The Light of His Loving Presence and Care

The Light of His Loving Presence and Care

By: Rebekah Beene

I know I’m not the only wife who has little worries about her husband. The first time I remember thinking my sweetheart was dying was when he had an allergic reaction in the 80’s. The next time was when he grabbed his chest and exclaimed “ow!” while we were riding the motorcycle! That one will get you for sure! Then there were the blowouts on motorcycles. Off and on through the years he’s had some mighty close calls – all of which turned out fine. We are getting older, so when he has heartburn or grabs his back in momentary flinches I automatically say “What’s wrong?” “Are you okay?” and then “Don’t scare me!”

As we sat on the couch together yesterday morning before I headed to work I took his hand and held it. Then I just sighed. He wanted to know why and I told him I just enjoyed sitting there in the quiet of the morning. Holding his hand was so very comforting – that hand I’ve held for many, many years. I don’t want to every quit holding his hand. Together is so very good. Forever is even better.

I also know that no matter what I have a Savior Who promises to hold my hand forever, through all things, in spite of whatever comes my way and even if I find myself without other hands to hold.

Oh beloved, this is how God feels about you. He loves you. He relishes time with you side by side. He wants you to know that He is that constant companion that will never leave you or forsake you. If you are alone, you don’t have to be lonely. Even if you have close ties with a loved one, it is God’s hand that will keep you secure and give you ultimate satisfaction. No other person, place or thing can do for you what God does. His hand of anointing is on you. His hand of blessing is over you. His hand of protection is all around you. This is where your true power comes from. Fear has to leave, worries have to flee, and questions are silenced.

God loves you and He’s for you! Rest in His Presence and let Him hold your hand all the way as you live in the Light of His Loving Presence and Care.

Isaiah 41:10.  Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with My victorious right hand.

Isaiah 41:13. For I am the LORD your God, who upholds your right hand, Who says to you, ‘Do not fear, I will help you.’

Psalm 63:8 I cling to You; Your strong right hand holds me securely.

Psalm 18:35. You have also given me the shield of Your salvation, And Your right hand upholds me; And Your gentleness makes me great.

Hosea 6:3.  Oh, that we might know the LORD! Let us press on to know Him. He will respond to us as surely as the arrival of dawn or the coming of rains in early spring.

It’s All in the Cross!

It’s All in the Cross!

In the
Cross
Is set
What I
Cannot
Forget
It is the blood of redemption of the Christ Who came to save
To lift us above a life of sin, to keep us from an eternal grave.
In the
Cross
Is
Joy
Life
Love
Hope
Faith
Peace
Power
Victory
Increase
Comfort
Strength
Holiness
Patience
Kindness
Humility
Tranquility
At the foot of the cross
is where I’ll be.
Will you meet me there
on bended knee?

LynnMosher (2)_cr 2Bio: At a time of physical upheaval in 2000, Lynn Mosher felt led of the Lord to take up her pen and write. With this new passion, she has embraced her mission to reach others through Christ-honoring literature, encouraging them in their walk and offering comfort through the written word. Lynn lives with her hubby (since 1966) in their Kentucky nest, emptied of three chicklets, and expanded by three giggly grand-chicklets, and an inherited dog. You can find out more about Lynn by visiting her website, lynnmosher.com.

New Year’s Soup

New Year’s Soup

Last year, I read a post and the last sentence made me think, “And the empty pot awaits, ready for a fresh batch.”

It reminded me of the story of Stone Soup. If you’ve never heard of it, here’s a synopsis of this version of the story:

Many years ago in Eastern Europe, people hoarded their food in a time of famine. One day, a soldier wandered into a village and asked to stay for the night. The people told him to move on as there was no food.

“Oh, I have everything I need,” he said. “In fact, I was thinking of making some stone soup to share with all of you.”

Pulling out all he needed from his wagon, he filled his cauldron with water and built a fire for it. Then, he took a velvet bag and drew out an ordinary stone and dropped it into the water.

The rumor of food spread and the villagers came to the square to find out.

As the soldier sniffed the broth, he said, “Ahh, I do like a tasty stone soup. Of course, stone soup with cabbage – now that’s hard to beat.”

Soon a villager brought him a cabbage he’d been hiding and added it to the pot. Then, the soldier said, “You know, I once had stone soup with cabbage and a bit of salt beef as well, and it was fit for a king.”

The village butcher brought out some salt beef and added it. Over and over, the soldier raved how good the soup is with added potatoes, onions, carrots, mushrooms, and so on.

