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I Always Wanted Four Children Mon, 04 Feb 2013 23:28:06 +0000 Written by Rosemary Davis, of Lawrenceville, VA. 

I always wanted four kids. Two boys, two girls would be perfect. God was gracious to give me that desire, just in reverse order.  All in the span of 5 years! And life was good.  Busy, but good.

Then God surprised me with another blessing. One I wasn’t happy about at first. We still owed on the last delivery, and here I was expecting again. I was not happy, and fussed when I made my doctor’s visit.  Having been my doctor for a few years now, Dr. H reassured me that it would be ok. First, the old bills would be wiped clean, and they would accept what the insurance company would pay for this delivery.  This gave me much peace for the pregnancy, and I (of course!) began to love and look forward to this new little bundle that was coming.

My son was born, a beautiful little red head, and life was good. And my heart was scared. What if God kept sending these little bundles every 22 months? And I made a decision. I would take away that option.  And God knew my heart and my worries. He sent several women I respected to tell me not to do what I was thinking of doing, that I would regret it. But I was too scared.  Even the day of surgery, the doctor joked with me about only doing one side. I didn’t laugh. I knew I was being disobedient to what the Lord had told me.

You see, I did not want to acknowledge the truth that God is in control of the womb. If I were to become pregnant, it would only be by God’s blessing with conception. The words “trust in the Lord with all my heart, and lean not on my own understanding, but in all my ways acknowledge Him and He will direct my path” were words I obviously rejected at this moment.

Husband note: I went along with the idea to have the tubes cut because I also was afraid. Not due to the possibility of more children, but because I had been there for every delivery and seen the struggles my wife had with many of them. I did not want her to suffer nor be discouraged. I could have had the procedure to myself of “tube” cutting, but was also fearful of that and did not know if that could ever be reversed. I also did not trust in the Lord’s providence over all things.

A few months later, the words spoken to me about regret came true. And I could not be comforted. Even with the busyness of life, there was still an emptiness that I knew I caused by my not trusting God. My husband and I began to research where we could go to undo the damage I had done to my body.  I went to my doctors office to get copies of my records, and Dr. H walked through the waiting room (how unusual is that?). He asked me what I was doing, and when I told him, he asked me why I was going out of state to have the reversal. I replied that his office didn’t do it, and he corrected me gently, telling me that tubal repair was his specialty!

A short time later, my heart sang as I put myself on that hospital bed. No matter what, I was putting myself back into God’s hands for the decisions of my family’s size.

When I didn’t become pregnant after almost a year, even the doctor began to wonder what was up. Given my track record, a few months should have been a ‘long’ wait. But God knew.  There would be a family tragedy, and then a month later, I ‘passed’ the test.

The pregnancy progressed well, and I saw the other doctors in the group, but Dr. H was just as interested in this baby as we were.  He told me to have him paged when we came in. In another show of His glory, Dr. H was not on call the night we went it, but at our insistence, the nurse paged him anyway. Her wonder at his reply and sudden presence was a confirmation that indeed God was interested in little things.

Katherine Grace (“pure grace”) was born that June morning. She was and is a blessing to our family. She is a blessing to all she meets, and she radiates Jesus.  He is using her through her willingness to serve Him buy teaching preschoolers the music she loves and at which she has much talent.  Katie also leads our worship at church, and is faithful to share about Jesus whenever she has the opportunity.

Since then, I have lost two little ones. I am waiting to meet them in Heaven.  I have loved other babies for their mamas when they haven’t been able to be home with them during the day.  And now, in a new season of life, God has started a new form of blessing:  GRANDCHILDREN . ” Grands” are indeed a heritage.  We have three so far, one on the way, and twin grandsons in Heaven. God is Good. He is in control. It took a while to learn this lesson- to let Him be in control, unreservedly. It is a good place.



