The Colour of Your Heart

Red and yellow, black and white...they are precious in His Sight. Jesus loves the little Children of the world.

Some people can be so cruel. We are all created by God so why not show it. Who cares what someone looks like, what colour skin they have, whether they have glasses or they're from an exotic part of the world. Were all different. It's like saying, I can't like you cause you eat apples for lunch. Sounds dumb but that's exactly what prejudice is...dumb.

Colossians 1:25-27
I have become its servant by the commission God gave me to present to you the word of God in its fullness— the mystery that has been kept hidden for ages and generations, but is now disclosed to the saints. To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, wh...ich is Christ in you, the hope of glory.

Christ in me hope of Glory. Christ in me! This next story, I wrote based on a very famous part of scripture. A story Jesus told to his desciples describing to them who their neighbours are. Everyone, whether they are from Canada or Asia is our neighbours. And we should treat them all with the love and respect Jesus would if he was out walking on earth once again. Oh yeah, he is, walking in us and beside us. Christ in me, hope of Glory...



He was dressed in red. They had stripped off his clothes. Blood seeped through his open wounds; he lay on the ground…moaning. There was no one around. No one to hear his cries for help, No one to bear his pain but him. It was getting dark. He began to shiver as the warmth of the suns slowly disappeared. He had only seen two people pass by here in the past few hours. He could feel their cold, disgusted stares as they passed on, without even one thought of compassion. It was enough to bring tears to his eyes. Both were godly men. How could such godly man do something so hurtful…so ungodly? Surely, God would have helped him if God had passed by that day and saw him lying on the side of the road? Just as the sun slipped away for good, he slipped in to unconsciousness.

“Do you think he will be okay?”
“Hard to say, he should definitely stay the night. Who is he?”
“Don’t know, I found him like this just lying on the side of the road. Blood covered his body. He does not appear to have any money and I need to move on. I have a long journey ahead of me before morning. Here, keep him here as long as he needs, this should cover it…if it does not I will be passing through here in a few days. I will try to stop by to check on him I can give you any more money his bill asks for then.”
“You mean you don’t even know this guy.”
“Never seen him before in my life.”

When he awoke, it was warmer out than he remembered. Brighter too. He must have slept all night. However, something was strangely different. He thought he could hear the murmurs of people whispering off in the distant. Did he miss someone yet again? When was someone going to stop for him?

Just then, his eyes snapped wide open. He was no longer stranded and left to die on the side of the road. Instead, he found himself lying in a bed in an unfamiliar room. The room was sparsely furnished with just the single bed he lay on and one or two other pieces of furniture. On the other side of the room, two men stood quietly talking among themselves in low whispers. It was not long before one of the men hurriedly left the room.

“So how’s our patient?”
“Fine. Um…where am I? And how did I get here?”
“That kind man brought you. Did not appear to know you at all, said he found you lying unconscious on the side of the road. He had to go but not without strict instructions for you to stay here with me. He even was so kind as to pay your bill. Said he would be back in a couple of days to check up on you. Said he was traveling to his home town of Samaria ”

The man could not believe his ears. Such kindness this man showed even for an enemy. And he looked to be just an ordinary man. Not like the priests he had seen walk by him without even a look of empathy. What made this person different that he would go completely out of his way to help another person he did not even know and not to mention hated!

He felt a sharp pain in his head. He needed sleep. Closing his eyes, he thought about the previous day. How helpless he must have looked; dressed in red, naked, alone, and afraid for his life.

He opened his eyes to sudden movement in the room. Standing above him was the doctor with a glass of water.
“Here, drink this, it will refresh you.”
Taking the glass, he happened to glance at his reflection in the cool liquid. His eyes were puffy with redness. His cheeks were badly swollen to a purplish reddish color. He was a sight. Inhaling deeply he choked as a jab of pain shot up his ribs. He was just happy to be alive. Suddenly the redness of his bruised and bloody skin did not bother him all that much. For it was the redness of his heart that mattered, now. For it was no longer black with hatred…but full of love for all his neighbours that needed help…friends and enemies.

Be My Everything

"To whom God was pleased to make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory" (Col. 1:27).

What a great promise this song bring to us all. God is our everything, and he is everywhere...never will he leave us alone to get by ourselves. Without him where would we be? Read the lyrics of this song...It says all that needs to be said...

God in my living
There in my breathing
God in my waking
God in my sleeping



God in my resting
There in my working
God in my thinking
God in my speaking

Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything

God in my hoping
There in my dreaming
God in my watching
God in my waiting

God in my laughing
There in my weeping
God in my hurting
God in my healing

Christ in me
Christ in me
Christ in me the hope of glory
You are everything

Christ in me
Christ in me
Christ in me the hope of glory
Be my everything

HEALED

There are countless times we ask God for things, stuff, miracles. God loves it when we ask for something, when we rely on him for everything. He is our father, our heavenly father. There are many things I have asked God for. It is so easy to ask. Though the problem is we forget he knows everything already and he has a plan for anything. He has a plan for you. He knows just what he is doing. His timing is best. I may ask him for a miracle and sometimes I may go back and question him as to why he didn't give me a miracle and Why he didn't answer my prayer, but is that really fair to God?

