May I - 2011

Thankful, Lord. Let this me be. 
Open my heart and allow me to see all of the Heaven you have manufactured in me. 
May I always remember your trek toward Calvary.
How you, in your final moments before Hell, thought of me. 
May I never lose my unquenchable love for your Holy Word.
Grant me the wisdom to never make a choice so blatantly absurd.  
May my arms stretch out toward you as I lift my heart with my hands
Thinking of my Dad in heaven that now, with the confidence of a lion, in the throne-room of God he stands.  
May I never forget how you removed the sting of death 
And in a time of tragedy, I was inhaling heaven with every single breath. 
Thankful, Lord. Let this me be as I examine all of my things.
Allow praises to escape these lips as I consider your provision. Of thankfulness my heart sings! 
May my gratefulness ever increase as I watch Roger from cancer be healed.
Allow me to have rightness of heart to know your touch is a covenant promise sealed. 
May I never take for granted the singing of my sister and my nephews.
May it be a sign from Heaven. God is in the details whispering, "I love yous."
May it always be a joy to serve you, Heavenly Father.
Remind me of how your Son served and remind me that I'm your daughter. 
May I never lose my desire to make my parents proud. 
Even when I'm ninety help me remember they are witnesses in that cloud. 
Keep that crooked smile developing on my face
Every time my dogs are incredibly annoying trying simply to get within my embrace. 
May I always hold with love and honor my Pastors and my church.
May I be ever grateful that I am not abandoned and on the search.  
Help me remember, Lord, how blessed I am to have friends that are sold to you.
Ever thankful. Ever so thankful to hold in my heart friendships so true. 
Let me always have that inner joy when I reflect on my cousins and my brother.
How they taught me to be tough and strong never fearing the strength of another. 
May I never forget the child you healed when she was only three.
That child dying with spinal meningitis. May I never forget the story of me! 
Remind me, Oh God, of the precious, Holy blood.
That in our most undeserved moments, it rushes over us like a flood. 
May I never forget what a privilege it is to minister to children.
Remind me everyday that I am in a position to teach, shape, mold, and heal them.May I never lose my zeal to love You.
Remind me always that there is none above You.
Thankful, Lord. Let this me be. 
Thankful ultimately unto the King.
And may that thankfulness reflect in all I say and do.
May my thankfulness bring a beautiful scent to you.
And if I ever begin to stink by the stench of selfishness that causes your people to hurt.
Remind me. Remind me, Lord, how you formed me from the dirt! 
Keep me aware that I am nothing without your power.
And if I begin to think otherwise, reveal to me my weakness that very hour.
I look up and these words I wish to say to the Creator of Heaven, "Thank You with all my heart."
May I never forget where my salvation journey had its start. 
More than anything, God, I want you to know that I love you.
I do, Lord. Above all else, I do.  

In the beginning, Jesus.

In the beginning God created and then later Paul stated that Jesus 
was there. 
All things were made through Him and to Him their praises they declare. 
God speaks and the valleys and peaks listen as He says aloud, "Let us make man look like us."
Then Jesus, you'll walk with them and talk with them. Many things you'll discuss. 
How in the beginning can we see the end? 
Written in Abel's blood was the story of the Son God would send.
As Abraham trudged up the hill to obediently kill his son,
We see the plan that would withstand to break God's heart as the story of redemption had begun. 
And then Melchizedek represented The High Priest, that after His resurrection would encompass us with peace. 
His life told of a story to come that Paul would one day preach hoping to save some. 
The Old Testament tells us of priests that never ceased to offer blood to remove the wrong. 
What a joy to know this was just a shadow of The Priest who would not cease until our sins were gone!
"The heel will be bruised but the head will be crushed."
Death, guilt, and pain would wash away when that red river rushed!
It is true that we find the end where the story had its start. 
Jesus is in Genesis, from day one, pursuing desperately after your heart. 

Tread here no more!

It dripped then it dropped until the ground it hit.
One thing I'm sure of is that it never stopped until the flow reached the pit. 
It hit the pavement and with purpose flowed to the land of the cursed. 
It sunk fast shouting, "All will be reversed!" 
It landed in hell so all knew well that a new day had begun.
Blood and water was released from the royal, guiltless Son. 
It seeped into the ground turning the dirt blood red 
reminding Satan of what in the beginning was said. 
"The heel will be bruised but the head will be crushed."
Death, guilt, and pain washed away as the red river rushed!
Time flipped and the wrath of judgement was lifted. 
In all the world, Heaven and Hell shifted. 
The enemy screamed as he watched the rush of blood.
His authority, his power, and his title was washing away with the flood. 
A thunderous clap resounded from heaven and pierced through his wicked soul.
In that moment, He knew the Father was taking back the keys he stole. 
As the blood dripped from a spotless King,
It was heard in the distance, "Death, where is your sting?"
He died, resurrected, and He lives forevermore. 
His flow ceases to stop. The forgiveness ceases to pour. 
More powerful than a raging sea, this red river is powerful enough for me. 
It surrounds me pleading my case.
The enemy must look through the blood when he looks at me. Behold, God's face!I take the blood and put it above my door.
The spirit of death came, saw, and screamed "She's covered by the Lamb! Tread here no more!"