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TheRealYahni
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This past weekend, my church had a Harvest Festival, and we had a Christian entertainment segment. I listened as women at least ten years younger than I sang original music that was very close to my own style of singing; with lyrics very close to my own style of writing.
While I enjoyed the music tremendously, I experienced a twinge of jealousy, because I have been asking the Lord for years -- ever since I gave up trying to do music in the secular world -- to let me bring songs unto Him to the world. After 8 years, He began to write songs through me; but He did not open any doors for me to produce them. I will be 38 years old in December and, aside from singing cover tunes with the choir and worship team on occasion, I have not had the opportunity to put my music out there. How come? Why does it seem as if God won't let me move forward with this talent? Am I being greedy, or am I missing something that's standing right in my face?
I want to use His music and lyrics to His glory -- there's no question about that. I feel like it's just sitting there doing nothing, when it could be out there lifting Him up so that He can draw all men unto Him.
Anybody out there hear what the Holy Spirit is saying 'bout this? Please let a sista know...I'm achin'...
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dearlyloved
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Shrouded in darkness all around me, I clumsily fumbled for the light. I pressed upon the walls of this cave you placed me in to gain my footing as I made my way towards the mouth. I had to bend low and squeak through crevices that seemed too small for me fit through. All that mattered to me was that I be released and put into the sunshine to be near my friends and family at the household of God. I longed for the fellowship of the old days where applause and pats on my back were never in short supply. At last I was happy and content because I was finally accepted.
Then suddenly without warning you whisked me away to this place of isolation and death. I was taken from the light and offered only the living water and was forced to rely on you for my daily bread. I was alone in my cave and hidden from everyone. I fought you at first and struggled to find my way back. I should have known never to fight you. It took me too long to understand that this is where you desired me to be. Once I surrendered and resolved myself that you are God and I am not, I discovered this place to be beautiful and wonderful – The Secret Place.
Here you spoke to me revelations and gave me prophetic words and dreams but would not allow me to share them with anyone. You groomed me and spoke over me and loved me at every turn. I saw others outside the cave be given titles and awards and climb the ladder of the church’s institutional success. I even heard them speak the revelations I had received and were honored for their theological wisdom. My talent was buried while others around me were sharing their gift at every turn. Yet still I remained hidden in my cave – The Secret Place.
Then at last when I was tired and spent you began to deal with the wickedness of my heart. You took me to the lowest places and through much pressure and heat you began to pull out the impurities of my soul. You showed me who you were and I fell even more in love with you. It was you and I and no one could take away the fellowship we had. I then understood how John could have endured the island of Patmos . I knew then that you were all that I had and truly you were all that I needed. I was like the pearl who entered the cave as an irritant and you coated me many times with your love and discipline and made me less dangerous to your sheep. I learned to be content hidden in this cave – The Secret Place.
I know the day will come when you will gently nudge me to the mouth. My eyes will have trouble adjusting to the light and I may even walk with a limp as you place among your people. But the applause and pats on the back will mean nothing to me. The acceptance that I have longed for will scatter like dust and all that will matter is that they know who you are and desire their own cave – The Secret Place.
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dearlyloved
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Ministering to HIM
An alabaster box of oil was all she had to offer
And the Pharisees, they wagged their heads and piously they scoffed her
What waste was this that she would pour upon the head of their guest?
But she came for a higher calling then trying to impress
She had discovered a revelation that the Pharisees couldn’t see
That in their midst was the Lamb of God who sets the captives free
And though they spoke with eloquence and were highly educated men
The true worship that day came from sacrifice and the letting go of sin
For the oil she possessed represented her anointing and her treasure
And she gave it all to Him with no thought to its valuable measure
For she understood that all she had belonged to Him anyway
And here is a lesson we can learn and apply it to us today
That nothing that we offer the Lord: our time, our gifts, our talents –
Is ever wasted if we are ministering to HIM and devote our lives to true abandonment
Abandonment: to give up to the control or influence of another person or agent to give up with the intent of never again claiming a right or interest in to give (oneself) over unrestrainedly to cease from maintaining, practicing, or using to cease intending or attempting to perform
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TheRealYahni
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OH MY, OH MY, OH MY, OH MY!!! Bless You, Almighty God, for Your Wonderful Word and Your confirmation!
