She wrestles with fear and wins with a hymn

“Tune up my heart strings, Lord.” She prays, as her heart beats in a flat, minor chord.

“All things are possible with You. I do believe. Help my unbelief, which  proves to try to strangle me.

Change me. C-H-A-N-G-E me!” she desperately wrestles Doubt and Fear with God’s Word.

Her soul hears the Holy Spirit breathe silent reminders to her,

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord you God will be with you wherever you go.

Joshua 1:9 speaks through her doubt, though memorized so long ago.

The battle rages, and faith speaks: “Sing a new song. Sing. Praise goes before battle. Praise God as the victory is won. Sing praise!”

A hymn comes to mind,

the hymn about heart strings needing to be tuned. The hymn about remembering the good that God has done. The hymn that prays mercy and power of God,—”Come Thou Fount, she speaks aloud, save me from these doubt-filled days:

Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
I’ll praise the mount I’m fixed upon it
Mount of thy redeeming love”

The Word of God then floods to rescue as well,

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.

 He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber;”

Psalm 121 rises in her mind like a morning sun. She frantically turns the pages to read what comes next, and she reads aloud as her heart is no longer vexed:

 The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
 the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.

 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
    he will watch over your life;
 the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.

The song returns to tune the heart’s strings that they brightly ring:

Here I raise my Ebenezer
Hither by thy help I come
And I hope by thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home

Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wondering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood

She receives the Spirit of hope as the song speaks truth. She is changed in an instant as faith rises to defeat fear:

O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee
Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.

Victory is won in her heart this moment. “Sing a new song,” the Holy Spirit whispers, the heart will keep a sweet, hope-filled  sound and scent.

Come Thou Fount, hymn by Robert Robinson

 

 

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“Trust Me Now,” A still small voice speaks. Together His voice, let’s heed

“Trust Me now.” I hear a still small voice speak. “Trust.” When the waves are big, when your eyes can’t see.

“Trust Me. Put on faith’s glasses, take off the  fear’s goggles, and . . .

B-R-E-A-T-H.

Don’t panic. Remember, I walk on the turbulent seas.”

Don’t caress thoughts that are sharp and dark. Don’t linger at pit stops of past regrets—STOP.

Speak now, Faith thoughts. Speak the hymns, Let the Holy Spirit sing in your heart.”

So I open the Hymn book at the Holy Spirit’s exhortation.  It opens, Doxology, page 1: Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

And I think right away, “Oh God, how can You patiently watch my faith so quickly, fly out the window? With an envelope from the mail. With a headache in the morning. Each and everyday, dear Lord, You watch my faith take flight. As if it’s always night, and never day.

Oh God, lead me to P-R-A-I-S-E!”

So, I turn to page number 2. If only I could remember that this hymn, proves time and time again to me, to be a faint heart’s rescue.

Fanny Crosby, though blind physically, spiritually, this woman could see. Let’s be renewed. Let our weary hearts sing:

All the way my Sav-ior leads me; What have I to ask be-side? Can I doubt His ten-der mer-cy. Who thro’ life has been my guide?

Heav’n-ly peace, di-vin-est com-fort, Here by faith in Him to dwell For I know what-e’er be-fall me, Je-sus do-eth all things well;

All the way my Savior leads me; Cheers each winding path I tread. Gives me grace for every trial, Feeds me with the living bread: Tho’ my weary steps may falter, And my soul a thirst may be, Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo! a spring of joy I see;

Fanny Crosby, thank you for your pen and song, All the Way my Savior Leads Me. So many years later, I am revived. My sight is back on the Son.

All the way my Savior leads me; Oh, the fullness of His love! Perfect rest to me is promised In my Father’s house above . . .

Today, this moment, let me take hold of that rest. Will you join me too? Let us rise above the earthly trials, and dwell in our Father’s house with a song that’s old-ly new!

All the way my Savior leads me. This is what we must remember and believe, that our hearts and minds might find rest, . . . and peace.

 

He Still Changes Water to Wine

“Read the Bible.” We hear people say.

But even when opened, do the words feel dry on the page? It’s OK. God must know, because the only thing He gets at times from me at best, is a moan.

