JUST ME

HERE I STAND BEFORE YOU LORD,

JUST ME.

NOTHING FANCY OR SPECIAL,

IT'S JUST ME.

I'VE BEEN CALLED MANY UNKIND NAMES,

LIKE STUPID AND UGLY.

BUT I KNOW IN YOUR EYES

I'M NOT THE SAME.

YOU CALL ME BEAUTIFUL,

THE APPLE OF YOUR EYE,

SPECIAL,

NOT ONE TO DESPISE.

YOU ARE MY FATHER,

AND I SHALL BE YOUR DAUGHTER.

IT'S JUST ME,

STANDING BEFORE YOU,

HUMBLY.

IN YOUR EYES

I AM HAPPY

TO BE

JUST ME.

DO YOU BELIEVE? (RVD)

THERE ARE PEOPLE THAT BELIEVE IN HEAVEN,

AND PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE IN HELL.

SOME OF THESE

DON'T EVEN BELIEVE

IN OUR CREATOR,

JEHOVAH JIREH,
OUR PROVIDER.

HOW CAN YOU

BELIEVE A PLACE EXISTS

IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN THE MAKER?

I DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS.

YES, THERE IS A HELL.
BUT GOD DIDN'T MAKE IT FOR US,
HE MADE FOR THE FALLEN ANGELS.
DID THAT CLEAR THAT UP?

SIMPLY PUT IT'S A TOTAL COMPLETE

UNSTOPPABLE SEPARATION FROM GOD.

HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE?

I DON'T KNOW.

WHO DOES FOR SURE,

UNLESS YOU'VE BEEN THERE.

BUT GOD, BEING SUCH A LOVING GOD,

DOES NOT WISH TO SEND ANYONE THERE.

HE GIVES US SO MANY CHANCES,

BUT IF YOU RESIST CONSISTENTLY,

THEN WHAT IS HE TO DO?

I THANK HIM

FOR NOT GIVING UP ON ME,

FOR THERE WERE SO MANY TIMES

THAT I WALKED AWAY FROM HIM.

BUT I CAME BACK

BECAUSE I KNEW

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE

GOD

WHO IS

LIVING,

ALIVE,

AND TRUE.

Other Gods

Have I been making a mistake

by focusing so much on my daughter?

Has our lack of relationship

come between me and my Father?

Yes, I want her back in my life

more than ever.

I cry myself to sleep every night

just wishing for any sign from my baby

I need some relief.

But has my prayer life suffered?

Have I left God's side?

Do I need to be forgiven

for forsaking my relationship with my

Maker?

Have I made a God out of my daughter?

Am I the one to blame?

Am I a bad mother?

After all, she's not really mine.

She's only a gift, to be treasured for a 

time.

And is that time over?

Twenty years I had with her, closer than 

sisters

We did everything together, forged

together like twins.

Maybe I did too much, maybe I did too

little.

But in my mind I was trying to make up

for the all the many ways I was abused 

and neglected.

Maybe I went too far the other way.

But last night I had a revelation.

She's never once visited me in the 

hospital

when I was so sick and I didn't think I'd

pull through.

I was there for nearly half the year.

And now with this new ordeal, maybe 

I'm just laying too much on her little

shoulders when I should be laying 

everything on God's wide 

shoulders because His compassion, 

understanding and ability to handle is 

like no other.

I promise myself today, although I don't 

know how long it will last

that the first one I will go to with my

problems will be my Heavenly Father

rather than my daughter

He cares more, there is no doubt, only 

because He has the ability to carry the 

world on His shoulders.

2 Kings 17:35

When the Lord made a covenant with the Israelites, he commanded them: “Do not worship any other gods or bow down to them, serve them, or sacrifice to them.

