TO TRUST AGAIN

RE-ENGAGING IN GOD'S DESTINY FOR YOUR LIFE

SESSION 1 - THE CASUALTY UNIT

 

 

In April last year I posted that the Lord had laid upon my heart to write a programme to restore those that had been hurt and abused spiritually.  This had been quite a journey.  Firstly facing some of the things that had happened to me as well as those I had been privy to.

Well the programme is complete.  It now stands as a 6 session training session Called 'To Trust Again".  Below is a short excerpt from the first session.

 

"It takes more courage to suffer than to die."

Napoleon Bonaparte

If you were to ask me why we, as Christians we wound each other I could not, with any certainty, tell you why.  All I can say is that we, as a church, have a propensity to wound, maim and destroy the very people we are there to serve.  The only real reason I can come up with is that we have not fully grasped and adopted the teachings of Christ, and I include myself in this.  We take those teachings we like and discard or disregard those that are uncomfortable or too difficult for us.

It is for this reason that we struggle in our relationships with one another.  We seem to forget that our leaders or brothers and sisters in the Lord are just as flawed and fallen as we are.  In our post modern age we have failed to embrace the upward call of God.  (See Philippians 3:14) This calling to be "In the world, but not of the world." (John 17:15 - 17)  A man once told me that living in this world is like having 2 huts surrounded by mud.  You cannot move from one hut (Birth) to the other hut (Death) without getting dirty.  In the same way those around us also live in the same spiritual situation we do.

 

"Since God is good, we must regard Him as the author of all our blessings; our misfortunes we must assign to other causes, but never to God."

Plato

So where does that leave us?  We know what has happened to us and we cannot reconcile the teachings of Christ and the behaviour of some of His followers.

Thomas Chalmers once said,

"Unforgiveness is the poison we drink hoping the other person dies."

So how do we let go of what has happened to us.  Our pain is part of us.  We can no more wish it away than we could erase its memory.  In this case what we focus on is the key to our future spiritual state.

¹⁹ I remember my affliction and my wandering,
    the bitterness and the gall.
²⁰ I well remember them,
    and my soul is downcast within me.
²¹ Yet this I call to mind
    and therefore I have hope:

²² Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
    for his compassions never fail.
²³ They are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.
²⁴ I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
    therefore I will wait for him.”
    Lamentations 3:19 -33

 

Now there is a difference between acknowledging that something has happened and being fixated on the past.  I have met people, and even found myself, telling everyone what has happened to us.  Either in an attempt to gain sympathy or to validate some level of negative behaviour.  This can tend to have the exact opposite effect.  All too often it pushes people away and isolates us even more.  This only solidifies our internal dialogue.  This internal dialogue is the endless conversation we have with our selves.  "I'm not good enough." "No one understands me." etc.

However just letting go is often not enough.  Sometime we actually have to understand and process what has happened or we fail to remove the venom, or poison, of the incident from our system.  If we do not do this properly it can subconsciously cause us to react negatively to similar circumstances time and again.  Even though we don't mean too we snap and react in an ungodly manner.  Strangely enough this is a form of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.

So how do we know what the difference is.

Firstly you need to have a look at the impact it had on you.  The greater the impact the more significant, and likely, the damage may be.  If you were treated badly and you just brushed it off only to snap later on, then it is likely it had more of an effect on you than you originally thought.

So how do we take the sting out of our memories.  God may be able to instantly forget when we ask for forgiveness, but we seem to struggle with this.  To a large extent this has to do with the emotions attached to that memory.  It is also true that negative emotions are harder to let go of than their positive counterparts.

