Goodnight Good Morning

My dear Blogger friends,

after a very disturbing day, mentally and physically, I took my nightly medicines to try to cover up this unexpected panic attack.

It might be because of the stress I went through or, I have no idea why, spent these last 12 long hours with the attack slowly degrading my strength but, in the midst of my battles, I realized that God was doing my defense.

I went in and out of my “reality”, to another place where the panic was no more but God was not there as well.

A vacuum of nothingness so deep that I kept falling and never hit the bottom.

I thank my Lord Jesus Christ for as always, protecting me and letting me understand again HE IS my strength.

Once I realized again I was not losing my mind, just going through a rough spot in my life, again.

I love my Lord so very much! The peace I have now is a joyful one where the panic has been replaced with a bit of my heart that was missing all day.

His presence I forgot, way too long today.

If you are now going to sleep, remember as I finally did that HE has “your Back” as HE has mine.

I am His Princess,

64 years old in a month, a little chunky, no idea how I would survive without Him and thankfully I will not “have” to be without Him anymore, in my life.

I am deeply in love with Jesus my groom. 

I am a Child Of God, a princess, waiting to be Married soon to our King.

If you did read all of this till the end, Thanks and forgive the simplistic way I write.

God bless you.

His Angels and Spirit have you covered in His love,

Later,

Pat.

Morning & Evening e-Sword Study Bible

February 8
Morning
“Thou shalt call his name Jesus.” — Mat_1:21
When a person is dear, everything connected with him becomes dear for his sake. Thus, so precious is the person of the Lord Jesus in the estimation of all true believers, that everything about him they consider to be inestimable beyond all price. “All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia,” said David, as if the very vestments of the Saviour were so sweetened by his person that he could not but love them. Certain it is, that there is not a spot where that hallowed foot hath trodden-there is not a word which those blessed lips have uttered-nor a thought which his loving Word has revealed-which is not to us precious beyond all price. And this is true of the names of Christ-they are all sweet in the believer’s ear. Whether he be called the Husband of the Church, her Bridegroom, her Friend; whether he be styled the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world-the King, the Prophet, or the Priest-every title of our Master-Shiloh, Emmanuel, Wonderful, the Mighty Counsellor-every name is like the honeycomb dropping with honey, and luscious are the drops that distil from it. But if there be one name sweeter than another in the believer’s ear, it is the name of Jesus. Jesus! it is the name which moves the harps of heaven to melody. Jesus! the life of all our joys. If there be one name more charming, more precious than another, it is this name. It is woven into the very warp and woof of our psalmody. Many of our hymns begin with it, and scarcely any, that are good for anything, end without it. It is the sum total of all delights. It is the music with which the bells of heaven ring; a song in a word; an ocean for comprehension, although a drop for brevity; a matchless oratorio in two syllables; a gathering up of the hallelujahs of eternity in five letters.
“Jesus, I love thy charming name,
‘Tis music to mine ear.”
Evening
“He shall save his people from their sins.” — Mat_1:21
Many persons, if they are asked what they understand by salvation, will reply, “Being saved from hell and taken to heaven.” This is one result of salvation, but it is not one tithe of what is contained in that boon. It is true our Lord Jesus Christ does redeem all his people from the wrath to come; he saves them from the fearful condemnation which their sins had brought upon them; but his triumph is far more complete than this. He saves his people “from their sins.” Oh! sweet deliverance from our worst foes. Where Christ works a saving work, he casts Satan from his throne, and will not let him be master any longer. No man is a true Christian if sin reigns in his mortal body. Sin will be in us-it will never be utterly expelled till the spirit enters glory; but it will never have dominion. There will be a striving for dominion-a lusting against the new law and the new spirit which God has implanted-but sin will never get the upper hand so as to be absolute monarch of our nature. Christ will be Master of the heart, and sin must be mortified. The Lion of the tribe of Judah shall prevail, and the dragon shall be cast out. Professor! is sin subdued in you? If your life is unholy your heart is unchanged, and if your heart is unchanged you are an unsaved person. If the Saviour has not sanctified you, renewed you, given you a hatred of sin and a love of holiness, he has done nothing in you of a saving character. The grace which does not make a man better than others is a worthless counterfeit. Christ saves his people, not in their sins, but from them. “Without holiness no man shall see the Lord.” “Let every one that nameth the name of Christ depart from iniquity.” If not saved from sin, how shall we hope to be counted among his people. Lord, save me now from all evil, and enable me to honour my Saviour.