The poem below is a story of a little boy. A little boy who didn't live very long after he was born. We were praying for him, praying for a miracle. Just not the miracle God wanted to give us. He chose to take that little boy home to raise him up directly in his presence. Though it wasn't what we asked, though we never saw the healing we wanted...I believe sometimes we need to stop and realize that just because our loved ones don't live, doesn't mean they were not healed. God loves us all so much. He wants us all to be with him. We need to consider it an honour when God chooses to take someone to live in Heaven with him instead of letting them grow up with us. We may weep, we may mourn, but in the end they are with God. In the end why not rejoice? In the end God loved him more then we ever could.

The following poem focuses on a type of healing we don't think enough about. We don't exactly get to see this little boy healed and fully restored, running with his savoir, but God healed him. In, fact I believe that right now, at this very moment, he just couldn't be happier. No more pain, no suffering, no fear, no crying or tears. He is dancing with angels, singing and laughing with the king of kings. Could we ask for much more?



Heaven has received a special gift
A little infant boy
Cute, cuddly, and very sweet
He brings God so much joy

Ever more in God’s presence
Forever in God’s arms
The angels sing him lullabies
And rock him back and forth

Always may he be
A very special boy
May it never be forgotten?
How safe and content he is
In our Lord and saviors arms of
Love and compassion

Laying down his little head
Across Jesus’ chest
He dreams sweet dreams
And plays and laughs
As little boys do best

Energy explodes from his body
As his tiny legs get up and run
He now plays on Heaven’s streets
Paved with golden paving stones

Down he looks to the earth
Through the window of your house
He sees his parents a little sad
But rejoicing greatly
For now their little boy
Is finally home to grow up
Forever in God’s house
Healed and free

Jesus Loves Me

Simple and powerful...I was huuming this song to myself one day last week when I suddenly got the urge to find out more about it...I absolutely love the first verse but I googled the song online only to find there are actually five verses and all equally as powerful. If you don't know the story behind this powerful song, it was written by a women who was asked to write something for a dying boy to cheer him up. Isn't it amazing how the simple things in life can end up being the most life changing. Here is the rest of this most beloved song. Read it and ponder it. It just might stir something up in you. It certainly did for me.



Jesus loves me! This I know,
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong.

Refrain:

“Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

“Jesus loves me! This I know,
As He loved so long ago,
Taking children on His knee,
Saying, ‘Let them come to Me.’

Repeat Refrain

“Jesus loves me still today,
Walking with me on my way,
Wanting as a friend to give
Light and love to all who live.

Repeat Refrain

“Jesus loves me! He who died
Heaven’s gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let His little child come in.

Repeat Refrain

“Jesus loves me! He will stay
Close beside me all the way;
Thou hast bled and died for me,
I will henceforth live for Thee.

Repeat Refrain

(Note: this next stanza from the original is commonly omitted in hymnals)

“Jesus loves me! Loves me still,
Though I’m very weak and ill,
That I might from sin be free
Bled and died upon the tree.”

AMEN...

I Had A Dream...

But the Lord said to him, “Go, for he is a chosen vessel of Mine to bear My name before Gentiles, kings, and the children of Israel.


I woke up this morning a little dissapointed. Though I was dissapointed, I couldn't help but feel some joy.

I had a dream last night. The dream itself didn't seem to have much point but to entertain my sleeping brain. The setting was weird. I was with some of my best friends. One particular friend was there. There was something different about this particular friend that sets her apart from my other friends.

I have been praying for my friend Chelsey for many years. I began when I was twelve years old. I admit my faith has grown as my friendship with her has grown. And although she may not know it, she has taught me a great many things, rather God has through her.

In my dream I saw a few of my friends praying with her. She was saying that saving prayer I said many years ago. She was saying those words a great deal of my friends had prayed. She was saying those words I have prayed for seven years she would utter.

In my dream I hadn't realized just what she was doing. I was not included among the group. I was merely a spectator. When she finshed praying she left my group of friends and ran over to me to tell me her news. I replied with tears of joy. well, it was more like i was bawling, weeping, but joyfully. I was sad to have missed such a joyful experience but somehow that didn't matter, because Chelsey had come to me for the next step.

One day I hope to share my thoughts and feelings with her that I am able to share with some of my other friends. One day I pray we will be able to speak to each other of what God is doing in our lives, and the world around us.

