Yield to the Shield

God’s not going to force His shield on you.  If you’re fighting it, He’ll withdraw.  He will wait until your heart is open to Him, but in the interim – o, forceful one – where is your shield?

YIELD TO OUR MASTER, and receive His blessings and benefits in protection for you. Learn to receive.  For, if you take the reins, it’s all on you, and you don’t know what you’re doing! Without Him, no one does…

Purple Cross and Shield for GSMYield to God’s Shield, beloved.  Yield, receive, and be glad. Amen.

More, Not “Less”

How can a people be reconciled to God unless someone is willing to be “of” their blood? The righteous must be willing to sacrifice for unbelievers, as Jesus did for all of us.

I used to feel “less” because some of my blood is French; because some of it is Negro; because some of it is Native American, and Irish.  These are nations hated by men and thought to be “less”.  How foolish was I!

The nation of Moab became part of the Royal Bloodline of Jesus the Christ; Ruth was of Moabite blood.  Despised and defiled, yet the hearts of all those given to Christ and His sacrificial love for us have been forgiven and purified, so God is not ashamed to call them “brethren”.

I love Jesus, my heart is His; this has been so since the day I surrendered at only nine years old. (That was a long time ago.) The righteousness of God in my heart is shed forth onto my bloodline of Native American, Negro, Irish, and French… none of them are truly “less”; nor am I for being “of” them in the flesh.  I love my God-given, earthly heritage.

In truth, it is “more” because I love Jesus, and His gift of obedience within me has reconciled many bloodlines in His Name.

“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works which God has before-ordained that we should walk in them.” (Eph. 2:10)

For “Jessica”

I was almost chagrined by Jessica coming out to the living room so early this morning.  I’d queued up an old Bette Davis movie, boiled water for tea, and thought I was going to have some of the daylight’s fledgling hours to myself; so when she emerged from the bedroom, I secretly shook my head and talked to God.

Then God caused me to realize that, in a while, she would be back to sleep… but this time, near me.  She is almost 19 but still such a little one at heart; she is sweet and precious for a 19-year-old having been exposed to the world through college.  The time spent with me (most important, in GOD’s Presence) has gotten almost all the poisons off of her… the cruel influences and ideologies of the world’s spiraling idiocies, folly, and weakness… and now she is a child again; that innocent child whom I’ve spent so much of my time influencing.  The child I dearly love.  That child loving God and loved by God, who the world truly hates.  Now she is my Jessica, and all is “at home and right” again between us and our hearts; for I know the One Whom her soul loves… my soul loves Him, too.

At present, she sleeps again as God said, and I’m glad to have her near me.  Merciful God, please keep her near Your tender heart in prayer, protection, faithfulness, and obedience… forever.

[I cover every word of this testimony in the Precious Blood of Jesus the Christ.  Amen.]