When He’s Four Days Late, He’s Still On Time Fri, 18 Jan 2013 18:13:49 +0000 Since the New Year just recently started (I originally planned to get this written a little sooner, but got busy, so I’m a little late) I thought this would be a good time to look back and reflect on the year 2012, and on all that God did in my life this past year. And since I think it is important to share with others what God is doing in my life, I decided to share my reflections on my blog, so that maybe I could be an encouragement to someone else.
At the beginning of 2012, I was traveling with my parents and helping them out as they shared in Churches across the Nation a Biblical view of life ( Traveling with them opened the door for me to have many opportunities to share about the work that I did with the Deaf in Nepal in 2011.
FISH ClubSharing with Middle Schoolers about Nepal
At the same time the beginning of 2012 was very much of time of me seeking God’s will and direction for my life, because at that point I really had no clue what my plans for the rest of the year were. It was a time for me to grow closer in my walk with God, which was awesome! But it was also a hard time for me. Before going to Nepal, I pretty much had everything planned out for my life (not in detail but in general), but going to Nepal really changed me, and when I first got back to the States I felt kind of lost because I was not really sure what God wanted me to do, and it was kind of scary. There were a few really great Christian songs that really came to mean a lot to me during this time: “Already There” by Casting Crowns (, “Revelation” by Third Day (, “While I’m Waiting” by John Waller (, “Surrender” by Barlow Girl (, and “Out of My Hands” by Matthew West (
One thing I was considering at the time, and that I thought God was leading me to do, was to transfer to Gardner-Webb University in the Fall to finish up my degree in sign language, but I was still not entirely sure if that was God’s will for me. As I was spending time seeking God’s will, I remembered hearing about opportunities to serve for a Summer with NAMB and I decided to see if they had any opportunities to work with the Deaf. To make a long story short, I applied to work for the Summer with NAMB, and was accepted to work at a Deaf Church in North Carolina. I found out that the Deaf Church I would be working at (Parkwood Baptist Church) was not too far from Gardner-Webb, and that kind of confirmed for me that God was also leading me to transfer to Gardner-Webb in the Fall. Little did I know how perfectly God was working everything out. I had an amazing time serving at Parkwood last Summer! I learned a lot over the Summer, especially about Deaf Ministry, and also how to be flexible and patient. Once Summer was over, I had a short break to visit my family before starting classes at Gardner-Webb.
132_0146                                    Group from Parkwood
Last semester here at GWU, God taught me so much and I am amazed at how He worked in my life. I especially learned to trust God and depend on Him; and also learned that where He guides, He provides. There were a lot of things that needed to work out for me to attend GWU, and so far God has worked every one of them out. First of all, the classes that I needed to transfer from my other college did all transfer! But probably the biggest thing God did was provide for my needs, especially my tuition for last semester. Tuition was the biggest thing I was worried about when I came to GWU, but I knew that this was where God wanted me and I believed He was going to provide (and He did! Just maybe not exactly in the way I thought He would). Even with scholarships and Pell grants, I still owed quite a bit for my tuition at the beginning of last semester, so I set up a payment plan. And when that first payment was due, and at first it did not look like I was going to be able to pay it, I really struggled and began to doubt. But God worked everything out, and I made the payment, and I learned to trust Him more. At the same time I had decided that I was going to attend Parkwood Baptist Church and help out as much as I could with the Deaf ministry there during the semester. So I started attending services on Sunday, helping out with their after school tutoring program on Wednesday nights, and attending Wednesday night Bible study. I had no idea how I was going to afford the gas to get to and from there every week (it’s an hour and a half drive from my school to there), especially since I did not have a job (not for a lack of trying), but I knew that God wanted me at Parkwood, so I knew He would make a way. And He did!
Also during last semester a young man who had grown up in Africa as a Compassion child ( came and shared his testimony at a chapel service here on campus. I have thought about sponsoring a Compassion child before, and felt God leading me to, but I always said no, because I did not have a stable job or really anyway of supporting one. When this guy came to speak, I once again felt like I needed to support a Compassion child, but I was like “God, I don’t have a job, I still have another three payments to make on my tuition for this semester, there’s no way I can support a Compassion child.” And God said, “I want you to support a Compassion child, I’ll provide for you to be able to support that child.” But I told God that as soon as I got a job I would sponsor a Compassion child. Well, I never got a job last semester, and a few weeks after that chapel service I went with a friend to a Christian concert, and at the concert they talked about Compassion. And once again, I knew God was leading me to support a Compassion child, and this time I said, “Okay, God, if you want me to support a Compassion child I will, but I still don’t have a job, so you’re going to have to make it possible.” Now I support a precious little girl from India. Her name is Shrutika and she just recently turned five. I have already written like five letters to her, and at the end of last semester I was so excited when I got my first letter from her! I can’t wait to write to her more and get more letters from her!
Even though I never had a job last semester, I was amazed at how God always made a way for me to make the monthly payments to support Shrutika, and how I never ran out of money in my bank account even though I had money going out every month, and no job to put money in my account. One time I knew I did not have the money to make the next payment for Shrutika, and I was starting to get worried when I decided to go down and check my mail, and in my mailbox was a really nice letter from some really good friends of my family who I haven’t seen in almost seven years. And in that letter was a check, which gave me enough money to make my payment! And there are more stories I could share about how God provided in amazing ways!