This dream made me realize two things, though I have prayed for seven years for my friend:
1.) I should never give up on her. God has a plan for her life and just maybe he wants to use me to help fullfill it. I have prayed that God may use me. Maybe this is one way he wants to do that.
2.)I may not be the one to say the prayer with her but I need to be ready to desciple her when she does say the prayer. I need to be ready to invite her to church, give her a Bible, whatever she needs to begin her journey.

I may not know when this will happen, but I woke up this morning with a new hope. Jesus has a plan for everyone. He knows everything. And he knows just when his children will choose to enter his kingdom of light.

The verse written above is a verse God gave to me for my friend. A prophetic word for her life. Later I looked up the meaning of Chelsey's name. Meaning: "Port of ships or vessle" I just stared at the screen completely in awe of my king...

To Be Touched By God

Feel the Power, Jesus is my everything. Lord I need you! Feeling his gentle touch is what keeps me going day after day. He inspires me to live my life with only one purpose in my life. The life I now live, I live for God alone. Creator of Heaven and Earth...I know what it means to be touched by God...

The following poem, is the beginning of a book I have begun to write, of stories of people in my life who have felt his hand on their life. People who have been touched by God.

Truly full of love,
Forever giver of grace
When I need him the most
I feel his tender embrace

Open and honest
Full of questions full of thoughts
I know the answers are always close
I only need to talk to you, God

Ultimately it is you I trust,
In you I put my worries
My fears, my iniquities
My imperfection, my guilt,
My pride…
You took it all from me…
You took it…and then you died…

Called me by name
Called me your child
Breathed life in to me
Your inspiration is mine,
I am constantly seeing you work
Through out all my life

Holy Spirit Rain down
Rain Down
Rain Down
Soak me to the skin
In the mercy you hold
The compassion you give
And the love you constantly show
I need you hand on my life,
Every day of the week
I need your grace that you give so freely

Every day, guide me
Take me by the hand
Lead me to paths of righteousness
Keep me out of the sinking sand
I want to feel your hand
Over all my life
To feel your touch is comfort enough
Especially when I am surrounded by so much strife

Dreaming of more
Oh so much more!
With you in my life
I know there is so much in store
I never have to worry
Of getting lost
And losing my way
So long as my focus is on you
Your gentle touch
Is what keeps me from drifting
I love you father God
You are my king

From God Above

Psalm 45:14-15
In her beautiful robes, she is led to the king,
accompanied by her bridesmaids.
What a joyful and enthusiastic procession
as they enter the king’s palace!




Beautiful one
Why do you cry?
Come…sit…
I have the time
I have all the time you need
Say what you need to say
I love spending time with you
…my child…
Why can’t we do this more?


Here you go…
You like to read
Why not read this—
The best book written
The best of the best
Inside its pages
You’ll find answers to problems
And sound advice
But that’s not all
It’s also a map of your life
It includes all the right directions
And all the right turns

And if ever you are bored
In need of some excitement
There may also be a story or two
That might interest you
Variety is plenty
Romance, action, tragedy,
And even a little comedy too
All non fiction
Abraham, Isaac, Noah, Ruth

Why don’t we read this together?
I know you will find it
Quite what you need
Anytime, anywhere
Just flip through these pages
Just begin to read

Now lay your head down
Rest here now
Daddy’s got you close
You’re safe and sound
If you need to cry
Go right ahead
If something made you laugh
I want to hear the joke that was said
If someone made you frustrated
Or really, very mad,
I love to hear your voice
Tell me everything you can
I love the time you spend with me
I treasure it
So precious it is
Talk to me whenever
But I do have one small request
You may talk all you want
But also take the time to listen
For I have things to say
And stories to tell as well
I have a message just for you
Remember
A conversation just doesn’t work
With only one
It was created for two

I love you my daughter
That you should never forget
Let me straighten the crown
That sits on your head
You – a princess
To the most high king
Please never forget that
If anything
I think your beautiful
Special and unique
Gifted, talented
I made you in my image
That should tell you a lot
That you are extremely beautiful
Through and through
Remember –
I always tell the truth

And no matter what you’ve done
Whether it be big or small
Remember the cross
And what I did for you
Bring me your troubles
Any issues you hold
And remember—
I conquered death,
Nothing is to huge
That I won’t be able to fix

The things you have done wrong
And the sins you have committed
Forgiven
Forgiven
Your sins are forgiven
Forgotten
I will never again bring them up
No matter what
I love you
I am always here for you
No matter what you’ve done
My princess,
My daughter,
Once again Remember—
I made you special…
…And I love you very much



God Made you beautiful, it is true. Don't ever let someone take this truth from you! I am a princess, and you can be too. If only you would let God adopt you in to his family. The best family you could ever enter. Where love is forever, and affectionate is ever evident. Best decision I ever made...I would never go back for anything.