My Heart 2 Yours

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Out of my heart and mouth.

As I woke up this morning my mind was ringing with, “Out of your heart, your mouth speaks.” It kept ringing and singing in my mind. I said, “what is out of my heart and mouth?” No answer, so when there is no answer I go to the Word of God, the Bible.
Looking in the concordance I found so many scriptures on the ‘mouth’, the ‘heart’, ‘speaking’ and more.

Matthew 12:34 “For out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.” vs 35 “The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in him.”

Matthew 15:18 “But the things that come out of the mouth come from the heart.”

Rolling over and over in my mind is the thought that I want to be a person who speaks faith. I want to speak a positive word to the one who needs that word. I want the Lord to be able to count on me to speak a good word in season and out of season. To me that means when a friend needs to hear something good, I will be able to give that positive word. A pure word not just a candy coated word that tickles the ear but a word based on the Word of God.
It is so important to always have that good word in your heart. It is what you feed on. If you feed on strawberries and peaches you will speak sweetly. If you feed on sour grapes and stink weed, you will spew the same.

Philippians 4:8 tells us, “Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.”

So the old sayings of “what goes in comes out” or “garbage in, garbage out” is so true. What ever we put in our hearts and minds will come out eventually. Let us hope that it is the good not the bad and the ugly.
I guess the bottom line is to walk in forgiveness and keep the Word of God hidden in your heart.

More later.

Music does soothe.

I’ve been sitting here listening to the most wonderful music. It has ministered to my soul. I started out with the Mama’s and the Papa’s singing “Monday, Monday” then “California Dreaming.” I’ve moved on to “Scheherazade” by Rimsky-Korsakov. Next was George Gershwin and “Rhapsody in Blue” followed by Ferde Grofe’s “Grand Canyon Suite.”
I love listening to the worship music of Bill and Gloria Gaither. They have written so many wonderful worship songs, songs that lift your spirit. One can lay on the couch all day and just listen to music. All types of music, but there are some that minister more than others. I guess my age is showing, I don’t like “rap.”
When I was growing up first thing in the morning the radio went on and it was “hillbilly” music. I heard “Grandpa Jones and the Clinch Mountain Clan” and it was just 5 am. As soon as my father left for work, my mother would change the radio station and we listened for the rest of the day to “Montavoni” and light symphony music.
Of course on Saturday’s we listened to the regular programs of “Let’s pretend”, “The Shadow” and “The Green Hornet” and more. I’ve never developed a taste for the hillbilly, blue grass or country western. My teen years brought Perry Como, Frank Sinatra and more.
So many books have been written on music. The Bible is full of music, I love the Psalms and what David wrote. Psalm 96:1 “Sing to the Lord a new song, sing to the Lord, all the earth.” Oh, there are so many to share but I’ll let you check them out for yourself.
The Lord God made us in his likeness. He must have loved music, He made me and I love music. Much has been written about how music can minister healing, restore relationships, bring forgiveness and join two hearts. Music has the power to bring joy, to bring tears, to bring every emotion in our hearts.
Today, I am rejoicing in music, I’m relaxing in music, I’m letting it restore my soul. Oh, yes, I am enjoying music at this very moment. It is “Belero” by Maurice Ravel.
On the fourth of July I love to hear the “1812 Overture” with cannons blasting. There are so many highs and lows but I choose the highs.
Go turn on your radio, or turn on the CD’s and listen to some good music, let it minister to your soul.

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He leads Us, all of Us!

Last night I had trouble sleeping. A hymn kept going through my head. As I lay there I was singing, in my head, “He Leadeth me, He Leadeth me, By His own hands He leadeth me, a faithful follower I would be for by His hand He leadeth me.

Proverbs 16:9 says “In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.”

I kept thinking of the decision we made, as a family, to come to the Pacific Northwest. Looking back I can see clearly the hand of God leading us.
In the spring of 1975 we knew that Howdy would be retiring from the United States Marine Corps after 22 years of service. We had several choices to make as to where we would move next and settle down. Howdy had talked to John and Ann Gimenez of Rock Church in Norfolk, Virginia and they wanted us to settle there. We knew that Joe Roe wanted us down in Gulfport, Mississippi. Then there was Hawaii. We were very involved with Grace Bible Church on Oahu. We had even bought a house in Kaneohe, Hawaii. We could also stay in the Quantico area and live near Manassas, Virginia. We were attending Community Baptist Church and the pastor Aubry Sanders wanted us to stay and help him. Once while visiting Howdy’s parents in Triadelphia, West Virginia, we attended their church, Roney’s Point Presbyterian Church. Howdy was asked by one of the members if he might come back there and lead them. It was not an official letter of intent but a friendly, “Howdy, I’ve heard you preach and we need you here.” Then way out in left field was Portland, Oregon.

