"MY LETTERS TO GOD": September 2015

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Is it time, Lord? Are my words ready for retrieval? I am so thankful for what You have allowed in my life. All ingested, spiritually speaking, shows how far I have come......or how You have tended to my heart as others prayed for me. I couldn't seem to put my words together as You were healing me. I couldn't seem to manage a prayer. I am grateful that You took....."Help me, Jesus" to mean......exactly what the words implied. You came. You held me. You gave wisdom and understanding to my Doctor and his attendants. You kept me safe while they worked. I am being given back the gift of writing to You.........and I do thank You for allowing this one more time. The ability to speak to You in my heart and mind are a blessing, Lord......and no one appreciates it more than I do.....but, this form of connecting with You......well, it gives me an edge. It makes me feel closer to You, Lord. I need it. In all of the life decisions that have been made......or are about to be made.....Your plan for us is first and foremost. We......(I) thank You for the "respite" You have given us in all of this drama that we call living. You have taken what we both thought was the "right thing to do".......coupled with some of our wishes and hopes and the issues that needed to be solved......and did all of that with a phone call. How you handle what You do in my little world.....and take care of everyone else that needs Your intervention, makes my head spin. I am thankful for my very faithful husband who has eased my suffering with His constant care for me. I think of the souls who handle their issues without someone to help.....and I realize I am blessed beyond measure. Perhaps, shaken down, and a little dizzy.......but blessed all the same. So many need You......the list is never ending. All we do is cross things off as we go, and add to it .....again and again. I am in need of Your touch all the time. I need Your wisdom all the time......I make the dumbest choices at times...just to get a laugh or a quick fix. I guess that just shows how very human I am. My family......well, Lord.....sometimes they need for me to have an answer.....the answer. And, Lord.....You know I do not. Any wisdom I have comes from You. I pray I can be accepting of that. Strength comes from seeking You.....finding You and then searching each day for the strength to follow Your plan for us. Each of us has that responsibility. For those of us that are Your followers.....I pray that even the words...."Help me, Jesus!" will do. Sincerely spoken, I have no doubt that they will.
Thank You, dear One, for listening to my heart thoughts. I give them all to You and dream for a better day. I speak all of them in the name of Jesus.....in whom, I believe is our coming King. Amen.

For those of you interested to buy my book, "My Letters to God".....I ask that You would contact me on the Facebook site or buy it on the AMAZON.COM site. It is my hope that those that read it would realize that Jesus appreciates the fact that we talk to Him and gives us very often.....what our raggedy hearts need. His attention. Thank you so much.

Introduction to "My Letters To God"

My letters to God came about by my need to communicate with Him on a regular basis. I needed to, as a christian, a wife and a mother notwithstanding, pray every day. As a young mother I found myself almost continually interrupted by my two little girls. All for necessary and legitimate reasons. You and I both know satan uses every trick in the book to keep us from communing with God and I felt that he was definately getting the upperhand. So, one day out of sheer desperation, I grabbed a sheet of paper or a notebook (I don't remember) and began to scribble out a prayer for God to come and rescue me. I needed to tell Him EXACTLY how I felt. I needed Him and felt that this was my only recourse. Invariably, before I started writing, when I was interrupted I hardly ever would go back to my devotion time. I'd forget where I was in my prayertime and it all seemed futile.....after all, the wash had to be done, the beds had to be made, baths needed to be taken care of.....etcettera.....etcettera....etcettera. After the first attempt, I tried it again and again until this wonderful habit was formed for me. I could literally stop mid-sentence and almost always go back , and pick up where I had left off. As I found my time with God lengthening because of my determination to do this, it ended up being my solace. Even with two more daughters and a son as the years went by. I often found that it was truly a wonderful thing when I would search for a word that described what I REALLY felt. Many times in my prayertime prior to this , I would skim over the

hard parts that would express my angst to Him sort of mumbling, "Lord, you know what I mean.....". I was so terribly desperate to express how I really felt. To that, I could only tell Him in my tears and fears and frustration hoping He would still love me. I'd reread sometimes and find that I was alot meaner than I knew He would be pleased with.....or, I was not as bad as I believed I was.

Writing to God has followed me into the years that the world says are the "senior years". It doesn't matter to me. As long as I can hold a pen and write Him all of my heart thoughts, the "mind stealers" will not deter me. I am determined to be God's instrument. I will blow my horn for Him as long as He gives me breath!

As I share my letters with you, past and present, may you find in Him the solace that you need. He will give that to each of us. This is my prayer.

"MY LETTERS TO GOD"

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