... Born Is The King ... by Hillsong

Christmas is coming  ... make a Joyful sound ... let His Praise resound ...

... Psalm 19 ...

                    

 Psalm 19

The heavens declare the glory of God;
   the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
   night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
   no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
   their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
 It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
   like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens
   and makes its circuit to the other;
   nothing is deprived of its warmth. 

 The law of the LORD is perfect,
   refreshing the soul.
The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy,
   making wise the simple.  The precepts of the LORD are right,
   giving joy to the heart.
The commands of the LORD are radiant,
   giving light to the eyes.  The fear of the LORD is pure,
   enduring forever.
The decrees of the LORD are firm,
   and all of them are righteous. 

  They are more precious than gold,
   than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
   than honey from the honeycomb.  By them your servant is warned;
   in keeping them there is great reward.  But who can discern their own errors?
   Forgive my hidden faults.  Keep your servant also from willful sins;
   may they not rule over me.
Then I will be blameless,
   innocent of great transgression. 

May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart
   be pleasing in your sight,
   LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer. 

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... sometimes ...

Dear God,

... sometimes God ... I just don't get what goes on in my head ... and I serious am glad you do ...

... some days are switched on ... I am listening and following and clear ... stepping out into what you are asking of me ... YES YES YES

... and the next day ... I am making excuses and saying NO to your voice ... then justifying why I said NO to your lead ... murky sludgy ... what is going on Teena ... 

 

... but my resolve is to keep on keeping on ... through the good and the bad days ...

Love ya always

Teena

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... heart words ...

Hey God, 

" Do not be quick with your mouth,

do not be hasty in your heart

to utter anything before God.

God is in Heaven

and you are on earth'

so let your words be few."

Ecclesiastes 5 : 2 

... my heart is wanting more of you ... i just have to keep building on small steps ... i don't want to get lost in my own selfish agenda ... I want a clear vision of you and your voice ...

Love ya always 

Teena

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... spend time in His courts ...

 

Dear God,

... while in China I was listening to what you were saying to me ... from every angle I was hearing you say ...

- I am listening - Are you still praying -

I now know that the coming year will be a year of prayer.  Being prayerful in everything I do. 

"When Moses went into the Tent, the pillar of cloud would always come down and stay at the entrance of the Tent while the Lord spoke with Moses. Whenever the people saw the pillar of cloud at the entrance of the Tent, they stood and worshiped, each person at the entrance of his own tent."

Exodus 33 : 9 - 10

 

Love you beyond belief

Teena

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... laughter ...

Hey God,

... nothing beats a good belly laugh ... the kind of laugh that is stomach crushing and sends tear rolling down your cheeks ...

 thanks mate ... you are the bestest ever ...

Love ya always

Teena

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... last supper ...

Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci

... don't get stuck ...

Dear God, 

thanks for reminding me how important it is to not get stuck  ... stuck in a frozen cold heart ... stuck in indifference ... I don't want to be the sad old grumpy lady ... help me to always be open and available ... help me to be the person who takes the time to listen ... help me to be the person that says YES ... 

 

... cant live without you and your Love ... 

Love ya always

Teena

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... only for a while ...

Dear God,

How could it be possible that after years of reading my bible ... at church this Sunday I heard this verse for the first time ... or maybe my ears and understanding finally let me hear it.  Thank you for sharing this revelation at church ... you are the best.  

Sometimes when we do the right thing but feel bad because people react in a way that is uncomfortable ... it is good to remember that this will pass ... the uncomfortable will fade and the time will show a a new way forward.

 I know I distressed you greatly with my letter. Although I felt awful at the time, I don't feel at all bad now that I see how it turned out. The letter upset you, but only for a while. Now I'm glad—not that you were upset, but that you were jarred into turning things around. You let the distress bring you to God, not drive you from him. The result was all gain, no loss. 

Distress that drives us to God does that. It turns us around. It gets us back in the way of salvation. We never regret that kind of pain. But those who let distress drive them away from God are full of regrets, end up on a deathbed of regrets. 

And now, isn't it wonderful all the ways in which this distress has goaded you closer to God? You're more alive, more concerned, more sensitive, more reverent, more human, more passionate, more responsible. Looked at from any angle, you've come out of this with purity of heart. And that is what I was hoping for in the first place when I wrote the letter. My primary concern was not for the one who did the wrong or even the one wronged, but for you—that you would realize and act upon the deep, deep ties between us before God. That's what happened—and we felt just great. 

2 Corinthians 7:8-11

Love ya always

Teena

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... words that awaken memories ...

Dear God, 

As you know I take a long time to read a book ... but one thing I do love, is savoring the words ...

Especially when they are words that awaken memories of my past or words that set a picture in my mind.

I am reading The Help by Kathryn Stockett ... and love this paragraph ... 

"I push open the metal door, get a cart, and put Mae Mobley up front, stick her legs through the holes. Long as I got my white uniform on, I'm  allowed to shop in this Jitney.  I miss the old days, when when you just walk out to Fortification Street and there be the farmers with they wheelbarrows calling out, "Sweet potatoes, butter beans, string beans, okra.  Fresh cream, buttermilk, yellow cheese and eggs."  But the Jitney ain't so bad.  Least they got the good air-conditioning."

there is something about a supermarket ... no matter which country or which decade we live ... 

... the urge for old ways to return ... the idea of locally grown vegetables ... grown by people you know ... and community ...

Love ya always 

Teena

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