But, in the end, I can still say,”Thank You Lord. Thank You Lord, for putting up with me. Oh God, I’m confused and feel alone. Will You help me?”

So, the Word seemed dry, not moving me at all, but my eye caught focus at the bottom of the page of a short Spurgeon poem:

“Lo, Moses scatters plagues of wrath, A ministry of fire and death, But our Immanuel cometh forth, with life and love in every breath.

He turned their water into blood, for vengeance was his dread design: But, thanks to our incarnate God, He turned our water into wine.” (1)

For the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ. John 1:17.

Jesus is unlike all the rest.

Five minutes in devotion to God, with an opening of His word with a few Spurgeon thoughts, I am changed from a whine to hope.

Jesus still changes water to wine.

Water is necessary. Like food and roof over our heads. We have school, or work. We all are under some authority. We move quickly, we plan out our day, and we grab a water bottle as we go our way.

Water sustains. The Holy Spirit is likened as water in the Word.  It’s God’s Word that refreshes, the Holy Spirit directs us to be touched by Jesus. He changes us and gives us a song:

And when I think, that God His Son not sparing, sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in. That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,

He bled and died, to take away my sin. 

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee. How great Thou art. How great Thou art. Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee, How great Thou art,

How great Thou art.

Jesus still changes water into wine. For me, my whine to a song, that I might rejoice and experience His fullness of grace and truth, this day.

Let us celebrate today. We’re simply passing through. Let’s let others know about our eternal home:

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation, and take me home, what joy shall fill my heart. Then I shall bow, in humble adoration, and then proclaim, 

“My God how great Thou art!” 

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee. How great Thou art. How great Thou art.

God is love. “Dear Lord give me understanding to know Your Name. Faithful and True, Merciful, Gracious, and Above all names:

“Lo, Moses scatters plagues of wrath, A ministry of fire and death, But our Immanuel cometh forth, with life and love in every breath.

He turned their water into blood, for vengeance was his dread design: But, thanks to our incarnate God, He turned our water into wine.”

Keep me singing dear Jesus, and drawing close to You that You might heal me and help me the entire day through:

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee. How great Thou art! How great Thou art. 

Poem taken from C.H. Spurgeon’s Devotional Bible. Hymn: How Great Thou Art.

Evidence of a Spirit-filled life? Singing? God, that I might sing . . .

Evidence of a Spirit-filled life? Singing? As I open, Then Sings My Soul by Robert J. Morgan, a hymnal-devotion, many a mornings to me, I acknowledge even in the first of the day, after moments to pray, that my song is lost to thorns and rocks hidden within the soil of my heart.

I read the hymn, In My Heart There Rings a Melody, written way back in 1923.  Elton M. Roth penned the words: I have a song that Jesus gave me, It was sent from heav’n above, There never was a sweeter melody, ‘Tis a melody of love. 

In my heart there rings a melody, . . .”

But God can clearly see, this morning, my heart is out of key.

But the Lord won’t give up on me, “O ye of little faith.” His voice rings out over and over again to the disciples throughout His Word, yet with such tenderness and grace. There is none like our Lord.

He knows my heart, which is sad, so many days. Worried, and heavy, “leaning on my own understanding.” He watches me wrestle and strain. The illustration of me, is Romans 7—completely. I confess. My heart is weeping:

I have discovered this principle of life—that when I want to do what is right, I inevitably do what is wrong.  I love God’s law with all my heart.  But there is another power within me that is at war with my mind.

This power makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me. Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death? (Romans 7:21-24).

Look at all those I’s! Truly, this is not to be ignored.

I thank God for the next words I read. May each word permeate my whole being, and Lord, please give me depth of understanding:

 Thank God! The answer is in Jesus Christ our Lord. So you see how it is: In my mind I really want to obey God’s law, but because of my sinful nature I am a slave to sin. Romans 7:25 ends only to bring me to Romans 8: 

So now there is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ Jesus. And because you belong to him, . . .

Yes, I belong to Him.

the power of the life-giving Spirit has freed you, . . .

