He shall cover you with His feathers…

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Day Two: He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge.

Psalm 91:4

 

My dear sister has challenged me to post a scripture a day for seven days. I am on day two and the writer in me has taken over. I may or may not post each day’s scripture here, but today I simply had to expound on the scripture I am sharing.
 
 How many of you have ever tiptoed into a bedroom to cover a sleeping child? Tenderly, you pull up the blankets and tuck them snugly around the precious little one. You may bend and gently kiss his or her cheek. Then you stand and simply gaze at that sleeping, tousled head. Love wells within you and threatens to burst right out of your chest.
Sound familiar? That is what I see in my spirit whenever I read or think about this verse. With His feathers my Heavenly Father gently covers me. He leans over and tenderly brushes a kiss upon my cheek. He watches over me with a love so passionate and unconditional that I cannot even begin to fathom its depths.  It fills Him, fills the room, fills me. Oh what love!
 
He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge…
 
© Sharon E. Coleman 2015

He Came Back!

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John 20:6-7  then Simon Peter came, following him (John), and went into the tomb;  and he saw the linen cloths lying there, and the handkerchief that had been around His head, not lying with the linen cloths but folded together in a place by itself.

Custom dictated that when people reclined at table, they would always have a napkin. If someone rose from table but intended to return, he would fold his napkin and leave it at his place. However if he was not intending to return, he would crumple his napkin and leave it at his place.

When the disciples found the linens in which Jesus was wrapped, the napkin used to cover the face of Jesus was folded by itself. The message? I AM RETURNING!

All praise to our Risen Lord, He is risen! He is here! He came back!

THE  BRIDGE

On the brink of eternity, life’s treasures spent

A chasm of guilt at their feet

Their backs bent and burdened by choices they’d made

No avenues left for retreat

Abortion. The word burns like fire in her soul

Thirty years could not deaden the sting

Of laughter not heard, fairy tales never told

Lullabies that she never would sing

Alcohol. Echos of warnings ignored.

If you’re going to drink, please do not drive

Had he taken the time to heed their advice

That child might still be alive

Adultery. Regret. bitter sorrow and tears

If only she’d not given in

He’d forgiven her yes, but look at the pain

That was caused because of her sin

                          †

 On a hill called Golgotha construction begins

As the life’s breath of heaven stands still

Three nails and one tree are all that are used

According to God’s Holy Will

                          †

On the brink of forever, the canyon of guilt

Loomed before them with no way around

Their lives spent and worthless, all hope was gone

When suddenly they heard a sound

The gates of eternity trembled and shook

The earth groaned in urgent reply

And behold, before them God’s Son appeared

On a bridge that split open the sky

“Though your sins be as scarlet, they’ll be white as snow

If you’ll come by the way I’ve prepared

The Father is waiting to welcome you in

Not a resource in heaven was spared”

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There’s a chasm of sin, which no man can cross

And it stands between heaven and me

But God built a bridge at the hands of His Son

It was made with three nails and one tree

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© Sharon Coleman  2015

 

Text Message From Jesus

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Call Me

I would that you call Me first, but if you won’t, call Me last

  • When you’ve reached the end of your rope, call Me
  • When the road you’re on reaches a dead end with no return, call Me
  • When your heart has been broken into pieces too small to repair, call Me
  • When your friends forsake you, call Me
  • When all of your options opt out, call Me
  • When the Dr. says there’s no hope, call Me
  • When sorrow brings darkness that no light can pierce, call Me
  • When the night is too long to bear, call Me
  • When guilt, regret and shame threaten to consume your very soul, call Me
  • When all hope is gone and there’s no place to turn, call Me

I would that you call me first, but if you won’t, call Me last

Call Me, I’m waiting…

© Sharon E. Coleman 2014

Search Me Lord

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Those of you who have followed my blogs over the past few weeks may be asking, “Is Psalm 91 the only thing she reads?”

The answer is, “No, but… ”

You see, The Lord does have me on a loop here, and until He says move on, I’ll stay.

As I was sitting with Him this morning, I found myself rather straining to figure out exactly how to ‘enter’ His secret place.  So I asked Him, “Papa, how do I enter Your secret place?”

I dearly love how He never says the expected, but He always answers out of His love for me.  He responded to my question by asking, “How does one enter your secret place?”

It dawned on me then. It was I who had barriers and conditions, not Him. I thought about those (rare) times when I had allowed complete access to my heart. The first thing I thought of was my grandchildren. They truly invaded the innermost recesses of my heart. I love them with complete and utter abandon. Up until that time I loved, and loved deeply, the Lord, my husband, my family, and my friends. But due to life’s hurts and hard knocks, I had unwittingly maintained a buffer around my heart to protect myself from more pain and loss.

Wow.  I was a little stunned with that revelation. I don’t need to strive to enter His secret place, but I do need to grant Him access to mine. How novel is that? How like my wonderful, loving Heavenly Father!

So I recruited the help of a good friend of mine. You may know Him, many call Him Holy Spirit, Jesus called Him Helper and Comforter. It is His supreme pleasure to facilitate an upgrade in our walk with Jesus, so He was only too pleased to help me.

Now I pray, “Papa, please enter and inhabit every part of my heart, every part. I know you love me with pure unfettered abandon. I also know that nothing I could do would make you love me more, and nothing I could do would make you love me less. However, now I can more freely receive and reciprocate that love. What an awesome, amazing and brilliant God I serve.”

Disappointment’s jagged scars
Yesterdays of fear and doubt
Search me Lord, You know my heart
Remove these chains that keep You out
 
I open wide the secret place
Invite You in; give You the key
The past is gone, the new is here
Possess the deepest parts of me
 
© Sharon E. Coleman