 

"If you're unforgiving, you might pay the price repeatedly by bringing anger and bitterness into every relationship and new experience. Your life might become so wrapped up in the wrong that you can't enjoy the present. You might become depressed or anxious. You might feel that your life lacks meaning or purpose, or that you're at odds with your spiritual beliefs. You might lose valuable and enriching connectedness with others."

http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/forgiveness/MH00131  (Courtesy Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota - 14 August 2013)

Although our pain and circumstance do not define us they certainly give us a level of connectedness and compassion for those in a similar situation.  The Lord can use this to reach others.  If we deny what has happened and ignore its effect on us, we add shame to the emotional baggage we are carrying.  As if, for some reason, it is embarrassing and not spoken of in the presence of other more 'spiritual' people. So instead of God's power being made manifest in that situation, to bring healing and strength to our soul, the situation continues to have power over us.

 

Victor Frankl called it in his book 'Man's Search for Meaning'

 

"The mortification of normal reactions."

 

By embracing or owning our pain and turning it over to the Lord we give Him space in our hearts and lives to add His purpose and Spirit.

 

That which brought us low becomes the very vessels God uses to raise us up and strengthen those brethren who, like us, have been discarded, wounded and maimed.

 

 

Shalom

 

David McLachlan

THE FARMER AND THE TRACTOR

There was once a farmer who owned a large plot of land.

Every morning he would get up and look over his land.

Then he would walk out into the field and pick up the plough.

After a deep breath he would begin to drag the plough around the field.

This he did every day, and each night he would stagger into his house exhausted.

One day his neighbour came calling, and saw him at his daily task.

He questioned his fellow farmer as to why he was trying to plough this way.

"It is the only way I know" the farmer replied.

"Surely you haven't been doing this every day?" he asked.

It is the way it has always been done." The farmer added.

The friend was almost beside himself.

With disbelief in his eyes he asked. "Why don't you use a tractor?"

"What is a tractor?" The farmer asked.

"It's a large powerful machine, strong enough for any job" he answered.

"I think I have something like that in the barn." The farmer said.

Together they walked towards the barn.

As the farmer opened the large creaking door his friend gasped.

There stood a huge red tractor.

"It looks like it has never been used?" the friend asked.

"Nope. I don't know how." The farmer replied.

"I've heard stories of people using these things,

and what could be accomplished with one." He said

„But that was a long time ago, and surely we don't need them now."

"There's stuff in the Farmers Almanac about them too,

but I don't understand what it means."

His neighbour stood there staring at this machine.

Finally he turned to his friend and said,

"This machine is for you to use daily. There is no need for

to try and accomplish everything in your own strength."

"Are you sure?" the farmer asked.

"Yes his neighbour said, I have one myself." He replied.

 

"All you have to do is get in and start it up."

"The farmer climbed up and sat in the seat, and turned the key his friend showed him."

With a deep growl the machine roared into life,

And the farmer edged it out of the barn.

For the next couple of days his friend would come over and show him how to use it.

Finally the day came when the friend did not come over, and he had to operate it himself.

Sometimes the farmer would doubt that the tractor was able to do what was needed.

As each new day brought different challenges the farmer began to grow in confidence.

Soon he was using the tractor all over the farm, it's power sufficient for any task..

It is like that with God.

He is with us always.

But for some reason we try to do it on our own.

Using our frail humanness to achieve what He has called us to do.

The fruit we reap is small and the task exhausting.

But when we stand God we have all His power.

He said that he would send his Spirit to us, and we must not leave us.

Only with His Spirit can we truly achieve what He has called us to.

It is sufficient for any task, and always ready.

All we have to do is get in, switch on, and get going.

Now get in!

THE END

THE FAIRGROUND AT COMFORT COVE

An Allegory

By David McLachlan

 

It was almost dark as the lonely figure entered the outskirts of the little coastal town.  He could barely make out the lettering on the welcome sign that greeted the visitors to this quiet village. Welcome to Comfort Cove, the "Friendliest Town in the State!"  Population 789, he read as a car, with its lights on, whooshed by.

The main road into town was not a long one, but it was lit in warm amber lights.  The lovely house set back off the street had lights streaming out of the open windows.  It was a warm mid spring evening and the people were enjoying the weather.  He could hear jolly voices and laughter floating out from the houses as he walked.

