Conversation With Dad

Journal entry 1/12/11
I pray, God, that you bless the thoughts of my mind, search my intentions and make them pure.
Enlighten me, so that I may see the truth as you have arranged.

In all ways, I thank you for your protection, provision and good pleasure toward myself and others.

Ordain my steps: the process you wish me to take-clarify the extensions of my efforts as I merge. 
No good thing will I withhold, unto them
Because you first loved me, I may too love them.

In Christ I dwell in you; in Him I exist in you 
Together we are One; through the power and the gift

To us has been given much
Let our faithful eyes behold
The beauty of our life, as we dutifully unfold
Rise up, one and all, in the life He died to live
Go forth, in one accord, to speak His truths in Love
Be gentle as you go, there is much they do not know
Be kind to all you touch, His hand is whom they feel
Be generous with the gifts you give, He provides beyond all means:
    the power, truth and skill to accomplish what He deems fit
Be bold with what you teach, yet temperate in all you say
May we never lead astray, His children on their way
Be patient while you're there, we follow the peaceable One
Be wise and listen well, only speak the truths you're told
Be faithful to what you say; be slow to commit our God:
He is the faithful and true; we serve with what we are fed
At times we must fast to provide - trusting He will always show up
He will never be late; after all........He set the time

In Peace to all
With the Love of our Christ,
Kisses,
C~

Conversations With My Dad

Journal Entry: Vision of a Mountain

I desire to glorify you, Oh Lord, in all I say and do

Let my steps and words be confident, through you.

My heart I lay open, to rest in your palms,

       for healing and preparation, for guidance and repair.

When finished, you touch me, all protection in place

Obediently I go forward with trust and good will,

       knowing your presence is here with me still.

The provision will last me and when all is done,

My shelter is waiting with you at the door,

     to start the whole process of giving me more.

The days all go quickly, time is not the same

Moments are mountains to some that I see.

The miracle, you grant me, of showing your face

To those who know struggles or when life weakens their faith.

I speak to the mountain and start moving on,

“They say are you crazy?”, “I’m not going your way!”

I say, “What mountain?”, “I told it to move!”

They shake their head, “stupid!” ‘Just go your way!”.

I tell them “My Father is preparing my path”.

“When they travel foot hills my path is laid low”

Away, they start moving, I ask them to wait

     to consider an outcome which could be their fate.

We both have a highway; a path we are on

We neither have knowledge of what is on the road

Did we create the system; a design from start to end?

I know not what is beyond the turn on my way

Or who will be out there and what their intent is

I only know the creator and his love for me.

His provision is perfect - no matter the day.

In fact, he so loved you before you knew me.

He asked me to help you; he knew your name.

We all have our choices and he respects yours.

He wanted to tell you, there is danger ahead.

I want to be here, if you want to see …..

    the path of great beginnings, of faith, hope and love

To quiet your questions….. just walk out of faith

The mountain will vanish; till then just hold strong

     to the promise of provision, content in His love.

By Candace Huffmaster ©

Read 2 Corinthians 11 and 12