"MY LETTERS TO GOD": April 2025

Friday, April 25, 2025

Lord, Here I am……at long last. It seems my “get up and go “ has disappeared to another place. I recently felt compelled to do 40 days of fasting to get myself back on track to continue writing for Your glory….not mine. I have to admit that if I see a positive comment, I feel I’ve made a difference to someone. And then, I analyze and re-analyze until I begin to worry. I guess it’s all in my nature to do this.

Lord….whenYou made statements and touched the lives of so many, did You worry how it would affect your ministry? When You healed someone and told them not to tell, was it to give You more time to preach and teach before Your time was over. I think I need to be more like You….every day…every hour. To be like You, means putting up with the pokes and slaps of a society that analyzes the meaning of everything that’s good. I am amazed at the crooked ways people see things. Two people can read the same thing and get two different theories of what they read. And then spout off their theory as “their truth”. No one seems to even consider another way of looking at things. My hope, Lord, is that I would see how I should live better than I have been…..that the things I perceive as Your words to me to re-access what I think. Very often what I think comes out of my mouth. Guard me, Lord. I probably need a muzzle at times. Yeah….I do. You usually cannot take back something said in anger. You cannot un-ring a bell that has been tolled. The sound reverberates so nothing said AFTER is ever heard.

This morning I heard a little girl trying to play her ukulele and singing with her Mama, “I Need Thee every Hour”. It took me back a bit because what little kid even knows that song? And she sang it with a little gusto too. “ I neeed Thee, ohhh I neeed Thee, ev’ery hour I need Thee….”. Lord, we will never be self-sufficient. You crave for us to neeed You! I know You do.

Today I started out looking up the lyrics to “For those Tears I Died”. I was playing this song the other day and couldn’t remember the title. All I could remember was the phrase, “You said You’d come to share all my sorrows…..You said You’d be there for all my tomorrows…..” , so I looked it up, and it continues……I came so close to sending You away….but just like you promised…..(key phrase here)…”I just had to pray.”

You make it easy . Lord. All we have to do is pray. All we have to do is read (ie listen) Your word. You will do the rest.You have all our bases covered….theres no room for error…..(unless we stop to analyze). It’s then we make mistakes. We forge ahead until You stop us in our tracks by words we don’t want to hear. Stop.✋Talking. Lord, that hand is what I’ll be looking for.

I pray in the name of Jesus Christ. 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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