God is with you

Depression as in melancholy, is a darkness that is sly inside it's victims. It seems to be gone, maybe for a long time thanks to medications. Then, crash! One day you awaken and find out it's back. Maybe not as bad as you can recall, but quietly nibbling at your psyche. Insecurity creeps in. A troublesome anxiety about what you think and say or do. Some paranoia tells you no one loves you. Worse than that, you know life is full of uncertainty, and you will surely sink into some dark hole, where no one can find you, ever. But, even in that there is some unmeasurable peace. It is at least peace. That dark hole can be insanity, catatonic stupor, or blunting of your self into non existence. Or, God reaches you deep within, maybe unknowingly, and you are saved. The depression is still there, but you push on, put on the light in the room and eventually you are above the sadness and desperation. Yes, the melancholy is still there. It is not in control of you because you can hang on with God. God is aware and knows you and so you pray. You are stronger with a holy partner, than alone. Keep praying for the peace of God.

Gifts

I Corinthians 7:7 "Each has a particular gift from God; one having one kind, and another, a different kind." Meditation: "Don't be the second anybody; be the first, only, and wonderful you that God made," Honest words to take to heart.

OUR SPIRITS

To man our lives are but a flash of time; We're born, then die, never known again; Yet in Christ our lives go on. For our Spirit is only clothed with flesh, So that human eyes can see; God's vision is such that He can see us, Forever, in our Spirit, throughout Eternity. What a great God loves us! All seeing and Ever with us. We are forever blessed, Known by our creator, as His own. by cjsmith 12/2012

OCTOBER 2012   Borrego Springs, CA.
     The Anzo-Borrego Desert is such a place of peace, it is inspirational.  Quiet, and you can feel the hand of the creator present, all around you.
      I compare it to standing on the ocean's edge at sunset; or, sleeping in a cabin in the north woods; or
walking through the woods in Autumn; or, playing in the snow.
      There I am, looking at my infinite humanity, small, alone, and God kisses me!

NINE ELEVEN 0 ONE

Remember those who died on this date in New York, Pennsylvania, and Washington, D.C.
They are at peace, but are we?
Are we safer?
God, bless us with peace that in you alone, we are safe.

TILL THE STORM PASSES BY
(Mosie Lister)

Recorded by:
Bill Gaither; Vestal Goodman; Greater Vision;
Inspirations; Ron Jarman; Ben Speer.

In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face,
While the storm howls above me, and there's no hiding place.
'Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
Chorus
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

Many times Satan whispered, "There is no need to try,
For there's no end of sorrow, there's no hope by and by"
But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I'll rise
Where the storms never darken the skies.
Chorus
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

When the long night has ended and the storms come no more,
Let me stand in Thy presence on the bright peaceful shore;
In that land where the tempest, never comes, Lord, may I
Dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.
Chorus
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

What ever storm you're in today, May God's Peace Be With You

Love, Carol

JUST FOR TODAY

     Just for today,Lord, 
     Just for today;
     Help me have faith, Lord,
     Just for today.

Today should have been my son's 50th birthday.  He died of suicide almost 9 years ago.  Help me, Lord.  Something inside of me died with him then.

My life has gone on, of course.  I moved across the country twice, and retired and met new people and continued my journey of living.  In a few days I will be turning 70.  Help me have faith, Lord, just for today.

Others, Lord tell me to put it behind me and move on.  I thought I did, Lord. But here it is, his birth day, again.  I thought of my "baby" this morning.  Not the 41 year old he was when he died.  That was my first words after hearing of his death:  "My baby!"  Just for today, Lord, help me have faith.

Then, I remembered then the day we placed his ashes in the ground, and said prayers, and my baby was gone.  Faith, Lord, I need more faith.  

This morning I read your answer, Lord.  You said to me in Matthew 28:26,
"Surely, I am with you always.".   And, in Hebrews 11:1. "Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."

Thank you, Lord.  I feel at peace, my faith is growing.  My loss is still real, but
I'm not alone.

Thanks!  Carol