One thing

[Amanah]

Everything around me is so steeped in change. Things that most people, in or out of church thought were wrong are now so much a part of our culture that if we don't accept it, we are thought to be mentally disturbed. Am I really supposed to not only approve of but fund sex changes, and abortions?

I was in third grade when the president was shot and killed, and I can remember crying and mourning because the "most important man in America was dead." It seemed the greatest tragedy to me. But now I understand that presidencies are bought with money since the days of Rockefeller, Morgan, and Carnegie. Some presidencies were funded by crime organizations even. It may be that no one in the deep echelons of our political system is morally pure.

Even the heart and soul of my faith is being battered by winds of change. It was such a pure thing as a 5 year old child to talk to God when I was in distress and get a simple answer to prayer. I was an 11 year old when my Dad served in Vietnam. My mother drew closer to God at that time and we attended church. The first service, first altar call, I walked to the front, repented with tears at an old wooden bench and was filled with the Holy Ghost. A few years later, a street preacher invited me to the Pentecostal Lighthouse, and baptized me in Jesus name.

For years my faith was strong, my hands were raised, I walked in the Spirit with purpose and knew that God was directing my path. Life seemed pure, simple, and meaningful. I don’t know why all seems so complicated now. I’m troubled by the failures of so many who I looked up to. I’m disturbed by my own failures as well.

I mistrust government, religion, people in general. I feel dry, barren, abandoned and broken.

I watch everything and everyone around me with a sort of trepidation. I’ve lost so many things. I walk my dog down the country road near my house and wonder at the ground under my feet, the dew on the grass, the preciousness of everything in my sight. I know how transient, temporary, and fragile all is. My family and friends, home, and possessions are gifts for today. My tomorrows may bring untold pain.

My prayers are tears of pain mixed with songs of praise in my confusion at the brokenness I perceive to be all around me, but at my core is still an unshakeable belief that “my redeemer lives, and I will stand with him on that day.”

The world around me may shatter and break, but I know One who will never change. The way we perceive our world and our God may change. But He does not change. One thing have I desired of the Lord and that will I seek after . . .

[MawMaw]

Sis Amanah, I believe you have spoken the thoughts of many of us.
As you said, the world around us may shatter and break, but we
know One who will never change. Amen.
He won't leave us nor forsake us.
I woke from a dead sleep the other night after fretting over many things.
It was as if I heard God speak audibly to me......."Trust Me."
I lay there with tears streaming down my cheeks, thanking Jesus
and telling Him "I will trust in thee oh Lord"

[Sam]

Time is filled with swift transition,
Not of earth unmoved shall stand,
Build your hopes on things eternal,
Hold to God's unchanging hand.

[Pressing-On]

Amanah, Great post!

I also agree with Lacey that you have spoken the thoughts of many. Just a few days ago, I was praying, having your thoughts, including, disturbed by much and my own personal failures as well.

The Lord answered me with two scriptures in Ephesians and Hebrews. He impressed the thought that if I keep these two things in perspective and remember the things I have already been through, I can keep life in balance for the future as well.

"Are you so foolish? having begun in the Spirit, are you now made perfect by the flesh?" Galatians 3:3

"For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come." Hebrews 13:14

I like the NLT in Hebrews -

"For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come."

And, of course, I want to always remember Psalm 93.

Psalm 93

1The LORD reigns, he is clothed with majesty; the LORD is clothed with strength, wherewith he hath girded himself: the world also is established, that it cannot be moved.

2Thy throne is established of old: thou art from everlasting.

3The floods have lifted up, O LORD, the floods have lifted up their voice; the floods lift up their waves.

4The LORD on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea, than the mighty waves of the sea.

5Thy testimonies are very sure: holiness becomes thine house, O LORD, for ever.

[Falla39]

Originally Posted by Sam

Time is filled with swift transition,
Not of earth unmoved shall stand,
Build your hopes on things eternal,
Hold to God's unchanging hand.

Love that old song!

