Feel Your Feelings

  

On her blog, “Love Songs to My Life,” Gloria Gather shared an interesting post from her friend, Kenna West. Kenna was sharing about a song from her childhood that made it possible for her to “feel my feelings” during turbulent years in her young life.

The phrase “feel my feelings” caught my mind and caused me to pause and remember turbulent times in my younger life. I believe it’s important to be able to express our feelings, let them out, in a good way, so that we can move forward and get past things that upset us.

I tried to recall the songs I clung to in difficult times as a non-believer, and then as a believer. But my memory just didn’t work well. I went through lists online and saw many titles I remembered but didn’t recognize words that had touched me. I'm just thankful there were songs I clung to during trying times in my life.

Since becoming a Christian, my comfort and release now comes from the Bible. Psalms provides an entire picture of happy and sad feelings, and how David and others got through them. I also find relief and comfort in hymns of old that tell the old, old story, and praise and worship songs that take us to the throne.

There are still songs written and sung today that we can relate to in sadness, praise and thanksgiving.

I encourage you to “feel your feelings” as you walk through each day and find Scripture, hymns and praise and worship songs that help you identify and overcome thoughts that keep you in bondage. Remember to choose songs that praise our Lord and God. For there is no other who understands your feelings but our Savior and God.

By His Grace . . . 

Slowing down

 

"Remind me that my worth is not measured by how much I accomplish, how well I perform, or how tirelessly I keep moving, but by the simple grace of abiding close to You with a trusting heart.” Daily Devotion

A friend sent me a post from Daily Devotion a few days ago, and the above words caught my attention. I’ve slowed down. Some because of my age. Some because of family caring responsibilities. And it took me awhile to accept that I wasn’t doing as much as I used to.

I've been adjusting to this new season for two years. I’m sure some of my friends are experiencing this also, as many are close to my age. I wonder if they are feeling the change that we go through in our senior years.

Everything takes longer. Everything is harder. My favorite expression is: “Why is this so hard?” It is amazing that everything you do is harder than it used to be. Everything.

Often it has caused me to feel like I’m not doing anything. If you are used to accomplishing a lot, it’s hard to accept that you just can’t do it anymore.

I was still accomplishing fine when I turned 75, but last year and this year, now at the age of 77, there's been a big difference. I was upset at the beginning, missing my ability to do more, but slowly I’ve accepted the reality and do my best to do what I can and forget about the rest.

Jesus is with us even in our senior years. He still thrills our souls. He still is within reach when we call. And He helps us adjust to this season in our lives.

One thing I do know. I abide close to my Savior, and I trust Him completely. I am worthy to Him because He loves me and continues to care for me even when “it’s too hard.”

Think about the words in the above quote, my older friends. Abide close to our Lord, and trust Him even though it is hard. You are worthy in His eyes. And that’s really all that counts.

By His Grace . . . 

God's Gift to Me

  

Baby leaves continue to thrill my heart.

Following is my annual post in the Spring. A gift for my encouragement and yours! I wrote this article in the late 1990s, and it was published in the early 2000's in Woman's Touch magazine.  

"The blistering wind hit my face as I opened the door. Winter was here. 'Come on, Sparkie,' I said. 'You have to go for a walk.'

"Sparkie, our 11-year-old dog, slowly walked through the door. 'Do we have to go out in this weather?' his eyes pleaded. That's how I felt too.

"The wind slapped my face and tears dropped from my eyes. 'Its been a difficult year, Lord,' I thought. Winter has harbored in my heart leaving me cold and dead, just like the trees. My eyes traveled around the yard taking in the bleak appearance. Problems had multiplied and left me drained of all my strength. 

"Again, I noticed the trees. Once full of foliage, they now stood bare before me. And the remains of our productive garden now showed hard, cracked earth. 'Even the geese took a detour on their way home,' I told the wind.

"Yes, the year had left stains, and the ache in my heart hurt. 'I know I should be thankful, Lord,' I whispered. 

