Father I’am Tired!!

Storm Clouds and Sun 12-7-2011“Father, I am tired!”

“Sometimes I think I can’t take it anymore!”

“The pain I feel is beyond my strength, but you are my strength in these times, like David, of old, who else can I turn to but you!”

“In the times that my mind says give in, give up, let go, my heart cries out and you are there!”

“Lord, take the times of pain, of hurt and use them to honor You, to exalt You. I thank you that I no longer run from you but to You!”

“You are always there, even when I don’t “see you” or “feel you,” nevertheless you are there with arms open, to take me into your arms, to let me lay my head on your shoulder, that you hold me tight, as the tears flow, you feel my pain, my hurt, my wounds, my fears.”

“You let me know, it’s all right, that I will make it through this, that your purposes are being accomplished and that brings joy to my heart, to know that our relationship is not based on how I feel but on Your Word, that it was all taken to the cross so that we might be one!”

“You sing songs to my heart, that go deep and bring healing within, that brings comfort and helps me to endure the dark nights of the soul, to walk through the valleys and to climb the mountains together, knowing, that you walk side by side with me.”

“Father, I know many of my friends who are reading this are going through pains, through hurts, through things that seem impossible, but let them know, as you have let me know, that you are here right beside us, leading us, guiding us. Help us to hold onto your hands.”

Father help us to remember Psalm 23:

Psa 23:1-6 A Psalm of David. Jehovah is my shepherd, I do not lack, (2) In pastures of tender grass He causeth me to lie down, By quiet waters He doth lead me. (3) My soul He refresheth, He leadeth me in paths of righteousness, For His name’s sake, (4) Also–when I walk in a valley of death-shade, I fear no evil, for Thou art with me, Thy rod and Thy staff–they comfort me. (5) Thou arrangest before me a table, Over-against my adversaries, Thou hast anointed with oil my head, My cup is full! (6) Only–goodness and kindness pursue me, All the days of my life, And my dwelling is in the house of Jehovah, For a length of days! (1898 YLT)

Later,

Paul

 

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A Little Light

Writing by Oil Lamp

Back in 2004, when I was living in Junction, Texas, I woke up at around 03:30 in the morning. I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I got up and went out to the front porch, which was screened in and as I sat down and lit the oil lamp, the thought came to me how when it was lit, the darkness around me disappeared.

I thought of Psalms 119:105 “Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.”

Though there was darkness, the porch was lit up from the soft glow of the oil lamp and I was able to see everything. It was all brought into the light so that I would not stumble or fall or trip over anything in my path.

That is what it is like when we come to the Lord, a light is lit within and it begins to expose those things that need to be dealt with in our lives so that the Lord can bring the changes that are so necessary.

But the light does more than expose things, it illuminates the way before us. The Word of the Lord is a lamp unto our feet, showing us the way to walk and guiding us in the paths of the Lord. Light is an important aspect in our life.

The light keeps us from falling into the traps that the enemy sets before us. Keeps us aware of his tactics. Light also shows us the beauty of things around us, that we can see the Lord reflected in so many things.

It is up to us as to how much light we want to shine forth. As I adjusted the wick, I could get the flame so small that you could barely tell there was any light at all, but as I adjusted the wick it got brighter and brighter and eventually the whole porch and surrounding area was covered with the radiance of the light, of its glow.

So what do you want to do with the light of Christ? Do we hide it under a bushel? Keep it for ourselves, not to share it or do we set it on the table and let it shine forth and adjust it to get the maximum light, not so low you barely see it.

Let us adjust the light for its maximum effectiveness, to allow the Lord to adjust the light within, that we will give off a light that will make it easier for others to see that in the midst of a world full of darkness, there is hope, there is a way.

To give hope to those around us and to shine forth and truly reflect the light of the Lord. To reflect the reality of who He is.

Till later,

Paul

 
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Every Day A Gift

TheMayorAuthor LookDrinking a cup of Tully’s House Blend Extra Bold, that should wire me up for the rest of the evening. Been a little under the weather so I am just relaxing a little, reading, writing some and hopefully will post something soon.

Sometimes it is easy to allow ourselves to get sidetracked, get into a rut, so glad that I am reading “Imagination @ Work” by Alton Gansky. It has been a real good kick-start to remind me why I write :-)

Everyday is a gift, to be enjoyed one day at a time, we cannot go back but we sure can move forward, knowing each day is an opportunity to rise, take a breath, hoping each day, we can touch the lives of others by the words we write, that we speak, that we can lift up and build up others as they walk this path called life.

I am thankful for my family, my children and grandchildren, for those that the Lord has put into my life, my friends online and offline, those that I have met over the years in the coffee shops, especially The Rev!

Have a great weekend everyone,

Paul aka The Mayor :-)

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Warrior Is A Child

                    

Me and Elise 2AHi family and friends,

 Sorry that I have not been online lately, been under the weather, been to the doctor, have some tests, etc coming up over the next couple of months. Seems like most of this year I have been fighting health issues, which seems to drain my strength and side effects of medication cause a lot of drowsiness.

Would appreciate your prayers for all of this. It is a battle, a spiritual battle that we fight daily. I want to be the warrior, writer, that I am meant to be and to yield it all to the Lord, to The Father.

