It would be early, early in the morning when my alarm would go off. I was up north in a cabin full of girls. We were there to seek God. I would walk into the living room and wait as the girls gathered there. I would read a prayer and encourage the girls to seek God. That’s how our day would start and we would end it never having stopped seeking His face.

Here is one of the prayers that I would read from the book of Puritans Prayers. One of my favorite books.

Need of Jesus
“Lord Jesus, I am blind, be Thou my Light.
Ignorant, be Thou my wisdom, self-willed, be thou my mind.
Open my ear to grasp quickly thy Spirit’s voice, and delightfully run after His beckoning hand.
Melt my conscience that not hardness remain,
make it alive to evils slightest touch.
When satan approaches may I flee to thy wounds, and there cease to tremble at all alarms.
Be my good Shepherd to lead me into the green pastures of Thy Word,
and cause me to lie down beside the rivers of it’s comforts.
Fill me with peace, that no disquieting worldly gales may ruffle the calm surface of my soul.
Thy cross was upraised to my my refuge,
Thy blood streamed forth to wash me clean,
Th death occurred to give me a surety,
Thy name is my property to save me,
By Thee all heaven is poured into my heart, but it is too narrow to comprehend thy love.
I was a stranger, an outcast, a slave, a rebel, but the cross has brought me near, has softened my heart, has made me my Father’s child, has admitted me to thy family, has made me joint heir with thyself.
Oh that I may love Thee as Thou lovest me. That I may walk worthy of Thee, my Lord, that I may reflect the image of heaven’s first born.
May I always see thy beauty with the clear eye of faith,
and feel the power of thy Spirit in my heart, for unless he move mightily in me no inward fire will be kindled.”

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I share a room with my youngest sister Hope. We are pretty close though the age gap is significant. I am 25 she is 10. I was there in the room when she came into this world. I loved helping take care of her. I remember looking at her and wondering how you could love a little thing SO much! Her brown eyes were soooo beautiful… she was so small. Hope and I do a lot of special things together. We are both a lot alike. So we both LOVE a good movie. This winter we had fun waiting till 10 at night, getting in our pajamas and going down to our local theatre, through the snow, to watch a movie. She would ask me after that can we go get in our pajamas and go to the theatre again? Don’t worry we wear classy PJ’s hahah…. I think the coolest part to her was that we did something different and fun together.. the two of us. We get told all the time we look and act alike. We even naturally love the same kind of pajamas a gray t shirt and velour sweats

The other night and it’s my habit right before I sleep I read a chapter of the Word every night… a lot of times she will be doing something and say quietly to me… read me that chapter. I was gettin ready for bed and she was telling me about how she has bad dreams sometimes. I was talking to her about this and then it went from that to talking about how Christian people can drink and still go to heaven hahah… I began explaining it to her that it’s not based on works that we go to heaven… and she said “So drinking really isn’t that bad then if we can still go to heaven….” ( I assured her of the dangers) then she asked about heaven. She wanted to know if her and I would live in the same house… I told her I didn’t know. She asked “Will we at least be right beside each other… cause I am kinda a little girl and that would be nice” I told her I didn’t know that either…. she asked some more questions about heaven and our laying up treasures there. She asked if we have to have money here on earth to lay up treasures in heaven. She then started confessing sin in her life. She started to cry. Her heart was so tender to the Lord. She was broken about what we would call “normal everyday sins” she was repentant about them and wanted to change.

Talking with Hope in the darkness of our bedroom, as I stared up at the ceiling, God was convicting my own heart through the Bible verses that were coming through my own lips to encourage her. We talked for two hours about the Lord… and after about 1:00 am we prayed and fell asleep… but not without God reminding me of the sweetness and pureness of childlike faith that He Himself loves.

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I am tired. I am sick and tired of real Christian people having to be quiet on “Gay Marriage” pains me to even write that. Abortion, we can’t say it’s murder. I am tired of trying to make people feel good and not say anything to offend and try to be politically correct. I guess that’s why I do like Ann Coulter. She speaks her heart and she doesn’t care. That’s great. I guess I like her cause that’s not my personality. But sometimes I reach a limit. I love these ladies and in certain ways I want to be more like that.

“The View” meaning they have One View and they try to cram it down your throat. I can’t stand that show. All they do is have their ONE VIEW. No thanks, I have my own view, believe it or not. I do like Elizabeth Hasselbeck. She is the most beautiful and the most stylish. And of course they all act like she doesn’t have a brain because she actually speaks out for abortion and Christian issues. I believe she is Catholic. I appriciate her standing up for abortion and “hot topics” as the women of “their” View talk over her… are rude and make fun of her.

If you listen to the black lady she talks about having an abortion at 17 and having to live with the guilt of it for all her life…. listen here…

No I won’t “join hands and come together for a common goal” like our President would tell us. (I am tired of hearing that.) There are walls. And there should be. My thoughts for today Christians need to stand up. Sure, look a little weird. In the end we won’t be. And if you don’t believe in anything… then maybe you should stop calling yourself Christian.

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