Rylisms e-Sword Study Bible

February 8
Unveiling the Big Picture
“By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God” (Rom_5:2).
Now we come to the unveiling of the Big Picture. As you can see in the illustration, we’ve added the final touch to it. “Standing in Grace” is what God wants for each of us, and all things work together for our good unto that purpose.
Thus, in everything we give thanks for we know that God is somehow using this or that to conform us more and more to the likeness of Jesus, and to bring us to this most blessed place – a place called Grace – where we may STAND.
“Having done all, STAND,” Paul exhorts us. (see Eph_6:13).
The word means to stand sure, as opposed to floundering; to stand up, as opposed to cowering. It means to stand out, in the sense of excelling; to stand still, in the sense of abiding; to stand fast, in the sense of enduring. It means to stand true and faithful to the end.
All of this and more we can and will do by the grace of God.
“I am what I am by the grace of God,” Paul exulted, “and His grace given to me was not in vain; for I labored more abundantly than they all. Yet, it was not me, but the grace of God that was in me!” (1Co_15:10)
Oh for the day we each one of us can say this!
Having humbled ourselves under the mighty hand of God by embracing His will for our lives, rather than grasping and clutching to our own selfish dreams and schemes, we now stand in a place called Grace.
And it is here that God has opened a funnel of faith whereby we may experience the fullness of His empowering presence in our lives. And as we grow and grace, being strengthened by the power of Christ to do God’s will, we will reign in life as overcomers.
Here is how Paul summed it up for us:
“So now that we have been made right in God’s sight by faith in His promises, we can have real peace with Him because of what Jesus Christ has done for us. For because of our faith He has brought us into this place of highest privilege where we now stand, and we confidently and joyfully look forward to actually becoming all that God has had in mind for us to be.” (Rom_5:1-2 The Living Bible)
you catch that? When we stand in Grace — this place of highest privilege — we can “confidently and joyfully look forward to actually becoming all that God has had in mind for us to be.”
“Yes, I caught that! After all, that’s what fishermen do.”
“Huh?”
The odd and unexpected remark gave us all in the group a momentary pause. But the grin on the man’s face who made the remark suddenly caused us to realize that the Apostle Peter had joined our tour!
We’ll talk to him tomorrow!

