I suppose you are wondering if the euphoria of being healed wore off after a few weeks,
Thursday, 30 June 2016
Tuesday, 25 August 2015
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Aylett had been clinging to the feet of the King every blessed minute since returning to the Glass Castle. How he had patience with her, I now not, but she said ‘sorry’ countless times without feeling the desired peace and joy she had known formerly.
One day Iris beckoned to her.
“Come with me, you have been holed up in the castle too long and your face has grown wan and sad.”
Aylett gazed anxiously at the King and communicated silently with Him. Is this the voice of the tempter?
Go and my Presence will be with thee. Aylett could hardly believe her ears. She looked at Iris but could tell she hadn’t heard the secret message. She looked worriedly at the King but He seemed to be smiling in approval, so hesitantly followed her friend into the bright, clean out of doors.
The guard spoke jovially to them as he lowered the sky tram and wished them a good day.
Aylett bit her lip and wondered why he didn’t caution them against straying from the Path of Righteousness.
After they had walked awhile, Iris remarked that the road was much smoother than the last time they had gone for a jaunt.
“Oh, I,I hadn’t even noticed,” Aylett stammered, “I was too busy looking for snakes.”
“Oh don’t worry about the snakes,” Iris linked her arm into Aylett’s. “We sounded the alarm loud and clear with our shrieking last time and the workmen have been busy upgrading the road ever since. The chance of even seeing a snake is one in a million."
“And it would be me that would trip on it,” Aylett sighed woefully.
Iris turned to face her friend squarely. “What ails you, my friend,” she asked? “You haven’t been yourself lately.”
Aylett hung her head, and scuffed her toe against the rocks.
Iris lightly touched her shoulder. “C'mon, you can tell me.”
When Aylett’s tears started to flow Iris brushed them away with hr hanky then handed it to her petite companion.
“Is it because we went to the Enchanted Forest?”
Aylett nodded, “I feel so bad…”
“Aylett, do you know that isn’t really the Enchanted Forest? This whole area belongs to the King of Love. The guard told me that one day."
Aylett’s eyes widened with an amazed ‘are you kidding me’ look. “Then why did we get lost? Why did the insects pester us so?”
“Because we went on our own, we didn’t follow our guide; because we lingered too long.”
Aylett took a deep breath. “Are you wishing to go again?”
“Only if you want to. I think you should try to get over your fears.”
“It takes a lot of faith to, to step over that stile and enter that site once again. I don’t know if I am brave enough.”
“Here we are. Doesn’t it look beautiful in the light of the rising sun?”
Aylett nodded uncertainly.
“Let’s use our charming whistles and ask for a guide.”
They both did so but Iris privately thought that Aylett blew harder and longer than was strictly necessary on the delicate instrument.
Almost immediately Aylett saw a glimpse of shining wings that reassured her and seemed to be showing them what path to take. Iris didn’t receive any physical assurance of His Presence but neither did she need it.
As the day grew warmer, Iris was pleased to notice that Aylett was cautiously at first, but then more freely shedding her fears.
Because they were attentive to their guide they had lots of fun, made some new friends who were pleasant and cheerful, and all around had a good time.
When the Guide beckoned them to come back to the Castle because it was growing late, it was Aylett of all people who wasn’t quite ready.
“We don’t want to get lost like last time,” Iris said half-jokingly.
“Oh, no, no,” Aylett exclaimed and skipped over to join her chum.
The path through the darkening forest was beautiful and inviting, and Aylett felt safe following the now visibly glowing presence of their guide.
“Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go,” They sang and faintly in the distance could hear the other girls join in,
Anywhere, anywhere, fear I cannot know, Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go.”
How do you like this addition to the story? Were you disappointed with how part one ended? If so why or why not? Does this seem like a realistic example of what Christian life could or should be like?
Monday, 10 August 2015
I don’t suppose it would be very much fun being locked up in a dungeon, would you? As a matter of fact I can’t think of one thing pleasant about it. Just listening to the background noises would be quite disturbing to say the least. Hear all that screaming? Without a doubt someone is getting a beating with far more stripes than most crimes could ever warrant. Then of course there is the bitter quarreling, curses and terrible groans of agony…and the mean, nasty, long teethed rats…
Enough for the sounds: what about the smells? Maybe we shouldn’t even go there, it reeks like, like an old fashioned outhouse . Enough said, right, because there are people living in that filth.
There’s plenty of prisoners confined tonight in those dreadful quarters and it is pitch dark. No one can see their hand, even if they put it right in front of their face. That is enough miseries right? But things are about to get worse. The whole stone building begins to tremble and shake, and this is in the black of night, mind you. All other sounds are drowned out by the blood curdling screams of a hundred captives.
When the ruckus dies down a bit, the strangest sound can be heard. It is of singing. Singing? In a dungeon? In the dark of night? During an earthquake? Yes, and it was as soothing as a canary’s melody in a coal mine.
Who are those singing under such dire circumstances? It is Paul and Silas., not that you can see them, mind you, but they are the two confined by stocks.
I also am confined against my will. It is the prison of my flesh which urges me to do things I really shouldn’t, and makes it difficult to soar like an eagle to heights of power and victory in Jesus like I long to. Someday my chains also will be loosened and so, meanwhile I can sing in prison!
Acts 16:23-26 www.biblestudytools.com/kjv/
Sunday, 19 July 2015
I serve such a wonderful king. Every morning about five thirty, I get to have an appointment with Him. The thing is I know He has millions of other subjects and billions of other concerns to attend to, but when my soft musical alarm chimes, I feel such a drawing to the throne room of Adonai.
How can it be that He makes me feel so special? How can it be that He can make me feel like I am the only one in the universe and that He loves me so much? I know every single one of you can and hopefully do feel the same way. Regardless of what time of day you send a prayer dart His way He is sure to catch it,
Make an appointment early in the morning. Don’t worry, it won’t interrupt my time. There is something about the dawning of a new day which is so…perfect for meeting with our beloved Saviour and Guide because there aren’t so many distractions, yet.
Here’s my formula, but maybe something else will be more satisfying for you.
I head to the recliner in the living room, put my feet up, and let the warmth of His presence flow over me. He feels so real, so kind and it’s a great time to thank Him for always being there. We travelled part way across Canada this summer, but He was there ever km (mile) of the way. We went to Africa last summer and lo He was still so close. How can I feel fear of anything for very long with the blessed assurance of His comforting presence?
After praising Him for a few minutes it’s time to look up a topic in our chain reference Bible or continue on a topic I had been studying other mornings. I find a verse, and invariably the surrounding verses catch my attention also. Soon I haul out the good old Matthew Henry’s commentary and more wonderful jewels are uncovered for the day.
Of course during this devotional time there is plenty of opportunity during meditation to share with the Father whatever burdens or decisions might be weighing on my mind.
I know Adonai is never in a rush, but unfortunately I have to have a different time schedule. Writing this is encroaching on my ‘sweet hour of prayer’. I want to quickly send this off so I can worship at the feet of our holy Adonai. Meet me there!