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Be still...

As some of you know...my dearest Mama is going to have surgery tomorrow. (She is going to have her tubes reversed. PTL!!) I have been battling with anxiousness and fear for her. It is 1 out of 1,000,000 chance of death but our human nature still causes us to fear at the slightest chance of the human's greatest trial called Jordan. Today I have been praying so hard for her and the doctors and as He often does, God gave me the sudden comforting thought from the song Trust and Obey. I was inspired to write this poem about our attitude during prayer. Enjoy....LOVE YOU MAMA!!

~Allix~

Be still…

Sometimes we’re restless, scared, and lost
And we don’t know what to do
We pray but He gives no answer
Right when we want Him to

Patience is too hard, we say
Why should we have to wait?
Maybe that’s why patience
Is such an unknown trait

We’ve done our part; it’s your turn God
We point fingers, pout, and blame
As if praying and God answering
Is some sort of child’s game

But God can also argue this
“Ye who prays, you did not trust
You blamed Me for all your problems
I who created you from dust

I who formed you in your mother’s womb
You question Me with ‘Why?’
‘When will you, God?’ or better yet
‘Why should I even try?’

‘It’s just not fair!’ we often yell
How could You be so mean!
I’ve been faithful and I prayed to You
And silent You have been!

Why do we ask such silly things?
To one who deserves great laud!
We need no other answer but
Be still and know that I am God…

Lovely daffodill with a lovely verse to accompany it :)

This is one of my favorite verses. There is so much depth in it...it also adds to the effect knowing that John the Baptist (Jesus's Cousin) said this. He did not think himself better in anyway becasue of this postition...this was his Lord! You can almost see him pointing and proclaiming with great joy -- Look!.........

This is the Natural Bridge in Tennesee. I thank God for Blessed Assurance! So many people come here and think this was created after millions of years of a tiny stream of water. Thank God I know that He is the Ruler and Maker of all the Universe and He can do all things including create this beautiful wonder of the world!!!....and so I thought this verse was good for it.

Poem of the Week

I heard a sermon this past Lord's day by Bro. Don Johnson. It was wonderful -- about the passage in Matthew 7 verses 7-11. I encourage you to listen to it by clicking
And before you read this poem, I'd like you to read that passage. In fact I will paste it here for you... (Christ speaking) 7 Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you; 8 For everyone that asketh, receiveth; and he that seeketh, findeth; and to him that knocketh, it shall be opened. 9 Or what man is there of you whom if his son ask bread, he will give him a stone? 10 Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent? 11 If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which in Heaven give good things to them that ask him? (KJV)

Ask, seek, knock…

A little girl, with coin in hand

Runs to the nearest market stand

Before her eyes: such pretty buys

Now all she must do is ask the man…

A boy both tall and keen, I took

Had lately lost his favorite book

He rises now, but, reader how

Will his book be found if he doesn’t look?

A woman stood, with the shawl she wore

At a very handsome chestnut door

She straightened her dress, declared it a mess

I supposed she knocked but I left before

Now all these souls have jobs to do

Each job has a pleasant moral too

To seek to ask, and to knock at last

These morals heeded by a blessed few

How was the girl to buy a thing,

The satin purse or the golden string?

If she did not ask, I think her task

Would no pretty treasure bring

The boy, his book, would never find,

If he sat and said, “Oh, never mind.”

He’d still be there, back in his chair

Without seeking, he’d be a fool and blind

The lady also would soon know

With her knitted shawl out in the snow

If she did not knock, and the door was locked

Would the door open? Sadly, no

Now to the point I mean to make

The things from this I hope you take

Yes, ask, seek, knock the door, but also even more

Know who tells us this — The Way

He tells us ask and He will give

He tells us seek, we’ll find and live

And as you’ve heard a time before, Knock — He’ll open up the door

He stands ready to forgive

Jesus is the willing one

It is we who often shun

These three tasks, of us He asks

So do not blame the gracious Son

Blame yourself if you have not sought

If against his will you’ve stood and fought

But remember this, please do not miss

Would you rather live, ask, seek, and knock – Or die, dear reader, and not

By: Allix Brunson 2/19/09

Based on a wonderful sermon by Pastor Don Johnson

The Poem of the Week

I've decided that I would like to either have a poem or a picture per week and when I can, both. It will give you something to look forward to, I hope. :) The following is the poem of the week......

Blind upon Life’s Muddy Road

A blind soul upon a muddy road

Nothing to call his ground

No heart-felt goal or home ahead

No foundation that was sound

He grumbled on his gloomy way

Why should he care to think?

That perhaps the ground below his feet

Could somehow start to sink

Smiling faces pass him

But again he turns his head

Why should they smile when he thought

“I’d be better off just dead!”

“This God that people talk about

Ha, I’d like to see Him here

So I could whisper faintly

A question in His ear”

“Why me and why this muddy road

Why my past, now far behind

Why did I do the things I did

And did You, from me hide?”

“I’m tired and I’m lonely

But no one seems to care

All this to me, now don’t You see

None of this seems fair”

But then a flash of light is seen

Slowly it dims away

We see the man fall’n on his face

With nothing more to say

Yet after silence does its work

We hear a gentle call

“My Master and my Holy Lord

Please be my God of all!”

“I’m filthy and I’m naked

I deserve no more than death

But Lord I ask for guidance

All the days that I have breath.”

“Take from me now, this burden

For You alone are stronger than

This lowly worm before you

The worst sinner known to man!”

“Oh Jesus Christ, most perfect,

You died instead of me

You lived a life of shame

How more humble could you be?!”

And now this man is happy

His road is clear and he can see

But the most glorious thing of all

Is that this sad old man was me!

By: Allix Brunson

July 16, 2008