Not long after I started supporting Shrutika, I had to make the next payment on my tuition bill, and I didn’t have the money. As the time kept getting closer and closer for the payment I kept waiting on God to do something big to provide, but I learned that sometimes God does not always work in the way or in the timing that we expect. The day came for me to make the payment, and I did not have the money, so I had to get a loan (actually three loans). I had really hoped I would not have to get loans, because I want to go straight to South Asia to teach in a Deaf school as soon as I graduate, and being in debt could keep me from being able to do that. But when it came time to get the loans, God gave me peace and brought a song to my mind called “Four Days Late” by Karen Peck (, and it’s about Lazarus and how even when it seems to us like God is “four days late” He is still on time. And I knew that even though God did not provide in the way I expected Him to for my tuition, that He would provide at the perfect time, and that I will be able to pay the loans off when I need to. There are many other stories I could share about what God taught me and how He provided for me last semester, but that would take a long time =D
Now I am back at GWU for another semester, and once again I have payments for my tuition that right now I have no way of paying, but I learned from last semester to trust God, and I know He will provide for me again this semester just like He did last semester (even though sometimes it might not be in the way or timing that I expect). I have already seen Him provide in one way this year, even though it’s just barely started, by providing me with a job that I enjoy, and also providing for me to continue going up to Parkwood, where I am doing my internship for school this semester.
I don’t know who all, if any, will read this, but I hope that it is an encouragement to whoever does read it with whatever you may be dealing with or struggling to trust God with.
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” ~ Philippians 4:6-7
“And my God will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.”
~ Philippians 4:19
“Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.” ~ Ephesians 3:20-21
Deaf Students NepalMe with some of my students from Nepal
My Testimony by B.B. Tue, 19 Jun 2012 00:59:12 +0000 ( Written by B.B., a 16 year old girl who battled depression and found her healing through Jesus and the Word of God)