Margie, I am speechless. Truly the Lord operates through you -- there is no question. You have just confirmed what I heard as I was writing and submitting my post.
I'm so glad to be back -- in more ways than one...thank you...praise Jesus...
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TheRealYahni
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How faithful is our God?!? I have been so selfish!
Truly, I miss the honesty and the Spirit of this forum. I have been blessed more than I can say in these past two days. Yes, I know I am where I belong. I know that I am being purged. I know that my greatest blessings/deliverance/edification come when my only audience is God. Our gifts are unto His glory.
Dearly Loved, indeed you are. Thank you...
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TheRealYahni
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Thank you for the saints of God to remind me of my place in Him. My spirit rejoices in what I have received here, for there is love and conviction throughout. Thank you, Dearly Loved, for helping me in my surrender...my complete surrender...
Thank you for making Luke 9:23 real to me...denying myself...taking up my cross daily...following my Savior...peace...
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apureheart
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In the kingdom the spotlight is on the audience
As we perform daily for them with much patience
No applause for our efforts as we pour out our hearts
No marquee with our names or when the show starts
Unnoticed, unappreciated we give our very best
A cup of cold water, a kind word, a place of rest
Forsaking "ministry from" we cling to "minstry to"
Walking away from the crowds to minster to a few
Invisible in this world but in heaven a superstar
As angels in standing ovation cheer us from afar
And when I have poured out all then it is my turn
As another pours out and a new lesson I learn
.....peace.....
The Lesson Of The Wildflower
Wildflowers do not choose where it is they grow
This is determined by which way the winds blow
Without man's aid they experience all of nature
Despite drought and storms wildflowers mature
A simple beauty hides their struggle to survive
Swaying in the breeze they're thankful to be alive
The flowers of the hothouse are cultivated
As an ideal enviroment is artificially created
Growing in comfort they never feel stress
Their beauty is designed to only impress
But their beauty and life begin to quickly fade
When they are cut and into a bouquet are made
You have grown in the place you were planted
Even though in life the best was not granted
You've weatherd the storms and the drought
You have lived what others only talk about
You have missed the stage and have no fame
But your heavenly Father knows your name
.....peace.....
Hi QuYahni,
I guess you could call me the "real IDS". I am so thankful to see you here again. You were an encourager when I first arrived here. Thank you!
.....peace.....
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TheRealYahni
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Everything I've received here has brought me so much peace. It is becoming clearer to me everyday that I am living my purpose, which is to worship my God w/ all my being and to love my neighbor as myself. And He helps me to do so with everything He's blessed me with.
Thank you so much, pureheart; thanks to all of you. May the Lord rain down on you far more than you can contain!!!
QuYahni
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Jo Conklin
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In God's Time and Way
Patience is a difficult emotion to learn
To give the controls fully to God
You feel what you prayed for is what's best for you
But it may not be what the Lord wants
Our Father answers every prayer
In one of four ways they come
Yes, no, maybe, or to wait
Which is the most difficult one
If you really trust all things to the Lord
And allow Him full control
Once given, you should not take it back
But believe He'll work all for the good
He sees the future and knows what will come
And all you will encounter on the path
He is intimately involved with His children
We must have faith and trust in that
If we trust God only part of the way
You limit His ability for our good
You have to give it all to Him
And allow the Master to work
Then, when the miracles come in our life
The glory will all go to God
Each time it gets easier to trust Him in faith
Because you know our best interest is in His heart
Written By and Copyrighted To: Jo Conklin
JO JO
Divine Inspirations
jojoemt@yahoo.com
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TheRealYahni
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Aaaah...such beautiful, peace-invoking words. More and more everyday I release my own agenda and accept our Father's.
Thank you all for being so faithful to the cries of your fellow saints. You are more appreciated than I can say.
Peace...
QuYahni
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