Just To Let Thy Father…..


JUST to let Thy Father do what He will;
Just to know that He is true, and be still.
Just to follow, hour by hour, as He leadeth;
Just to draw the moment’s power, as it needeth.
Just to trust Him, this is all. Then the day will
surely be
Peaceful, whatso’er befall, bright and blessed, calm
and free.

Just to let Him speak to thee, through His Word,
Watching, that His voice may be clearly heard.
Just to tell Him everything, as it rises,
And at once to bring to Him all surprises.
Just to listen, and to stay where you cannot miss His
This is all! and thus today, you, communing, shall

Just to trust, and yet to ask guidance still;
Take the training or the task, as He will.
Just to take the loss or gain, as He sends it;
Just to take the joy or pain as He lends it.
He who formed thee for His praise will not miss the
gracious aim;
So today, and all thy days, shall be moulded for
the same.

Just to leave in His dear hand little things;
All we cannot understand, all the stings.
Just to let Him take the care sorely pressing;
Finding all we let Him bear changed to blessing.
This is all! and yet the way marked by Him who
loves thee best:
Secret of a happy day, secret of His promised rest.



The Perfect Fit

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The love of Jesus,
baffles my mind
for it’s a love like
no other I can find.

I can’t understand,
the enormity of it
but, I know for me
Jesus is a perfect fit.

The love of Jesus,
is so hard to explain
for, it’s so immense
too hard to contain.

I cannot grasp,
its total completeness
but, I know for sure
it’s full of forgiveness.

The love of Jesus,
is hard to dispel . . .
for, it lives in the hearts
of all who let Him dwell.


Ephesians 3:17-19

That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith;
that ye, being rooted and grounded in love,

May be able to comprehend with all saints what is
the breadth, and length, and depth, and height;

And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge,
that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.”

Copyright 2015
Deborah Ann Belka

The Power of Silence


Be still, and know that I am God” (Ps. 46:10).

Is there any note of music in all the chorus as mighty as the emphatic pause? Is there any word in all the Psalter more eloquent than that one word, Selah (Pause)? Is there anything more thrilling and awful than the hush that comes before the bursting of the tempest and the strange quiet that seems to fall upon all nature before some preternatural phenomenon or convulsion? Is there anything that can touch our hearts as the power of stillness?

There is for the heart that will cease from itself, “the peace of God that passeth all understanding,” a “quietness and confidence” which is the source of all strength, a sweet peace “which nothing can offend,” a deep rest which the world can neither give nor take away. There is in the deepest center of the soul a chamber of peace where God dwells, and where, if we will only enter in and hush every other sound, we can hear His still, small voice.

There is in the swiftest wheel that revolves upon its axis a place in the very center, where there is no movement at all; and so in the busiest life there may be a place where we dwell alone with God, in eternal stillness, There is only one way to know God. “Be still, and know.” “God is in his holy temple; let all the earth keep silence before him.” –Selected

“All-loving Father, sometimes we have walked under starless skies that dripped darkness like drenching rain. We despaired of starshine or moonlight or sunrise. The sullen blackness gloomed above us as if it would last forever. And out of the dark there spoke no soothing voice to mend our broken hearts. We would gladly have welcomed some wild thunder peal to break the torturing stillness of that over-brooding night.

“But Thy winsome whisper of eternal love spoke more sweetly to our bruised and bleeding souls than any winds that breathe across Aeolian harps. It was Thy ‘still small voice’ that spoke to us. We were listening and we heard. We looked and saw Thy face radiant with the light of love. And when we heard Thy voice and saw Thy face, new life came back to us as life comes back to withered blooms that drink the summer rain.”

Mrs. Charles Cowman

Peace of God


The peace of God which passeth all understanding shall keep your hearts and minds” Philippians 4:7
      It is not peace with God, but the peace of God. “The peace that passes all understanding” is the very breath of God in the soul. He alone is able to keep it, and He can so keep it that “nothing shall offend us.” Beloved, are you there?
      God’s rest did not come till after His work was over, and ours will not. We begin our Christian life by working, trying and struggling in the energy of the flesh to save ourselves. At last, when we are able to cease from our own work, God comes in with His blessed rest, and works His own Divine works in us.
      Oh! have you heard the glorious word
          Of hope and holy cheer;
      From heav’n above its tones of love
          Are lingering on my ear;
      The blessed Comforter has come,
          And Christ will soon be here.
      Oh, hearts that sigh there’s succor nigh,
          The Comforter is near;
      He comes to bring us to our King,
          And fit us to appear.
      I’m glad the Comforter has come,
          And Christ will soon be here.

A.B. Simpson

Amid Life’s Uncertainties


Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7

The Lord, is our peace. Amid life’s uncertainties, chaos, and sorrows, we don’t have to be anxious.

As you go throughout your day, remember that in everything, we can pray and ask for God’s help, guidance, and direction.

We can lay our challenges and present our needs at the foot of the cross, and thank Him in advance for settling our peace.

Yes, Jesus can and will provide a peace that transcends all understanding.

So my friends, if your heart is anxious, or if you are led to stand in the gap for others.

Allow our Lord and Savior to guard your mind and calm your heart!

Joy and Peace

Profession of Faith

Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised). Hebrews 10:23

As I was sitting earlier, the lyrics to a beautiful old spiritual came to mind. “I know it was the blood. I know it was the blood. I know it was the blood for me.”

What a beautiful thought, just knowing that it was the blood of Jesus, that washed away our sin. Leaving us promises to enjoy in faith, until He comes back again to claim us, and take us to be with Him. It requires patience to live in faith to wait on His promises.

Most of us would probably admit that sometimes our patience runs thin. At times we wonder why Jesus doesn’t respond to us in ways that we can see and understand. Why there is so much evil and suffering in this world that discourage both the faithful and the unfaithful? No, we don’t understand why these things must be, but He does.

Thank goodness it isn’t our understanding that is necessary to complete His plan. Jesus, understands everything. All that is required from us is faith in everything that He allows. Therefore, while we wait, lets wait without wavering. His faithfulness is perfect, and His “will” will be done.

The Love of Christ Which Passeth All Understanding

I bore with thee long weary days and nights, 
    Through many pangs of heart, through many tears; 
I bore with thee, thy hardness, coldness, slights, 
    For three and thirty years. 

Who else had dared for thee what I have dared? 
    I plunged the depth most deep from bliss above; 
I not My flesh, I not My spirit spared: 
    Give thou Me love for love. 

For thee I thirsted in the daily drouth, 
    For thee I trembled in the nightly frost: 
Much sweeter thou than honey to My mouth: 
    Why wilt thou still be lost? 

I bore thee on My shoulders and rejoiced: 
    Men only marked upon My shoulders borne 
The branding cross; and shouted hungry-voiced, 
    Or wagged their heads in scorn. 

Thee did nails grave upon My hands, thy name 
    Did thorns for frontlets stamp between Mine eyes: 
I, Holy One, put on thy guilt and shame; 
    I, God, Priest, Sacrifice. 

A thief upon My right hand and My left; 
    Six hours alone, athirst, in misery: 
At length in death one smote My heart and cleft 
    A hiding-place for thee. 

Nailed to the racking cross, than bed of down 
    More dear, whereon to stretch Myself and sleep: 
So did I win a kingdom,–share My crown; 
    A harvest,–come and reap.

       – Christina G. Rossetti