“A lot of questions have been asked this year and last. A lot of these questions, I wasn’t sure how to answer or handle for that matter. I had lost sight of who I was. I started questioning my purpose in life, why I was here, who I was, what I’d become? It all kind of started with a tidbit like this:
When I was almost 12, we moved to Hazel Green, Alabama. I’d never experienced this kind of change before. I’d always lived in the same house and went to the same school. This made making friends a challenge. I didn’t want to get close to anyone, just to leave them in the future, again.
By seventh grade, things were going pretty decent. I had plenty of friends, and started seeing the hope in it all. But, at the end of this year, and leading up to the next, things got kind of rough.
Eighth grade rolled around, and it was probably the hardest year I had yet to face. It started out okay, but that all changed.
Things went downhill. Since I’d never been the ‘popular’ or ‘pretty’ type at school, it weighed me down a lot. Things people would say or joke about started to really get to me. Sometimes, one word could easily break me. But, not like the silence could. Sometimes, I’d feel alone, like really alone, rejected. I was scared of the future, and even of myself. I hated myself, and my life. I felt worthless and unimportant. I didn’t feel good enough or pretty. I’m not the skinniest either. I felt completely useless and didn’t even know why I was born.
My eye shadow got darker that year. I wanted it to, because I wanted it to cover up who I was, because I didn’t like who I was at all. Though I never wore black or dark clothes, I got a new label. Due to the things I did in the future, you could call me an emo.
This label isn’t the best to have, and it weighed me down a lot. No label is ever fun at all.
I would come home from school and lay in my room until dinner, thinking about all this. I’d write stuff down, like my emotions and feelings and stuff. Then, I would hide it, so no one would ever find out. It was scary how dark I had become. I had gotten addicted to really dark, terrible stuff on Youtube. There were these slideshows of pictures, played to the gothic screamo music. These pictures started it all.
I had struggled with mild depression for 2 years. But eighth grade, it became more serious. I had frequent thoughts of suicide because I was tired of life. I didn’t want to live anymore. I didn’t see a purpose, or a reason for life. I would plan how it would all work in my head. What I would do it with, how and where. The future seemed bright without me in it.
Did anyone else know about this? No. Most people at school or church would think I was the happiest person on earth; the ‘happy-go-lucky’ girl that is always laughing or yelling obnoxiously in the hallways, or singing in class for no apparent reason, which is what I wanted people to think. I wore a mask a lot. It helped hide my emotions and cover up the hurt and pain inside. So, no one really knew about it, certainly not my parents.
This made me laugh whenever like a teacher or someone would say they knew me personally, because, they sure as mess did not at all.
But, I did have really close friends that I ended up talking to about it. We helped each other out  a lot.
But, here is where hte pictures lead to thoughts, which led to actions. They were pictures most people would never want to see. They were gory and dark. They were pictures people had taken of their arms, wrists, legs, ankles and of their body where they had mutilated themselves. There were pictures of people crying, and blood dripping from the cuts on their skin. It was dark, and scary. Needless to say, I can’t even look at that stuff to this day.
Anyways, before every video, it would say ‘Warning: Contents May Be Triggering’, which I didn’t really understand at the time. But, one night, I learned what it meant the hard way. I got really upset and over whelmed, so I took a mechanical pencil, and dug it into my ankle. It hurt so bad, but the emotional, mental, and spiritual side of it hurt way worse than the physical. I couldn’t believe what I had done. The guilt really got to me. I would pray a lot for God to forgive me for it all, for what I had done. God and I were really close, but eighth grade changed that. I had turned my back on Him, and went numb. Numbness is something you feel a lot during depression. It’s a scary feeling because you are naive to do just about anything.
Anyways I got up the nerve to tell my closest friend what I had done. I PROMISED never to do it again. That promise was soon broken.
I ended up taking a knife one night, and leaving two scars around the first one on my ankle. There was only a brief moment when I felt relief, but, being a Christian, the relief didn’t last for long.
Satan used guilt and overwhelming situations big time, along with self pity. The guilt would eat me alive from the inside, out. Shame kept me awake, a lot. I would cry a lot at night when everyone was asleep. But, it didn’t end there.
I ended up cutting one more time. This is the one that left the biggest scar I have. After that, I realized if I did this again, I might get carried away, or go too deep, which, scared me.
I knew the stats and facts of it all. Here are some of them:

  •  Cutting is a form of self- mutilation
  •  Self- mutilation ways: burning, erasing, hair pulling, bruising, bone breaking, and the most common, cutting.
  •  Estimation of 2-3 million self-harmers out there, and since its secretive, there are probably even more.
  •  The CDC reports that 60% of high-school students have thoughts of suicide.
  •  9% will commit to trying it.
  •  One of the top leading causes of death among ages 15-24 years is suicide.
  •  30,000 people in the U.K. have been hospitalized due to self- injury.

