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Name: Jenna Gender: Female
Interests: My Lord Jesus Christ is number one because of what He for me on the cross. His continual care even though I am not perfect and even though I fall short, fills my heart with peace and fills my days with unending joy... There is no one more awesome than He.
Other interests includes Missions, my family's homestead, books, roses, Writing, and caring for His little ones. Expertise: Smiling Occupation: Encouraging all to honor God
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Member Since:
10/5/2006
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| For all of those loving Daddys out there... Happy Father's Day! DAD God took the strength of a mountain, The majesty of a tree, The warmth of a summer sun, The calm of a quiet sea, The generous soul of nature, The comforting arm of night, The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle's flight, The joy of a morning in spring, The faith of a mustard seed, The patience of eternity, The depth of a family need, Then God combined these qualities, When there was nothing more to add, He knew His masterpiece was complete, And so, He called it ... Dad | | |
| Its raining. Hard. But nothing could wash away the many tears that flood down her face, without end. Can you see her? She standing there, her hair dripping wet, her arms folded tightly around her shoulders... and she's crying. Her whole sweet heart is gaping with want, starving for something and yet nothing seems to come. Can you feel the depth of her pain? Nothing else seems to matter anymore, her porcelain heart is shattered and she just can't pick up the pieces and worse, she can't find anyone else to. Could this be you? Lord help us, it might have been many of us at some point and another. Wanting something that should have been freely given, like the love of a father, is not something that is wrong to want. By God's design, it is supposed to be. The sad part is, this is not how many young girl's grow up. In fact, 'Daddy' seems to be out of the scene in a lot of homes lately. Whether by separation, divorce, death, or even just doesn't seem to care, it still harms the same way... it still causes that young heart to bleed. Mixed emotions send us looking for someone to give our heart to. We may not do it on purpose, but with no Daddy, we have no Headcovering. And with no Headcovering, our hearts search for someone else to protect us or return the emotional need to feel loved. A very obvious choice and one that is often turned to is a young man. Cute, handsome, charming, and vocally loving as a brother, this dear boy's only intention may be to just be a friend. But to a deserted Maiden, we see a rescuer for our emotions, and our feelings and thoughts go the wrong way. Soon, it is often revealed that this young man is simply a friend and we break in pieces, shaken by our blind stupidity. We cry... hard. Nothing seems to matter. Nothing makes sense. We may even repeat these steps, still searching, still hoping, even if you have decided on courtship as opposed to dating, these steps can take place in your thoughts, in your heart. These steps are still so horrible to a torn young woman. There she is... there we are, crying. Tears more clearly seen than the pouring rain around her head as she screams "why?" and holds her arms tight. She's missing something. Can you see it? Can you see Him? In the sadness of her problems He was there. In the tearing of her heart, He was there. In searching for another, He was there. And in the pouring rain, He is still there although she forgot something very important. He IS ALWAYS THERE. The earthly Headcovering may have deserted, been taken, or abandoned his post, but there is one thing for sure that we can always count on and that is that God won't. God is our Heavenly headcovering. He knows how we feel. He knows what we're going through. And He knows what is to come. God is the one who can pick up all of the broken pieces. This is a call to trust, dear sisters. Trust that God has a plan for what seems like a shattered life. Trust that He'll get us through these endless tears if we look up to Him. By His stripes we are healed. Because of what He did for us on the cross, we have this awesome privilege to come before Him with all of our wants and needs. I would encourage all of you to lift your arms to a Father who will never leave you nor forsake you. And if you know someone struggling, encourage them to look to Him for guidance. Look to Him for that love that you were denied... for He gives so freely, and fulfills our every need. Cry your heart out and pray for that lost Daddy. But do not despair, for when you cry, remember who is ALWAYS there... and who will cry with you... through the pouring rain. "He will never leave you, nor forsake you." -Deuteronomy 31:6b
"And so we know and rely on the love God has for us; because God is Love..." 1 John 4:16a
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| Sometimes the end of this verse is easier said than done. To fully follow Jesus with all of you heart even if you leave everyone else behind, can be heartbreaking to think of. Especially if one of those people is someone you love so much. Maybe he's the guy of your dreams... maybe the girl of your heart. Maybe they are the one you've waited for, for so long. And yet, the Lord calls you apart. Why? Rest assured, friend, He has a plan. A perfect plan for your life, and tho it may be tough to say goodbye, tho it may be terrifying to leave all behind including that loved one, and tho you just can't see the reasons and can't see what's going on, if you trust in Him, He will direct your paths. Rest assured... He's the God of the Universe! He knows what He's doing. Leave your plans behind and look up, friends. Give yourself, commit your lives to follow Him... no matter where He may lead. "Tho none go with Me, still I will follow... No turning back... No turning back." "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding. In all you ways, acknowledge Him And He will make your paths straight." -Proverbs 3:5-6 | | |
| ~~~~~~~ "The ways of the Lord aren't something we should understand. We just need to trust, obey, and hold on to His hand." -Christina McDow ~~~~~~~
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| Dear friends, Mark Schultz has written this beautiful song below and I would like to share it with all of you. Please leave your thoughts on it. I pray that if the Lord has marriage planned in your life for you, that it will be just like this one: full of gentle, true love, under the grace and care of the Lord as you both serve Him together. Blessings and Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! ~Jenna Walking Her Home Looking back He sees it all It was her first date the night he came to call Her dad said son Have her home on time And promise me you’ll never leave her side He took her to a show in town And he was ten feet off the ground (Chorus) He was walking her home And holding her hand Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him Down that old road With the stars up above He remembers where he was the night he fell in love He was walking her home
Ten more years and a waiting room At half past one And the doctor said come in and meet your son His knees went weak When he saw his wife She was smiling as she said he’s got your eyes And as she slept he held her tight His mind went back to that first night (Chorus) He was walking her home And holding her hand Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him Down that old road With the stars up above He remembers where he was the night he fell in love He was walking her home
He walked her through the best days of her life Sixty years together and he never left her side A nursing home At eighty-five And the doctor said it could be her last night And the nurse said Oh Should we tell him now Or should he wait until the morning to find out But when they checked her room that night He was laying by her side Oh he was walking her home And holding her hand Oh the way she smiled when he said this is not the end And just for a while they were eighteen And she was still more beautiful to him than anything He was walking her home He was walking her home Looking back He sees it all It was her first date the night he came to call
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