Devotional Sermons e-Sword Study Bible

February 8
Creation’s Witness to the Youth of Jesus
“Thou hast the dew of thy youth.” Psa_110:3
By taking a bit of liberty with these poetic words, we shall apply them, without any prelude, to the person of the Lord Jesus Christ. Now, there are two expressions in our text to which we shall give attention, and the first of these is youth: “Thou hast the dew of thy youth.”
They say that in heaven the saints are always young. No weariness of age can enter there. It is eternal morning around the throne of God. And if that is so, and I do not think it is a dream, it is because there is reflected the light of Jesus Christ on the face of every saint, and the light of Jesus is the light of youth. Christ is forever young. He is eternally the morning star. And that is the first thought our text suggests—the everlasting youth of Jesus.
But there is another key word in our text, and that is dew: “Thou hast the dew of thy youth.” And the thought of dew calls us back from the heavens and spreads before us this earth on which we dwell. There is no dew in heaven, for in heaven there is no night, no change of heat and cold, no need of the sun to lighten the day. It is this world which is the realm of dew. It is here that the miracle of dew is wrought, where every blade of grass on a summer morning sparkles and glances as if sprinkled with diamonds. To think of dew, then, is to think of nature. On the one hand we have the eternal youth of Christ, and for us who are Christians, Christ is the creator. On the other hand we have this great creation, the handiwork of this eternal youth. Let us combine the two. Let us try and discover the witness of creation to the perpetual youth of Jesus Christ.
Youth, the Season of Energy
First, then, we note that youth is the season of abounding energy. One characteristic mark of youth is physical energy. There is an eager strenuousness in developing life that is tamed or tempered by the advance of years. As life progresses, we rise to better things. There is a clearer vision and a steadier thought. But when the summits of middle life have been realized and the feet are traveling downwards on the slope, the tumultuous rush of bodily energy that made it once a joy to be alive is shrined with memories of the past. I do not mean that every young man is energetic. For sometimes some hereditary taint or perhaps sickness, and more often ill-regulated passions, rob opening manhood of its noble heritage. I only mean that in the plan of God and in the normal development of human life, youth is the season of abounding energy.
And our language witnesses to that. I have known old men whose hair was silvered and who had passed the threescore years and ten, who were still masters of an amazing energy. But not one says of them, “It is the energy of age”; rather we say, “Isn’t it wonderful that even in age they should retain the energy of youth.” So, all unconsciously, our common speech bears witness that youth and energy are linked together. And I cannot watch the romping of my child, who never walks if it is possible to gallop, but I learn again, in such a simple lesson, that abounding energy is a mark of youth.
The Energies of Creation
Well, now, I pass from little things to great. I look abroad upon creation, and I am amazed at once by the tremendous energies with which this universe of ours is full. I watch the motion of the tides; I hear the roaring of the breakers; I mark the sweep of rivers; I am told of the resistless progress of the glacier. This solid earth is whirling around the sun, and the whole system, of which the sun is center, like a great bird is flying in space. And I cannot think of these resistless powers, and I cannot dwell on that tremendous speed, but I feel that the stamp of energy is on creation. Nor is that energy confined to what is great. It is just as wonderful in what is small. For the breeze will waft the tiniest seed and plant it in the fissure of a rock; and the seed will germinate, and the rock will crack and render asunder before the resistless energy of life.
Now as I see these energies of nature, I feel that the heart that fashioned it was young. There is no sign of the weariness of years. It is inspired with an abounding energy that tells me of a fresh and youthful mind. Although Christ lived from everlasting ages before the moment of creation came; the eternal morning was still upon His brow when He conceived and formed the world. There are the powers of youth in it. There are the energies of opening life. “Thou hast the dew of thy youth.”
Youth Is the Season of Romance
It is in youth, if ever, that the sky is golden. It is in youth the moss is velvet and the flowers are. fragrant. It is in youth, if ever, that every dream is sweet and every sound is melody. As men grow older, life’s highways become dustier. A grayer sky succeeds the golden morning. Thorns prick the hand and sometimes pierce the heart. And the world’s voices, that seemed like music once, are strangely harsh and discordant now.
It is not that life grows poorer as it advances or ceases to be noble when the charm of its opening years has passed away. If we were sent here only to enjoy, the dying out of the romance of youth would be terrible. But God had far higher ends in view than that when we were so fearfully and wonderfully made. We are sent here to learn. We are sent here as boys are sent to school. Our threescore years and ten are God’s grade school and college course. And it is not in the bright romance of youth that we learn the best and most abiding lessons. It is in the dogged doing of our duty, the quiet acceptance of our limitations, the patient carrying of our daily burden, and the stretching out to our brother of a helping hand. These, and not leisure, are life’s true opportunities for culture. These are the roots of ethical nobility. And these, thank God, come faster with the hurrying years. Still, it is true that youth is the season of romance. In other words, life’s time of light and brilliance comes not in age, but youth.