There are many other facts about it, but I am not here to give facts about it,  Depression became serious for me. I was ready to take my life at any minute. It was scary.
Then, in Sunday School, we started talking about how we should read the Bible and study it. So, I tried it out. It was addicting. So, I read a chapter a day. Things started clearing up, and though I couldn’t erase it, I put my past under a rug and tried to forget about it.  But, sometimes, things would stir it up. Flashbacks and relapses happened often. But, I learned to go to the Bible and pray.
Soon, I felt like I had overcome depression, and everything with it. It felt amazing. God even let me in on a few hints as to why it all happened. He used it to bring me closer to Him, and to strengthen my faith. To show me how crafty satan is. God showed me that He was there the whole time, and heard every cry of pain and hurt, and caught all the tears I had shed. There are many other things that God has done with it. It gives me an opportunity to help out people who might have hurt or problems, or just need someone. I have close relationships to some people because of it. Whenever someone is upset, my first instinct is to let them know that they are not alone, because, I can’t live with the fact that they might try self- mutilation or want suicide as the answer. It’s something I can’t really change. My past has shaped me for the better.  It all sounds great doesn’t it? Like a fairy tale ending.
Well, I cut during the, months of March, April, May, and June. The cutting took place last year (2011). One night (last month of this year 2012) I found out due to several incidents that I was reliving the months of last year. And, I ended up giving into a relapse satan had set up. I took my straightener and burnt my forearm with it. It brought back some memories.
This time, though, the past was taken out from under the rug and revealed to my youth leaders. Then, my parents found out.  I can’t even begin to describe the way I felt about it. I was angry…bitter. I shut myself off from them and got easily annoyed with their help. It was like my biggest secret that was my life had just been taken and thrown up in the air for everyone to see. It was all gone, everything. And it hurt, like crap.
I refused help from my parents and also from my youth leaders. Me and a friend got into it big time and ended up splitting for a while. It was hard, but not just for me. People around me started getting affected by the way I had been acting at school and at home.
I honestly didn’t know what to do. The future scared me. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me, or to everyone else. Things got pretty rough.
But, God ended up cracking my ice cold heart. And I had to chunk my pride and get down to apologizing to the people I had hurt. (which was difficult)
Things have cooled off now, but it was hard. I can bravely admit to you that I have, I HAVE, overcome depression. It doesn’t hold me anymore. And,…I am going make it to my sweet 16 birthday. Which doesn’t seem like a big deal, but for a while, I never even thought I was going to live to be 15.  But, here I am.
The verses in the Bible that saved me from a lot is 1 Peter 4:12-13-‘Beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened to you; but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ’s sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may be glad with exceeding joy.’ If you think about that, it is pretty hard to do; to thank God and praise Him for the hardships and pain. Because, us humans have a tendency to wallow in self- pity and blame God. The last thing on our mind is to just thank Him for all of it. It’s hard to do. But, if we can look at it from His perspective, which is difficult, we will see His motives behind the trials in this life.
Don’t ever, ever, be afraid to talk to your parents or youth ministers about stuff. You can talk to me or to anyone else about anything. Just know, that you are not alone, ever. And you all mean a lot to me.
After everything, I wouldn’t change my past. It made me so strong in my faith with God. I can relate to people now. And, maybe, just maybe, I can help people now.
Satan is gonna try and knock me down again though. But, this time,  I will be ready.
He is gonna hit you pretty hard too. Don’t give into it. Don’t let him control you. And don’t you dare, ever, turn your back on God for him.
Your life story is like a book. One of my favorite quotes is: ‘Move on. It’s just a chapter in the past. But don’t close the book yet. Just turn the page.’ God has plans for your life, but you have to LIVE to fulfill them.”


Traveling with Choose Life Ministries & My Future Plans by Caitlyn Tue, 22 May 2012 19:31:59 +0000

with my deaf students in Nepal

I cannot believe that it has been almost a year since I returned from teaching in Nepal. I have enjoyed being back with my family, but I miss Nepal and all my friends there so much, especially the Deaf students. Thankfully I have been able to stay in contact with some of them through facebook. So these past two semesters that I have been back I have been busy traveling with my family. We were in Kentucky last semester (the Fall, 2011), and have been in Florida this semester (Spring, 2012). As we have traveled and spoken in Churches on the Biblical View of Life, I have been signing a song at every Church we go to for the adults, and if we speak to children and/or youth I have also signed a song for them. Besides that I have also had many opportunities to share about my trip to South Asia. I shared at my home Church in Kentucky, and a home-school group in Kentucky. I also shared at two other Churches in Kentucky, a job corps in Kentucky, and a FISH Club at a middle school in Kentucky. I have also shared at a GA/RA’s group at a Church in Florida, and a Christian school in Florida, as well as a Bible Study in Colorado while we were out there over Easter to visit family. I have really enjoyed getting to share my experience with others! I also began taking some online classes last fall to get my ESL certification and I finished up all of the requirements for that in February 2012. So that’s pretty much what I have been up to since returning from South Asia. Now this Summer I have another amazing opportunity to work with the Deaf. I applied and recently found out that I have been accepted to serve with NAMB as a student worker in North Carolina over the summer, working with the Deaf. I am really excited. All the details are still coming together for that, but I will post another update as soon as I learn more about exactly what I will be doing and such. God is also guiding me to return to school this fall, but not back to Tennessee Temple University, instead I am transferring to Gardner-Webb University in North Carolina to pursue a degree in American Sign Language. Please pray for God’s will for both the opportunity to work with the Deaf this summer, and beginning school again in the fall. Please pray that all of the details work out. I especially ask that you pray for the finances to be provided for me to go to school this fall; I am receiving financial aid and scholarships, but I will still be quite a bit short to pay for tuition, but I know that where God calls, He provides.

