…with all your heart and all your soul
…with all your heart and all your soul
This past week in church, our pastor reminded us to pray. Not just a quickie kind of thing, a real, honest-to-goodness type prayer.
With busy lives, it is so easy to pass on the prayer and gloss over the importance of a chat with God. I’m not going to do that. I’m going to work on talking one-on-one a little more often.
It’s good for the soul.
Lord, save us! Lord, grant us success!
Lent is a traditional time of self reflection and soul-searching.
In reality… I should do this daily. My soul needs to be renewed, refreshed, searched, and recharged. My soul gets weary.
I cry out to God… Lord, save us! Save this land, save my loved ones, and save us from a bountiful harvest of sins.
I know He hears us. I know He hears me. I pray He grants success to all who call upon His name.
Amen and amen.
With age come certain realities that affect how one should view life.
Whatever you might be worrying about today, won’t be remembered tomorrow. Work hard at worrying less and realize that God provides. Walking through the trials of life with confidence is part of the plan. Sadness is inevitable but succumbing to fear, anger, hatred and despair are not.
We are all heading “home” and it is unavoidable. This isn’t maudlin when there is no fear of the future. As believers, our future is certain and reflected in a wonderful old hymn:
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
Don’t put value in things, put your heart and soul into people. It pays off. Family and friends are irreplaceable and add a depth of joy that is indescribably wonderful.
Worship is not about the church. Anyone who depends on a pastor, teacher or religious institution will surely be disappointed. A personal relationship with God is meaningful, rewarding and fulfilling. Open your Bible, talk to God, worship with friends…but worship God. There is a difference.
God provides daily blessings – don’t be too busy and miss them.
I promise this to be true.
The quality of writing on the blogosphere is amazing and exciting. There are many talented people with a voice and an ability to speak through words.
Not all of us can be Tolstoy or Fitzgerald, but it does not matter.
What matters is a willingness to be creative and take a risk. To be amenable to criticism and scrutiny reflects a person of character and daring.
A famous author once told me that it doesn’t matter how well you write. It just matters that you write. Not everyone is going to be published and not everyone will become famous. Seeking fame is not a good reason to write. She added, “Write for yourself, your family and your legacy.” Her thoughts on writing permeate my soul. I believe her admonition to be true.
So, I write for those I love. I write for future generations so they will know that hopes and dreams can be written down and shared. And at the most basic level, I just want to write.
Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14 (KJV)
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33
Oh sweet peace…such an illusive thing in this world.
When Jesus speaks to His disciples, He knows the future and He knows that true peace will not be something found in this world but only through Him. Jesus is the One who sacrificed His life for us ensuring an eternity covered under grace and love. A glory-filled and peaceful future. This verse still speaks to us today. It rings true and is comforting.
Struggle is an integral part of life. Succumbing to despair over struggle is a choice. I don’t know if all encompassing peace will ever be attained in this lifetime; but, I rest my heart, my soul, and my hope on Jesus and I know that peace will come.
It will come…someday.
Years ago when I was expecting my first child, the lamaze instructor was adamant that I find a place in my memory that was peaceful. It was to be somewhere that my mind could wander and calm my soul. It took me about a minute to pinpoint my sweet spot of undiluted happiness.
I was lucky enough to grow up with amazing parents. Not perfect, but wonderfully made and so loving to me.
Our Miami home was located on a beautiful spring-fed lake with gentle winds that cooled our home. The back yard was impressive with a seawall overlooking the lake and shaded by a huge oak tree which served as the host for a large wooden swing.
This swing was my place of peace. Hours and hours spent with my Dad talking about everything and nothing. Quiet and solitude. His dreams for my future and my Dad’s memories of his past. It was absolutely heavenly.
While in a long labor, I kept my mind mentally on that swing. I was in a labor and delivery room but I could hear a soothing voice and a soft breeze. It made a difficult time more bearable.
To this day, I go there. I go back to my swing and I talk to my Dad. He’s not with me anymore but I know he waits and I am comforted.
I know he waits for me with Jesus.
Peace fills my heart and I am calm.
To be worthy of God is a goal we strive to reach…but it not attainable by good works. So why try? Because we are called to do so.
We had a Dodge Durango for many years which was a great car for an expanding family. After 100,000 miles though, the car began to show signs of wear and tear. The front seat would rock back and forth and would not lock in place. It was the ultimate joy ride if you travelled any distance. Suffice it to say, no one wanted to ride “shotgun” in this car. The back seats reflected years of juice, urp, goldfish and unknown residue.
But if you looked under the hood, you saw a finely tuned machine. My husband worked hard to keep it running through constant maintenance and TLC. Looking under the hood you would know that this car had another 100,000 miles of driving without any trouble. It was primed for action.
I challenge you to look under the hood of your soul. We are beat, worn and weary on the outside but under the hood should be a love for God that makes us close to perfection. Under the hood you should see a finely tuned machine that has been nurtured through prayer, worship and service.
Gentlemen and Ladies…”Start your engines”.
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