A Baby’s Prayer

Here are the lyrics to a wonderful, poignant song written by Scott Brasher and Kathy Troccoli. The song is on Kathy’s album, “Love and Mercy”.

There are videos on You Tube you can watch, as well.

A Baby’s Prayer

I can hear her talking with a friend
I think it’s all about me
Oh how she can’t have a baby now
My Mommy doesn’t see

That I feel her breathe, I know her voice
Her blood, it flows through my heart
God you know my greatest wish is that
We’d never be apart

But if I should die before I wake
I pray her soul You’ll keep
Forgive her Lord, she doesn’t know
That You gave life to me

Do I really have to say goodbye
Don’t want this time to be through
Oh please tell her that I love her Lord
And that You love her too

‘Cause if I should die before I wake
I pray her soul You’ll keep
Forgive her Lord, she doesn’t know
That You gave life to me

On the days when she may think of me
Please comfort her with the truth
That the angels hold me safe and sound
‘Cause I’m in Heaven with You
I’m in Heaven with You

Your child, created by loving father God lives inside you. Please let your child live. Don’t have an abortion. Have an ultrasound; see your child living and growing inside you. Give God a chance to work in your life and in the life of your child.

Donna


Creation, God’s Gift To Us And Himself

Age has a way of reminding us how great the gift of life and time is. I love fall, and the range of colors it brings.  One of my great desires is to be a “leafer”, and travel all the beautiful scenic routes.  I feel very close to my creator at this time of year.  Unfortunately, my finances and life are not equal to this ambitious travel desire, so, I’ve made a promise to myself to make the most of the colors and beauty around me.

My area of Nebraska doesn’t have the glorious abundance of orange and red leaves of hardwood trees like the eastern United States. I live on the Platte River, and it’s lined with the striking beauty of weather hardened cottonwood trees.  Their scarred branches reach up across the water proudly displaying their medals of honor.  Stunning gold, sunlight-reflecting waxy coated leaves that refuse to drop until the last frigid windy moment.  I’ve grown up with the cottonwoods and their sturdy familiarity and the soothing clacking sound their leaves make while bumping together in the western plains wind. The trees awaken family memories of my childhood  and cover me with peace.

In town, there are orange-hued maple trees and bright red shrubs. We baby the flowering blooms of hardy fall mums, covering them with old sheets when a hard freeze threatens and I’m not ready or willing, to give up their fall color.  Eventually, to my dismay and outspoken wishes for them to hang on, the trees drop their showy brilliance and the mums succumb to the cold. Life happens and moves on. It takes me longer . . .

You notice I said life, not death.  The trees still live and the flowers will sprout again in the spring.  Their appearance changes, but they do not die.  This last month, I’ve meditated on life and spent time praying and reading the bible during my lunch hours.  This fall I chose a few of those hours to drive around town and thanked God for His majestic creation. How blessed I am to see and enjoy it.  I noticed on the days I concentrated on God’s goodness, my attitude was much improved when I returned to my job after lunch.

During my drives I asked God questions, like, “Am I making a difference for Your kingdom here on earth?  Does what I do and prayers I pray really matter?”  He reminded me that I, too, was part of His creation, a very important part, as we ALL are.  He created us to have a relationship with Him, to know Him, not just know about Him.  A personal, intimate knowledge which comes only through spending time with Him.  I was doing this on my lunch times by praying and reading His word and asking the Holy Spirit to speak with me, but the state of being quiet before God and meditating on Him was how He answered a large part of my questions.

In the stillness, with a heart and mind focused on Father God, I could hear Him speak.

I’m learning to pray all the time, but especially at night, when I can’t sleep.  I ask God to forgive our nation for the sin of abortion, and I ask Him to do whatever it takes to stop it, not just here but everywhere.  I ask God for mercy and to shake what has to be shaken in order to make our country realize their need for Jesus Christ and the salvation and life He offers us. Yes, God is glorified in His creation, but His Son died and rose again for people.  People of all nations, that He loves and desires to dwell with in relationship. Abortion takes the life of His greatest creation.  Human beings, created in His image, for His glory, to be His sons and daughters. Each of us is unique and gifted with the qualities and talents to do His will on earth.

So, when you look and appreciate the beauty in nature around you, remember, we, God’s children, are His greatest and most valuable creation.

Father God gives only good gifts to His children.  We need to do the same.  Give our children life.

God bless each one of you.

