I choose health over anxiety. Where’s my hymnal?

Got health? Real wealth? Worthwhile things are worth the fight.

The struggle to balance. The work to think straight. The temptations surrounding. The need to put off, put away, to breathe, to wait.

I’ll let go of blame and fret. I’ll look up, not out. If it pleases God, that’s my final answer. His way, not mine, or the popular opinion of the time.

I choose to follow the direction that God leads. Even though He knows, I will fail Him over and over as He watches me.

So I take hold  of some old trust-worthy words, and recite them aloud like a song of a bird,

I will arise and go to Jesus
He will embrace me in His arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
Oh, there are ten thousand charms

Oh, there are ten thousand charms. Yes, riches, true riches are being near to God. Being full of peace and comfort, not fearing nor having alarm.

But alarm I have, and in fear I dive. But God is a help, and old hymns remind:

Come, ye thirsty, come and welcome
God’s free bounty glorify
True belief and true repentance
Every grace that brings you nigh
Come, ye weary, heavy-laden
Lost and ruined by the fall
If you tarry ’til you’re better
You will never come at all

 

God is love. We are not. He is gracious in His being. He is compassionate.  His heart is gentle and kind. He doesn’t parade Himself. He is truthful, all of the time.

He knows our thoughts.

He is able to make a hard heart soft. He is powerful and willing. So often, we are not.

Are we are tired of being sick? Are willing to change our direction.

God the Father through Jesus His Son, and the power of His Spirit can bring change to our whole story.

He can give us wealth of health with freedom and forgiveness.

And He gives us victory to bring a sacrifice of thanksgiving.

No longer dwelling on the failures of the past. No longer projecting of a future unknown. Living in the present on this earth making my house a dwelling place for the Lord.

I will arise and go to Jesus
He will embrace me in His arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
Oh, there are ten thousand charms.

Hymn by Joseph Hart:
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy
Weak and wounded, sick and sore
Jesus ready, stands to save you
Full of pity, love and power
I will arise and go to Jesus
He will embrace me in His arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
Oh, there are ten thousand charms
Come, ye thirsty, come and welcome
God’s free bounty glorify
True belief and true repentance
Every grace that brings you nigh
Come, ye weary, heavy-laden
Lost and ruined by the fall
If you tarry ’til you’re better
You will never come at all
I will arise and go to Jesus
He will embrace me in His arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
Oh, there are ten thousand charms
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Get up! And fight with Hymn and Psalm

Crisis comes. The “fight” begins.  The battle is greatest against thoughts of fear and uncertainty. “The Lord is on thy side,” the old hymn reminds. But these words feel far removed at this time.

Be Still My soul.” The words learned during past trial, now echo from deep below. “Be still my soul, the Lord is on thy side. Bear patiently, the cross of grief or pain.”

“Patiently.” That word. Who would ever choose that word?

Bear in l-o-n-g – s-u-f-f-e-r-i-n-g are my thoughts’ reasoning.  And, like a thread of continuation, “Love suffers long and is kind” pops in head.

“1 Corinthians 13 is impossible with man!” is my next exclamation. “I need a Savior.” is my heart’s cry.

Sorrow and fatigue leave me by a “Slough of Despond,” Just as in the old classic I have read. But, the Hymn of faith fights to bring truth to my lips,  “Leave to Thy God, to order and provide. In every change, He faithful will remain. Be still my soul.”

The battle rages against doubt and more doubt: “I can’t do this.” “God’s plan is not for good.”

“Why did He allow this?” My heart fails, only to remind me of a verse hidden there:

“My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:26.

Remembrance is as if picking up a sword, and doubt flees. “Whom have I in heaven but You? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You. My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73: 25, 26 reminded me what I forgot.

Forever. That includes today.

But God is

“Be still my soul, thy best, thy heavenly friend, through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.”

So, I take up a hymn and a Psalm for strength. I breath the words that my heart and mind have learned and I speak aloud that my whole being hears the sound:

“Be still my soul. Thy God doth undertake. To guide thy future, as He has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake,

in every change, he faithful will remain. Be still my soul. The waves and wind still know His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.”

