My Husband::My Passion::The Second Wave

I am thoroughly honored everyday as my husbands wife. He is the man spoken of in Proverbs. The man who sits with the elders at the city gate and is admired for his knowledge and wisdom. The man who stands before kings, not before obscure men. He is the man who redeemed me from my own deep dark cave, and set me back on the healing path that leads to God.

My husband protects and provides in more ways than one. He provides physically with his job, supporting the family and our needs. He provides the emotional stability I and our children need. He protects our home with prayer and praise to God. He shelters us from the world.

It is because of my loving, caring, supportive husband that I am able to remain at home with our children. It is because of my wonderful, affectionate husband that I do not seek gratification in a job outside of our home. It is because my husband supports my belief that wives should work inside the home that we have continued to make many sacrifices to keep me home.

My husband supports my breastfeeding efforts, and has even promoted it to pregnant moms and their husbands. My husband is the backbone of our marriage and family. He makes it possible for us to survive in this daily grind. He is the strength and support I’ve needed all my adult life, and he gleans his strength from the Lord.

I am honored to be his wife. I am passionately in love with him…even more so today than the day we married.

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New favorite

I’ve just read about Sam Brownback, and I gotta say, I like this southern boy.
Okay, so I’m not exactly intitled to call him boy, but you know what I mean.
Although I think Mitt Romney is also a good choice, Brownback may now have my vote. Who knows. It’s still a long way off to the ‘08 elections, so there’s plenty of time to choose.

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Apology and Thank you,

Okay, I said before that I would no longer answer to the anonymous commenter, but God has changed my heart.
Anon, though you could have used gentler words, you did hit a point. You said that I must become very personally offended when anyone disagrees with me. Well, you are correct, to a point.
As a child, those older than me would purposefully disagree with me, causing me to become angry and frustrated and then turn and run. I never learned health conflict.
So, Anon, I apologize for becoming angry with you and for closing you off. Some of your comments bruised me just by pointing out that I was not clear.
I must also thank you, Anon, for challenging me to dig deeper into my Word and provide a more thorough explaination of my own beliefs. I will work harder at my entries so as to thoroughly explain my point. Thank you for the challenge.

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The 43rd Psalm–The First Wave

As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul longs for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while men say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
These things I remember as I pour out my soul:
how I used to fo with the multitude,
leading the procession to the house of God,
with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.

Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.

My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon–from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept me over.

By day the Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me–
a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?”
My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”

Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
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As a Christian and an artist, I face many emotional battles.
I have been in the depths of dispair and returned to the light.
I have been in the grips of death and brought forth to life.
I have feared and been covered by God’s blanket of grace and mercy, with the prayers of many saints lifting me up so I feel no fear or pain.
I have been beaten and bruised and comforted by Christ.
I have fallen and been lifted up.
I have stumbled and been carried.
I have wept, grieved, mourned and cried and been held, loved, comforted and nourished.

My God is my Comforter. My Best Friend. My Source. My Strength. My Shield. My Strong Tower.
My God sent my Kinsman Redeemer. My God speaks to me, listens to me, encourages me, loves me, forgives me.
My God can do all things. ALL things.
I love my God!

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Zephaniah 3:17

As I worshipped Sunday morning, this verse came to mind. “The Lord will exult over you with singing.”
Why did it come to mind? Let me tell you the story.

I had been praying in The Spirit, when we began to sing, “I stand in awe of You.”
About half way through the second verse, The Holy Spirit wispered in my ear. He said, “This is not a song to God. It is a song from God, to you.”
I began to smile as I sang the words:

You are beautiful beyond description,
Too marvelous for words.
Too wonderful for comprehension,
Like nothing ever seen or heard.

Who can rasp your infinite wisdom,
Who can fathom the depth of your love?
You are beautiful beyond description,
Majesty enthroned above.

And I stand, I stand in awe of you.
I stand, I stand in awe of you.
(I am) Holy God to Whom all praise is due,
(but) I stand in awe of you.

Then pastor said if we had been praying for healing, that we should accept it, and claim it, today. I felt The Holy Spirit leading me to accept. I began to beg God for the healing I’ve been praying for. To restore my deformed body to the body it was meant to be. I felt God saying, “You are healed. Go and sin no more.”
So, yesterday, I began claiming my healing. I am healed from polycystic ovary syndrome. My spine is healed. My foot is healed. My mind is healed. My heart is healed. I claim it. I confess it. I rejoice over it!

Praise Holy God to Whom ALL praise is due!

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