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Thursday, 27 September 2018

Seek the Lord while He may be found

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 it was left open on my worktop as I had been searching for a poem that I could not open on my computer due to out of date software.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:

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.'

Saturday, 22 September 2018

The manual of Emmanuel

When we lived in West Wales my husband was given statins when he went to the doctor's surgery (he had suffered a minor stroke some years previous) .  The statins were causing him to have rather harsh pain in the lower leg.  I knew, from working in care work, that one of the side effects of statins was this pain.  I looked up the side affects of that particular brand and found that all the side effects listed were what my husband was suffering.  It was not just pain in the legs.
He went back to the GP and told him of the severe pain.  Then he was given a different brand of statins. I looked up the side effects of those and found them to have even worse side affects than the previous ones. 
I am being shown more and more that it is the Great Physician, our Father God, that I must look to for healing of any kind.  This morning I opened my Bible to read and opened to the page about Lazarus being raised from the dead.  There was a verse that I had underlined some time back, where Jesus was speaking these words to Martha, Lazarus' sister:- ' Did I not tell you that if you would believe, you would see the Glory of God?' 
It is all about believing and having no doubt, as stated by Jesus in Mark ch. 11 vs. 23 - 25:-
'Truly I tell you that if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Be lifted up and thrown into the sea,’ and has no doubt in his heart but believes that it will happen, it will be done for him. Therefore I tell you , whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours, and when you stand to pray, if you hold anything against another, forgive it, so that your Father in heaven will forgive your trespasses as well.”…

There are two manuals that I can look at when I become ill, and it is down to me which one I choose, as reflected in a poem that I wrote many years ago:-

'The Journal'
I looked into the medical journal 
to see if my sickness was there
scanned pages from start to finish  
my symptoms and pain to compare
I found there all sorts of malignants 
from tumours to non - healing sores
bone fractures, coughs, colds and contagious 
diseases were there in their scores
I didn't feel better for reading 
I have to admit I felt worse
For the words written there spoke no blessing 
only page after page of a curse
So I looked in another great journal 
this too spoke of symptoms and pain
the symptoms were those of rebellion and sin 
but the pain there was all for man's gain
Yes the symptoms were mine and the rest of mankind
they were sorrow and torment and loss
but the pain was my Lord's to redeem many souls
as He hung in our place on that cross
So I'll close the big book that speaks only of strife
inflicted by Satan - the liar
and I'll open the book that brings blessing and life
The one written of Jesus - Messiah

The Bible is the greatest 'manual' (a book giving instructions or information) that I could look to for my healing.

Monday, 17 September 2018

Trusting in the Lord

Recently I was experiencing sharp pain, and my husband was telling me to take his painkillers, which do not take away all his pain anyway.  I know that the Lord has been telling me in my trials ever since I asked Him to teach me about sickness and healing, not to go to the world for help, but to trust absolutely in Him.  I had asked my friend in Wales to pray with me for the removal of this horrible shooting pain which had come into the inner joint at the top of my leg some weeks ago.   It would occur when I would turn quickly while standing or put pressure on my right leg.  I also asked a blogger friend to pray for this pain to go.
One morning I turned the television onto a religious program and the man speaking was giving a testimony saying that he had been given steroids for some illness but he actually got worse and not better.  Then, through prayer, he had been healed.  I went immediately onto another religious channel and a nun was saying to only trust in the Lord for healing.
I could hardly believe the perfect timing of this man's testimony and the nun's encouragement to trust in the Lord above all what man could do as far as my healing was concerned..
Later, this pain was so sharp that I was almost tempted to take the pain killers.  Then a car advert came up on the television on which a  song was being sung, and the word  'temptation' stood out very clearly within it.  I knew that the Lord was showing me not to be tempted to do what the enemy was suggesting in my carnal mind,  (to take the painkillers ), but to trust absolutely in His Word to me .
When I first asked the Lord to teach me about sickness and healing two of the scriptures He showed me in His Word when He began to encourage me to trust Him were the following:-
2 Chronicles ch.16 v.12:- 'In the thirty-ninth year of his reign Aza was afflicted with a disease in his feet. Though his disease was severe, even in his illness he did not seek help from the LORD, but only from the physicians'
Mark ch. 5 vs.25 and 26:-
'And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years.  She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and had spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse.'
Jesus is the Word of God, and Hebrews ch. 13 v.8 states:-'Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.'  and now, after praying with  my friend in Wales (who has also experienced healings from the Lord), and asking a blogger friend to pray for me THAT PAIN HAS GONE!! Praise the Lord.