Faith restored, I open up God’s word. Psalm 73 speaks so personal to me: “Truly God is good to Israel. To such as are pure in heart. But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled; My steps had nearly slipped…”

“Thus my heart was grieved, and I was vexed in my mind. I was so foolish and ignorant; I was like a beast before You. NeverthelessI am continually with You;”

“You hold me by my right hand.”

“You will guide me with Your counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.”

“Whom have I in heaven but You? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You. My flesh and my heart fail;”

“But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:1,2,21-26.

My “forever” begins this minute, right now. Let us fight this battle with faith.

Join me? Let’s get up and get going in His strength. The Lord is on our side!

 

 

 

 

Finally, joy has come to this world of mine …

Joy to the world! The Lord is come.
Let earth receive her King
Let every heart
Prepare Him room
And heaven and nature sing. O how the familiar words of Isaac Watts play over again in our minds, but it’s on a glorious moment –

when the dust of our own personal world, and the North wind has blown to make us cold, but we are tired of being broken and alone –

that we invite the King in. That we finally make room for Him.

And the angels in heaven sing. And our eyes suddenly see all of nature, with exotic colors, form and  beauty, form a symphony of song as we walk on our journeys.

Joy to the world, the Savior reigns
Let men their songs employ
While fields and floods
Rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy

Finally, when our flesh, says, to the LORD, “Yes.” The words of the hymn come alive. And the word ‘joy’ has meaning for the very first time. Deliverance comes when the fight finally ends. When the Savior at last, has the reins of our soul, and a miracle I witness, as I feel my world – whole.

Joy has finally come into my world, because room as been made, that the Great Surgeon can cut away, the hardness of heart, the criticalness:

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love;
And wonders of His love;
And wonders, …

the wonder of His love for me, who, for so long refused to see – His truth, His grace, … His beautiful life He gave.  Joy to my world has come, with each new day, with each new breath.

Will you join my joyful chorus as well, and of the King and His greatness tell? We would sing together a joyful song:  “Joy has come to this world of mine. I will sing of my King for all – of  – time.”

 

 

May I share a hidden treasure of a hymn-“It came upon a Midnight Clear”

Christmas hymns can become familiar and sterile, yet when the waves of a storm are greatly brought on, there is a searching that comes,

as we look for a glimmer of hope, or the light of the dawn.

It Came Upon the Midnight Clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold. “Peace on the earth good will to man, From heaven’s all gracious King!” The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing.”

The hymnal is opened, Edmund H. Sears work is displayed. “The world in solemn stillness lay? …” There is nothing in this world that is still, it seems, except for the broken in heart and children’s dreams.

But the flood has come, or we’ve been made to walk through the fire, but the hymn sings in our ears, the words of the angels: “Peace on the earth, good will to man, from heaven’s all gracious King!”

My eyes catch the words of the hymn-writer’s story, (thank you Robert J. Morgan for sharing, Then Sings My Soul, in this hymn book I was given.) Recorded are lost words not known, quite forgotten, (still sung with the same melody and rhythm:)

“Yet with the woes of sin and strife/ The world hath suffered long; Beneath the angel-strain have rolled/ Two thousand years of wrong; And man, at war with man, hears not/ The love song which they bring; 

O hush the noise, ye men of strife/ And hear the angels sing!”

I’ve been hushed. I’ve been striving against my Lord. Perhaps the brokenness has brought me life:  “O God, bring me to hear the angels sing. My vocal chords have been stilled for far too long. Dear Jesus, will you restore to me, Your song.”

And so, I read in my Christmas gift hymnal, a verse I’ve never in the past seen:

“For lo, the days are hastening on, By prophets bards foretold; With the ev-er circling years, comes round the age of gold. When peace shall o-ver all the earth, Its ancient splendors fling;

And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing.”

So perhaps, this ‘mid-night’ has been made clear, as my eyes caught the promise of the glorious King. God Almighty has restored to me sight, and brought back a song that was hidden in night.