Villager after villager brought out the necessary ingredients until there was indeed a delicious meal for all.

With all the added ingredients, the soup turned out to be delicious.

~If your year was anything like mine, the cauldron of 2013 contained a variety of ingredients, some positive, some negative, and flavored with a dash of hope and a soupcon of joy or maybe even en grande quantité.

Now, the kettle for 2014 is empty and sits waiting to be filled, ready for all the ingredients of a new year.

What ingredients will fill your New Year? What will fill your heart?

I pray the Lord will fill your New Year with hope, peace, comfort, joy, and an abundance of blessings.

“Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing,
that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”
(Rom. 15:13 NKJV)

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Bio: At a time of physical upheaval in 2000, Lynn Mosher felt led of the Lord to take up her pen and write. With this new passion, she has embraced her mission to reach others through Christ-honoring literature, encouraging them in their walk and offering comfort through the written word. Lynn lives with her hubby (since 1966) in their Kentucky nest, emptied of three chicklets, and expanded by three giggly grand-chicklets, and an inherited dog. You can find out more about Lynn by visiting her website, Heading Home.

Is Your Bucket of Joy Empty?

Is Your Bucket of Joy Empty?

Barren. Depleted. Dry.

Exhausted. Forsaken. Lacking.

Void. Unfilled. Empty.

Do any of those describe how you are feeling? Has your bucket of joy, peace, and faith been drained and now you’re looking for an answer, a refill?

You say to yourself, “What’s missing?” 

So, you begin to search for that elusive “something” to fill up your bucket. You decide to go on vacation in search of “it.” Maybe “it” is in the soothing sands of the beach, with the ocean’s gentle waves lapping at the shore. But the remedy doesn’t work. When you return home, all the vacation drains out of your bucket. You’re still empty. “It” was not in the vacation.

Next, you buy a new car, thinking “it” will pump up your ego. But that does not fill your void. Your bucket is still empty. “It” was not in the car.

You purchase a new house to inflate your pride, but the house just cost you more money and didn’t fill your bucket. “It” was not in the house.

You go after a higher paying job because you need more money. You think the power of your new job will appease your empty bucket. But now, you work late every night to pay off the car and the house you couldn’t afford, which only causes more problems in your marriage. Your bucket remains empty. Work was not “it.”

So, you begin to bar hop. All the drinks do not contain “it” until you meet a lovely young thing or a handsome young hunk. That pumps your up libido, for a while. But all the air escapes from your balloon one night when you come home from your tryst and find that all your family has moved out.

Then, the words of the old song hit you in the face, “Looking for love in all the wrong places.” And your bucket seems even emptier. An affair was not “it.”

So, you find yourself upon your bed, in tears, wondering where it all began, where you went wrong. Reaching back into your memory box, you pull out the memory of you on your knees beside your bed, saying your prayers.

You slide off the bed and onto the floor, with knees popping and creaking from years of not bending. You bow your head and begin to sob as you seek the One True Answer…Jesus. The One you have so long ignored. The One you have been searching for and didn’t even know it. The One Who loves you more than anything, enough to die for you.

You pour out your heart to Him. He comes and kneels beside you, wrapping His loving arm around your heaving shoulders and whispers in your ear, “What you needed was not to be found in your vacation, nor in your new car or new house, or all the other things you used as a substitute, for what you needed was My Love.

“I’ve been here all along, kneeling by your bedside, night after night, waiting for you to kneel and find Me once again. Now, you’ve recognized your need.

“Let’s get rid of all that stands in the way between us, separating us from that special companionship you so desperately need and I so desire to have with you. You have found your Answer. “It” is Me, the Lover of your soul. I am your dwelling place. Never leave My side again.”

You fall at His feet in praise and say as David did, “You have shown me the way of life, and You will fill me with the joy of Your presence.” (Acts 2:28 NLT quoted from Ps. 16:11)

Whatever you have been through or are going through right now, I pray that your bucket be filled and runneth over with faith, hope, joy, and love in Jesus.

LynnMosher website 4 At a time of physical upheaval in 2000, Lynn Mosher felt led of the Lord to take up her pen and write. With this new passion, she has embraced her mission to reach others through Christ-honoring literature, encouraging them in their walk and offering comfort through the written word. Lynn lives with her hubby (since 1966) in their Kentucky nest, emptied of three chicklets, and expanded by three giggly grand-chicklets, and an inherited dog. You can find out more about Lynn by visiting her website, Heading Home. http://lynnmosher.com