Tag Archives: Words

Stinkin’ Thinkin’

3 Oct

. . . for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.” Matthew 12:34 (KJV)

God puts people in our lives to strengthen us, encourage us, challenge us and . . . correct us. That’s a tough one – correction. An action word that requires an action (I am corrected, therefore I must correct).

In our home we have a Swear Jar. If for some reason you feel a conversation isn’t complete without colorful expletives – you will visit the Swear Jar. Each transgression will reduce your pocket change by 25 cents. We buy water with the change from the Swear Jar and rarely have to add to the “oophs!” change within.

Most people honor the code, some language behaviors have been changed, some folks pre-pay (no, that doesn’t make it cheaper), and some outright refuse to participate. Over the years we’ve seen kids monitor their friends and fines are paid even when no adults are around.

One day I was working away at my computer and it started to give me trouble. No matter what I did I couldn’t get it to cooperate. “This stinkin’ computer,” I yelled.

Up pops a little voice from behind me, “Oh, Mom, you owe the jar a quarter.”

“What for,” I quipped back. “Stinkin’ isn’t a bad word.”

“It is when you say it in that tone of voice,” replied my 8 year old.

Busted! My heart broke and I was immediately filled with humility. I had broken my own rule. I had allowed the frustration of a day, an hour, a moment, to steal my joy and toss me into wrong standing.

How often do we use “safe” words when we’re angry or frustrated, only fooling ourselves? It isn’t the word we use, it’s the intent of the heart. It isn’t always “vulgarity” that gets us into trouble, but the emotion behind a common thought we feel we have a right to express.

But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison. James 3:8 (KJV)

Lord, help me every day not only to tender the words I speak, but to tender the heart and emotions with which I speak them. Help me to be more like you.

Written by Linda J. Humes

9-29-2009

MAJESTY

12 Apr

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.   Psalm 91:1-4

In the shadows of your wings,

We humbly come before Your throne.

Letting praise and worship ring,

Our words of love to You alone.

Majesty, Majesty.

Gentle whispers draw our prayers,

In loving arms He holds us near.

Precious moments linger there,

A refuge, safe, above all fear.

Majesty, Majesty.

As the gentle spirit flows,

He pulls away the tempered walls.

The new tender heart He shows,

The world in splendor as He calls.

Majesty, Majesty.

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Written 1992 as a song

FOR GRANTED

5 Apr

“The Lord liveth; and blessed be my rock; and let the God of my salvation be exalted.”  Psalm 18:46

Have I taken you for granted, Lord?

Can You forgive me?

Do you understand the pain of Circumstance,

That clouds reason.

You patiently wait as I blame you,

For events You had nothing to do with.

You sing to me songs of Love,

When I feel the depths of worthlessness.

You send me tender arms,

When I feel unloved and unlovable.

You send me songs of joy,

When tears steal my night.

You wake me with a tender caress,

Inviting me to intimate times with You.

You speak into my life the words of strength,

Courage and wisdom,

As I open the pages of Your Word.

You fill my mouth with the tongues of Angels,

A private language that only we understand.

Lord, do I take you for granted?

Will you forgive me.

Written 6/15/2002

A LITTLE BIT MORE

3 Nov

 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

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.

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.

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.

Written 1991 as a song

TENDER BUDS

22 Oct

Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. John 14:1-2

How splendid, Lord, the flow of Your words,

Delightful, they float through my days.

How precious the promise I carry within,

As I walk and I live in Your ways.

How tender the souls that search for the joy,

That only Your children can know.

How blessed the moments of sharing God’s love,

And watching those tender buds grow.

Written 5/24/92

ISOLATION

20 Oct

He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him. Psalm 91:15

I have fallen back into myself,

It’s so comfortable there.

I see the child

Looking for shelter, reaching out to me,

By my solitude – so precious –

Keeps me from reaching back.

I see the man

Drinking away his pain.

No, no, no.” I shout,

But from my safe place no one can hear,

They continue toward death.

I see the woman

At the point of desperation

Mouths to feed, bills to pay, all alone.

I start to reach out

But in my isolation she can’t see I care.

The pain of others so overwhelms me

That I crawl farther out of sight

To my safe place with Jesus.

Yet in my safe place there’s a stirring

Scriptures echo in my mind

The rumbling of the Spirit bursts through bone and sinew!

Is this what I’ve called you to?” Cries God.

Hesitantly I look into the eyes of my Father,

He’s not angry, only hurt.

The tenderness in His eyes draws me.

I reach for His outstretched hand,

And step back out of myself.

In my mouth He’s placed the words that I must take,

To the Child, To the Woman, To the Man.

The words that will turn their pain to Hope,

Their death to Life.

The Words – The Gift – of my Father.

 

Written 2/5/2003