Realistic Faith

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No one is coming. No one can help. No one can take away the pain. No one can cleanse the wound. No one can wipe the tears away. No one can save the day. No one can call in the calvary. No one but the One who hung on Calvary. Only You.
Only You can rescue. Only You can save. Only You can wipe away all tears. Only You can erase pain… forever. Only You can set free the captive. Only You can cleanse the wound. Only You can heal… even the scars. Only You can defeat our enemies. Only You can defeat self.
There is no waiting for a place to belong with You. You have prepared a place for each of us just to be with You. There is no worn out welcome. No one is unwelcomed. All are wanted and loved with You. No one is ever…

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Willing

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Upon my porch of misery
I lie and wait for death.
My cries for help escape me
With every wasted breath.
Those who hear my pain
Evade, avoid, and ignore.
I am too much trouble,
And they want my reward.
Upon the porch is a pool.
Angels are stirring the waters.
The first one to step in,
It will heal that son or daughter.
God sees them walk all over me.
He sees them pass me by.
He sees that I have given up,
And no longer even try.
Compassion brings Him to my side.
He asks if I want help.
I express my desire for healing,
But cannot carry myself.
He speaks His life into me,
And strengthens my soul.
Because He was willing,
I was made whole.

1.22.2022 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: John 5, the infirmed man of 38 years

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My Atoning Scapegoat

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My Atoning Scapegoat
Has shed His blood for me.
He has cleansed me from sin,
And set me free.
Free to run the wilderness
Never inhabited before.
It is my own place
Prepared by my Lord.
I didn’t deserve this gift.
I deserved what He went through.
No one forced Him.
He wanted to.
It required His purity.
It required His life.
It required His blood,
His suffering and strife.
Yet to Him it was love,
And saving His own.
He did not want me to roam
My wilderness alone.
Slain in obedience
On the Last Atoning Day.
The cross opened the grave,
And prepared the way.
My Scapegoat has risen,
And raised me with Him.
I will live forever
With Him in His kingdom.

1.18.2022 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Leviticus 16-17, My Atoning Scapegoat Jesus ❤️

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Betrothed to My Betrothed

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Betrothed to the One who pursued,
And betrothed Himself to me.
He has made me His beloved,
And my Beloved and I are we.
He has patiently waited long
For His bride to turn from another,
For His love is the kind of love
Where He will have no other.
How foolish my heart was to be bound
By false hope, false dreams, and false love.
How grateful I am to have found
A Dream Come True in Living Hope from above.
He has cast aside all that was lost
In giving my time away.
Now I abide in His mercy,
And He assures He’s here to stay.
No more do we remember
The before over beautiful now.
I am betrothed to my Betrothed,
And all He does endow.

12.16.2021 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Hosea 1-3

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The Last Sacrifice

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The last Blood Sacrifice
To cleanse us from sin,
To reconcile us to God,
And restore us again.
The last Lamb without blemish
To be slain for sacrifice.
No more blood on the altar
After this final price.
The last High Priest
On the last Mercy Seat,
For death’s last victory
Was death’s defeat.
Christ was the last Lamb
To die on the altar.
He saved the sinners,
And stopped the slaughter.
No more pigeons.
No more turtledoves.
No more blood
Because of Love.
The last requirement
Is simply to believe.
The last action
Is simply to receive.

12.13.2021 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Leviticus 1-2

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He Thirsted for Me

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The Lord thirsted for me
To choose to abide,
To pause and linger
At His precious side.
He thirsted for conversation
Having my full attention,
Hanging on every word,
Listening with intention.
He thirsted for my presence,
And to look into my eyes,
To see my inner child smile
With gasps and sighs.
He thirsted to feel me near,
Leaning in awe and wonder,
Resting in the assurance
That none could tear us asunder.
He thirsted for my heart
To shelter His in mine,
To tell me He loves me,
And leaves me peace of mind.

11.20.2021 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Luke 10,and Beverly and Mark Lowry

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My Seaside Sailor

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A seaside sermon with the parable teller,
I listen to the seaside sailor.
He’s sowing seeds and planting wisdom
To grow and further His Father’s kingdom.
The Holy Spirit has tilled my soil.
With every word, I become loyal.
“I hear. I hear. Help me hear more!
Tell me all God has in store.
I want the seed that bears good fruit.
I want my branch planted in Your root.”
The seaside sermon draws me in.
It makes me want to follow Him.
I board the boat and ride the waves.
The storms begin to test my faith.
Though fears and doubts may arise,
He’ll calm the seas and clear the skies.
Captain Jesus sails me on.
He’s at the helm all the way home.

