorite team colors in her coat and headband.

 

She is flexible and has faith and God gives her the strength to go where He has led.

She has bad back pain, but still shows up every week and stands for a couple of hours on concrete ground. . .and never complains.

 

When the whipping cream came out and into Louis's hot chocolate, I smiled and thought to myself. . .

this is the Gospel being lived out with a pure heart.

This is living on the Narrow Path.
And God gets the glory for this simple and yet profound act

And who knows?
 

That whipping cream might just be a key into Louie reaching the great, Heavenly Destination someday.

 

Charles Stanley says this. . .
  There are only two options in life. We can either live for ourselves and produce “chaff which the wind drives away” (Ps. 1:4) or bear lasting fruit that glorifies God and benefits others.

I believe my friend bears lasting fruit and it's just been sweetened with whipped cream!

Linda and Louie

 

Are you ready to serve and love with the love of Christ with whatever the Lord gives you? 

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The Prince and Snow White?

My mind tends to wander sometimes and it and it can be found out back at the pond. . .funny what God will bring to that wondering mind of mine. . .

 

 

 

 We had a snow fall this morning and it was so beautiful. I’m not a cold weather lover but I do admire the beauty of the snow.  I’ve heard every snow flake has its own pattern…just like people.  That’s just like God to be so creative. Only one verse came to my mind about snow, which you will read at the end of this, but I did think of the white horses at the end of the bible

In Revelation 6:2, John writes,

            “I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, ‘Come!’ I looked, and there before me was a white horse.  Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.

            In Revelation 19:11 John describes this,

            “I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True…then down to verse 14,

            “The armies of heaven were following Him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean.

            It sounds like a prince charging in on his white horse to save the damsel.  Actually, the rider called Faithful and True had written on his robe and on his thigh the name King of Kings and Lord of Lords.  Even better!

            His entrance here signals the end of the false powers.  A great battle will ensue and we know the ending.  He will conquer, will take his bride and ascend to the New Earth.

            Revelations describes a perfect city with no evil.  Paradise is re-created in the New Jerusalem.  I bet there will be ponds there, but I’m not sure about the snow.

            Snow White had her prince.  But again, that was just a fairy tale.  She was not a real woman, but if she was, I think she would be in Heaven.  Any woman who could live with, work with, and clean up after seven men, and with names like Grumpy, and Dopey, and still whistle, has to be an angel. OK, all kidding aside, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords charging in on his white horse and taking his bride, the church, to a paradise like place is no fairy tale.  It’s the real deal, a true story, THE STORY. 

            The bible says our sins are as scarlet but Jesus makes them white as snow.  I smile as I look out at the clean, pure flakes draping the ground, thankful that I took that step of faith and knowing how He sees me, white as the pure driven snow. I don't have to be Snow White or any other princess, I'm a daughter of the King! Because of this I will be in paradise with Him someday.  And I do believe, when there, I will never be cold again, WOO-HOO!

            For us believers, I guess you could say,

            “And they lived happily ever after.

 

 

Love Letter to the Homeless

Dear One,

As you sit under that bridge, warming up by the fire you built,

Do you know that He loves you?

 

As you sleep under the stars,

Do you know that He loves you?

 

As you walk the streets, looking for cans and change,

Do you know that He loves you?

 

You may not feel loved, but you are.

He sees your every move

He knows your every thought,

Do you know Him?

 

He has been with you from the moment you were conceived.

He has always been with you, heard every word from you,

He has known your every thought. . .while waiting.

 

His Beloved Son paid the penalty for your sins because of Their great love for you.

Do you know this?

 

You say, “I’m bad, I’m filthy, I’ve done wrong things, I’ve made wrong choices.”

He knows dear one,

His love covers over a multitude of sins.

 

Sins as filthy as rags can be made white as snow.

Do you know this kind of love?

 

People have hurt you?

He can heal you.

 

Wherever you are, there He is also. . .

Waiting, because He loves you so.

 

You say, “I’ve never seen Him.”

When that man bought you lunch, He was there.

When the blanket lady handed you blankets and gave you a hug, He was there,

When that man led you to help, He was there,

When Salvation Army fed you, He was there,

When Red Cross gave you a cup of hot coffee, He was there,

When Hotel, Inc. gave you information you needed, He was there,

When you were given a good diagnosis, He was there.

When Hope House gave you a new pair of shoes, He was there.

When that young man witnessed to you, He was there.

When the nurse took your blood pressure, He was there.

 

When that lady handed you a Bible, He was there.

 

When that man handed you a coat and patted you on the back, He was there.

 

When you think you are alone, you are not, He is there.

 

Dear one,

The streets can be hard

They can make one weary.

Come to Him and He will give you rest.

 

When you open the door of your heart to Him

He will welcome you home.

 

Oh Dear One,

Do you hear the message?

Your Heavenly Father loves you!

Jesus Christ is waiting with His loving arms open to you.

Do you hear Him?  He is saying “Come.”

 

How do I know this? 

I went to him with my filthy rags and opened the door of my heart.

He came and cleansed me white as snow.

He sent me to you.

He says to us, “I have loved you with an everlasting love.”

 

Dear One,

There is no greater love than this,

That He layed down His life to save another. . .

You and me.

 

But death could not hold its sting

He was raised to win the victory.

 

Oh Dear One,

Do you hear Him?

 

“You are loved!”

“You are loved!”