I will sing of my King, and give back the song: “Peace on earth …” this earth that is me. This Christmas  has brought revival and song. Lord Jesus, my Savior, God with us, Immanuel – I bow my knee …

I bring my offering … to worship Thee, my glorious King.”

If you feel revival in heart is needed today, Admit your wrongs, Believe Jesus loves you, and Call out His name! He hears, He loves and forgives and restores. Jesus is here to give you life evermore.

Let us sing, “Joy to the World the Lord is Come . . .”

Do we hear the words anymore? Are they simply background ‘elevator’ type sounds as we busy ourselves in stores?

“Joy to the world the Lord is come, let earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare Him room, and heaven and nature sing, and heaven and nature sing.”  Isaac Watts in the 1700’s penned these words for Christmas. Oh, how these words must come alive again, they carry wisdom and remedy for our hearts in turmoil and war.

“No more let sin and sorrow grow, nor thorns infest the ground. He comes to make His blessings flow, far as the curse is found.”

Is the soil of our heart parched and dry? Have the winter winds of trial and loss brought a sting of pain? Let us take the next weak breath and ask God for increased faith. Let us ask God to give us strength to sing.

“Joy to the world! the Savior reigns; Let men their songs employ . . .”  

Has our song been drown by the pressures of life? God’s song in us, has it been silent through strife? Jesus came to heal, to forgive, to love. He is Savior, He has come for us.

How many ways can we sing, “Amazing Grace?” How many ways can we say “Hallelujah!”

He has come to make His blessing flow. He has come to heal broken hearts. He has come to forgive us of sin. He has come that we might have new life and sing once again.”So, let us sing, ‘Joy to the World, the Lord is Come.’

Let us sing, “Joy to my world!”

 No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.

 Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. 13 “Make level paths for your feet,” so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed. Hebrews 12:11-13.

“We will never understand, but Prince of Peace we cry out to YOU!”

When I think of children losing their daddies and mommies and even grandmas to terror in this day…A new song we sing to You Jesus, …a new song we sing, today…

“How can I think on what is a good report when terror has stolen from my very own heart?

Pour down more, than words can ever express, Dear Lord Jesus, the children are crying, we suffer unimaginable stress!

Prince of Peace, the Great I AM – I cry to You, I will NEVER understand. Lift us Jesus, in Your gentle Hand. Hold us near to Your heart, NOW! Like never before, pour out Your grace on us – make our beds, wipe our tears, Dear Lord Jesus be ever so near!

’cause what I know, that “Jesus loves me so,” I can’t even hold on to…all this You know.

But Your Spirit is present, Faith will not fail…It’s Christmas time, ‘Immanuel’-God be with me! Be with me now, and our family: “Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay, close by me forever and love me, I pray…” though I am bleeding and weeping and hurting so deep, so deep inside- Jesus, I love You. I will worship You still.

“Abhor what is evil, cling to what is good…” Your Good word has told me,… so I cling to You, as I should! There is nothing in the world for me, but Your Voice and Your  gentle touch… I will cling to You in my pain – You know all about it…during the Passion and death on the cross.

I will Remember You, as ‘You prepare a Table before me in the presence of my enemies’.  Table of Communion, the broken bread and blood that You shed. You are God. You are all Might.

“I love Thee Lord Jesus, please hold me real tight, and Comfort me now…Be the  Light …to my night.”

Children, do you know the mama’s song?

Mama’s sing and rock and soothe the infant. Mama’s sing and dance with the child. Mama’s never stop singing because they get their songs from God, and they so badly need the comfort that only comes from Him, that tells them that He loves them and will help them carry on. Mama’s sing because they know, they are His child also, and that they are His child forever, even when they grow old.

So they sing to teach the child in the way that they should go, but they sing to keep their own feet on the straight and narrow. So what exactly is the mama’s song. What are the words to the tune?

Can you hear the mama’s song? Even perhaps that she has gone? Can you hear her heart that chose to sing, no matter what, through everything?

She sang something like this, if your memory escapes you, sometimes in a short rhyme, sometimes in a jumpy tune, and there were times when the ballad was all that rang through.

“We are His children, young and even very old, we are all His children when we choose to trust the Lord. Jesus, Jesus, that is His name, and since I’ve received Him, I will never be the same!”