2 Corinthians ch. 10 vs.4 and 5 state:-
 'The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds.  We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.' 
I find the more I do this the more I am able to block the lies of the spiritual enemy who tries to get me to question God's Word, just as he did with  Eve saying:- 'Did God really say'.
I say to him:- 'Yes, God did say.'

Monday, 10 September 2018

Reason for my blog name

I have decided to repost one of the first posts I put up, with some slight adjustments, to explain the reason for my blog name.

My conversion to Christianity had been dramatic.  I had been very  ' worldly ' previous to my conversion, but had also experienced the supernatural presence of God through a healing when I was a child and a 'near death experience' during my adult life.   When I was about seven years of age, I was brought home from school because I was ill.  As I lay in pain on the sofa in our living room that late afternoon my father, who was a Christian, prayed for me to be made well.  I remember all the room appearing to turn blue and my pain disappeared.  My father had been a lovely person who often, when we children had arguments, would say ' Let's see what the Lord says ', and would find a verse in his Bible that would always settle the argument and bring peace amongst us.  He was quite a bit older than my mother, and died when I was eleven years of age.  I was actually in the room at his passing.  It left a great void in my life

' Father - where are you? ' said the child in despair
' father where are you? ' she cried
but in the darkened room there was nobody there
for the father she loved had just died

When I was thirty five I became a Christian and was baptized in water and the baptism of the Holy Spirit followed, with the gift of speaking in tongues enabling me to pray according to the will of God, as scripture says that it is speaking mysteries to God.   1 Corinthians ch.14. v.2:-
 'For anyone who speaks in a tongue does not speak to people but to God. Indeed, no one understands them; they utter mysteries by the Spirit.'

' Father - where are You? ' said the child once again
' father where are You? ' she cried
but this time it was not as it had been then
for now God was the Father on whom she relied

Through her deepest emotions - love, anger and shame
when her heart was in turmoil You was calling her name
When the hurt that she carried was too much to bear
if it wasn't for You Lord there'd be nobody there

You are always there Jesus though we don't always see
You revealing God's love to the world ....... and to me

 I immedeately began to feel a deep desire to tell others about Jesus and the need for salvation.  I remember once being on a railway station looking into the restaurant at all the people sat in there.  I wondered how many of them knew that we all have to be born again of God's Holy Spirit in order to enter the kingdom of God, and that Jesus is the only name under Heaven by which we might get saved and be reconciled back to God. 

Jesus answered and said unto him, 'Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God'  John ch. 3 v.3

'Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.' Acts ch. 4 v.12

 It made me want to cry, and there on that railway station I prayed for the people that I saw in the restaurant and all those who did not know about salvation through Jesus.
We were living in a flat in Adelaide, South Australia, at the time.  We had sold our bungalow and were in the process of trying to decide whether we should return to the U.K or move to another state.  That afternoon, after the experience on the railway station, I returned to our flat with this burden for people heavily on my mind.  I entered the flat and went straight to the bathroom.  As soon as I entered the bathroom I was aware of something deeply spiritual.  The whole room suddenly began to change until I was aware that I was standing inside a lighthouse.  I was looking out through a door and could see little boats on a very rough sea.  Each little boat was occupied by just one person, and I was aware that these boats were drifting out on the ocean, that the people had no control over them amd were in danger of drowning.  Then, just as suddenly, I was back in my bathroom, amazed at what I had just experienced.
Shortly after, we returned to the U.K to live in Lancashire,  We stayed with my brother and his family for six weeks and then were given a council house.  It was so strange that the keys to that council house became available on the day we entered the UK , but the house had to be redecorated and cleaned so the keys were not given out until six weeks later.

Within a short time the Lord led me to some other Christians and added to us until eventually a church became established.  We used to pray and intercede for the area constantly and the Lord continued to add to us.  At that time I suddenly started to write poetry and songs, some which seemed to minister to people and some which were my own personal prayers, which the Lord sometimes answered within the poem itself.  I still had this burden for outsiders which had become even stronger.  I felt like I wanted to stand outside in the street and tell everyone about Jesus but did not know how to.  I prayed to the Lord and felt that all my frustrations, and the answer to them, came out in this poem.

