With Up Lifted Hands

Lord Forgive Me

withupliftedhands — Fri, 24 Aug 2012 03:21:23 +0000

A man kneeling giving reverence to the Lord

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Forgive the Samaritan in me that sought water elsewhere even though you promised to give me living water
Lord forgive the beggar in me that sat by the gate begging alms for today instead of receiving your permanent provision
Please hear my cry oh God and forgive me for being like Lots wife; looking behind instead of believing you for what’s ahead

Lord I beg that you forgive me for being like Samson and placing my gifts in the lap of iniquity
Forgive me for wondering aimlessly in my own desert of despair like the children of Israel instead of following your lead to my promise land
And Lord forgive the time that my faith failed like Peter when you bid me to step out in to the deep and distractions caused me to sink
But oh God I am forever grateful that in you there is redemption through your blood, forgiveness for my trespasses, according to the richness of your grace
So I forget those things which are behind and I press towards the mark and run toward the goal to take the victory of the calling of God from on high.

I am forgiven, I am redeemed and I am victorious. . .Amen

Let God Have His Way

withupliftedhands — Wed, 08 Aug 2012 05:18:11 +0000

One of the hardest things for me to do is to not give God a helping hand when it comes to my life and my destiny. I get so anxious for what God has promised me to come to pass that I often rush things. In this season in my life I found myself trying to correct past mistakes and look ahead to my future all at the same time. And finally I just let it all go, because there is a time and a process to the things of God and if we don’t complete the process it negates the timing. So letting go helped me to better understand my rhythm in God. I am learning to find my rhythm in Him because the rhythm sets the time and the timing sets the season . . .find your rhythm in him and let go and LET GOD HAVE HIS WAY!!!

I Will Rejoice And Be Glad

withupliftedhands — Tue, 31 Jul 2012 07:15:08 +0000

One day it hit me . . .I was at peace; even though I was still in the midst of “my process” my spirit was at ease. I can honestly say that I had no idea what the end was going to be, but I did know that my steps where order and I was learning to live day by day in faith, finally learning to trust God enough to let go. I didn’t need to manufacture an outcome or help God out with a solution but I had an Ah-ha moment, I truly understood Romans 8:28 (which we so loosely through around) . . .” all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose”. I was strong enough spiritually and emotionally to let go and let God. I say strong enough because you have to be strong in your faith to turn over the reins of your life to God. I was no longer in control. I am walking by faith, being led by the voice of God and the power of the Holy Spirit. I am learning to be content no matter what state I find myself in; developing an appreciation for the life and destiny that I have been given…I will rejoice and be glad

He Wants It All

withupliftedhands — Wed, 11 Jul 2012 05:25:36 +0000

There’s a voice that cries out in the silence, Searching for a heart that will love Him, Longing for a child that will give Him their all Give it all, He wants it all, And there’s a God that walks over the earth He’s searching for a heart that is desperate And longing for a child That will give Him their all Give it all, He wants it all

Take Me To The King

withupliftedhands — Mon, 02 Jul 2012 04:06:20 +0000

This song is so powerful that I could not wait to post it. The vamp is:

Take me to the king, I don’t have much to bring, my heart is torn to pieces, its my offering. Lay me at the throne, leave me there alone, to gaze upon your glory, and sing to you this song. Take me to the king

When God Says Nothing

withupliftedhands — Fri, 29 Jun 2012 03:18:38 +0000

Psalm 142:3

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With my voice I cry out to the LORD;
with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.
I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him. . .

When my spirit faints within me,
you know my way. . .

