Our nations' lost love

"I am a wonder unto many; but thou art my strong refuge."

I heard a story about a newborn baby boy born and left in a hospital room without any form of nutrients--left there to die. Left to die alone, abandoned. Left without love. And then after the Dr. came back the next week he said, "I guess he won't die-we'll have to find a home for him." Dear God! What has this nation come to--when you can despise the created life--innocent and pure. Maybe looking at this baby brings a shame that this doctor and others cannot accept and repent of--Is this little tiny life--is it a reflection of what they have not become? (For if you do not come to God as a little child, you cannot enter into heaven.) Is it that you cannot help but see God's hand in His creation? Have we become a society where we have lost all natural love for the very child that depends upon us. I cry for them Lord. Please let my anger and tears not turn into hatred, but let me cry also for the souls of those that will face hell where the cries of children will haunt them throughout eternity. May they turn from their wicked ways. May they turn around and unmask their blinded hearts. Lord, do not forget to hear the cries of your children. When I look up at the stars I'm reminded of the Jewels that are in Heaven and my Samuel is one of them. They are safe from this cruel world-yet do not forget, and cause me not to hate, but to pray fervently for those that they will turn around so that they can see their child again in Heaven. Help me to forgive them Lord, and to love them because you love them. Help me to remember that we are all sinners and it is by your grace that I am saved. And that " whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." (romans 10:13). God I know that I am to love them, but sometimes it is so hard, so I ask that you let me see them as you see them. Oh Lord, bless those that have lost their babies or cannot have any. When they see the innocent blood-comfort them. Put your arms around them.

2 Chronicles 7:14
"If...(they) shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin..."

Abba Father May I learn to say "your will"

As Christ prayed in Gethsemane
Let this cup pass from me, yet not my
will but thy will be done.
God give me strength to say, "YOUR will".

Your will whether days are peaceful and sunny
Your will whether nights are stormy and dark
Your will whether new life is taken or given
Your will whether sunshine will forever depart

I prayed as I've never cried out before
Dear Father, Oh God, please take this away,
But--God give me strength and grace to accept
and to pray that I do whatever your will.

But God with "your will" you will not leave me stranded.
You did not leave me alone in the dark
You gave me the most wonderful comfort,
You gave me grace from your own torn heart

AMAZING GRACE HOW SWEET!

You are a father--You know how it feels
The heartache that you must have felt.
The love that you had for a sinner like I
Yet-you died-for this was "your will".

Jesus Christ died for us! Sometimes the emotions overflow within and pour out with joyful tears! Lord thank you. And Father-thank you. Your arms envelope around me like no one else can. Your Spirit holds me up because my strength alone cannot bear the weight of it.

Everytime I read John 3:16 now it goes down deeper than before because I never quite understood a father's love until now. And God I can't imagine sending my son to die for those that are not worthy. Lord-thank you. I now have a glimpse of how much it cost you--the father of Christ Jesus. To see Him die and how much love you have for us to be able to do that.

John 3:16
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Tears in a Bottle

"...put thou my tears into thy bottle..."

I sometimes wonder if God made tears for the times when we cannot speak. When I am incapable of pouring out to my God. Is it then Lord that my tears are brought before your thrown? During times of such heartache that my tears are somehow sweeter to you than any words that I could utter. And yet, I think that you understand those more so than anything. Sometimes it is tears that speak when you have nothing left to say or think.

I bring my tears before your thrown as a prayer. Accept them Lord when my heart aches. When I don't know even what I am asking of you. Sometimes they are tears of a broken heart. Sometimes tears of fear. Tears of shame. Tears of forgiveness. Tears of appreciation for the Grace, Love, and tender arms that hold me up. But they are also tears that I bring to you because you alone are the one that will "wipe all tears from my eyes."