This song by Twila Paris, that I have listen to many times over the years and it still speaks to be, still applies, and it might apply to you too, take the time to listen to the words, really listen:

Lyrics For Warrior is A Child -To Watch The Video Just Click!

Lately I’ve been winning battles left and right 

But even winners can get wounded in the fight 

People say that I’m amazing Strong beyond my years 

But they don’t see inside of me I’m hiding all the tears 

And they don’t know that I go running home when I fall down
They don’t know who picks me up when no one is around 

I drop my sword and cry for just a while ‘Cause deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child  Unafraid because His armor is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I’m amazing Never face retreat
But they don’t see the enemies That lay me at His feet 

And they don’t know that I go running home when I fall down They don’t know who picks me up when no one is around I drop my sword and cry for just a while  ‘Cause deep inside this armor The warrior is a child And they don’t know that I go running home when I fall down 

They don’t know who picks me up when no one is around I drop my sword and look up for a smile ‘Cause deep inside this armor
Deep inside this armor
Deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child

The Warrior Is A Child lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

May it touch you as much as it touches me and reminds me, that I rest in Him, that He is always there, that it is alright to go running back to Him, even in tears, for He will pick us up and strengthen us for battle again!

Blessings and Prayers, Family and Friends, you are the best,

Paul
aka The Mayor :-)

 

 

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Broken – Wounded – Worn

This picture was taken my friend Diane Johnson

As I looked at the picture of this tree that my friend Diane Johnson took when she was in Dallas, Texas area, I began to see a story, one that I could identify with!

As I looked at this tree I saw a reflection of life. Of battles won and lost. To see the storms of life, of being torn apart, yet in spite of it all, it still stands, its roots deeper, of holding on and not letting go!

I began to think, to realize, that in spite of the battles, the storms, cancer, the pain and other events of life, I still stand, my roots go down deep. That I am anchored in the Lord, in the word, then I have learned to be myself in Christ.

To realize that our walk with the Lord is relational, it is real and it enables us to be who we are in Christ, that enables me to be the father, grandfather, friend, brother, writer, a cancer survivor, a husband again?

I know that I am not the same man I was 10 years ago. That I have and I am still learning what it means to walk with the Lord one day at a time. It is very relational and it is what the Father and the Lord wants, to be one with us daily.

Where are you anchored? Where are your roots? Do you look in the mirror and see those battle scars, those wounds and realize that in spite of it all, you are still rooted and anchored in the Lord. That you, that I will be restored, that our hope rests in Him.

As I look at this tree, I see someone, who like this tree is broken, stripped, yet is still stands, it reaches up towards the sun, that even towards the end of life is still reaches up!

May we stand, look up and remember that each day, each moment, each person in our life is a gift. May we reflect that hope, that spark of life, in our eyes. That it is not the outward, but the inward, the life of Christ, the Christ within that gives us hope, to press in and to press on.

That makes others want to know, what gives us that hope in spite of the wounds, the scars, it is the new life that we have that is seen. That it is not religion that we follow, it is our Lord Jesus Christ.

Till later,

Paul

 

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It’s Time!

Feather Pen

A pen of a warrior, a sword of the word, a word spoken forth,a life given out, a life restored, a word of rest, a word of hope, a time of intimacy, of drawing near, of embracing you!

A time of remembrance, a time of dwelling, a time of hearing, a time of pouring out, a time of walking side by side.

A time of knowing you Father, a time of resting in you, a time of sharing, a time of listening, a time of laughter, a time of tears, a time of hope.

A time to paint with the pen, a word spoken from your heart, a time of dwelling in the midst of your presence, a time of healing.

A time of birthing, of bringing forth, a time to declare that which is not, as it  where, a time to declare the way of the Lord!

A time is coming, is now upon us, drawing us, wooing us, molding us, creating us anew, a time is upon us to be one, as they are one!

Now is the time of coming forth, a time of fulfillment, of treasures hidden and gifts restored, a time of the outpouring of that which has been spoken!

A time of life, a time of revelation, a time of unveiling!

It is Time!!

Later,  

Paul

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Ouch, That Hurts!

Writing Lamp

Years ago, 2004, while still living in Junction, Texas, my friend Lewis, helped me to removed all the clutter from off my front porch .

A few weeks later, after church he came over to do some pruning and trimming, cutting away and removing a lot of dead limbs, things that where blocking a clear passage in my driveway, things that could do damage to a vehicle.

How often in our lives are there things that need to be pruned, cut away and removed, so that our hearts, our mind, our spirit will be open to the Lord, to our Father, to the Word?

We need to allow the Lord to prune and remove that which is not of Him so that we can grow properly. So we can heal and allow the Lord to apply the healing balm of His spirit to our life.

Pruning is not easy and yes there is some hurt to us. But never more than we can bear, even if at the time it may not seem so. The Lord will apply the balm of healing to our hearts, to our minds, to our spirit as we come into His presence and allow Him to work on us. To shape us, mold us and refine and heal us through the process of pruning!

Allow the Lord to prune, to cut away and remove all that is not of Him and allow Him to replace it with Himself.  

Allow the inner working of the Lord, the new man to come forth in your life this day.

Grow and be strong in the Lord and walk in His ways.

Later,

Paul

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