The Refiner’s Gold

He stood before my heart’s closed door,
And asked to enter in;
But I had barred the passage o’er
By unbelief and sin.

He came with nail-prints in his hands,
To set my spirit free;
With wounded feet he trod a path
To come and sup with me.

He found me poor and brought me gold,
The fire of love had tried,
And garments whitened by his blood,
My wretchedness to hide.

The glare of life had dimmed my eyes,
Its glamour was too bright.
He came with ointment in his hands
To heal my darkened sight.

He knew my heart was tempest-tossed,
By care and pain oppressed;
He whispered to my burdened heart,
Come unto me and rest.

He found me weary, faint and worn,
On barren mountains cold;
With love’s constraint he drew me on,
To shelter in his fold.

Oh! foolish heart, how slow wert thou
To welcome thy dear guest,
To change thy weariness and care
For comfort, peace and rest.

Close to his side, oh! may I stay,
Just to behold his face,
Till I shall wear within my soul
The image of his grace.

The grace that changes hearts of stone
To tenderness and love,
And bids us run with willing feet
Unto his courts above.

– Frances E. W. Harper

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Our Comforter-Holy Spirit

But when the Comforter is come, whom I will send unto you from the Father, even the Spirit of truth, which proceedeth from the Father, He shall testify of Me.  John 15:26 KJV

Come near to God and He will come near to you.  James 4:8 NIV

Holy Spirit loves us as much as Jesus and our Heavenly Father loves us.  He has been sent to us by Jesus to be near us, to be in us, and to be upon us empowering us, filling us, anointing us, and counseling us.  Holy Spirit is our Helper and Comforter.

Holy Spirit opens our ears so that we can hear the words of Jesus, He opens our eyes so that we can see the person of Jesus, and He opens our heart so that we can know the love of Jesus.

Holy Spirit has come to open our spiritual understanding, to comfort our troubled hearts, to strengthen us in our weaknesses, to soothe us in our pain, and to encourage us on our journey through this life.

He has come to put peace in our path, righteousness in our actions, love in our attitudes, and joy in our soul.

Holy Spirit has come to give us the assurance of our salvation, to conform us to the image of Jesus, to guide our steps in the Father’s plan for our lives, and to bring us into maturity. He has come to be our teacher and lead us into all truth, to make us holy, and to give you and I hope and a future.

An Hour In The Garden

Hello Tea Among Friends! 

I’m on vacation this week.  

Whoo Hoo….A week to spend more time with Father God, finish up some projects here at home, and then to enjoy a time with my two favorite young adults, on a road trip. 

Counting it all joy and a blessing from the Lord!

 I expect to return bright and early on Monday, August 31.  Praying that you ALL have a beautiful week ahead.

Melissa

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An Hour In The Garden

“He went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when evening was come, he was there alone” (Matt. 14:23).

The man Christ Jesus felt the need of perfect solitude–Himself alone, entirely by Himself, alone with Himself. We know how much intercourse with men draws us away from ourselves and exhausts our powers. The man Christ Jesus knew this, too, and felt the need of being by Himself again, of gathering all His powers, of realizing fully His high destiny, His human weakness, His entire dependence on the Father.

How much more does the child of God need this–himself alone with spiritual realities, himself alone with God the Father. If ever there were one who could dispense with special seasons for solitude and fellowship, it was our Lord. But He could not do His work or maintain His fellowship in full power, without His quiet time.

Would God that every servant of His understood and practiced this blessed art, and that the Church knew how to train its children into some sense of this high and holy privilege, that every believer may and must have his time when he is indeed himself alone with God. Oh, the thought to have God all alone to myself, and to know that God has me all alone to Himself! –Andrew Murray

Lamertine speaks in one of his books of a secluded walk in his garden where his mother always spent a certain hour of the day, upon which nobody ever dreamed for a moment of intruding. It was the holy garden of the Lord to her. Poor souls that have no such Beulah land! Seek thy private chamber, Jesus says. It is in the solitude that we catch the mystic notes that issue from the soul of things.

