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Thursday, February 9, 2012

12/02/09 Selah - Faithful One, and C.S. winter


Listening to Selah “Faithful One” and reading Charles Spurgeon from 12/01/09 evening reading.
I meditate on them both for they speak to me.  it is a comfort to know that my being here is not different than others.

Selah “Faithful One”

I have no hope within
To call my own
For I am frail of heart,
My strength is gone
But deep within my soul
Is rising up a song
Here in the comfort of
The Faithful One

I walk a narrow road
Through valleys deep
In search of higher ground
On mountains steep
And though with feet unsure
I still keep pressing on
For I am guided by
The Faithful One.

Faithful, faithful to the end
My true and precious Friend
You have been faithful
Faithful, so faithful, to me

I see your wounded hands
I touch your side
With thorns upon your brow
You bled and died
But there’s an empty tomb
A love for all who come
And give their hearts to You
The faithful one

Faithful, faithful to the end
My true and precious Friend
You have been faithful
Faithful, so faithful, to me

And when the day is done
And when the race is won
I will bow down before
God’s only Son
And I will lift my head
In praise for all You’ve done
And I will worship You
My faithful One.

Faithful, faithful to the end.
So faithful, faithful to the end.
I find no hope within to call my own
Oh faithful, faithful
My faithful friend, to the end
My strength is gone
There is a soul precious
Faithful with my soul
Oh Holy One, Holy One

Charles Spurgon
"Thou hast made summer and winter."—Psalm 74:17.
MY soul begin this wintry month with thy God. The cold snows and the piercing winds all remind thee that He keeps His covenant with day and night, and tend to assure thee that He will also keep that glorious covenant which He has made with thee in the person of Christ Jesus. He who is true to His Word in the revolutions of the seasons of this poor sin-polluted world, will not prove unfaithful in His dealings with His own well-beloved Son.
Winter in the soul is by no means a comfortable season, and if it be upon thee just now it will be very painful to thee: but there is this comfort, namely, that the Lord makes it. He sends the sharp blasts of adversity to nip the buds of expectation: He scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes over the once verdant meadows of our joy: He casteth forth His ice like morsels freezing the streams of our delight. He does it all, He is the great Winter King, and rules in the realms of frost, and therefore thou canst not murmur. Losses, crosses, heaviness, sickness, poverty, and a thousand other ills, are of the Lord's sending, and come to us with wise design. Frosts kill noxious insects, and put a bound to raging diseases; they break up the clods, and sweeten the soul. O that such good results would always follow our winters of affliction!
How we prize the fire just now! how pleasant is its cheerful glow! Let us in the same manner prize our Lord, who is the constant source of warmth and comfort in every time of trouble. Let us draw nigh to Him, and in Him find joy and peace in believing. Let us wrap ourselves in the warm garments of His promises, and go forth to labours which befit the season, for it were ill to be as the sluggard who will not plough by reason of the cold; for he shall beg in summer and have nothing.

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So

Pain and hurt and bitterness bring winter to my soul
Thundering clouds of apathy loom overhead
Threatening to drop their load on me
Icy winds of torment blowing hard about me
Deep silence chilling my heart with loneliness
Winter is here and it is cold
But I walk on

I am frail of heart, yes
And my strength is gone
Frozen and weary to the bone
No warmth left of my own
No desire to continue going forward
This winter is taking it’s toll
But I walk on

He is a covenant God
Who is faithful to His Word
It is needful to have seasons
And though my heart would faint
And though my body weakened gives in
And though my mind dulls and attempts to retreat
I walk on

Quiet heart, you no longer belong to me
There’s no joy for me in winter’s cold or night’s darkness
But it too was created by the Lord of Love
So does feeling override His Word?
Never! Let feelings be as feelings will.
He who is faithful and strong has willed it
And I walk on

And who am I to think
That my life is best - void of suffering?
If springtime only what rest would there be for creation?
How would restoration come about
It is needful for the seasons of this world and of life
In His purpose He has ordained it.
So I walk on

Through the deep snowdrifts of care
Upon slippery path of self disdain and dispair
Where I become again the center of myself
Only to be caught tossed about by the wind and thrown down hard
Eyes open at last again to the fact that these are not my feet
This is not my body, nor my eyes, nor my own heart
They are His, freely and honestly given
His hands, His mind, His mouth, His life
Nevertheless I live, yet not I but Christ in me
And so I walk on

You are a covenant God
You are a faithful Christ
You take me only where You Yourself have trod
As I walk in winter deep, cold and chilled to bone
From within the glow of Your heart as it beats in my body
I find warmth and it comforts me
And I walk on



Jeanne

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