Your Mercies Are New Every Morning...a poem

Your mercies are new every morning,

you renew your love for me while I'm there.

When I share, I share of your goodness,
my life shows others I care.

If I boast of anything else in this world,
then it's not Your love that they see.

It's my flesh; a life of works...
it's all about me.

But, if I spend time with you every day,
Your presence is fresh as the dew on the ground.

And in the words that I speak to others,
Only my life in you will be found.

Sammie Jean

Your mercies are new every morning

Jesus, You Are The Bread of Life

One day I was out in the yard watering my flowers and Holy Spirit just dropped into my Spirit only this one line of the Lord's prayer; "give us this day our daily bread." Yes, I know Lord, you are my provision. The more I pondered, I felt that there was more.

 I thought about the story of the Israelite's when Moses led them out of bondage. God told them that He would provide for them.  He said that each morning He would visit them and give them manna (bread) to eat.  He told them to only take enough for that day, He would  provide. He was teaching them to rely on him daily for their physical needs.

 I thought about the place where Jesus was born, Bethlehem, means "house of bread." That's pretty awesome! 

His word never changes. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever, but for some reason, He wants me to rely on Him everyday. I can't rely on yesterdays relationship or revelation alone.   He wants me to come to Him daily to get my "daily bread." He wants daily communication.  I need Him If I haven't spent time with Him daily, in close communion. If He hasn't revealed himself to me through His spoken and written word, then I am relying on "old manna or bread." I'm pretty sure He knows me and my flesh and He knows that it wouldn't take long for me to think I could do pretty good on my own. After all, I do know a lot about Him. I don't think that is what He desires from me...

He desires for me to know Him face to face...

My spiritual hunger should be so much greater than my physical hunger for Him. What if I learned to live beyond provision and into His presence?  What an awesome life that would be. Yes, He provides, but there is and never will be anything else like "His presence."

sammie jean

Only He Who Sees

Love this poem...

Father God, I want to see you "smack dab" in the middle of my life; down every path, and round every corner, (even in the smallest, mundane things of life) and enjoying every minute of it!

I really do...

Sammie Jean

Who in the World is perfect? not me for sure

 Perfection. Grab a cup of hot coffee and let's talk. I don't know about you but it has been a hard road to get to this place for me. I never thought that I was a perfectionist. From all outward appearances, it sure didn't look like it. I always took great joy in saying, "It doesn't bother me." Now that I'm trying to be honest with myself. That's just not the truth! I plan things in my mind and when they don't go like planned, it is hard to live with me. That's perfectionism! And it's baloney! You can never enjoy God's fullness if you never think you or anybody else can measure up.

Perfectionism...Type A personality...Obsessive-Compulsive...whatever name you put on it, is all about control. We try to look and act like we have everything under complete control. We do too... "total controlled chaos."  Life is always going to have it's ups and downs and what's the joy of having everything go as planned anyway? it's a lot more exciting if it doesn't...

Father God, help me today and tomorrow live in the moment that you give me, enjoying it fully. I don't have to be in control. Help me to love myself, my husband, my family, friends and strangers that I come in contact with. Help me to laugh at myself often and stop taking myself so "dog-gone" serious.

               Help me remember that I don't have to work so hard (mentally                or physically) because...

When you do it, It is good!  You said so and I believe you!

Sammie Jean