That’s what I need to be reminded continually. I am like a sheep, forgetting God’s promise of the Spirit in me:

the power of the life-giving Spirit has freed you,  from the power of sin that leads to death. 

 The law of Moses was unable to save us because of the weakness of our sinful nature.

 So God did what the law could not do. He sent his own Son in a body like the bodies we sinners have. And in that body God declared an end to sin’s control over us by giving his Son as a sacrifice for our sins. 

 He did this so that the just requirement of the law would be fully satisfied for us, who no longer follow our sinful nature but instead follow the Spirit.

God declared an end to sin’s control . . .by giving His Son . . . the requirement of the law would be fully satisfied . . .

This, yes, this brings back to me a song!

So I look on again at that age-old hymn, and yes, these are the words of praise I sing:

I love the Christ who died on Calv’ry, For He washed my sins away; He put within my heart a melody, And I know it’s there to stay.

‘Twill be my endless theme in glory, With the angels I will sing; ‘Twill be a song with glorious harmony, When the courts of heaven ring. In my heart there rings a melody, There rings a melody with heaven’s harmony;

In my heart there rings a melody, There rings a melody of love.”

Thanks be to God. He will meet me today and work in my heart to trust in Him more. And lean on His Word, not my own understanding. To get rid of the “I’s” and look to the Lord!

 

 

 

 

 

He sees it all. I acknowledge my sin. Because of His new mercies, I start over again!

A Psalm of David, so long ago, was penned and written for the Chief Musician.

IMG_3589 2Psalm 139, thousands of years later, I pray will be the new song I sing in the morning when I wake, as I take hold of His hand—before my feet hit the floor, may I meditate on who He is, and much greater, understand:

 Lord, You have searched me and known me.
 You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off.
 You comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
 For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.
 You have hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it.

If these words be true, which they are, because You have pronounced Your Word as truth, help me today to walk carefully. Help me remember . . . You.

Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth. John 17:17 pronounces. So, in knowing it all and seeing it all, You can see clearly, I often make a mess of it all.
You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. John15:3 encourages me. I don’t completely understand, but I receive a washing as in the morning I read.

Let this Word be a continual song I sing:

Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend into heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
 If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there Your hand shall lead me,
And Your right hand shall hold me.
 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall fall on me,”
Even the night shall be light about me;
Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,
But the night shines as the day;
The darkness and the light are both alike to You.

Yesterday’s pain, struggle, and loss all feel like darkness falling on me, but if even the night shall be light about me; . . . and the night shines as the day;

I receive Your Word that I don’t completely know, but when I look at a candle, only light surrounds it, so,

I can see that You are with me, and light even my night. You are greater than all of my anxiety, ugliness, and fright. Your Word, the powerful sounds, are healing the doubt that so often surrounds.

 For You formed my inward parts;

You covered me in my mother’s womb.
 I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;[b]
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
 My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
 Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.

Deep calls to deep. These thoughts are not as man’s. These Words pierce me through. My days you write in a book? Truly from beginning to end? I clearly see, I want more faith, more faith each day to trust You!

How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!

How great is the sum of them!
 If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
When I awake, I am still with You.

Clearly, a lifetime it will take to comprehend such thoughts. Give me wisdom and knowledge. Help me understand the price You paid on the cross.

A Love so real. You laid down Your life for me. Even though You knew how wretched many of my steps would be. I want to be on Your side, dear Lord. Please keep me from being an enemy. With doubt, and unbelief. Making excuses to sin.

Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way? by taking heed thereto according to thy word. Get my eyes in Your Word, more and more, dear Lord.

Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me, and know my anxieties;
 And see if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.

This is a hard prayer to pray in the morning, and even more so, at night. Dear Lord Jesus, I thank You for covering my sin with Your blood. I thank You for showing me You walk with me and know, every step that I take, and every word I speak, and even the thoughts that I think. And You still love . . .

You knew me in the beginning and promise to know my end days as well. Today, let me be new, tear down, rebuild, clean up and move. Help me walk more closely. Help me let You lead. Let this be my song that I continually sing,

making the choice each day, to acknowledge You,  King:

Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me, and know my anxieties;
 And see if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.