8.28.2021 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Mark 4

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Wounded for Me

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Wounded for me, You bore my pain.
The Lamb of God was brutally slain.
You left Your home to come to me,
Only to face cruelty.
Your flesh bore my punishment hard
Because You were willing to go that far.
You wounds were many, Your friends few,
All to express, “I love you.”
The Son of God suffered a cruel and miserable end,
And still calls me His friend.
Wounded for my transgression, He has borne my grief.
With His Selfless Love, He has sealed my belief.
Rooted in Christ, I abide in the Vine.
The Wounded Branch is a Friend of mine.

8.27.2021 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Zechariah 13:6

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My Wounded Branch

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Oh the wounds that You received
While visiting our house.
That was so sad and unfair,
I feel like such a louse.
That we would wound the Branch
That came to save us from ourselves.
You knew what would happen,
And still willingly came to help.
Our pain and suffering
You gladly bore,
That Your joy might remain in us,
And abound abundantly more.
Oh the vast love of God and His Son
Could never be justly measured,
Yet it certainly should be reverenced,
And wisely treasured.
Thank You, Wounded Branch,
For calling me Your friend.
Thank You for being a Faithful One
On which I can depend.

8.27.2021 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Zechariah 13:6 and John 15:13-15

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The Glorious Servant

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The Glorious Servant
Coming to serve and save.
He is His Lord’s own Son,
The One He selflessly gave.
With every obedient task
He is fulfilling God’s plan
To redeem the remnant,
To reconcile man.
He relies on His God
To be His constant help.
He has not come
To serve Himself.
From the virgin womb
His name was known.
He came to seek and save the lost,
And make them His own.
He is hidden in the shadow
Of His Father’s hand,
Where our names are engraved,
In the palms that help us stand.
He is a Light to the Gentiles
And all who believe.
He frees prisoners and captives,
And darkness He does relieve.
This Holy One who is Faithful
Is glorious in His Father’s eyes.
To choose this Mighty Redeemer
Makes one wise.

8.19.2021 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Isaiah 49-53

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My Consolation

Congratulations! You have lost!
Now you must pay the cost!
But here’s a consolation as you go,
to comfort your humiliation on the show.
This how the world sees consolation,
but I see mine in God’s salvation.
Jesus Christ was sent to me.
Thanks to Him, I’ve been set free.
I was lost in sin and shame.
Jesus stopped that blame game!
He gave me value and Holy worth
when He came in lowly birth.
His sacrifice on the cross
restored me from the loss.
His gift of love and sacrifice
paid my penalty and paid my price.
He sent the Comforter to guide.
He teaches me while at my side.
Soon to Jesus I will be led.
My Consolation… life after death!

10-1-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

December: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year Tag 12.13.19

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!
oh yes You certainly are, Jesus!!

“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”
– Isaiah 9:6 AKJV

❤ ❤ In December! AND ALL YEAR ROUND! ❤ ❤
How magnificent to celebrate to celebrate Your majestic arrival!
You are the King of Humility! The King of Glory!
The King who came! The King who WILL return!
During this joyful season, You have whispered to Vickie of Vickie’s Book Nook and Meditation Corner to nominate me for the December: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year Tag. How wonderful You are in so many ways. Thank You for Vickie! Thank You for the encouragement You allow her to send me. Bless her as richly, Lord!

December Tag 2019

Thank you, Vickie!
May your every day be all that God hopes for you!
Me and God love you! ❤


The Rules for This Tag:

1. Thank the person who tagged you and link their post to yours.

2. Link the original post so the creators (Purple Rose and Dollface) can read them.

3. Use the original featured image and include it in your post.

4. Copy and paste the meaning of the tag into your post.

5. Answer the questions.

6. Tag at least two people.

7. Have fun and enjoy the rest of your month! ❤️

The meaning of the tag:

“LOVE THE GIVER MORE THAN THE GIFT.”- BRIGHAM YOUNG


Here are the Questions:

1. If you could be a character in a holiday movie, who would you be?
Playing Mary in a nativity scene so that I could witness as everyone marvels over baby Jesus… Son of God.

2. What kind of holiday shopper are you? Black Friday? Christmas Eve? Yearlong hoarder?
Neither really. Just a regular shopper when I need to go to the store, although I love it when it happens to be on sale.