“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. And my God will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.” 

~ Philippians 4:6-7, 19

(You can stay updated with Caitlyn at her website/blog

America by Crystal Cullen Fri, 24 Feb 2012 21:13:55 +0000 Is this what America’s come to?
The silence, the fear, the shedding
of innocent tears.
Why wont we speak?
Why wont we say what America has
come to today??
Because we’re afraid of what they
may say, And what they’ll think
of us that day.
People are hurt everyday, Because
of the choices we have made.
America can blame the people in
charge today,
And say it was them who made
all the pain begin.
But I can look at you
and say it was me.
It was me who made Him die
on the tree,
And it was me who made Him suffer
and bleed, So man could be free.
I can look at you today America,
And say, it was us!
We gave up every thing!
We gave up our life!
We gave up our stand!
And America has even given up the
courage to say

GOD is here today!

A Choice We all Have to Pay Fri, 24 Feb 2012 20:58:31 +0000 Who will rise up for me against the
evildoers? Who will stand up for me against
the workers of iniquity? Unless the LORD
had been my help; my soul would soon have
dwelt in silence. Psalm 94:1

On our knees,

We beg and plead

For the perfect world

We think we deserve.

Unborn babies’ last breath,

A whisper in black darkness;

A lover’s nest,

When men go hand and hand,

Forgotten truths,

Power’s lies,

Leaving innocent millions to die.

Standing up

Was never our option,

Sitting down

We all did in caution.

A love for you,

A love for me;

Black and white society

We may never see.

Hating, bashing,

Destroying one another,

To get to the top

Of this tower we built.

The hour has come,

The choice was made,

A choice we all have to pay.

Now we lay

In this darkness every night,

Fear of living our

“Christian” life.

Everyday closed up

From the hate;

Looking out our windows,

Seeing what

We ourselves did create,

This world we wanted

But has now sealed our fate.

Abortion Holocaust by Cliff Cullen Fri, 24 Feb 2012 19:42:47 +0000

I see the ashen faces, walking towards a place of death

There are no smiles, no songs on their lips

I see this place, in history past;

Where the belief of some is imposed upon others;

The belief that some are less than others.

This place, where millions are killed;

Where a gray zone is made from the ashes of those left behind.

I awake from this nightmare;

The faces still ingrained in my mind.

I awake and think how could men have lived in this world of the past.

A place where a raving lunatic could have millions killed for the sake of convenience.

I drive on through my neighborhood and see a place;

A place that is not so different from history past;

A place with the same ashen faces;

A place where at least half of those who go in never come out again;

What is this place, you may ask?

Where millions have died for the sake of convenience.

The sign does not read Auschwitz

Nor are there furnaces burning.

But the sign reads Planned Parenthood.

And the dumpsters out back are full.

I try to awake from this nightmare.

But I find that it is all still here;

The place where millions more have died;

More than Hitler could have ever dreamed of.

We live in this place.

It’s called America.

Where the ashes of the unborn cover those in “educated” positions;

Those who say we are here by accident;

Those who come up with theories so they can live without God.

But I can see the ashes moving closer to the “church”



A Broken Heart by Crystal Cullen Sat, 11 Feb 2012 00:22:51 +0000 Like a storm after the calm

A broken heart comes along

unannounced and undetected

It seems to tear your world apart unexpected


Like a book with no pages

A broken hearts just the same

Cover to cover empty and plain

The outsides ok

But the insides full of shame


Like the sky with no stars

A broken heart is not far

It’s exactly alike

no light for the night

With a broken heart nothings seems bright


Oh broken heart

I feel like I deal with you everyday

Its one thing after another

I feel as though I’ve welcomed you to stay

It seems like you’ll never go away


If broken hearts make you stronger

Why am I so weak?