[Falla39]

Originally Posted by Lacey

Sis Amanah, I believe you have spoken the thoughts of many of us.
As you said, the world around us may shatter and break, but we
know One who will never change. Amen.
He won't leave us nor forsake us.
I woke from a dead sleep the other night after fretting over many things.
It was as if I heard God speak audibly to me......."Trust Me."
I lay there with tears streaming down my cheeks, thanking Jesus
and telling Him "I will trust in thee oh Lord"

Lacey,
I recall going through a very trying time a number of years ago. Praying, fasting, trusting, I told GOD, "LORD, I don't know what to do but to trust you! I have to TRUST You, LORD, I don't know anything else to do"! There were many other times through these many years we trusted HIM. He has NEVER failed us....and HE WON'T! JESUS NEVER FAILS!

[CC1]

Originally Posted by Amanah

Everything around me is so steeped in change. Things that most people, in or out of church thought were wrong are now so much a part of our culture that if we don't accept it, we are thought to be mentally disturbed. Am I really supposed to not only approve of but fund sex changes, and abortions?

I was in third grade when the president was shot and killed, and I can remember crying and mourning because the "most important man in America was dead." It seemed the greatest tragedy to me. But now I understand that presidencies are bought with money since the days of Rockefeller, Morgan, and Carnegie. Some presidencies were funded by crime organizations even. It may be that no one in the deep echelons of our political system is morally pure.

Even the heart and soul of my faith is being battered by winds of change. It was such a pure thing as a 5 year old child to talk to God when I was in distress and get a simple answer to prayer. I was an 11 year old when my Dad served in Vietnam. My mother drew closer to God at that time and we attended church. The first service, first altar call, I walked to the front, repented with tears at an old wooden bench and was filled with the Holy Ghost. A few years later, a street preacher invited me to the Pentecostal Lighthouse, and baptized me in Jesus name.

For years my faith was strong, my hands were raised, I walked in the Spirit with purpose and knew that God was directing my path. Life seemed pure, simple, and meaningful. I don’t know why all seems so complicated now. I’m troubled by the failures of so many who I looked up to. I’m disturbed by my own failures as well.

I mistrust government, religion, people in general. I feel dry, barren, abandoned and broken.

I watch everything and everyone around me with a sort of trepidation. I’ve lost so many things. I walk my dog down the country road near my house and wonder at the ground under my feet, the dew on the grass, the preciousness of everything in my sight. I know how transient, temporary, and fragile all is. My family and friends, home, and possessions are gifts for today. My tomorrows may bring untold pain.

My prayers are tears of pain mixed with songs of praise in my confusion at the brokenness I perceive to be all around me, but at my core is still an unshakeable belief that “my redeemer lives, and I will stand with him on that day.”

The world around me may shatter and break, but I know One who will never change. The way we perceive our world and our God may change. But He does not change. One thing have I desired of the Lord and that will I seek after . . .

Amana / Litton,

I think we are seeing an acceleration of the decline of Western Civilization much like what happened to ancient Rome and Greece. This does not mean that I will give up or not fight for making society as good as it can be and try to slow the speed of this decline. It does mean it seems to be gaining speed.

Look at the speed at which Americans have gone from greatly opposing gay marriage to the percentage today who support it. Unbelievable to think that kind of swing could happen in a decade. That is just one example.

I would have never dreamed Americans would have stood for any branch of government legislating what size drinks they can buy but Bloomberg in NYC has outlawed soft drinks larger than 16 oz. Truly Big Brother has arrived a few decades sooner than I dreamed possible.

[Neck]

Originally Posted by Amanah

Everything around me is so steeped in change. Things that most people, in or out of church thought were wrong are now so much a part of our culture that if we don't accept it, we are thought to be mentally disturbed. Am I really supposed to not only approve of but fund sex changes, and abortions?

I was in third grade when the president was shot and killed, and I can remember crying and mourning because the "most important man in America was dead." It seemed the greatest tragedy to me. But now I understand that presidencies are bought with money since the days of Rockefeller, Morgan, and Carnegie. Some presidencies were funded by crime organizations even. It may be that no one in the deep echelons of our political system is morally pure.

Even the heart and soul of my faith is being battered by winds of change. It was such a pure thing as a 5 year old child to talk to God when I was in distress and get a simple answer to prayer. I was an 11 year old when my Dad served in Vietnam. My mother drew closer to God at that time and we attended church. The first service, first altar call, I walked to the front, repented with tears at an old wooden bench and was filled with the Holy Ghost. A few years later, a street preacher invited me to the Pentecostal Lighthouse, and baptized me in Jesus name.