A MEDITATION

My soul, practice being alone with Christ! It is written that when they were alone He expounded all things to His disciples. Do not wonder at the saying; it is true to thine experience. If thou wouldst understand thyself send the multitude away. Let them go out one by one till thou art left alone with Jesus. . . . Has thou ever pictured thyself the one remaining creature in the earth, the one remaining creature in all the starry worlds?

In such a universe thine every thought would be “God and I! God and I!” And yet He is as near to thee as that–as near as if in the boundless spaces there throbbed no heart but His and thine. Practice that solitude, O my soul! Practice the expulsion of the crowd! Practice the stillness of thine own heart! Practice the solemn refrain “God and I! God and I!” Let none interpose between thee and thy wrestling angel! Thou shalt be both condemned and pardoned when thou shalt meet Jesus alone! –George Matheson

True Love

Love can always conquer Whatever discord brings and love can also cover a multitude of things.

Don’t you underestimate what love can ever do, for love is God eternal and His love can renew.

What is cold and lifeless, now lost all hope and died, for love can breathe new meaning and give it back new life.

Please don’t give up on love when it seems that all is lost, for there is always hope if we’re prepared to pay the cost.

For love is always worth it no matter how much the price, for love will be much stronger when we trust in Jesus Christ.

So let God have full reign, let Him live within your heart then you will know true love, for this He will impart.

Author unknown

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Let Me Lean Hard

Let me lean hard upon the Eternal Breast:
In all earth’s devious ways I sought for rest
And found it not. I will be strong, said I,
And lean upon myself. I will not cry
And importune all heaven with my complaint.
But now my strength fails, and I fall, I faint:
Let me lean hard.

Let me lean hard upon the unfailing Arm.
I said I will walk on, I fear no harm,
The spark divine within my soul will show
The upward pathway where my feet should go.
But now the heights to which I most aspire
Are lost in clouds. I stumble and I tire:
Let me lean hard.

Let me lean harder yet. That swerveless force
Which speeds the solar systems on their course
Can take, unfelt, the burden of my woe,
Which bears me to the dust and hurts me so.
I thought my strength enough for any fate,
But lo! I sink beneath my sorrow’s weight:
Let me lean hard.

– Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Seed-Time And Harvest

As o’er his furrowed fields which lie
Beneath a coldly-dropping sky,
Yet chill with winter’s melted snow,
The husbandman goes forth to sow,

Thus, Freedom, on the bitter blast
The ventures of thy seed we cast,
And trust to warmer sun and rain
To swell the germ, and fill the grain.

Who calls thy glorious service hard?
Who deems it not its own reward?
Who, for its trials, counts it less
A cause of praise and thankfulness?

It may not be our lot to wield
The sickle in the ripened field;
Nor ours to hear, on summer eves,
The reaper’s song among the sheaves.

Yet where our duty’s task is wrought
In unison with God’s great thought,
The near and future blend in one,
And whatsoe’er is willed, is done!

And ours the grateful service whence
Comes, day by day, the recompense;
The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed,
The fountain and the noonday shade.

And were this life the utmost span,
The only end and aim of man,
Better the toil of fields like these
Than waking dream and slothful ease.

But life, though falling like our grain,
Like that revives and springs again;
And, early called, how blest are they
Who wait in heaven their harvest-day!       – John Greenleaf Whittier

Help

Dream not, O Soul, that easy is the task
Thus set before thee. If it proves at length,
As well it may, beyond thy natural strength,
Faint not, despair not. As a child may ask
A father, pray the Everlasting Good
For light and guidance midst the subtle snares
Of sin thick planted in life’s thoroughfares,
For spiritual strength and moral hardihood;
Still listening, through the noise of time and sense,
To the still whisper of the Inward Word;
Bitter in blame, sweet in approval heard,
Itself its own confirming evidence
To health of soul a voice to cheer and please,
To guilt the wrath of the Eumenides.       – John Greenleaf Whittier