Angels are real

Angels are everywhere.
Good and bad,
black, white,
dark, light.
Don't let the dark ones in.
They work for he-who-must-not-be-let-in.
Don't try to talk to those who've passed on
because even the unnamed one
knows the past
and wants to fool us
so he can gain our trust and soul.
I used to use my prophetic gifts
for the bad.
But that just made it bad for me,
opening a portal that should never be.
Tarot cards are a myth,
the black hole is an abyss.
If you want to know something
all you have to do
is ask the one who is in control.
God knows and He cares,
but some times the answer to our prayers
just may be a simple no
because God doesn't want to upset us
and knowing the future may very well do this.
Especially if you aren't prepared.
Yes, I get prophetic dreams,
but don't wish you could get these
because, trust me in this,
they are not a fun thing.
They are scary and dark,
fearful and stark,
hard to interpret,
impossible most times to understand.
Just be grateful
that you have a God who loves you
and has your best interests at heart.
I've seen angels,
both dark and light,
and because I've asked for the blood of Jesus
to be spread around our home,
the dark angels and there boss 
have no choice in going
back where they belong.
(A very bad place.)
Sing a praise song,
and the dark angels will run along
because they are, simply put,
cowards one and all.

The answer is a simple one (RVD)

Maybe I'm just a simple person,
raised in a simple world,
bruised and battered,
but some day soon that will no longer matter,
except for those who have to answer.
But this one thing I know,
even though I'm unable to show and can only say
that Jesus is the only way.
He is God's son,
the only one,
the bridge,
our advocate.
He sits at God's right side
and pleads our case day and night.
We can be the best person in the world,
but that won't ever be enough.
We must without hesitation
open our hearts and invite Jesus in.
He won't come if we don't want him to.
He won't force his way in.
If we don't want him here and now
on this side,
why would He invite us
to spend an eternity by HIS side?
I know the pc thing today
is to say 
that there are other ways.
But there aren't.
And I'm not sorry to say
that there never will be.
Works won't do it,
only faith that the living God
sent His son
so we could be forgiven.
"Forgiven for what?" you may ask.
You may think you've done nothing wrong.
But the Word of God is very clear in this;
that we are all born into sin.
I've been told before
that I only see in black and white,
and I guess that's a good thing
when heaven is in sight.
There is no gray area where eternity is concerned.
Jesus died, then He rose and went down to get the keys
so that you and me
could live for eternity.
Forever and ever lying in the light
created by His brightness.
What other way
would you want to spend
in a Garden where there is no end,
with love to spare,
no cares,
no pain,
no more tears to collect,
no fears.
That's a rhetorical question.
And here's something you don't know -
Even to this day,
I'm scared of the dark
because I know
what lurks in the corner shadows.
But Jesus' light
will shine so brightly
that absolutely nothing will be able to hide.
They will be too scared,
and they won't be allowed.
And that alone
brings me peace
down into my little girl soul.
I just want to go home.
Pretty please.

I'm a jerk

When exactly did Christians 
become ashamed to say
that Jesus is the only way?
He is the bridge.
He spread his arms wide,
and then he bled,
sacrificed and died.
But he rose again
so we could live eternally with Him.
If this makes me a jerk,
then I'll gladly admit
that I believe God sent His son
and that's the way it is.
I'm not afraid,
I'm not ashamed.
Jesus is the one and only bridge,
and that's the way it will always stay.

The little church mouse

Crooked smile,

Freckled face,

Sparkling green eyes,

Dimpled cheeks.

Just a sweet little girl

trying hard to hide the tears.

Hoping against hope that someone would find out

and do something about the fears.

She tried to hold it together

by her sunshiny disposition.

But all that really did

was put her in a precarious position.

They would take her to church and Sunday School

and teach her about Jesus and all of His rules.

But the rest of the week she'd have to put up with all of the screaming about absolutely nothing.

Everyone knew.  How could they not with all of the yelling and fuss?

But her sister was sick, so that was there excuse

for all of the what is now called abuse.

But back then they just did what they believed the Bible said.

And now I'm afraid of the slightest noise, any yelling, and let's not even mention confrontation.

I do have an opinion, and that's why I write, because to speak out of turn would give me quite a fright.

Just call me the little church mouse who lives in her quiet little house. 

Shhh.  No shouting allowed.