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"Blessed are the poor in spirit"
By Catherine O'Halloran
Shielded by the mists of merciful tenderness,
we find ourselves in posession
of vast and awesome wealth
intangible wealth,
beyond all earthly recompense.
The great and glorious future that is ours,
at such great cost to him,
who loved enough to lay down his life
for his friends
The quiet still waters where he leads rise,
and overflow from his heart,
the spring of mercy,
the fountain of joy and love divine.
Priceless are the gifts he bestows on us,
his children,
heavenly and glorious gifts
flow gently to our hearts
Unlocked are his arms
to tenderly carry his weary lambs
along his road of peace,
kindness and gratitude
he shows in abundance to those
who love him.
The weary find rest, the fearful a refuge.
The broken-hearted find solace
and are cherished.
Sing praises to our God
who waits to receive our many burdens, who waits with such inordinate
patience
to effect our healing.
The sheer expression of his love
is gloriously boundless.
Below the fathomless depths of ocean; above and beyond the vault
of the skies reaches your love my God.
O, how we need you my God,
O, how we need your love.
Bless our need.
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Walking
with Jesus
Part
3
Many
years ago, after the birth of my first child, I went through
a particularly dark depressing time. Often during this period,
I would have a 'mountain top' experience. Someone offered
me a job in a hotel. I would sit for hours on my own looking
after coats. This may seem like a tedious job, but in God's
mercy, it gave me a chance to spend time with Him alone. Each
working night, in the agony of my soul, I would ask the Holy
Spirit to visit me. He would faithfully come and I would leave
that place in the early hours of the morning in great joy.
These times of revelation were so refreshing and instructional.
However,
immediately after the joy and peace of those beautiful hours,
I would come down to earth with a bang to live the God-given
instructions out in the valley. Down there in the mundane
day-to-day struggles, the memory of these beautiful experiences
faded quickly and the negative voices became louder than ever.
Like
a beautiful rare flower brought down from the highest peaks
of a mountain, I learnt to write down the revelations so that
when the fog in the valley became thick and dark, I would
have a reminder of my Lord's directions of how to get out
of this time of depression. But, the effort to believe in
the authenticity of my joyous experience and to put the simple
practical steps into practise, that were learnt in it, seemed
an almost impossible task.
The
Lord made it clear that if I was to live out His instructions,
I would progress. If not, I would have to go round the same
mountain again. Of course I failed often ...Yes.. He would
take me up to the top of that mountain to get my refreshment
again, but I would be no further on in getting out of the
state I was in. Slowly, by the grace of God, I learnt by my
mistakes and each step following Jesus, brought me freedom
and healing. And I discovered a secret... I would never have
to fear that pit again, for I'd found the way out of every
pit.... Jesus.
John
14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the
life:
John
8:31-36 Then said Jesus to those Jews which believed on him,
If ye continue in my word, [then] are ye my disciples indeed;
And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you
free.
They answered him, We be Abraham's seed, and were never in
bondage to any man: how sayest thou, Ye shall be made free?
Jesus answered them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whosoever
committeth sin is the servant of sin.
And the servant abideth not in the house for ever: [but] the
Son abideth ever.
If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free
indeed.
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