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Lord what has our world come to?

Scars

"Scars remind us where we've been ... they don't have to dictate where we're going but sometimes things happen to tear those scars wide open again. It's in times like these that we must remind ourselves in whom our hope and healing is brought into fruition".

- RtB - 

Prayer is all I need.

Thank you.

Trouble

Ofttimes in our lives
Troubles come our way
Crashing upon us with vengeance
Leaving us with dismay
Even when everything
Comes crashing down all around
Know that when on Him we build
We have built on solid ground

Written By: Regina ten Brinke

Dear Lord

You know my heart Lord. You know I want to serve you in every area in my life. I want nothing more than to be a sunshine for you … to be the woman you described in your word.
I want to be a godly wife and mother. But I have to admit Lord that I feel overwhelmed with the task you have put before me. I am feeling very angry and frustrated. I don’t know what to do or how to respond and react to the everyday situations that arise. I feel that oft times I do and say the wrong things. I am not a very good light for you. Often I feel lost and alone. I feel like I am drowning.
Lord why must this life be so hard? Why can I not get a hang of anything? every time I feel like I have made a step forward I feel like I take 20 back. When will I ever find some resolution? Please Lord help me! Be my guide? Give me your strength to carry on and to trust you.
I pray this in your Holy name and ask you humbly to hold me in your loving arms and embrace me with your protection from the evil one.

Love your daughter

Be Thou My Answer

How can I know

When it’s your voice I hear?

How much longer will it be

Before you will feel near?

What must I do 

To earn your holy trust?

Can this ever be accomplished?

Will you always be just?

I don’t know where to go

Nor whom to seek!

I feel so abandoned 

And so very weak.

What I have learned 

About your unfailing loving call,

This is what my damaged heart

Needs beyond and above all.

I may never understand 

On this side of heavens gate,

But no matter what the outcome

I’ll trust you beyond that date.

Written by Regina ten Brinke

Butt prints in the Sand

A parody of Footprints in the Sand

One night, I had a wondrous dream;
One set of footprints there was seen.
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
"Those prints are large and round and neat,
But, Lord, they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in sombre tones.
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of-faith you would not know.
So I got tired and fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt,
Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."

-unknown-

QUIET #1 - An attempt at quiet time is not quiet

(SCENE: Mom enters, closes toilet lid, sits on it, down center, facing the audience, reading the Bible on her lap. Although all her children's lines a spoken from the wings, Mom delivers her lines toward the audience)
AMY -- (knocks on the door) I hafta go poddy.
MOM -- Amy? Amy, what are you doing up, you're not supposed to be up for an hour.
AMY -- Jeffy woke me up. I have to go poddy.
MOM -- Can't you use the other bathroom, sweety?. I'm doing my quiet time in here.
AMY -- Jeffy's in the other one... Oh, there he's out.
MOM -- Good. Now, you can both get back to bed. (looks up) thank you Lord. (closes her bible, gets down on her knees beside the chair, pulls out her prayer list)
MOM -- Heavenly Father, thank you for a wonderful husband and chil...
AMY -- Mom, Jeffy's going into the nursery.
MOM -- NURSERY?! NO! He'll wake up the...
BABY - Waaaaaaaaaaaa. Waaaaaaaaaaa. (cries continually)
MOM -- ...baby. Amy, can you get Jeffy out of the nursery and close the door. Maybe he'll go back to sleep. He's not supposed to get up for two hours.
AMY -- Yes, Mom.
MOM -- (putting down her prayer list) Father, every time I ask you for more patience, you give me another baby. Is that your answer to my prayer or is that your sense of humour?
BABY - (cries more obnoxiously)
MOM -- Lord, PLEASE, put little Johnny back to sleep.
BABY - (Stops crying)
MOM -- Thank you, Lord.
AMY -- Jeffy's out of the nursery and Johnny's sleeping, Mom.
MOM -- thank you, Honey.
AMY -- I'm going poddy now.
MOM -- (Rolling her eyes) Okay, Amy. Lord, here are the people in our church who are sick or injured and need your comfort and heal...
AMY -- Mom, Jeffy's combing Fido's fur with my tooth brush.
MOM -- Jeffy, please don't comb fido's fur with a tooth brush. Okay. where was I? Healing...Healing... Paul Johnson, Mary Matthews, and Barbara...
JEFFY- Mom, I'm hungry. When's breakfast?
MOM -- I'll be through here in a few minutes, Jeffy, right after my quiet time. Can you wait a few minutes for breakfast? (beat) Jeffy? (beat) Jeffy? Father, I pray for our church building program. I pray for a promotion for my husband Bob. I pray for a 20 pound weight loss for...
JEFFY- Mom, how many eggs do I need for waffles?
MOM -- Two. Father, I pray for a safe trip for Jean and Joe. A healthy pregnancy for Mary, a 20 pound weight loss for... WAFFLES? (wide eyed, doubles her speaking speed while standing and moving toward the exit) I pray for wisdom and guidance for the president of the United States, the governor and the mayor. I pray for peace in the Middle East and in central America.
BABY - Waaaaaaaaaa. (cries increasingly to end of sketch).
MOM -- I pray for the success of the teen ministry and for more grade-school- and preschool- Sunday school teachers. I pray for new curtains for the living room. But, Lord, please don't send me any more ... PATIENCE. Amen. (Exits)
-Bob Snook-

Children sure have a way of teaching us to be patient. I find myself often asking God for Patience and to "Hurry up about it"!