"MY LETTERS TO GOD": April 2021

Thursday, April 22, 2021

Thank You, dear One, for always keeping the door open. I can come to You anytime. You don’t ever turn us away. It seems like it’s always about me. Like, “when I want to pray”...or “if I want to pray”.

I am sorrowful that it is so little I want to. The enemy of our souls knows it too. Why do I give him fodder to feed on against me?

“Open my eyes that I may see...Glimpses of truth Thou hast for me; Place in my hands the wonderful key....that shall unclasp and set me free.....

Silently now, I wait for Thee....Ready, my God Thy will to see......Open my eyes, illumine me.....Spirit Divine.

Open my ears, that I may hear....voices of truth Thou sendest clear; and while the wave notes fall on my ear, everything false will disappear. Open my mouth and let me bear .....tidings of mercy everywhere; Open my heart and let me prepare love with Thy children Thus to share......

Open my mind that I may read more of Thy love in word and deed; What shall I fear while yet Thou dost lead? Only for light from Thee I plead. “

Lord, all I hear.....all that is so consuming, is troublesome. We are bombarded with “everyone’s truth. “ When in all reality, Your truth is what we need to concentrate on. Yes.... in reality.....what I need to concentrate on. Everyone wants to be “right”. Me too! Right about what? Anything!

Lord, help me to think about some things. That I believe in You as my Savior. That I have asked You to come into my heart....and to cleanse me from my sinful ways. To believe my sins are under, or covered by the blood that You shed on Calvary. And, finally that one day You will receive me into Your kingdom.

These things are all so unbelievable that there is a mass of humanity that thinks this is ridiculous and so far fetched that many, many folks are laughing their way into hell even as I write these words. There may come a day when I may have to stand up and be counted for believing this....so be it. Even though I may be killed for that belief, I maintain that my God will strengthen my resolve to speak the truth. “Lord, make it so.....there are times I feel so weak.”

Give me Your strength dear Lord to carry on the task before me. Thank You, dear One, that You trust me to serve You. Help each of us, Lord.....help us know who to believe....and what to believe. Help us not to be deceived by the evil one and his helpers. Give us Your power of discernment.

I ask all these things in the name of Jesus.

Amen and amen!

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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