"'Hurry Sparkie,' I yelled. 'I want to get back inside.'

"My eyes fixed on the maple tree behind our house. Stripped of all its colorful clothing, it looked dead. 'Just like my heart,' I thought. And then, I remembered the baby leaves.

"Last February, I began watching the buds develop on the maple tree. I couldn't remember ever taking the time to watch leaves grow, and decided I'd see firsthand how God gave them birth.

"Sparkie and I would stop every evening on our walk to look for any development. It was a slow beginning, but finally--one day in April-- the buds opened.

"Long tentacles reached out, as many as 10 or 15 from each bud, as I remember. At the end of the tentacles were blossoms and at their base were leaves. The leaves were bound together, just like the cold buds had been. As the weather warmed, they began to unfold.

"My heart tingled with excitement when the leaves began to open. My husband, Jerry, was at the garden, and I remember yelling excitedly to him, 'Come quick! the leaves are opening.'

"Half-inch baby leaves, perfectly shaped, stretched their little frames for all the earth to see.

"In one week, some leaves had grown to 3 inches in length. My eyes couldn't believe the transformation. As the leaves grew, the blossoms were blown to the ground. I walked on yellow drops of sun splattered all over the place. I had witnessed the birth of one of God's creations.

"The cry of a lone bird brought me back to the present. Chilled, I headed back to the house, shivering But my heart was no longer cold.

"You see, it's February now--just the time I began watching the frozen buds last year. When everything looked dead, and no life was visible, God was working. And now I knew God was working in me.

"Its been a long year, but I know my heart will feel the warmth of God's love again. Why, in just a couple of months, He'll bring me baby leaves.

"Come on, Sparkie,' I said. 'Let's go tend the fire.'"

Here we are in April once again, and baby leaves are beginning to open on the trees. It will always be a special time of year for me, for you see, God gave me baby leaves, His HOPE to me.

By His Grace . . . 

Readings

Checkout my other blog sites on the right side of this blog for new devotions to encourage and inspire your heart. Devotions to choose from: Hymn Studies with Scripture, Hymn Line Devotions, Scripture Verse Devotions and Timely Words from Saints of Old. 

Our Hiding Place

A phrase we all know and turn to in our time of need is "God's Everlasting Arms." The Scripture reads: "There is no one like the God of Jeshurun [upright one or blessed], who rides across the heavens to help you and on the clouds in His majesty. The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the Everlasting Arms." (Deuteronomy 33:26-27A)

The word refuge can also be translated mansion or abiding place, which offers the idea of God being our home. There is a beautiful fullness in this metaphor, for home is always dear to our hearts, whether it is the humblest of cabins, a mansion or the smallest of attic rooms. Even more dear to us, however, is our blessed God in whom we live and move and have our being.

Home is where we rest and relax after the tiring labor of the day. Likewise, our hearts find rest in God and our soul dwells in peace . . . we can let our guard down, not fearing we will be misunderstood . . . we can freely communicate with Him, completely laying open all our hidden desires.

Studylight.org, Clarkes Commentary: "'Everlasting arms.'  As the arm is the emblem of power, and of power in a state of exertion, the words here state that an unlimited and unconquerable power shall be eternally exerted in the defense of God's Church, and in the behalf of all those who trust in Him."

His Everlasting Arms. Our shelter. Our retreat. Our abiding refuge. He is the only unshakeable refuge. We all know and love to sing "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms," written by Elisha A. Hoffman in 1887. Join me on the fourth verse: "What have I to dread, What have I to fear, Leaning on the Everlasting Arms? I have blessed peace With my Lord so near, Leaning on the Everlasting Arms."

We have nothing to dread, and nothing to fear. Our God is near, and He has Everlasting Arms!

Biblehub.com, Benson Commentary: "The Almighty power and infinite goodness of God, which protects and comforts all that trust in Him, in their greatest straits and distresses."

"The Lord is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in him." Nahum 1:7

By His Grace . . . 