Donna

 

 

 

 

 

Prayer For An Upside Down Heart

Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.  Romans 8:39

Nothing can separate us from the love of Christ.  Nothing.  Then, why do I feel broken?  When I neglect my time alone with Father God, I allow anxiety, fear and the cares of this world to invade my heart, and if I don’t rebuke the evil one’s lies and replace them with God’s word about His love for me, His blessings and His care, I wind up in a mess.  Stirred up, angry, resentful and anxiety ridden.

I need alone time, but I go to bed and hope it passes.  It doesn’t.  I wake up.  It’s 2:00 in the morning.

“Father God,” I speak into my pillow. “I just want to sit at your feet.  I don’t want to ask for Your help again because you’ve done that so many times, helped me, blessed me.”

“Yet, You tell me to ask because You love me so much.  But, I think what’s going on in my upside down heart can be handled by resting in You.  I listen and wait, but the noise in my head is so loud it shuts out everything else, and the harder I try, the more the silence crowds me.”

I toss and turn.  My sheets tangle around my feet and I stare blankly at the ceiling, hoping this time will be a night You show me Your face, Father God, Your plans for me and for the people whose lives you’ve planned for my life to touch with Your love and grace. I cringe at the last thought.  In this state, how can I help anyone?

Quiet’s cymbals crash in my ears, and I sense my breathing quicken.  I put my hands on my chest, attempting to slow it’s rise and fall, to calm myself so I can sense the Holy Spirit’s quiet whisper.  “I know I’m not,” I speak into the dark. “But tonight . . . I feel lost.  I know Your Spirit lives inside me, so I can’t be without You no matter what I feel.”  That last thought signals my faith to rise.  I feel safe, and stop thrashing.

“So,” I whisper, “Help me, Lord, I love You.  Forgive me for allowing lies and fear to sit on Your throne in my heart instead of faith. I just want to be with You, now.”

I praise Him for His majesty and holiness.  Tears roll down my cheeks and puddle in my ears. “Thank you for loving me and holding me in the palm of Your hand and in Your unwavering heart.  You made me, You know all my days from the beginning of time.  You have a plan for me. Your constant faithfulness woos me.  Your strength carries me.”

The peaceful transition I long for begins.  I learned a long time ago about what the “deer panting for water” means.  As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.  Psalms 42:1

Only the Father will satisfy my thirst.  Peace floods me and washes over me in waves, and after some time praying in the Spirit, I feel the weighty pressure of His presence. It’s like my body is being gently pushed down on the mattress and my breathing slows.  Every part of me noticeably, physically relaxes.  The calm is amazing. Nothing can come to me that He doesn’t allow and I remember again His mercy. Literally, I don’t want to move because I don’t want to ruin the heavy beauty of the moment.  I wait for His voice, or for Him to show me a picture or give me a scripture.  I inhale the thick peace cocooning me.

It’s wonderful.  Every time is like the first time I felt the weightiness of Him here with me.  I long for this, His presence, and He doesn’t disappoint.

Everything I brooded over fades away. It’s just God and me.

I wait in quietness.  He loves me back to sanity and peace, forgiving me for not taking my thoughts captive to Jesus Christ which is how I ended up in the chaos of “what ifs”.

God created each of us to have an intimate relationship with Him.  He wants us.  Make a place in your heart for Him to dwell.

Can God find a resting place in you?  I hope so.

Amen . . .

Donna

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Slaughter of Innocents Happens Every Day . . .

December 14, 2012. I stood motionless in my workplace break room, staring up at the TV in horrified disbelief.  Had I just heard the newscaster say that twenty children and six adults were violently murdered in an elementary school in Connecticut? My hand slid up to my throat, my heart raced.  I backed up against the table, grateful that I was alone in the usually busy room. Immediately, I thought of my little grandsons, three and a half and two and a half.

The journalist said the children killed were six and seven. I couldn’t move.  Tears welled up, and I swallowed hard against their threatened spill.  A groaning prayer erupted in my heart and regurgitated across my lips. “Father, God.” I whispered in a shaky voice.  ” I know from what you’ve shown me, those precious little ones are with You, now, safe and loved, free from the evil horror perpetrated against them.  But the parents . . . oh, God, oh God!  How will they survive the agonizing pain?”  “Only You can help them recover, if it is survivable, only Your mercy, kindness and love can cradle them.  Please comfort, love and shelter them, please.  I know You will.  You’re constant and unshakeable.  Please hold onto every victim’s family members and friends. Reveal Your heart to them over and over, as long as it takes.  Thank you.”  I had to clock in from lunch, I’d already waited too long.  Nothing seemed important except running to my grandsons, squeezing them and feeling their warm bodies pressed against my broken heart.  Instead, I returned to my computer, my job . . . and prayed for protection for everyone I loved.