Well, now, I lift my eyes into the face of nature, and the splendor of light and the wealth of color there amaze me. If the heart that created had been weary with its years, and the creating hand had been outworn, I feel that the world would have been draped in monotone—and sea and earth and herb and cloud would have known no rich variety of color. But the whole of nature is flooded with light. And the colorings of the wide world are unsurpassable. And I cannot note the differing green on every forest tree, and I cannot examine the exquisite adornment of the tiniest flower, and I cannot watch the play of light and shade upon the sea, nor the magnificent splendors of the setting sun, but I am impressed that this is the romance of youth; that light and color is not the work of age, it is the outpouring of a youthful heart. It speaks of the perpetual youth of Jesus. “Thou hast the dew of thy youth.”
Youth Is the Season of Vast Designs
To youth there is nothing impossible. When we are young, it seems easy to regenerate the world. We feel a healthy scorn for the small achievements of our ancestors. There is a splendid sweep in the designs of youth. As in the glowing heat the hardest metals are melted, so in the glow of youth the problems that have baffled ages are resolved. And the assurance and arrogance of youth which makes the wise man smile are but the tag-ends of these vast designs God loves to see in a young man’s brains.
There are few lads, I suspect, who have not felt a quiet contempt for their father’s abilities and their father’s position. It seems a low thing to think of ending life as an unknown citizen. But as we grow we learn our limitations, and we match ourselves with stronger and subtler men, and a new respect is born in us for what others have done. We come to appreciate the honest work and character that have gone into the building of even humble homes. So vision and dreams vanish, and duty comes. We become thankful to get even a little done. But even that little we should never have accomplished but for the vast designs we had in youth. It needs the ideal, says the poet, to brush a hair’s-breadth off the dust of the actual. I may miss the target by a thousand yards, but I shall shoot farther than if my range were fifty. In spite of the failure of the after-years, we shall thank God for the vast designs of youth.
Now we live in a world of vast design. Its distances are vast. There are stars so remote that their light set out to travel to us when Jacob lay asleep at Bethel, and it shall only reach our earth tonight. Its times are vast. For with creation, as with creation’s God, a thousand years are as a single day. This vastness, then, of space and time that are inwrought into the design of the creation are eloquent of youth. And as I dwell on that, I turn to Christ and say, “Thou hast the dew of thy youth.”
Youth Is the Time of Hope
I remember once preaching upon that text in Romans, “Experience worketh hope.” A woman at the end came to me and said, “Ah, sir, that text may be in the Bible, but it is not true; for I have had a bad experience of life, and the little hope I ever had is gone.”
And she was right, and the Bible was right too. For it is the experience of Christ that worketh hope, and not the experience of life. I was talking to one of our city’s doctors this last week—and a doctor soon learns the secrets of a person’s heart—and he told me that one of the hardest tasks for him was to keep up his hope in human nature. And how a Christless man could live for twenty or thirty years—I say live, not exist—and still be hopeful, I confess I almost fail to understand. Outside of Christ, experience tends to pessimism. It was so in the world when Jesus came. It is still so.
But youth is still incurably hopeful. There is an effervescent hopefulness in youth that is magnificent. And I must be blind indeed if in the world around me I have found no traces of that youthful spirit. In every spring there is the hope of summer. In every summer there is the hope of harvest. In every winter, when the fields are bleak and the cold gust goes whistling through the trees, there lies the hope that the flowers will spring again. And there is not a sparrow on the housetop and not a rabbit in the rocks that is not literally saved by hope. I catch the spirit of perpetual youth in that. It seems to me the world’s reflection of the perpetual youth within the heart of Jesus. And I cry with David: “Thou hast the dew of thy youth.”
So as we go out into the summer world, we shall take with us that thought of its Creator. And a thousand instances we cannot touch on here will show us the true handiwork of youth in nature. And when we worship in the temple not made with hands, and when we view the energy that reared the wondrous palace, the light and coloring that make it radiant, the vast design of its conception, the spirit of hope that breathes in all its lines, we shall rejoice in the eternal youth of Jesus. And we will remember that the Creator is our portion, and that He gives eternal life and eternal youth to us. For from the hour of the grave and through eternity we shall be young and bid defiance to weariness and death if we are living in the morning light of the eternal youth of Jesus Christ.