I cry to you, O LORD;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”

So the question really was what to do when God says nothing. In the midst of all my crying out, true repentance and a desire to do and be better I heard not a word from God. This bothered me tremendously because at this point I am doing all that he has asked and then some. I had turned the other check more times than I cared to think about. And what did I get . . .not a word . . .not a peep . . .not a raven by the brook . . .not a burning bush . . .nothing! I even marched around my house seven times just to see if something would happen. I couldn’t make sense of it, why was Heaven shut up during a time that I needed the Lord the most. That’s when it hit me. I wasn’t getting any new words spoken because everything God said at the beginning of my ordeal was still true here in the middle. I felt because my pain had increased and I was suffering with grace that my provision from God would change and my manifestation would be instant. But here I sat with no breakthrough in sight and things were worst not better. I remember crying one night saying to God what my four year old says to me all the time, “this was not part of the deal”. I got up from crying and decided to take inventory of what this ordeal was doing to me because from what I could tell from a casual glimpse of the situation it was sucking the very life out of me. But closer analysis revealed a very different story. The Life that was being sucked out of me was a life that God never intended for me to live. It was a life, like so many other people, that I built with little to no input from God even though I claimed he was the head of my life. He could be found in a brick or two of my life’s foundation and sprinkled about here and there but he never had a lead role. I built a life full of all the things the bible warned about and I had to bear the physical, emotional and spiritual ramifications of having that life torn down in order to be made over. So in actually the present pain that I was enduring wasn’t just about the current situation that I found myself in, as much as it was about surrendering to Gods will and doing things his way.

Having my life torn apart reminded me that I am merely a (wo)man and without him I can do nothing. But it also renewed my faith in the fact that with him all things were possible. And that a His grace is sufficient . . .will you surrender it all today?

Release

withupliftedhands — Wed, 27 Jun 2012 04:30:05 +0000

Today is a good day to be delivered and to RELEASE

Blessed Assurance

withupliftedhands — Mon, 25 Jun 2012 04:05:45 +0000

blessed assurance

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I bless God because He has been the lifter of my head in times of sorrow. He has been unspeakable joy when depression tried to consume me. He has been the peace that surpasses all understanding when I felt the whole world had come against me. He has been the sustainer of my mind on days I thought about going crazy! So on today I encourage you to look to the hills from whence cometh your help because all your help comes from the Lord who made the heavens, the earth and you!

D-Day Diagnosis Day

withupliftedhands — Fri, 22 Jun 2012 02:58:40 +0000

I remember the day so clearly . . .I sat in the doctors office and listened as he confirmed one of my greatest fears concerning my then four year old son . . .Autism. I tried to put on a brave front as we began to talk about treatment options and what the immediate future held. Just when I thought I was going to make it through this without being emotional, I felt the first tear begin to stream down my face. The nurse handed me a tissue as the doctor continued talking gingerly and placed his hand on my knee an act of reassurance.I apologized for my tears and tried to quickly regain my composure. As he continued to talk I was listening but a million questions ran through my mind, along with a million different fears. Where do we go from here, how do I get him help and how do we pay for it all? I felt the tears building up again because I felt so overwhelmed. I looked over at my son as he sat there ever so patiently on my mother’s lap. By the time we walked out of the office, I had taken a ton of notes and still did not have a clue about so many different aspects of providing for my son. All the years I spent educating children and all of the formal degrees flew out of the window. The only thing I could think to do was pray. My prayer was not just that he be made whole, but that we, as a family, be made whole and given strength for the journey. We rode home in silence. The only person talking was Lewis who was loudly shouting “pancakes and bacon” from the back seat. His appeals for breakfast made me realize that the diagnosis was just that, a diagnosis and not the end of the world. I still have a lifetime of smiles, hugs and happy moments to look forward to.

Do you remember the day your child was diagnosed with a life altering prognosis? How did you cope with the news.

So Glad I Made It – My Testimony

withupliftedhands — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 03:49:27 +0000

So glad I made it, I made it through In spite of the storm and rain, heartache and pain Still I’m declaring That I made it through See, I didn’t lose . Experience lost at a major cost But I never lost faith in you, So if you see me cry, It’s just a sign that I’m I’m still alive I got some scars, but I’m still alive In spite of calamity, He still has a plan for me And it’s working for my good And it’s building my testimony.