I have been going through many trials concerning 'healing' lately, which came originally out of my asking the Lord to teach me about sickness and healing. I know absolutely that He has instructed me not to go to the world for help, but to trust in Him, and I can truly say that this has not always been that easy, but there have been times when His Word to me regarding being healed has proved true when I have waited upon Him alone.
His Word is very powerful and is able to bring into existence that which does not exist when we act upon what is spoken to us by the Holy Spirit.
Recently I have found that the enemy has been really trying to convince me through the carnal mind to question that Word spoken to me. One of those times was yesterday when fears started to come into my mind regarding what the future held. My mind started to think in a worldly way. Then I turned to one of my writing pads where there were lots of poems and songs I had written years ago. it was left open on my worktop as I had been searching for a poem that I could not open on my computer due to out of date software.
I found that the page I had left it opened on contained this song, which I have to say was actually speaking to me concerning my trials, it is called 'Lukewarm'.
Some people say 'Don't speak about your King
don't speak about this Jesus to me
don't tell me I must follow Him down the road to Calvary'
They say 'We'll just be called by His holy name
but leave us to eat our own bread
and we'll wear our own apparel' then they labour to make their own bed
but the covering on it is narrow and the bed itself is too short
both getting smaller and smaller as they're judged by each ungodly thought
They're building mighty castles Lord they don't have Your foundation
building castles for themselves strongholds big and wide
With hewn out stones and polished beams they've built their own creation
and now they put their images inside
Everyone right in their own eyes abiding in vanity
spinning ever faster Lord towards total insanity
Not hearing the voice of the Master but listening to a lie
outside they appear to be living yet inside they slowly die
They're seeking to worldly 'physicians' to bring about their release
looking to man for deliverance yet never finding peace
Not willing to take Your chastening 'Too grievous for me' they say
forgetting that at the end of each night is always the light of day
And all the time Lord You are trying to take away their shame
visiting each one in turn calling out each name
saying 'Return unto me child seek the face of your Lord above
For it is he who keeps my commandments that shall abide in my love.'
I have to say that reading this poem was a great encouragement to me to trust in the Lord more than the world for my healings.
I turned to the next page of my writing pad to find a poem that I had written concerning my mother and father.
In memory of mam and dad
in memory of mam and dad - the ones who brought me up
my dad... the lover of God's Word
my mam.. the china cup
'Though dad was ill for many years
...... he died when I was eleven
he taught me all the basic truths
to lead me to God's Heaven
Mam struggled hard for many years
good times were had - and bad
The lip prints on the photograph
showed how she missed my dad
Yet the God my father loved so much
was the One Who saw mam through
and the things she loved, like the china cup
and roast pork - He gave her too
Yes, mam and dad I drink to you
for the way you brought me up
I drink to you dad from God's bless-ed book
to you mam from a china cup
This poem was also an encouragement, reminding me of what my father used to say when I argued with my siblings and asked my father who was right. He would always say 'Let's see what the Lord says', and search the scriptures for an answer. I too must do this.
Last, but not least, is another poem on the next page reminding me of the purpose in my trials, and the reason I must seek the Lord for guidance.
Made in God's Image
I'm being made in God's image
I'm being created anew
I'm being made like the Father
by following You
I'm being fashioned and moulded
against my own will
being bruised by my suffering
yet in God's hands still
Now I'm starting to see what I'll finally gain
and it's worth all the suffering, it's worth all the pain
For the cause of a lot of the pain for me
are the chains being cut so that I can be free
I have just continued looking through this writing pad, wondering if the poem I was looking for is in it and - guess what! It is there!
addition today 28th September:
addition today 28th September:
I have just come into my workroom and found my notelets for this post, and there is something I missed while typing it out yesterday:-
Just before I put up this post, yesterday, I went down the stairs and found a spider squashed on the floor. I would not do this deliberately as I have never been able to kill a creature. I would have put it in a glass and put it outside, it must have been accidently stepped on. In the Bible a spider is referred to as building it's own house, and the spider being killed reflected to me the necessity of not building my own house Spiritually, and allowing the Master Builder to do this, as stated in the beginning of Psalm 127:-'Unless the Lord build the house, they that labour, labour in vain.'