This morning I was reading in Ps. 105 :17- 19,
about Joseph, how he was in stocks, iron around his neck, so that a Yahweh
could try his heart. I thought about those of us with physical pain that will
not stop, even though we pray earnestly for it. How it tries our faith at
times. Faith, that we are still the Fathers child. I wonder if it is a type of
stocks, and irons, and it is a time of trying our hearts. Sometimes we find out we are not
as strong as we think in some areas. We come to know ourselves in times of stress.
I thought of women that go for natural child birth, how they tell them to focus
on something an breath. I hurt so bad my focus was on me, not a spot on the wall.
But if I can, at those times I hurt so bad, focus on my Heavenly Father, and
just praise Him with every thing I can think of, maybe my focus will change
off the hurt to Him.
When I hurt so awfully bad, I sent up an extra prayer for those I know of that are ill. Sometimes, it is just a blanket prayer for those that are ill at that time, and need so bad to have their prayers answered. The ones that are suffering so,
that they would not loose faith. Faith that our Father really is. That even if
it were a test unto death, for what ever reason they would die in faith. We see
where we will not be allowed to be tested beyond our ability to bear it. I
don't know why some die of horrible diseases. My husbands mother died of lung cancer.
She wanted to die. Why? Her eyes would light up, and she would say, glory,
glory , glory! I just want to die because of what I know is waiting. She died
in faith.
I think of our Master, and how there is no pain man can experience ,that
would be like all the pain from the different sources of His body being
afflicted that could hurt like He did. He was imprisoned, by being nailed to
the stake, and by pain. Yet He love us so much He was our sin sacrifice for
all the stupid things we ever did. Now we are clean, gloriously clean. Not
guilty of one thing we ever did wrong. We can go into the throne room, right
before our Heavenly Father, the place where just in shadow of it the priest
could only go one time a year. Now we have a high priest, that intercedes for
us in all things. With him we can go in to the most Holy of Holies. With all
the Holy angels, singing and worship with all the other saints that are
gathered in prayer and praise around His throne. Oh my......
He inhabits the place of praise. The devil flees the place of praise.
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