After work, I went home and stood in front of our beautiful Christmas tree.  “Dear God, Christmas.” I spoke into the silence.  “How will those families face Christmas? Some will have already wrapped gifts under their trees for their sweet innocent child who will not be there?”  I prayed again, the only thing that got me through that day.  “Help them, Father, help them!”

Amidst what I was feeling, I thought of my daughter.  She’d given birth just one week before to my precious granddaughter, our first little girl, and little she is, but healthy, and so beautiful.  I remembered something she’d said in the hospital after giving birth.  Her new daughter lay sleeping peacefully on her chest after being nursed.  My daughter glanced up and said, “Just think, a little while ago she was inside me.” At the time she said it, we smiled and agreed how amazing it was.  I also remember thinking that according to our U.S law, she could have aborted her daughter right up to her delivery.  I remember feeling sickened from the thought.  The innocent little girl our whole family so anxiously awaited, who lay sleeping so sweetly, could have been murdered just hours ago, legally, by a choice, and by people willing to do the heinous deed.

The Holy Spirit spoke to me.  “Innocents are slaughtered every day.”  His words dangled in the air like hearing a heartbeat you listen closely to hear, then He continued speaking.  “People are rightly outraged over the school children’s deaths.  The horror appears worse because they were so young.  They can’t put it anywhere in their minds.” I didn’t move, not wanting anything to distract me from His words. “What is the difference in their deaths and the adults who died, their ages?”  I knew what He was telling me.  My granddaughter was the same, born or unborn.  The elementary students were the same as the adults, or my granddaughter.  The only difference was their age, their stage of life.  You could tell from the media frenzy and national reaction to the crime, the deaths of the innocent children seemed more shocking, more brutal. Everyone wants an answer to “WHY”?

The deaths at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown Connecticut will never be forgotten.  Except for the grace of God, the lives taken will leave deep wounds that may never heal. Yet, millions of innocent children are murdered all over the world because we believe the lies that they’re not viable human life in utero, or just unformed tissue.  We’re told because of their stage of life, the unborn are somehow less valuable, less human, incapable of caring for themselves and therefore, have no human rights or are just not human.

The children murdered at Sandy Hook  Elementary were still in need of food and clothing to live, they needed shelter and love and someone to care for their welfare.  Were they, because they were six and seven more valuable than the unborn or newborn, like my granddaughter?   There is no difference!  Give this serious thought.  Murder is murder.  As a society, we’ve chosen to believe the pro-choice lies and the lies of the abortion industry.  Just because we’ve convinced ourselves, does not make it true.

Yes, everyday Sandy Hook happens all over the world.  Where is the outcry?  Think of the lives who will never be and the generations that will not exist because of this evil we call abortion.  We do not deserve it, but I constantly ask God to have mercy and forgive us.

As a nation, we’ve allowed the slaughter of innocents.

Please, please do not choose abortion.  Have an ultrasound.  See the little baby, fully formed, living and growing inside your body.

Choose life.

Donna

 

Living Life In The Calm And Storm

Nebraska author, Willa Cather said, “Some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.”  It’s true, and we spend a large amount of time attempting to escape the stress of storms sometimes brought on by our own choices.

In Greek, peace means to get hold of quietness by eliminating what distracts and attempts to destroy serenity.  It’s a forceful removal. 

Not quite how our culture thinks of it, a deep-breathing, think about waterfalls and clouds state of mind.  I’m not saying that pleasant thoughts aren’t good for our blood pressure, but to achieve spiritual and physical calm often requires violent persistence on our part.

God is peace, and when you have a personal relationship with Him through Jesus Christ, you carry who God is inside your spirit.  You carry His peace.  Peace destroys the works of the devil against us.  Carrying sin in our heart keeps us from doing and having the things in our life that God wants.  Repentance destroys the barrier of sin that separates us from God, resulting in calm and sends a message to the devil that he can no longer attack us. 

Developing an intimate relationship with God through time spent with Him in worship, prayer and reading the bible, we learn to trust Him and know His heart towards us, which is good and loving.  This personal relationship causes us to want to keep our hearts clean from sin.  You want to be quick to repent.

No matter what circumstances seek to destroy your life, you can wage war against the devil by turning to God.  His peace is our weapon.  Jesus Christ is our hope and refuge, our calm.  Call on Him, trust Him to destroy the chaos around you.  He wants life in all it’s fullness for us, here on earth as it is in heaven.  We don’t have to wait untill we die.

Let me pray with you . 

