
9/6/2026
"O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free."
Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus
My weekend has been wonderfully encouraging with messages from my three online pastors with whom I've kept steady company for a period of time. I also begin Friday evenings with the Wilbur family for Shabbat in your Home, as Sabbath begins on Friday evening in Israel and continues until evening on Saturday. Then Sunday mornings I walk across the country highway to my parent's Baptist Church, but today I was having some health issues, so I elected to stay home. It turned better today. Pastor Greg was away today, so Pastor Levi Lusko brought the message at Harvest Ministries. I must say it was a very timely message that encouraged my aching soul. Later I checked in with Pastor Jack Hibbs for Part 2 of last week's message from Proverbs 3. Another welcomed time of worship, prayer, and instruction.
I've been feeding my neighbor's two cats while she's out of town for Labor Day, so the inside cat, Callie, is becoming acquainted with the 10/40 window of prayer for people who have not heard the Gospel. This evening I shared a couple of others missionary updates, and she seemed to take note and not turn away. She's a much better audience than most with whom I share missionary news. Each day I receive updates from the different missionary groups I connect with updating me or alerting me to a crisis. I've been involved with missions since I was very young. Back then I only supported the ones my mama helped, but over the years my education has grown, as has my involvement. Although, I must confess that I feel that I am failing in keeping certain countries in prayer. My bulletin board is covered with faces, and I hold on to the monthly magazines that come from Voice of he Martyrs hoping to make a large collage of more names and faces. But, there simply is not enough room, not enough space, not even enough walls, as the need is so vastly overwhelming.
I've been sharing bits and pieces of the messages from this weekend with others, because they really gave me hope that there are people who care, pastors who train their sheep even the young people to know what is going on so they will be equipped. Always the focus is on trusting God, but today I sensed a bit of resignation, and I pray I sensed wrongly. We must see through the eyes of Jesus, and we must always remember that words are important, so we have to guard what we say. The Word of God warns us to in Proverbs 4:23 "Keep your heart with all diligence, for out of it spring the issues of life." Each day I repeat Proverbs 4:20-22 "My son, give attention to my words; incline your ear to my sayings. Do not let them depart from your eyes; keep them in the midst of your heart; for they are life to those who find them, and health to all their flesh." One I repeat to others when their words are careless is found in Proverbs 18:21 "Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit." I hope these words do not fall on deaf ears.
I really wanted to share the meatiness of the Word that was shared with me over the past two days, as well as my personal time with Jesus, the things I wrote in my journal, the prayers we prayed in the daily call, and even some things the Lord has shown me. But as I've been sharing, I am so broken and desperately grieving the lack of interest in the things of the Lord by others that I don't want to have these pearls of wisdom fall on deaf ears, blinded eyes, and apathetic hearts. I so want for everyone to see Jesus, to know Him, truly know Him, to fall in love with Him all over again. Or maybe see Him for the first time and realize how wonderful He is. For people to realize all He has done for us, all He has given to us. To wake up each morning and truly thank God for sending His Son, His Only Son to save us, to pull us out of that muck and mire of sin and sit our feet on solid ground. To gaze upon His beauty in the Spirit of Holiness.
I guess I'm a hopeless bore of a person to many, because all I do is talk about Jesus. I've chosen to step away from certain prayer groups, because I primarily wanted to listen more to what He was saying and how He was directing me to pray, rather than have a dozen prayer sheets with prayer points, too many to focus on. And quite honestly, I wanted to spend more time in actual praying than in hearing what seemed like rote responses from people who just wanted to hear themselves talking. I ask God's forgiveness so many times a day, because I do not want to be an accuser of the brethren. Satan has that firmly in his disgusting clutches, and I want no similarities with his personality. I want to emulate Jesus and show His love to others. But things just haven't seemed right to me. Many things. But by seeking God, and remaining humble and repentant, searching my heart, confessing any sin, I know I'll know the next step. I've also been under quite an emotional strain since December of last year, so I did need to step back and take note of a few priorities which had changed. I have to laugh, because my life is becoming increasingly interesting, and I have a few thorns in the flesh for my own making, I hope. Paul had his thorn, and I recently heard another brother speak of one the Lord thought he needed to keep. At least I'm in good company, although Paul is in heaven now, thorn free. But somehow it's a privilege to suffer for Christ, if that's what it is. I don't profess to know very much at all. I just keep doing what I know He says "do." Maybe if you're reading this you'll consider praying for me. I'd appreciate the comfort.
"The real purpose of our wrestling in prayer is to render us so impotent
and helpless, not only in connection with our physical and spiritual needs, but, above all,
our ability to pray, that our prayer really becomes a prayer for the
Spirit of prayer."
O. Hallesby


