Then In The Light That Faith Beholds...

Before my feet hit the floor this morning,

I could hear my phone dinging with

messages as fresh 'creature cares' begin again!

Some cares are smaller than others,

But care fodder is prayer fodder!

We do not bear our cares alone!

(today's post is kind of a sequel to the previous post)

John 14: 1&27

“Let not your heart be troubled;

you believe in God, believe also in Me...

Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you;

not as the world gives do I give to you.

Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

(read the whole glorious chapter HERE)

Sometimes from our earthly vantage-points it truly could feel

like God fails us, thus it is by faith, not explanation

that we believe in Him and pray

for more Christ-like humility; Phil.2:6-8

Because Christ 'Who, being in very nature[a] God,

did not consider equality with

God something to be used to his own advantage;

7 rather, he made himself nothing

by taking the very nature[b] of a servant,

being made in human likeness.

8 And being found in appearance as a man,

he humbled himself

by becoming obedient to death—

even death on a cross!

A new day dawns, replete with this world's constant creature cares

But He who grants life's daily lease hears and attends our prayers

And keeps His promises in spite of what appears to be

We do not shoulder this world's cares alone or hopelessly

...if we believe in God we know He works for good, not bad 

Then this new day the Lord has made grants reason to be glad

Whatever prayer may seem unheard, whatever griefs befall

He who cares for the little bird cares for us, one and all

Our Father in Heaven is a God who cares; He hears

Our prayers, and works his perfect will in spite of what appears

Contrary to what seemeth good; God is in full control

His rod reproves; His staff rescues and restores the careworn soul 

Sorrow is the price tag of love; a hub of prayers and tears

A midnight call until we cry 'speak Lord, Thy servant hears'

A gate to sacred gardens where we pour our groaning pleas

Where God still sends His angels to secret Gethsemanes

The cares that vex this body that is destined to decay

Kindles a kind of offering that rises as we pray

And somewhere beyond Time, replete with sin's accursed woes 

 In golden bowls of incense prayer-aroma overflows

Lord, let life's darkest hour draw our hearts to Calvary

To gaze upon what looked like triumph of humanity

Rather than sin's curse broken and death's power overthrown 

Then in the light that faith beholds lead us through each unknown 

Janet Martin

What a Day That Will Be 

Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled" - Carroll Roberson