3. What colors are your favorite holiday decorations?
gold and purple… or gold, red, and green

4. Would you rather build a snowman, go sledding, have a snowball fight, or stay inside drinking hot cocoa?
stay inside drinking hot cocoa

5. If you were Santa Claus, what type of cookie would you want to be left out for you on Christmas Eve?
Danish Wedding Cookies 🙂

6. If someone offered you a gift card to any store you wanted, which one would you choose?
Ingle’s or Wal-mart. We go to both for groceries, but sometimes you need more than just grocery items… affordably. 😉

7. Name three words that best describe Christmas for you.
Father, Son, Holy Ghost!


I’m Tagging…

Caz of Invisibly Me
Wendi of Simply Chronically Ill
Maxine of Heaven’s Reef

Merry Christmas! Happy Birthday Jesus! May this time of year truly be FOR YOU the most wonderful time of the year… because YOU are for me!

❤ ❤ I LOVE YOU, WONDERFUL! ❤ ❤

Choir Buddies

Dear Lord… my Loving Savior… my dearest sweet Jesus… I was so saddened to hear of the passing of someone who was so dear to me. Someone who made me smile… even laugh. Someone who helped me in a time of tremendous heartache. Someone I loved being choir buddies with. I loved seeing her smile, and witnessing her joy filled spirit.

Sue Bailey
Sue Bailey

Sue was one of the many saints that loved on my little one from three years old, and loved on me as well. Wherever she passed by or sat next to me, she was always singing, smiling, and just glowing with You.

My favorite memory with her was when we were singing in the choir at a time they could tell I was going through some great turmoil. All my life I’ve sang in choirs and school groups, but there is something about singing hymns in a choir when you know what the words mean… when you wholeheartedly believe… a love that is absolutely everything you hope for and more. I never fail to cry when I have to keep singing those words when I am so hurt… or simply think on the love behind those hymns.

During that particular time, we had been practicing choir songs and for a Christmas cantata. I’m not sure how I never knew a problem we had in the choir, other than You, dear Lord, blessed me with not needing to know until… lol.

As we were singing, I went to turn the page and keep singing, but

*GASP!* 

The page was missing!

Mentally I was quickly thinking… “Oh no!”  And without missing a beat Miss Sue quickly but ever so discreetly leaned her book over for both of us to see and whispered with a smile, “We have some of those.” Right back to singing as though we had never missed a beat or brought any attention to ourselves. God, You were so awesome through her in that moment!

We would later laugh about it. It would be our personal joke to be told even just by the lift of an eyebrow, but to be ladylike… as Christlike as possible… never actually laughing in service or the choir… so as not to be disrespectful.

I miss being in a choir sometimes when I think of her and the others who were with us. I’ve not been in a choir since then. I’m not even been a member of that church for years. I still visit at times, and the souls there are just as precious as always.

I will miss Sue, Lord. She has been gone a good month or so now. I am happy for her gain. So touched to think of her finally being with You after seeing Your Light in her eyes for so long. I bet she loved her Jesus hug! Hug her once for me and tell I love her. Tell her I’ll see her soon! Both of You! Soon and very soon!

God loves you, Miss Sue!
And so do I! ❤

Love That Loves

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A love that loves the way love loves
Is the love I have with You.
There are no more guessing games.
Your love is pure and true.
The world keeps searching,
And telling what they require.
But You and You alone
Are all I ever desire.
Earthly love is filled with disappointment
And promises to be broken.
Som many love languages
Only leaves love unspoken.
But every vow of love
I hear You speak
Is witnessed when
You share strength with the weak.
You’re love forever.
I stay with You.
No other love
Could ever do!

7-22-2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

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A Week of Loss

A kind and loving person died today.
Her name was Jessie.
Her dog Jubilee is going to miss her so much.
This was their last picture together.
58852754_10156193511708365_1033950128823599104_nJessie had fought a long battle with cancer.
After winning a couple of rounds, she lost the last one today.
She was a very kind and giving person.

One of her last two posts included this picture below:
Be good to people for no reason.58796889_1132628666861112_6811418897065967616_nI cannot credit the picture to its creator because it was one of those Facebook pictures that got passed around without being properly credited. However, it describes her very nature. That was how the Lord blessed me with meeting her. I cannot tell of that generous act that she did as a total stranger because when she was being so benevolent, her greatest wish (next to helping someone in need) was being anonymous… truly anonymous. I am choosing to honor her the way she wanted it. It truly brought her such joy to give, and just as much joy to watch from a distance as the blessing blessed! If a person insisted on giving back to her, she insisted to give by passing it on.

In Memory of you, Jessie!
Thank you for letting God use you!
Hug Jesus for me! See you soon!

 


On Tuesday a member of my stepdad’s church family was buried. I cannot give too much information because she took her own life and there is concern the “ripple effect” is not over. This same family had lost her sister last year to a car accident. This family has a tie to our family in that there was a child born years ago to a member from each side but were never married, and the one from our family passed away years ago. This church family is extremely close as well. My son grew up in this church. I still take my stepdad each week. He has been there over 50 years.

