But my life is worth
nothing to me unless I use it for finishing the work assigned me by the Lord
Jesus--the work of telling others the Good News about the wonderful grace of
God. – Acts 20:24 (NLT)
Then Paul answered,
"Why are you weeping and breaking my heart? I am ready not only to be
bound, but also to die in Jerusalem for the name of the Lord Jesus." –
Acts 21:13 (NIV)
Then each of them was
given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full
number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just
as they had been. – Revelation 6:11 (NIV)
I haven’t been blogging…For a while…My desire has been as
dry as this drought our state has been suffering from. Don’t get me wrong. It
doesn’t mean I have strayed away from learning more of God. In fact, since He
found me, I know that my very existence and survival doesn’t mean anything if I
exclude Him. Each day…
Truth is…my heart is grieving…From all the rampant,
devastating news going on all around me. The growing threat of terrorism and now
that 9/11 is coming around the corner, I know, like other Americans, most of us
are edgy if there’s anything being planned against this beautiful country and
its people. My heart knows…the deep need to always look up…and pray…Any moment…
At any place… I always find myself whispering… Uttering soft, silent petitions…
While driving… While cooking… While sipping my cup of coffee… After closing the
door behind my husband each time he leaves for work… For my child… who is not a
little boy anymore… For leaders of this
country and of this world… For people…
History does repeat itself…
Sins then are sins now…
“It’s 7:30 already?”
my son asked, interrupting my thoughts…
“Mom, time goes by so
fast…”
“Yup!”
I glanced at the
nearby digital numbers glowing from the oven.
7:30…
In the evening…
Confirming what my son
had just spoken…
Clearly, another few
seconds have passed by since I turned my head into that direction…
In soft whispers, I found myself lifting up petitions again…
Lord, time is fast. Our lives are indeed short. Like flowers wilting in open fields... May You always lead me and my family to Your truth…Help us Lord
with Your wisdom…Your discernment…Give us the courage and the strength to
overcome… Each day…I pray that for Your children… That may You always remind us
to remember the race we’re in… To help us be aware of the things that we need
to put into this place, instead of aiming to get things out of it… For what
matters are the things that we don’t see… Thank You Lord… for Your grace, love
and mercy… May many more come to know You…the only true God… May they come to realize
that the tracks they are making are heading into wrong directions and instead,
may Your love and forgiveness help them find the only direction that leads to
You… The true drought existing in our land is nothing compared to the drought
of souls needing the rain of Your grace…
