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Thursday, February 28, 2013

Are you weary and heavy laden?

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What is Jesus’ yoke?

Jesus asks us to take His yoke upon us. The yoke makes it easier to carry the burden. It balances it out, and allows us to shift the load to a more stable place in order to carry on.

Pick up your cross and follow me…

If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me. Luke 9:23

What is my cross?

At this point I got the image of Simon helping Jesus carry the weight of the cross the rest of the way to Calvary… (Mat. 27:32)

I stopped this essay in order to ask the Lord to explain…

Are you saying, Lord, that just as Simon helped you bear the cross, I must help you to bear it now?
Jesus showed me that the cross he bore (for my sake) belonged to Simon, and to me, and to you.

I then imagined it to be me who was weary and beaten and heavy laden beneath that heavy cross, that cross of pain and agony and death.

Suddenly, the picture unfolds to a scene where Jesus takes the cross from me, along with my pain and agony and the weight of my sin, and my burden is light, because His yoke makes it so…easier on me. It is all on Him now.

But, I continue to question the Lord:

If the sacrifice was made upon that terrible cross, why must I pick it up now and carry it “daily”. Isn’t what you did for me “finished”?

Then it occurred to me, that the cross that we are asked to carry is not the cross of Calvary.

No, the cross Jesus is referring to is a representation of a life sacrificed to service to the Lord, not our sins. (As those have been dealt with once and for all  by Jesus on Calvary.)

So, in answer to my question “What is my cross?”

My cross is carrying the message of Jesus Christ to all who will hear (or see) it. It means that I must sacrifice my time and my talents to this kind of life instead of pursuing selfish ambitions.
It means, that because Jesus has freed me from the burden of sin, I am free to put His yoke upon myself, and carry HIS BURDEN…and it is light because it is carried in His strength, and not my own.
And *Most importantly, it is because of the cross of Calvary that it is possible for us to have this connection (yoke) with the Lord!


*If you feel the weight of an un-confessed sin bearing down upon you, that is conviction. Something you should ask  Father for forgiveness for immediately, so that He can set you free from it!*


*Now I envisioned the wood from the cross being made into a wooden yoke.*

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But what about my own burdens?

Jesus says he will give us rest when we labor under a heavy burden. Since His is a “light” burden, then he must be referring to the burdens that we try to carry upon our shoulders all alone. We must give these things  over to Jesus in order to have rest from them.

Cast your burden upon the Lord, and He will sustain you; He will never allow the righteous to be shaken. Psalm 55:22

Your burdens are too heavy for you to bear alone . The weight of responsibility on you to provide for your family, or care for a loved one, or to deal with an illness, worry about the future, or even memories from the past are all a heavy load which is impossible for you to bear alone! Eventually you will break underneath it.


We must  learn of Him…

He is meek~

"I AM MEEK." This particular word in the Greek means gentle, mild in disposition.

Jesus says he is lowly in heart…

"I AM LOWLY IN HEART." The Greek word lowly means other words not
having pride.

~Father I come before you a weak and weary soul. I haven’t much to offer you…    
but I have time and I have a willing heart and mind..these I devote to the study of you, Lord Jesus…I have a computer and an internet connection, these I dedicate as tools to use for your glory.
And I offer up to you the sacrifice of praise with a heart full of thanksgiving for your many mercies and blessings, and I gladly take your yoke upon myself, as I seek to learn of you more and more.
I pray, Dear Father that you find these offerings acceptable.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

A Peaceful Sunday Hike

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Praying for a peaceful and joyful week as you walk with the Lord along the narrow way.
~God bless~
& remember, we are…
~Never Forsaken~

Monday, February 18, 2013

Joyful in His presence

Dear Heavenly Father,
You are so kind to me, so patient and merciful with me!
I am so selfish, and impatient with you , wanting everything “right now” and complaining all the time!

Forgive me my Dearest Father, and help me to see how wonderful you are. Help me to say with a joyful heart: “This is the day that the Lord has made, let me rejoice and be glad in it!” Help me to be more joyful!

Even when the skies are dark and gray, remind me, Oh Lord~ that the Son is always shining!
Help me to always see the Light!

Remind me to not hide your light where others can not see it. Your light in me is your Word in me, your Word is…
   JESUS, The Light of the World!   
God inhabits the praises of His people, and In His presence is
FULLNESS OF JOY! (Psalm 22:3~Psalm 16:11)


Sunday, February 17, 2013

Yearning For Springtime!

