Oh Precious People,
So many times in my life, all I could see were the thorns when God was growing rose bushes. Let God write His story for your life. Give Him your life, again and again. Let Him take all the time He knows is needed for His perfect timing. He just keeps adding such beautiful pages…Yes, all the time, God, the Author of life, is good.
But who are you, O man, to answer back to God? Will what is molded say to its molder, “Why have you made me like this? Has the potter no right over the clay,
Romans 9:20-21a
And as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth. And his disciples asked him, saying, Master, who did sin, this man, or his parents, that he was born blind? Jesus answered, Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him.
John 9:1-3
When Jesus heard it, he saith unto them, They that are whole have no need of the physician, but they that are sick: I came not to call the righteous, but sinners (those who have harmful ways and behaviors operating in their lives like me) to repentance (to let God create His marvelous ways in their lives to save them from destruction).
Mark 2:17 My Edits
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me (Jesus), because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives (me, and anyone else who wants to be set free), and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised,
Luke 4:18 My Edits
As some of you are aware, I’ve had some real trials in my lifetime – I know others who’ve had difficulty as well, some much worse than mine. I’ve been really “troubled.” I’ve even questioned God over and over, and had many years of battles. I’ve tried “storming the gates of Heaven” and so many other methods to get God to reach out and heal me. I’ve spent much energy consumed in the “whys” along the way. I hope the following speaks to your hearts and brings a blessing to many of you…
I was listening to some songs about Jesus this morning. One song, Don Moen’s rendition of “I Am The God Who Healeth Thee” made me pause and wonder why God has yet to heal me of the physical and family issues I still live with, that I’ve felt so much deep hurt, frustration, embarrassment and shame over.
All of a sudden, the precious, small voice of the Holy Spirit cut through the music and spoke to my heart. “My precious Mark, I knew the scalpel that would be necessary to bring you My life. You had a much deeper ailment I’m setting you free from, and I’ve allowed these health issues in your life to bring about the deepest healing I can bring to your life…A renewal to your whole being deep in your soul. For your life, this is the way I’ve chosen to work and to bring the largest amount of healing to many others, as well, who need the blessed work I’ve chosen for your life. Please trust Me, My son. I love you. I’ll show you such wonders…”
Then sings my soul, my Savior, God to Thee, how great Thou art! =)
God bless,
Mark