Tempetuous, like the angry, rolling sea
Sometimes my spirit boils up--
Someone rescue me.
Over the horizon
I feel a calm and normal me
If only I could get there
From this strangling death be free.
Lighthouse--oh come and rescue me--
Oh God, you are my lighthouse,
Jesus, you are my lifeboat,
Holy Spirit, you are my lifeline.
Rescue me--rescue me from myself.
When I quit talking and listened these were the words that came to my spirit:
"You are my servant,
I have chosen you
and not rejected you.
So do not fear,
for I am with you,
Do not be dismayed
For I am your God.
I will strengthen you
and help you,
I will uphold you
with my right hand."
You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit—fruit that will last. John 15:16a
Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. "You of little faith," he said, "why did you doubt?" Matt 14:31
I think one of the great benefits of reading His scriptures every day is portrayed above. Seemingly, I was helpless, drowning, but when I called for help, the scripture that I had read over the years came back to my spirit and rescued me. I am not patting myself on the back for reading the scripture. I can't even take credit for realizing that I am helpless, hopeless, a total wreck without Him. He is even responsible for showing me that. I am giving credit to my God who says His Word will NOT return void.
So is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. Isaiah 55:11
2011-the Year of Beyond
a repost from past pages
Photo: Carmel, California 1996