Spring...the season of change, renewal, and new hope.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!
(2 Thes. 5:17)

This was taken on February 2nd. I don't know what happened with that groundhog,
but I saw my shadow!
And we also saw this gorgeous sunset on the trail:

Well, I have certainly had more than enough of this winter weather! It's been crazy this year.
We are down in the single digits and have had one winter advisery after another all month long.

and this was the next day~

The pine tree in front of the kitchen window.
Our street!

 The weather report is calling for freezing rain in the morning. Cabin fever is setting in!
All I can do is change the look of my blog in order to escape from all the white stuff until the real flowers bloom.
But I don't want to complain. MEH! Who am I kidding!

I sure hope spring gets here soon.

On that day there will be no light, no cold or frost. It will be a unique day, without daytime or nighttime—a day known to the LORD. When evening comes, there will be light.
Zechariah 14:6-7

Thursday, February 7, 2013

It's been one week since...

Emma 'Rosa' August 26th 1996~January 31st 2013
 Our beloved little Emma Rosa left us at 6:30 am Thursday morning January 31st.
She was cradled in my husbands arms with me and Sasha close by.

I watched a you tube video by a guy who is a professional dog trainer. He said that dogs do not feel sorry for one another so we should not allow our dying dog to see our emotions...He is very wrong.
Sasha stayed up the entire night with Emma as she fought to stay alive.
The way she put her paw on the blanket, keeping close. She cried often, and when Emma passed away, she climbed into the bed with us and cried very loudly, touching Emma with her snout.

When we had carpeting installed, we put the couch in the kitchen where she used it to climb up onto the counter and helped herself to her favorite beverage...Coffee with cream, no sugar, and don't even think about giving it to her black!
(Notice the little 'Emma look alike' in the background?)


The house has been eerily quiet since she's been gone. Emma may have been tiny, but she snored very loudly...often waking herself up!
I find mornings to be the hardest. It feels strange to make myself a cup of coffee without making her one too. Even Buddy and Sasha refused to take their morning dog biscuit one morning...they were waiting for me to put Emma's bowl of coffee down first, as has been the routine for so many years.
The day Emma died, Buddy started his hound dog singing, but stopped when he realized his back up singer was gone...Emma would throw her head back and howl to accompany him every day. Sasha has never been able to howl except during sleep... (weird).
After sixteen years with our family, she had seen all three of our children grow up as well as Sasha and Buddy. We nick-named her 'The senior citizen' of our family.She was even there when I lost my Mom, and then two years later, Jeff's Dad.
 We often joked about how Emma seemed more like a cat than a dog because she had such a mind of her own. She would only come when called if she felt like it.
She never hesitated to put the other dogs in their place. If she had been a bigger dog, she would have been a force to reckon with! (She was a big dog inside a tiny body) She picked fights with bigger dogs from time to time...our cocker spaniel who died in 2003, saved her life once when she was chased by a very large and angry Ridge Back who had come into our yard uninvited.
But she had a tender side as well. We once caught her trying to nurse some kittens that our cat gave birth to about 14 -15 years ago. We ended up having to give her our daughter's stuffed kittens (pound kittens, I think they were called) to sleep with.
When someone she loved visited, she would greet them by falling at their feet wiggling all over on her back while kicking her legs....But it was a no-no to pick her up...she would wait until they sat down, and then she would jump onto their lap~ Except for our daughter Sam...She was the most loved by Emma, therefore she was allowed to pick her up at anytime.
Things do work out for the best...Sam had gotten a chihuahua puppy the very same day that Emma died...She had planned for the pup for awhile, and recieved the call that her pup was ready for her to pick up just the night before!
Meet Molly

Sam will be bringing her when she visits in April. It will be a while before she gets her first cup of coffee though.
So, it's been a whole week since she's been gone. I dreaded making this post, as I knew it would be emotional, but I am glad that I did it. I know many of the folks who read this blog understand the bond we have with our beloved pets...God only allows them to share our lives for a few years, but how boring life would be without them! Although Emma is gone from our home, she will forever live on in our hearts.
Buddy sings solo, and I drink my morning coffee alone now, Sam has a new chihuahua puppy, and life goes on.
And Emma is held safely in God's hand.
~God Bless~

But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee: Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee.
 Who knoweth not in all these that the hand of the Lord hath wrought this?
In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind. (Job 12:7-10)

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