Before You Face Your Enemies

There are times we are ordered to go to war, and other times to rest and let God go into action. This is a good article about our travels through life’s health travails.

Vickie's Book Nook and Meditation Corner

Each day that we wake up to serve the Lord, we face the challenges of daily battles. We all have them. The enemy of our soul is trying to destroy us, so Satan is the enemy that we are all trying to ultimately defeat. The truth is that Jesus defeated him at Calvary and that daily we are defeating him in our lives. The final victory will come at Armageddon when the enemy is totally defeated forever. For now, we need to ask God what He wants us to do in these daily skirmishes with our enemy. Does he want us to go out to battle or just rest in him? There is a real difference between just allowing God to act victoriously and our struggling with Satan’s taunts and temptations. In the Book of Job, Job faces Satan head on, loses everything and still does not curse God. Job…

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THANK YOU

God covers me in the Blood and provides shelter. I am never alone or out in the cold.

~ Lisa Blair

Thank you for visiting and/or following my Blog. I appreciate each of you and hope the posts inspire you to intentionally live life through the Word of God. It is easy to get lost in this rapidly spiraling world, but I find that if I rely on the Holy Spirit and rest in the words that promise me peace, I can move through the turmoil unscathed. I hope it does the same for you.

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Acts of Faith

This is a pleasant departure from my normal posts. Sometimes we just need to get lost in words of poetry.

Serpent Box

If I am lost in the blowing grasses,

If I wander from the path,

I am in your hands, time.

And in them there is a stillness,

Where light becomes animate,

And tactile,

Like little lost pieces of a former self.

Where bones fall and whiten.

Where palm-sized animals go to burrow

In the darkness of the black, living earth.

Where stones rise speckled with bright

And ancient lichens,

Drifting from rock island to rock island

Where roots cling and flowers find purchase,

Each tiny paradise and enclave,

A world unto itself,

A land that I discover,

Lost in time and seen by no one as I see it,

I make it mine by this act of my loving,

I enter into the folds of time and

For awhile I do surrender,

Finally letting go,

And learning,

The meaning of faith.

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