Wishing on a Star

Christopher A. Mills Photography

Houlton Maine

 “Why wish on a star when you can pray to the one who created them.”

Think Positive Power

I saw this quote on the "Think Positive Power" Facebook page and then pulled up some resources online to see what was said about it.

Of course, most of us, from our earliest days of childhood, were told to make a wish on a star. The song "When You Wish Upon a Star" is from the 1940 adaption of Pinocchio by Walt Disney. The song is also popular at Christmas time.

I'm sure some of us still wish upon a star, but hopefully we all are well aware of the fact that stars don't make wishes come true. Only God can do that. Most of us are aware of this Scripture verse:

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving,

present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will

guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."

Philippians 4:6-7

Following are words from two web pages about this quote:

picturequotes.com: "Wishing upon a star has been a common practice for centuries, with people believing that their wishes will come true if they make them while looking up at a star-filled sky. However, the idea of wishing upon a star raises the question: Why put your faith in a distant, lifeless object when you can pray to the one who created it?

"Stars have long been a source of wonder and inspiration for humanity. Their twinkling lights in the night sky have captivated people's imaginations and led them to believe in the power of wishes. but stars are simply balls of gas burning millions of miles away in the vast expanse of space. They have no consciousness, no ability to grant wishes or fulfill desires. So why do we put our hopes and dreams in something so distant and impersonal?

"On the other hand, praying to the One who created the stars -- God -- makes much more sense. Believers trust in [God] who is all-knowing, all-powerful, and all-loving. They believe that God is actively involved in their lives and has the ability to answer their prayers. By praying to God, they are putting their faith in a being who can truly make a difference in their lives."

crosswalk.com, Alexis A. Goring: "God is the Creator of all those billions of brilliant stars we see shining bright against the backdrop of the midnight blue sky. The Bible says He knows each one by name (Isaiah 40:26) just like He knows each of us by name. So why would we whimsically pray to the creation when we can talk directly to the Creator?"

The next time you look up at our beautiful sky and see the bright shining stars, instead of wishing on them, why not thank God for such a beautiful creation. Then ask Him for your wish!

By His Grace . . . 

What a day!

 

“How wonderful, at evening, to be able to say,

“What a day, Lord! What a day! Because I could pray.”

P. J. Wolz

 Years ago I was typing words that a friend’s grandfather wrote, making a book for her. The above words caused me to pause then and continue to have me pause every time I see them. A saint filled with God’s Spirit who was thankful He could pray.

Do I feel that way? At the end of the day, am I thankful I had the chance to talk with God? Her grandfather’s words continue to make me shiver in excitement. In possibility. In desire.

I want to catch the joy this man had. The relationship He shared with God. The happiness that filled His heart because He could talk to God.

I am thankful I can talk with God, but I haven’t realized it in this way. To come to the end of my day and be thankful that I can talk with God.

I see a simple life. Doing simple things. Regular work each day. A home to come to and rest. And thankfulness to God.

We can talk with God any time and know He hears and guides us. But our lives are so crowded with “things” that we miss the simplicity of talking with God any time we want too.

 Ephesians 6:18

“And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people.”

Biblerepository.com: “Ephesians 6:18 provides insight into the vital role of prayer in the lives of believers . . . This isn’t just about a one-time prayer; it speaks to a continuous, active communication with God. This ongoing dialogue with our Creator is our lifeline, helping us stand firm in our faith . . . The phrase ‘Praying always with all prayer and supplication’ indicates that we should be in constant communication with God. This means both thankfulness and asking for guidance or help. Throughout scripture, prayer is presented as a way to deepen the relationship we have with God. In 1 Thessalonians 5:17, Paul urges believers to ‘pray without ceasing,’ which captures the essence of this ongoing conversation.”

“How wonderful, at evening, to be able to say,

“What a day, Lord! What a day! Because I could pray.”

I made a sign with these words so that I see them each day. I want to feel this in my heart each evening and thank God as this man did. What a day indeed!

By His Grace . . .