Is my heart made of glass?

Does love never last?

Will I never see the future?

Will I always live in the past?

But God I know you’re here

I feel you so close

so near

You’ve been with me many times

that I chose to ignore

But I know you’ll never leave me

With this broken heart to endure


Aching again my heart pleads for you

I’ve finally realized you can make my brokenness brand new

And bind up my wounds

Health and Wealth, or Cop Out? by Cliff Cullen Wed, 08 Feb 2012 22:55:27 +0000 Exodus 23:25-31

            God promised the children of Israel before they entered the Promised Land, that if they followed Him, He would bless them. In Exodus 23, we read the list of these blessings. They include health and no miscarrying or barrenness. They also include that the enemy of Israel would fear them because God would send hornets (yes hornets) before them into the land.

These are some pretty incredible promises. The problem is when most of us read them all we can think of is a “smiley” preacher on T.V. and we react one of two ways. We either rejoice and shout, “Yes! I can do whatever I want and God will bless me!” Or (like me) we cringe and think, “Aren’t sicknesses just a part of life, and God would never prevent us from getting them because He’s always teaching us some valuable lesson through them?” But the real problem is neither one of these responses is Biblical.

Take a look at the Scripture. 1) God gave the Israelites a whole list of ways they were to follow Him in order to receive the blessings. They could not just live however they wanted and then expect God to bless them. That wouldn’t work. They had to obey the voice of God implicitly, they could not serve other gods, and in fact they were supposed to completely destroy those other gods’ high places. They had to trust that their ruling Deity would not leave them in the midst of battle to suffer horrible, embarrassing defeat. (Note: God expects holiness but He also gave a way for forgiveness, it’s not about being perfect to receive God’s blessings, it’s about striving to be like Him with all your heart).

2) God had a mission for the people of Israel. He had His eye on the Promised Land for His people and He willed that they would conquer it. Therefore, He was willing to stay any diseases or hardships so that His people could accomplish their goal. Besides the fact that He loved them and didn’t desire any harm to come to them. But that doesn’t sit well with people who are always angry and displeased and therefore they always think of God as angry and displeased. But that’s a different sermon.

Anyway, these items are essential not to overlook. Let’s apply this to our modern world today. Mr. Smiley preacher needs to remember that God has standards for people to follow. He is not some grandfather in the sky saying “boys will be boys.” It doesn’t work that way. If people do not follow the will of God, He is going to do whatever it takes to get them to look towards Him (just ask the Northern Kingdom).  Besides the fact, life isn’t all about blessings anyway. It’s about working toward seeing Christ’s Kingdom made a reality on earth. It’s about disciplining yourself to become more like Jesus every day. And yes, sometimes hardships do help lead us the direction God wants for us. Look at the book of Job. After all the trials Job declared, “I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear; but now my eye sees You” (Job 42:5). Before Job lost everything he had only a head knowledge of God, and it was good. God even asked Satan if he had considered His servant Job. But after he lost everything Job knew God intimately. It took those trials to bring him to that place. That was God’s purpose for Job.

Once again purpose. What was God’s purpose for the Israelites? To conquer the Promised Land. They couldn’t do that if they suffered with sickness. They couldn’t travel the wilderness if bread and water weren’t supernaturally provided. So, let me ask you… what’s God’s purpose for you? If you’re like me and you’re supposed to go share the Gospel overseas, don’t you think that God will make provisions for that? If you’re a pastor and you run constantly on very little sleep, don’t you think that God can help with that? Maybe you say, “Well, I’m not going to ask God for health because I don’t want people to think I’m a health and wealth kind of guy.” COP OUT! Stop it! If God has given you a task, ask Him for the tools to complete it, whether that be health, or a swarm of hornets to scare the enemy. Maybe the real problem is you aren’t following the voice of God, and you’ve bowed your knee to the metaphorical false gods in your life, and now God is refusing to pour out His blessings on you?

In the words of God to Job, “gird up your loins like a man (or woman).” Quit being an apathetic Christian and start living in the power of God. I’m not saying that everything will be peachy if you do, but let me tell you it will be much better suffering for God (Rom. 8:18), than wallowing for yourself. Ask God for health to complete your task. He is good, He desires what’s best (Rom. 8:28). Stop copping out!