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Lord, with the gentle fall of snow,
With the opening of a rose,
You have shown Your love for me.
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Then, when the day has turned to nigh’,
When the angels touch the sky,
You have shown Your love for me.
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How could I ever doubt you’re there,
With the wonders that we share,
Everyday and everywhere.
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Lord, keep me humble in my walk,
Let me teach as You have taught,
Show the world how much You care.
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Written as a song on 1991
”But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.” Matthew 18:6 (KJV)
Many years ago we experienced a winter far colder than any other I had experienced. Lakes frozen over, streets frozen over, chunks of ice were inches thick on the electrical and telephone wires all over town. People couldn’t drive their cars up the steep streets of Prescott, AZ. Police officers were turning lines of cars around in an attempt to reduce further accidents. It was COLD!
On a warm afternoon, several months later, I was enjoying a quiet moment on my front porch. There was a light breeze blowing and suddenly a large branch fell out of our tree in the front yard. The tree was beautiful green and full with leaves. There wasn’t any sign of dead branches, until this one fell.
I wandered over and looked up into the tree. It looked green and healthy. I looked from a different angle; green and . . . oh, wait, what was the brown in the middle? I brought over a ladder and looked closer – dead branches. There were a number of dead branches broken loose from the tree, being held in place by the new growth, waiting for a wind to set them loose. I suspect that these branches were broken loose by the heavy ice that had rested there in the months before. I pulled a few of the branches out and left those that were out of easy reach.
It made me think about new Christians and how they have broken and wounded spirits that are hiding in their newly born lives. Lives full of enthusiasm and desire to grow with Jesus, covering over the brokenness and wounds that first drew them to Jesus. They look fresh and beautiful on the outside, hiding the pain inside.
So many times we rejoice with their salvation and ignore the task set before us to help them grow. We often think they’ll find their own way to their faith and the truth. We might “toss” a scripture their way if they ask a specific question or two, but don’t get too involved in explaining what it means. After a while they become discouraged and disappear.
These “Babies” need someone to come along and embrace them, pray with them, teach them to let go and allow the pain and wounds to drop away through the healing of Jesus. Like us, they are called to be fountains of living water. They are to grow and be pruned by the Master, just like we were. They will be shaken clean by the winds of trial. Their roots will grow strong with dedicated study, prayer and intercession. But, only if we will teach them how.
What sort of witness are we if we spend our time preening ourselves and not guiding them along the way? Do we allow them to be tossed by the winds of doctrine, or do we show them how to receive the wind of the Spirit and the healing Word of God? Do we allow them to wander and be confused by tempting spirits, or do we teach them to discern and recognize the truth? Do we brush away the dead branches we can easily see and leave the deepest, furthest away to remain? Or do we dedicate our works to intercession and instruction, so that they can recognize the things in their lives that they have the authority to cleanse away themselves. Do we care?
God, help me to never forget how confused and lost I was when I first came to You. Help me to remember the outstretched hands and dedicated prayers that lead me to a strong knowledge of You. Help me remember how strong the pull was to give up and walk away when things just didn’t make sense, and the joy of breaking through with a well guided word and a moment of encouragement. Help me to be the example to help others find true relationship with You.
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By Linda J. Humes
Written 10-1-2012
I will declare your righteousness and your salvation every day, though I do not fully understand what the outcome will be. Lord God, I will come in the power of your mighty acts, remembering your righteousness—yours alone. Psalm 71:15-16
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Lord, in my temptations you hold me,
Thru sorrows and tears You are there.
When all of the world is against me,
I truthfully know that You care.
As each day unfolds I find trials,
And burdens to heavy to bare.
I humbly come in Your presence,
And lay them before You in prayer.
I’m nothing without You beside me,
You teach me Your words that I share.
When falling, I pray that You’ll guide me,
And I’ll shine just a little bit more.
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Lord, each day you give life new meaning,
My old life’s a memory gone past;
My worldly possessions lose value,
Your love is all that will last.
You touch me each morning with fire,
And rivers of water run thru;
I can’t even think of tomorrow,
Without knowing that I have You.
You’ve lifted me out of dark shadows,
And endless confusion and strife;
Your mercy and grace has renewed me,
And shown me the beauty of life.
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Lord, now has come time to witness,
And share the beauty I’ve found;
It’s happiness, free for the asking,
Where joy and blessings abound.
I’ll teach with honest persuasion,
Myself, an example of praise;
Teaching Your word and Your promise,
Your miracles, works and sound faith.
I’ll conquer if You stand beside me,
No enemy dares to cause harm;
Your children will follow in victory,
Wrapped in Your arms safe and warm.
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Written 1991 as a song
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If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him? Matthew 7:11
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Into every person’s hand,
God brings life.
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Sometimes they are the children, of our passion;
Sometimes the children, of our compassion;
Sometimes the hopes and dreams, of our soul.
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And with the honor, comes obligation;
to breathe truth, to breathe love,
to breathe hope, to breathe light,
into that life.
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With the guard of ministering angels, life can grow.
But tempted by the guard of the fallen,
they find anger, they find strife,
they embrace perversion.
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We choose their angels, in their toddler years;
They choose their angels, in their teens;
All choose again, in the maturing of life.
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Where have we sent them, these precious lives?
What have we shown them?
What example have we set?
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Do the angels of our light,
war with the angels, of their darkness;
Or do the angels of our darkness,
strive to drive away the angels, of their light?
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Into every hand, God places the gift of life.
Some are the children, of our passion;
Some are the children, of our compassion;
Some are the hopes and dreams,
of our soul.
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Linda J. Humes 