Lord, be with this family
and the church!


And then there’s dear Kathleen,
who happens to be my Great Aunt.
She died just over a week ago
and buried last weekend.
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When I first met her, neither one of us knew we were related. We worked together at a Christian book club warehouse. We found out when I told her she reminded me so much of my grandmother and that they had so many things in common (singers, played the same instruments, both had families that worked on the railroad, Her name being Kathleen and my grandmother’s was Kathryn). When She heard the name, she shouted and hugged me. She had been married to my grandmother’s brother, both of whom were long passed.

Yet if Kathleen were to tell you her favorite memory, it would most certainly be when she gave me a prayer cloth to give to my son Anthoni. Anthoni was in 10th grade of high school when the doctor’s told me he had bone cancer. I was a 35 year old single mom living alone, and had just lost my dad around the same time. I myself had just been told I had a Lupus test come back positive and was being referred to a rheumatologist (although no one at work but my boss knew this, and that was only because she took the call and then brought the phone to me).

Anthoni’s orthopedic specialist told me he wanted to do surgery to confirm his diagnosis. My friend Irene (who I miss so much) was sitting with me in the surgery waiting room when the doctor came in and confirmed that both he and his colleague had seen the cancer, but wanted to biopsy a piece of the bone before they decided if they needed to remove just a piece of the bone or a section of the bone. He wanted to be safe, but also wanted to avoid unnecessary additional surgery to place something in Anthoni’s arm to support the bone where there would be a huge hole. They would have to wait on pathology to give them that answer.

When Kathleen and my coworkers found out they were so broken for me. Just weeks before they had witnessed me being so sick that one of the men asked why I didn’t just go on home, and the ladies told him I had to work because I had a sick son at home with no one to help. Anthoni was so sick that he needed an Rx and some cough medicine. The insurance paid for his Rx, but not the cough medicine. All of them pitched in together and had my boss insist I take it. It was exactly what he needed to get well! Praise God! When they heard about the bone cancer and the surgery, Kathleen immediately ran to the break room and ran back shouting for me while waving a white handkerchief.

She told me it was a prayer cloth. While I did not believe in them, I did not want to offend Kathleen. I was grateful for her heart, and the fact that she was obviously one serious prayer warrior. When I took it home, my 16 year old bible scholar son informed me that it was actually referred to in the bible. :O

“And God wrought special miracles by the hands of Paul: so that from his body were brought unto the sick handkerchiefs or aprons, and the diseases departed from them, and the evil spirits went out of them.” – Acts 19:11-12 KJV

I was completely surprised to say the least! So Anthoni put it in his wallet as an act of appreciation, and faith in prayer. Kathleen was so excited when I told them a week later that the doctor had let us know the pathology showed it was actually a fracture that had healed in a way they had never seen before. They were saying it was not bone cancer after all! I asked, “But I thought both you and your colleague had seen it with your own eyes while his hand was open during surgery, and confirmed it was cancer?” 

“We did!” He exclaimed. “We are completely surprised at the results! Let’s just keep an eye on it. If it does not grow or simply goes away, we will go by the pathology.”

Kathleen said in such a delightful soft tone, “What cancer?” She smiled as she said, “It was the prayer cloth!” I could not argue with her and did not want to. As a mom I wanted to first obey the doctor in giving it time to see, but I was praying that it was the miracle we needed. It was! 🙂

Kathleen was delighted to have introduced me to the prayer cloth.

This is a much longer post than I thought I would write in the beginning. I was just going to honor Jessie by sharing that quote. While downloading and uploading, the Lord brought me across Kathleen’s picture. She was a much needed smile. It has been such a sad time for me for awhile now. Jessie’s loss just added to it. I’m also sad because I do not know if she got to see my card I sent her on Wednesday.

If you stayed with me this far into the post I will be honest with you. I have been struggling with depression much longer and harder than I mention… and I do mention it.

The saddest part is that I cannot share this on my FB because family argues so much. I certainly cannot share anything personal. It is so sad because the majority of those I’ve known through my life to have troubles or trauma, it is well over 50% family related. I would even say 90%. This is so opposite of the picture Jessie shared!

Jesus told us…

“A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.” – John 13:34-35 KJV

I’m so grateful that God allowed Kathleen and my coworkers to be so kind to me, my son, and my family when my dad passed. I am so grateful He allowed me to meet Jessie through her kind heart. And I am most grateful to have known the kindness of God!

Love and miss you, Kathleen!
Hug Gran and Jesus for me!
I’ll be home soon!