The Lord Is My Shepherd

In His love,
Deborah \0/

A response to worry

 

 

As I soak in His Presence....

a song comes to my heart.

When tempted to fear, fret, or worry....

Adore instead.

 

And my heart wells up in song to You

 

Father, I adore You,

lay my  l i f e  before You,

how I love You.

 

Jesus, I adore You,

lay my  l i f e  before You,

how I love You.

 

Spirit, I adore You,

lay my  l i f e  before You,

how I love You.

 

Over and over I sing to You.

I adore You.

All my life is You.

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In His love,

Deborah xo



Turn

 

It's a new year....

time to turn the page..fresh for a new beginning.

So turn..

turn my heart

O Lord...

turn our hearts

 O Lord.

Let my name,

 our names

bring honour to the Lamb.

 

All my heart,

Deborah

\o/

You are for me

 

In His love,

Deborah  \0/

He whom the Son sets free is free indeed

 

 There is power in the name of Jesus

There is power in the name of Jesus
There is power in the name of Jesus

To break every chain
Break every chain
Break every chain

All sufficient sacrifice

So freely given
Such a price
Bought our redemption
Heaven's gates swing wide

There is power in the name of Jesus
There is power in the name of Jesus
There is power in the name of Jesus

To Break every chain
Break every chain
Break every chain

There's an army rising up

There's an army rising up
There's an army rising up

To Break every chain
Break every chain
Break every chain

  There is power in the Name of Jesus

to break every chain,

break every chain,

break every chain.

~

*If you are reading this now, please pray for God to break the chains

of one I love dearly...thank you so much*

Trusting Him,

Deborah \o/ 

Creator God

Open my eyes...
that I might  see  the beauty 

you are creating within

In His love,

Deborah \0/

The least of these...

My thoughts were drawn today,
while in the quiet, of a time in my life when our Lord had asked me if I would visit the lonely.
I said yes and for the next 4 years
I visited ones that He led me to
in a nursing home in my city.
A few of them gave their hearts to Him before they left this earth and I am forever grateful that He called them to Himself and asked me to be His hands, His feet.
When I visited I have to tell you, that there were sights that were not always so pretty or clean.  There were a few floors in this home for the Aged, and it seemed like, as you went to the upper levels, the care they received wasn't as good.
This saddened me, and it just seemed like the care for their bodies and souls were so lacking.
Visits from family members were often few and far between and some had no family that would come and see them.

I was at a friends home one day back then, and I was looking at some tracts that I loved to read,
and as I read one...it spoke of  visiting the elderly and how sometimes some may appear as if they haven't been taking care of themselves. There was either a photo or something said about dirt under their fingernails  ....it went on to say that whatever you do to the least of these, that you did unto Me.
I have to tell you that I dropped to my knees in that moment and wept and wept because the Lord spoke by His Spirit into the depths of my heart. It is He that is hidden underneath those sad eyes, the dirty fingernails, the lonely, the broken.

What a privilege it was He had given me to take His love & light to those dark, lonely places...
and to bring His Word, love & hope. I brought my Bible with me and read to the ones who would open their hearts to hear His Word, and if not, just to be there and love them right where they were.
 I heard this song today, not even a few hours after God had reminded me of that moment and how He told me that it was Him I was really visiting and caring for...

Jesus

When we love the least
When we love the weak
When we love these
We love Jesus

Jesus brings a meal for tips
Jesus trying hard to quit
Jesus raising two alone
Jesus drives a heavy load


When we love the least
When we love the weak
When we love these
We love Jesus

Jesus with worn wrinkled hands
Jesus sows a patch of land
Jesus hides a tattooed arm
Jesus keeping dinner warm


Jesus waves a foreign flag
Jesus wrings a washing rag
Jesus leans on prison bars
Jesus swinging in my yard

(Written by Shaun Groves)


Thank you Jesus for loving each one of us, seeking us out, and sending your own to bring Your love...
You love us that much.


Your handmaiden,
Deborah \0/