No need to tell You Father what joy is in my heart
no need to tell this family of which I'm now a part
but when I try to tell the world about the way I feel
my words do not express Lord Your love which is so real
'Just put your trust in Me child'  You always seem to say
'Be gentle and forgiving - Jesus shows the way'
I call the world through Jesus, this you know is so
for when you first sought Me child I said 'To Him you go'
So do not worry for the world, for he who seeks will find
just rest, surrounded by my love - life's chains no longer bind
and when you've learnt your Father's ways,
each day to you revealed
then you too will show the world just how my love is sealed

This settled my heart to know that I did not have to worry about other people being visited with salvation, that God was in control, but I also felt that He was going to lead me into evangelism.
The area that we were living in, like most areas, housed some drug addicts and heavy drinkers, and a lot of my prayers were out of concern for them.  One day I read in a newspaper how a nightclub called 'The Lighthouse' had been burned down and people had died in the fire.  I cried bitterly as I recalled my vision and related the loneliness and despair of the people in their little boats on the ocean in my vision to the loneliness and despair that I knew existed in the world of club night life and its so called 'joys'.  I cried for the people who had died in their 'Lighthouse' without maybe ever having experiencing the joys of knowing the Lord.  This anguish also came out in the form of a poem, which I called ......

The Lighthouse

Father I'm in the lighthouse, I'm in Your sanctuary
saved from the perils of the world - plucked from the stormy sea
No longer in life's darkness, a light was shone for me
and not because I was righteous, but because I needed to be
Father I see many people outside upon the waves
tossed about in their boats of fear, seeking the hand that saves
They're drowning in the ocean of misery and pain
striving to keep feom sinking - but labouring in vain
Father send them Jesus, just like You did with me
shine the light towards them and change their destiny
Cause them to see their Saviour, Your wonderful, precious Son
bring them into Your kingdom, and let Your will be done
Father how I love You, and want to praise Your name
I'll bless the name of Jesus ...... and thank my God He came

