"MY LETTERS TO GOD": February 2023

Friday, February 3, 2023

Father in Heaven…….Humbly I bow in Your presence. Trying to even find my blog website tells me I am so in need of your assistance in finding my place again. I submit to You, dear One, I sometimes wonder if I ever had one. I know of course, that the enemy has this power to raise up my flaws, so I continually let him do so. I maintain that he has no power IF I call on Your name…..why don’t I? Why do I dishonor You this way. Is it the old, familiar “why’s and lies”……”I’m too tired!”…..”Let me rest a little and I’ll feel better”…..song and dance tune?

You must get so annoyed with my constant need of assurance. I get tired of me. I know. I do. Why can’t I remember I know? Perhaps if I go back to the beginning of writing my blog. My purpose, I thought, was to encourage others to realize they could talk to you as honestly as they could as if you were in the room (with skin on) and they dared. Sometimes, I wonder if you would look at me and say…..”Really Corrine. Again?” I don’t know, Lord. I don’t think You would. I know I can come to You…..and you will not get tired of listening to me….and you will not scold. It’s a constant barrage sometimes. Maybe I give the enemy too much fodder. Lord……one thing I do remember is that “Greater are You that is in me….than he that is in the world. “

It is a battle of the wills, I believe. We (especially Me) need to be on guard against the enemy of our soul. As the days of Your coming back, draw nearer…..the prince of darkness will hasten his efforts to deceive, intimidate, delude and confuse everyone. Plead the blood of Jesus. I’ve heard it since I was a girl. I wasn’t even sure what it all meant……I just knew that if somebody older and wiser than me would do it…..I would too.

Another thing I felt was important to remember was that the power of Satan is broken, when the name of Jesus is spoken. Scriptures that use the name of Jesus….I would suggest are the ones to put to memory. Here I am telling You, dear One, how to defeat the power of the enemy. You have already defeated him. Lord God, I am amazed at Your power. I am amazed that I have Your words at hand, in word and song, to use to diffuse the evil one’s power.

What amazes me most, is that I hesitate…..wait…wonder…moan and complain. I vow to stop this behavior.

I will work, till You come for me to remember not to wait ‘til I’m so beleaguered I cannot think.

Help me remember. Help me, Lord.

I pray this 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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