God will call you out of one life into another; rest assured. Be not dismayed if your emotions are suddenly calmed and so is your circumstance. Trusting in God always pays off.
The Lord looks on the condition of our hearts as it pertains to our emotional well-being far more than we realize. He knows that, if we are afraid or discouraged or discomfited, we will have a very hard time coming into His destiny for us. He does not want us ignorant or devoid of His trust. He does not want us focusing on the ways of this world, either.
Children, don’t be discouraged if “the world” doesn’t know your name.
Seek to “be known” by Heaven rather than earth. The God of all flesh never forgets, will always forgive, and His knowing of you will be proclaimed before all when you pass from death into new life.
Seek to be known by God.
Let Him bring you, joyously, from this life into another; His call on you won’t be misunderstood by those who have tasted life eternal, for He has called them, too. He will bring you out of Egypt into the Promised land; rest assured. Be not dismayed when you must get your house in order to leave behind the places which no longer hold your focus. Leave and be grateful for what He’s given you. Let the sunshine of God’s future rest upon your face. Don’t be afraid, dear children…
Trusting in God always pays off.
A word of encouragement can mean the difference between living and dying, giving up or holding on.
I am blessed to be part of the uplifting stream of strength that flows from the Father’s heart.
There’s so much sadness in this world; so much forlorn and pain and excuses… so much need for God.
One word of encouragement can sheath a razor, smother toxic fumes, and snap tight lids on pill bottles.
“Just tell me I’m truly of value! Tell me I’m truly of worth!” Tell them more than Jesus loves them – give them reasons why. Show them.
Give them truth in encouragement. It can break the embrace of lonely bridges and icy waters… and make a life worth living again.
Sonnets, stories, and books reside within all of us. They also reside within me.
They kiss each other and praise God the Father. They use wisdom and knowledge and understanding to find their way out of me.
I sing praise to the Lord for the praises in each of His children. I sing praise to Jesus for the love of the Father within me.
My sonnets bow with praise, my stories spout His forgiveness, and books fill the shelves of magnifications to His Name!
There’s a sonnet alive in all of us reaching passionately around the neck of the Father. And roses drop their petals at the mention of His Name.
“Praise to the Father, praise to the Son, praise to the Spirit – the Three Who are One. Praise He Who calls butterflies forth from cocoon, and died for our new life, and IS coming soon!”
Bring Your works up and out of me, O, God and let my pen praise You always in writing’s phrases and notebook pages, from now into Eternity.