The Lord started to bring people from the area I was living in across my path, and some of these people woould come to my home for prayer meetings, and would come to church.  Meanwhile I would discuss my desires with a lady friend at church who spoke about maybe the two of us opening a coffee shop called 'The Lighthouse', but nothing came of it.
After living in Lancashire for two years we returned to Bridgend to live and I started attending church where I met my friend, Paula.  We started meeting together regularly for prayer and realized that we were united in the Spirit as far as the burden for the unsaved was concerned.  Paula started writing poetry and songs, and we realized much of our poems appeared to be evangelistic in nature.  We sought the Lord over them and felt we were instructed by Him to put these poems into leaflet form, with corresponding scriptures, and go out into the 'highways and the byways' with them.  This we did .
Soon after, we felt the Lord directing us to Cardiff prison with out poetry and songs, with the Lord telling us that He had 'set before us an open door'.  We went to Cardiff and on the way to the prison we called at the ladies toilet in the market.  I went to put money in a door with 'vacant' on it, and a lady stood at the sink said 'That one's not working, someone just put money in and it would not open'.  I had already dropped the coin into the slot, so I tried to slide the catch across, and the door opened.  'That's strange' the lady said, it would not open just now'.  When I came out of the cubicle someone else put money into the slot and the door would not open.  Both Paula and myself felt that this was a sign going together with the scripture the Lord had given us concerning an open door to us going into the prison. 
We went to the prison only to be told that the chaplain was the one we should speak to and that he was not there that day.  I immediately wrote a note telling him what we felt to do and we left my phone number and some of our leaflets to be given to him.  He contacted me on the following Wednesday and, after an arranged meeting, invited us to be prison visitors on the lifers' wing. 
This we did for eighteen months, and during that time were allowed to evangelise to the prisoners, freely sharing our poetry and songs ( even being allowed to take my guitar in) whilst doing so.  We both felt this was our calling from God, to evangelise to those in despair.  I had already shared the story of my vision with Paula, we started to pray to the Lord for 'The Lighthouse', a place where people could come to have a cup of coffee and the gospel, people who may not initially come into the established church buildings.  The Lord had for some time been telling us that we would be a light to the gentiles, and to set the prisoners free, and giving us the ministry to do it through our poetry and songs as well as verbal witnessing.  He was opening doors for us to do this constantly.
One night a friend left a book she was reading in my car after I had dropped her off.  The next morning I read the book.  It was about a man who had also felt a burden for the lost and a desire to have a similar kind of place.  The Lord had provided this place and also the money to purchase it.  I felt that the Lord could be confirming to me through this book that one day there woould be a place called 'The Lighthouse'. 
That afternoon I had invited my sister and brother in law to my house and also invited Paula.  I was so excited about what I felt was happening that I was determined to tell Paula when I saw her that I believed the Lord was speaking about 'The Lighthouse' cafe.  As Paula came through my back garden gate that afternoon I said 'Paula, I think the Lord is speaking about the Lighthouse.'  She was amazed.  She said that she had been waiting for the bus to come up to my house.  She had to go to the bus stop in Market Street in Bridgend because the bus station was closed.  As she sat on the bus she noticed a property for sale across the road, a business property which had been used as a video shop.  She did not think anything of it until the bus went around the town in a full circle coming back to the same place and she was once more right opposite this shop.  Now she felt that her attention was being brought to this property, and she thought about 'The Lighthouse.  'Lord', she said, 'If You are pointing this property out as the future Lighthouse then have Brenda say to me when I see her, 'I think the Lord is talking about 'The Lighthouse'.
We decided to go to enquire about the property.  Shortly after, I had a dream in which someone was saying to me 'You have to move into number thirty five'  I told them 'I don't want to move into thirty five, it hasn't got a garden'.  When we were shown around the property we were told it was number thirty five, and it was up for sale for thirty five thousand pounds.  We didn't have the money and someone else bought it, an Indian man.  We prayed about this and still we felt that the Lord was speaking about 'The Lighthouse', telling us through Joshua ch.1 that we would go in and possess the land, and through Esther ch.4 that we had come for such a time as this.  Paula actually went to work for the man who had bought the property.  He owned bed sits in another part of town as well, and she went to clean them.  I used to go with her sometimes and the Lord gave us many opportunities to witness to the tenants, who were mostly young males.  At one time Paula thought she might sell her house and try to buy the property in Market Street, it had a flat upstairs, but she did not have enough money to do so.  Several times we were offered the chance of renting the property, but we did not have enough money and planning permission was refused for a cafe at that time because of the fact that there was no pavement fronting it.
About this time I started creating laminated poetry wall hangings, little cards, painted picture poems and other little Christian crafts, and Paula started making crocheted shawls, bags and other  crafts, these  increased and we often thought they would be suitable for selling and displaying in 'The Lighthouse'.  The property in Market street was let to several people but never for any length of time until, I believe, it became a hairdressers several years ago.
I had stopped thinking about the property becoming 'The Lighthouse', then something happened.  I had been to Neath with my husband and while there a lady came into my mind whom I had not seen or thought of for some years.  The next day I saw her in Bridgend and she had a young man with her who was concerned about something that had happened to him that he felt he had no control over and did not understand.  I gave him one of my Christian leaflets that I felt would speak directly into his situation, and he asked if I would come to the lady's house soon to speak with him.  The lady also invited me to her house, and asked me to pray for her, that she had to go into hospital becaus she had cancer.  She told me that the last time I had seen her I had given her a poem because she was upset about something, that it had helped her and that she had also passed it on to a man who had lost his sixteen year old son.  She then asked if I would write her another poem because she was sick.  I told her that I had a poem which I believed would speak to her, and that I would bring it with me to her house.  I asked if I could bring a friend with me and she said I could.  Paula said she would come with me and I rang up a couple of days later, when this lady told me of a friend who had tried to kill herself.  I arranged for us to go that afternoon, and took with me another poem and scripture for the friend.  During the couple of hours we spent there, several peoples' lives were shown to be in such darkness, and yet I could see the Lord's purpose in our visit.  the lady we were visiting had previously had an experience where she believed that God had brought a friend out of a coma as a result of her seeking Him.When I came home I started to think about the need for the Lord to be in everyone's life and over the next few days I felt the need to pray and to intercede, crying for these people.  One evening shortly after, I was tidying up my files on my computer when I came across something I had not seen for years, I had forgotten that it was on my computer.  It was a letter to the owner of the shop in Market Street, asking him if he would let Paula and myself rent the premises.  The letter was dated November 26th 1998.  As I read the letter on my computer screen I realized that the date that day was also November 26th, nine years later.  I had to ask myself, 'Is the Lord in this?'
Some strange things happened during the next couple of weeks.  I was putting a little booklet together called 'The world lies in darkness'  The church that I was attending was open at night on weekends to allow people who might need help to come in.  There are many pubs and clubs open in the town and people sometimes get injured in fights or become distressed, and pastors from the town's churches patrol the area.  It came into my mind that it might be nice to leave the booklet around for them to read if they wished.  I thought I might take it to the pastor of the church.  I took it down on the Tuesday ladies' meeting and he was there preaching about being a light to the gentiles.  I had given him the book when I walked in and could not help but notice that so many things that he preached were similar to what was in the booklet.  I also thought about the Lighthouse poem being in the front of the booklet and wondered, once again, if the Lighthouse cafe might come into being.
Shortly after, we were in the process of moving to Llandybie, near Ammanford in West Wales, and I thought 'What about the Lighthouse?' Then the banker made a mistake twice in my name, calling me Sandra, and printing out insurance cover twice with that name on it.  I thought about how the building we wanted for the Lighthouse used to be called 'Sandra's'.  Sandra means 'one who helps men' or exciter of love', and that is part of the work of the Holy Spirit in us.  Since coming to our new home my prayers for what I am to do with all that I feel I have been brought to write have increased passionately, and also my thoughts are once again on the 'Lighthouse cafe'.