We sat at that dining room table all 5 of us, Howdy, our three sons, Tus, Mark, Chris and me. Howdy had his yellow legal pad with all of our choices written in columns. He went over the different choices we had. All three of our sons shared how they did not want to go back to Hawaii, to many problems with the schools, not back to Virginia Beach, been there, did that. Not Mississippi, to many bugs and to hot. Not here near Quantico. Then they all said,” Portland, Oregon, why don’t we go there.” We had never been to Portland let alone the Pacific Northwest. We had met Dick Iverson of Bible Temple when he was in Hawaii. We knew they had Portland Bible College and Howdy could go on the G.I. Bill.
So Portland it would be. I wrote to Sylva “Mom” Iverson and asked for a catalog to the college. In a few short days we received the catalog with all the paperwork that was needed for his enrollment. As Howdy read the PBC catalog he began to weep, it was then that I knew it was the Lord and we had made the right choice. The registrar had begun the process for all to go smoothly. The rest is history.

Psalms 37:23 says, “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord and he delights in his way.”

I think back as to how the Lord has ordered our steps, how He has led us all the way. Howdy and I both came from West Virginia. He had entered the Marines, did duty overseas in Okinawa and Japan. We married, had our sons and now we were embarking on a new adventure. Off to a new city, new state, new church, new friends and new schooling.
The Lord had and still does order our steps. I don’t like to think of what my life would be like if we had gone to another place. No, this was the place the Lord meant for us to be. I am so happy and at peace knowing that my life and times are directed by the Lord.

Psalm 32:7 “You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.”
More later…

Oh to have the courage of the little old lady.

Awhile back, October 2016 to be exact, I wrote about letting our light shine. Today I want to share what happened to that “light” today. I had the honor of sitting beside the bedside of a 92 years  young close friend. She had just had emergency surgery and had no fear, she knew if it was her time to join Jesus she would,  if not, well she still had something the Lord wanted her to do.

As we chatted about her surgery she really wanted to tell me about several of the nurses and staff member that she had talked to. As her doctor removed her “ng” tube (nasal/gastric) my friend began praising God and thanking Jesus. The doctor said my friend was the best patient  she’d  had and would love to have 100 more like her.

As I listened to my sweet 92 years  young friend,  she  became more animated, more alive, and excited. She related how The Lord led her to share about her love for Jesus and how he had blessed her. Oh, yes, she has gone through the pain of the death of a son, her husbands death and leaving her home and moving to a new state and new city. Yes, she has had pain of many surgeries  but she stresses the blessings that have been hers.
She has only been in the hospital for 5 days and yet she has touched so many lives. As I sat there another nurse came in and my friend held her hand and told her she would pray for her. The nurse had tears in her eyes and thanked my friend.
So what does this have to do with that “little light of mine?” Well now, I wish I was  more like my friend. She said, “Georgia, I’m this old and I no longer fear what people think of me, I no longer hold my tongue, I’m closer to the Lord now and my heart hurts so much for these others who are hurting.” She continued, “I want to share the love of Jesus, how he sent the comforter, the Holy Spirit to guide and love us all.”
I sat there thinking, wow, this lady is so anointed right now. The Lord is using her now to minister to others. I told her what I was thinking and she only said, “I want to share the love of Jesus.”
Here is a 92 year old woman and I, her friend at 77 does not have the same gumption as this little old lady. Oh, Lord that you would anoint me and give me that excitement and the courage, yes, courage to share “what the Lord has done for me.”
More later.

Being Organized, is it a need or a desire?

Here I am at the beginning of a new year. In my wildest dreams I never thought I’d see the year 2017. Wow! So here we are, starting a brand new year. Before I go any further I want to tell you that my hubby Howdy spent 22 years in the Marine Corps as an administrator. He then was the Principal of our Christian school for 13 years. As a Principle he administrated the school, the staff, children, families and the entire curriculum. I guess having been married to the man for 40 years it, being administrative, sort of rubs off on you.
I’ve organized my art work, my crafts, the bills to be paid, bills paid and the kitchen cabinets.  Most of my home is organized. You can put your signature on my end tables but it is neat, my dust is neat.
I’ve been reflecting on this past year of 2016 and all that happened. As I said in my Christmas newsletter, I had high highs and low lows. Like everyone else, I’d like to have smooth sailing but life is not like a smooth lake. Life is more like an ocean with high waves and deep troughs. It helps me to be organized. I feel like I’m more in control if I’m organized. Yes, I like my “ducks in a row.” A friend once told me that a clean desk is the sign of a sick mind. I said, no it is a sign that the owner of the desk has just swept everything into the top drawer. We all have a “top drawer.”
I have to ask the Lord daily to help me know what He wants me to do today. I can get bogged down in the day to day stuff. I need to major on what He wants me to do. I really need to be more in His Word. I want to desire to read His Word more. I need to cultivate that desire. Being organized is one thing but to “do”  what He wants me to do  is another.
So dear friend, I need prayer, yes, I’m asking for prayer. I want to have more of a desire to be in God’s Word, to be consistent, each day. Just a few scriptures a day for it to become a habit. It has been said that to make a muscle strong, you need to use it to the max, every day. Well, I want to read the Word of God each and every day to make me strong.
More later.

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