Thank You Dear Lord

THANK YOU

Below is a scripture that I was led to by the Spirit and I read it in the wee hours of Monday morning. This is exactly how I have been feeling lately.

Pss. 143:1-6 Hear my prayer, O LORD, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.
And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.

I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.

And my prayer:

Pss. 143:7-12  Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.
Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.

And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.

And my answer:

Pss. 144: 1-15 Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight: My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.

This was Monday morning’s meditation and Bible reading and if you read my poem on Sunday, you’ll see how similar they are. I wrote the poem on Saturday and Monday morning I was led to these readings. I am Spirit filled and Spirit led.

Just so you know, no matter how deep the pit, there is always the Light that will lead you to a comfort zone in your soul.

Praise be to God!

The Valley

Job 21: 33 The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him, and every man shall draw after him, as there are innumerable before him.

The Valley

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I’m living in a valley

an emptiness in my soul.

A wicked web of deceit

through trust that you stole.

Lies are the breadcrumbs

I’m expected to gobble down.

The valley has an echo;

the hills they wear a frown.

Deep in the valley

too few have come to see.

It’s where I walk hand-in-hand

with my Savior beside me.

Alone I walk the valley

I shall never fear

for it is God who whispers

right in my very ear.

I’m told of all the beauty

that will come to be.

Left behind is the valley

as Heaven welcomes me.

Isa. 7: 19 And they shall come, and shall rest all of them in the desolate valleys, and in the holes of the rocks, and upon all thorns, and upon all bushes.

Isa. 22: 5 For it is a day of trouble, and of treading down, and of perplexity by the Lord GOD of hosts in the valley of vision, breaking down the walls, and of crying to the mountains. [7] And it shall come to pass, that thy choicest valleys shall be full of chariots, and the horsemen shall set themselves in array at the gate.

I'm Tired...

"And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, 'This is the way, walk in it,' when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left." Isaiah 30:21

I’m tired…

Have you ever been so tired of life that you just want to climb in a shell, meditate (which to me is PRAYER) and leave all the clutter on the screen behind? Well I am!

Note: I’m tired of all the liking, all the twitting tweeters, all the clutter that fills a page.

Tired of being put down, led around like a puppy on a leash, being mislead, disrespected, unappreciated, the feeling of being unloved. I’m just tired of it all. (pity party about to ensue)

Every day I wake feeling good, glad to be alive, then it happens, I read the Yahoo news feed and the comments, and did you know that the mere mention of God draws so much hate and thumbs down? I think that is why Facebook doesn’t have a thumb down button because it would cause a virtual cyber riot!

I’m tired! I try to lead my life in a respectful manner, show others respect, share the word of God and am always most certainly persecuted or misunderstood. This is the life I chose and one where God has chosen to walk with me down this murky path, never to be left alone. Nothing in this physical world can fill me spiritually like the Fluent Waters of God.

Although the physical world and many of its people lets me down, the spiritual world NEVER lets me down and thus I need to hide for a spell to allow it all to make sense. To you, it might not make sense. To you, you’ll fan through a few words, roll your eyes and continue on thinking blah blah blah, there she goes again. Yes siree! There I go again!

And go I must. To the two or three who have been there for me and actually understood me and comforted me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You won’t be forgotten as I hope in some small measure, neither will I be forgotten. I’m grateful for the few He has placed in my life!

Pss. 23:

[1] The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
[2] He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
[3] He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
[4] Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
[5] Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
[6] Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.