For years my faith was strong, my hands were raised, I walked in the Spirit with purpose and knew that God was directing my path. Life seemed pure, simple, and meaningful. I don’t know why all seems so complicated now. I’m troubled by the failures of so many who I looked up to. I’m disturbed by my own failures as well.

I mistrust government, religion, people in general. I feel dry, barren, abandoned and broken.

I watch everything and everyone around me with a sort of trepidation. I’ve lost so many things. I walk my dog down the country road near my house and wonder at the ground under my feet, the dew on the grass, the preciousness of everything in my sight. I know how transient, temporary, and fragile all is. My family and friends, home, and possessions are gifts for today. My tomorrows may bring untold pain.

My prayers are tears of pain mixed with songs of praise in my confusion at the brokenness I perceive to be all around me, but at my core is still an unshakeable belief that “my redeemer lives, and I will stand with him on that day.”

The world around me may shatter and break, but I know One who will never change. The way we perceive our world and our God may change. But He does not change. One thing have I desired of the Lord and that will I seek after . . .

I have always taken myself back to Alters that exist in my heart, that are with God and me alone. I have a place free of person's, places, things. ideas, politics, change, fear, trouble, and the confusion of this world. Have that mental picture and burn it into the hard drive of your heart, mind, body and soul. Whenever things get out of sorts, I step back directly into that place of reserved in my heart and mind. No matter the situation I rest on the importance that Faith in a God with a reaching hand is all I really need...

[Cindy]

Originally Posted by Neck

I have always taken myself back to Alters that exist in my heart, that are with God and me alone. I have a place free of person's, places, things. ideas, politics, change, fear, trouble, and the confusion of this world. Have that mental picture and burn it into the hard drive of your heart, mind, body and soul. Whenever things get out of sorts, I step back directly into that place of reserved in my heart and mind. No matter the situation I rest on the importance that Faith in a God with a reaching hand is all I really need...

Amen

[Cindy]

Originally Posted by Amanah

Everything around me is so steeped in change. Things that most people, in or out of church thought were wrong are now so much a part of our culture that if we don't accept it, we are thought to be mentally disturbed. Am I really supposed to not only approve of but fund sex changes, and abortions?

I was in third grade when the president was shot and killed, and I can remember crying and mourning because the "most important man in America was dead." It seemed the greatest tragedy to me. But now I understand that presidencies are bought with money since the days of Rockefeller, Morgan, and Carnegie. Some presidencies were funded by crime organizations even. It may be that no one in the deep echelons of our political system is morally pure.

Even the heart and soul of my faith is being battered by winds of change. It was such a pure thing as a 5 year old child to talk to God when I was in distress and get a simple answer to prayer. I was an 11 year old when my Dad served in Vietnam. My mother drew closer to God at that time and we attended church. The first service, first altar call, I walked to the front, repented with tears at an old wooden bench and was filled with the Holy Ghost. A few years later, a street preacher invited me to the Pentecostal Lighthouse, and baptized me in Jesus name.

For years my faith was strong, my hands were raised, I walked in the Spirit with purpose and knew that God was directing my path. Life seemed pure, simple, and meaningful. I don’t know why all seems so complicated now. I’m troubled by the failures of so many who I looked up to. I’m disturbed by my own failures as well.

I mistrust government, religion, people in general. I feel dry, barren, abandoned and broken.

I watch everything and everyone around me with a sort of trepidation. I’ve lost so many things. I walk my dog down the country road near my house and wonder at the ground under my feet, the dew on the grass, the preciousness of everything in my sight. I know how transient, temporary, and fragile all is. My family and friends, home, and possessions are gifts for today. My tomorrows may bring untold pain.

My prayers are tears of pain mixed with songs of praise in my confusion at the brokenness I perceive to be all around me, but at my core is still an unshakeable belief that “my redeemer lives, and I will stand with him on that day.”

The world around me may shatter and break, but I know One who will never change. The way we perceive our world and our God may change. But He does not change. One thing have I desired of the Lord and that will I seek after . . .

God is God everywhere. People are different, but God just IS.