“Dear child of mine, don’t you see the grace that is in His eyes? Can you feel how He lifts you, even on ‘eagle’s wings’ as time goes by? He saves us from our enemies. But don’t be looking too far , because the enemy ‘lurks inside’. Oh my dear child, please know this always, the ‘self’ , so badly wants to sit on the throne, but he needs to ‘die’ that you might live and bloom.” Why do you think we spent so much time, season after season, digging the rocky, parched soil, to plant those little seeds of promise? Yes, it was a visual, of the death our ‘self’ needs to make. But the flowers; oh the beauty, the reward! Your eyes can see it!”

“We are His children, young and even very old, we are all His children when we choose to trust the Lord. Jesus, Jesus, that is His name, and since I’ve received Him, I will always speak His name.”

“Dear child of mine, I want you to know, there is nothing to fear, once the choice has been made to ‘die’ to your ‘self’ and let God take the lead. When you are His, He  breathes on you some shade, even when standing in the scorching, hot sun. Yes, He leads His children beside still waters and He restores our weary souls. Yes, child, it’s true, it’s done!

And don’t ever forget, dear child of mine, that God sings over you as you go through your day. And please always remember He inhabits your praise; so don’t stope singing-especially when you’re afraid. Remember especially to sing His song – when you doubt or are in pain and you feel life is ‘all draught’.

Children, it happens, I can speak for myself, that their are days, and weeks and months and even years that the song becomes lost. Do whatever you can to find it. We forget to ‘train our hands for war'(Ps. 18), we don’t have time to strum the strings or turn on His song. Us ‘older kids’ have to fight to keep the song, we must ‘gird up the loins of our minds’ and think of that song. As in times of battle, the song kept the soldiers strong. So if there is a blank in your head and a tune isn’t coming, perhaps you can remember the song mama was always  singin’:

“We are His children, young and even very old, we are all His children when we choose to trust the Lord. Jesus, Jesus, that is His name, and since I’ve received Him, I have peace through the rain.”

Here comes the ballad, the slow but powerful words, but don’t ever forget them, keep them always near: “The enemy of doubt and fear and great temptation to sin, sometimes surround us like a flood- but God is greater still. He promises to give us a way of escape- we must look for it and RUN – we much choose to obey! But we slip and we fall and go the wrong way…but He  lovingly washes us by His powerful word. Nobody is perfect, no, not a one, so don’t get discouraged, just run to the Son. To think that He knows everything, everyday, yet He willingly laid down His life for us on that  most dreadful day.

Could it really be true? It’s beyond our comprehension, that the blood of my Jesus, fully covers me; that the Father in heaven sees us as ‘perfect’ and even has ‘righteous’ by our name! Oh yes, don’t be deceived, He sees all that we do. He sees that we mess up and miss the mark each and every day. But Jesus, let me remind you that He is patient and kind, He stands next to the Father’s right side and says, “Father, this child’s debt has been completely paid. This child is Mine! This child is Mine!”

Now, it’s time to jump and dance and sing with a shout! His name is greatest of all, there is no doubt! “Kids, you can trust Him, He won’t let you down! If you’ve mess up and blown it – run to His name. You remember I taught you it’s a tower that’s strong. You run to Him, it will never go wrong. You see God has a way to make ‘all things work for good’, don’t ask me how, just know it, He’s all good!”

That is why, no matter WHAT happens, you can trust Him and sing. Sing when you’re sad, sing when your weak, sing when there is nothing on the shelves to eat. Sing when you doubt, sing when in pain, He will bring rain in your brokenness and drought. You don’t believe me? You think I’m insane? All I can say, is He’s rained on my drought.What if it’s worse and there is a  flood of despair? Mama will tell you, He brought me out and said, ‘dear child, I love you. I will help you dance in the rain. I offer My Spirit to protect and provide and cover you completely so you can be by My side.”

So mama always has a song to sing, can you hear it still? She sings: “We are His children, young and even very old, we are His children when we choose to trust the Lord. Jesus, Jesus, that is His name, I’ll love you forever, forever …and a day!”