“Father, God.  Don’t let us run from You but towards You.  You love us so much.  Nothing we’re going through is too hard for You to solve, and nothing we’ve done that’s sin, is too big for you to forgive, if we’ll just ask.  Come Holy Spirit in power, and help anyone reading this post to reach out to Jesus for His forgiveness, love and peace.  Help us take hold of this weapon inside us and make a difference for good in the lives of others around us.  Thank you for your goodness and mercy towards us.”

AMEN

Donna

Holidays Heartaches Healing and Children

When we look past the commercialism, crazy schedules and overspending we impose on ourselves, the majority of us look forward to the Christmas season and have fond memories of family, friends and special moments.  But for many people, the holidays represent sadness, depression, family disputes and heartache, and for women longing for a child, the story of the birth of Christ is a reminder of what is missing in their lives. A baby.

During my years of infertility, walking through the stores at Christmas and seeing the toys and children’s clothing so prominently displayed only intensified my pain.  I longed to buy the little red dresses and shiny patent shoes, the footballs, the train sets, all the things parents walking beside me were piling into their carts, while sometimes complaining about it, then checking off their lists.  There were no items on my list for a child and another hole opened in my heart for what was not to be.  After a few years, I protected myself and avoided the children’s departments.  I headed straight for the sections that had gifts for the adults in my family and planned trips to stores that sold only groceries for the holiday celebration.

When I thought it couldn’t get worse, my sisters-in-law who were both younger than myself and married after me, had babies.  Now, I had to listen to my parents and my in-laws extol the sweetness and beauty of the two granddaughters who graced their lives.  The babies were both very precious, and I loved them, but neither was mine, and now, I couldn’t escape the children’s sections any longer.

Children and Christmas are made for each other.  After all, the story of Christmas is about the birth of Jesus, the son of God, His miraculous entry into the earth, His plan for the salvation of mankind.  He was and is the perfect gift.

I share this with you because it’s easy to get caught up in your pain and forget the purpose of Christ’s birth which is salvation.  The highly important gift of forgiveness is not the only thing available in the word save, as used in Luke 9:56. “For the Son of  Man did not come to destroy men’s lives, but to save them” In the original Greek the word save, is sozo, which means complete salvation.  It has everything we need, forgiveness of sin, healing of disease and deliverance from torment.  Jesus came to save our whole body, mind and spirit.  Jesus does every thing well.  He loves every part of us and wants us to live victoriously now, here on earth.  Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven.  There is no sickness, disease, torment or lack in heaven.

Children are a blessing from God.  He wants to give you a child.  He wants to heal your body; He wants deliver your mind and spirit from torment and release them to His salvation.  You can ask Him for that.  You can ask Him to forgive you if you’ve had an abortion and He will.  He loves each of us and to prove it, He sent Jesus, His only son, for the purpose of dying and becoming our sin, our disease and our torment. In my post, Baby Showers, I prayed a prayer for conceiving a child and for forgiveness.  Read the prayer, pray it and believe in Jesus who came to give us the gift of Himself and all the goodness attached to Him.

May the blessing of God and His full intentions for you come to pass in your lifetime through God’s strength and power of the Holy Spirit.

Donna

Reconciliation Prayer

A few years ago I wrote a prayer for reconciling my heart with my son.  I’ve prayed it often about other people and circumstances, but mostly in regard to my attitude.  Time has brought the gift of wisdom in a few areas at least, and when the Holy Spirit reminds me to first remove the log from my eye so I can pray for others about the speck in theirs, I hasten to do so.

If you’ve read my posts, you know I have two children who are adopted.  I am their mother in every sense of that word and that includes the stresses, tensions and disappointments experienced by both the parent and the child.  My children bring me great joy and love, but we are human beings, and with that, we get the flaws and the pain as well.  Here is my prayer.  Use it as a guide to help in your life and parenting experience.

Reconcile my son to me.  Reconcile me to my son.  Cleanse us both and set us free from me verses him and him verses me.
Lord Jesus, dig up the lies from our hearts and expose them to the light of your truth.  Purge us, renew our minds and our hearts.
Cover us with your blood sacrifice.
Create in me a clean heart.  Give me yours.  Forgive us, both.  Protect us.
In your mercy, restore the time lost with joyful expectation.  Replace old memories of both our disappointments with fresh hope in you, Jesus.  Give us joy, belief, faith, certainty and the freshness of your Holy Spirit.
Grant us the restorative power of Your love.
Thank you for making us a family.  Help us always to remember how much we love each other.
Let it be this day as you led me to pray.  Amen!”
Donna