As he reached the centre of  town he noticed some flickering lights in a nearby field.  As he got closer he began to hear the familiar sounds of a fairground.  He stood there and watched the scene from the road side.  He had planned to pick up a ride from a passing car or truck on the other side of the town, but the noises and the lights beckoned to him.  He looked off in the direction of the edge of town and then back at the fairground.  It had been quite some time since he had just relaxed and had fun.  Maybe this is just what he needed.

The closer he got the more he could see, and then the smells began to swirl around him.  Fresh popcorn, hotdogs, hot chips, coffee and roasting nuts.  It was mesmerising.  The crowds swarmed around him, but no one seemed to mind being pushed or jostled by the sea of people.  They just smiled and went from one attraction to the other.  Each one holding a morsel of food or a brightly colour stuffed animal.  Some of the children had balloons and candy floss. You could barely hear the drone of the enormous generator powering this frivolity, over the dim coming from each of the stalls.

The Ferris wheel slowly rotated it's gleeful occupants, the bumper cars crashed, and at the middle of it all was the Carousel.   There were many small alley ways leading off the main area. 

Then there were the attendants who called out to the passersby.  Each one trying to lure then in with the promise of great prizes or the prestige of accomplishing impossible feats of strength or skill. All this could be had for the low price of five dollars.  In one alley there were the sellers as well.  On one side there were bags of gifts made up of all things small and plastic right next to stalls that sold every form of sugar known to man.

Across the alley were the purveyors of elixirs and remedies of all the illnesses that plagued the human body.  There was a tablet that could take off those unwanted pounds and right next door a powder that could put them on.  Another had a cream that was "proven" to take years off your appearance.

The man walked on staring in disbelief as person after person believed every word they were told and paid huge amounts of money for what they hoped would solve their problem.  At the end of the alley was an attraction.  The Hall of Mirrors.

"Two dollars" the attendant cried out as he approached.

"I guess this doesn't have the allure of the fast rides and colourful trinkets." The man thought to himself.

He gave the man the two dollars and walked inside.  It was just as he remembered it.  The first mirror distorted his view so much he looked three times as wide as normal.  Walking on to the next one it made him half as wide as normal.  Next the mirror bent outwards in the middle and made him look eight feet tall.  He was shocked by the next.  He had shrunk to about three feet tall and his legs looked like tree stumps.  All the way through there were more mirrors and even more bizarre distortions.  The only one it seemed they didn't have was  a normal mirror that reflected an image of your true self.

As he stepped out he wrapped his coat around himself. The air had grown cool quickly after the sun had gone down.  A small van stood a little distance away.  He walked over to it and bought a cup of coffee and a small bag of hot roasted nuts and sat down on a bench near the middle of the fairground.  From here he could see almost everything that was going on.

Two young people caught his attention.  A young girl and her male companion were walking quickly towards one of the attractions.  She held a large white stuffed tiger under her arm as she half dragged her companion towards the attraction.

"Ring the Bell, win a prize!" the attendant cried out.  The young man pulled some notes from his pocket and handed it to the man. The attendant handed him a large mallet and stood back next to the machine.  It took three tries for the young man to ring the bell.  Each time he paid another five dollars.  When he finally won his prize he handed the dog like stuffed toy to his girl friend who hugged him and squeezed the muscles on his arms approvingly.

As the man sat there for the next 15 minutes he saw many people come and try.  Each one would pay more than once.  Then he noticed that each time the attendant stood in the same position.  Just as the person would swing the mallet he would move his foot on to a small pedal.  The only time the bell would ring is when he chose not to press the pedal.  The man sat on the bench and smiled. He drained the last of his coffee and walked of in the direction of the Carousel.

The attendant stood behind a small booth.  Selling tickets to his ride. The man looked closer at the Carousel. It seemed that not all the parts of the ride were the same.  Not all of the horses jumped.  Some of the carriages were not painted as well as the others.  It was then that he noticed that not everyone who came off the ride was smiling.  Children were crying, disappointed that they had not been able to get on a moving horse.  Others cried because they had gotten splinters from the unpainted wood.  Several fathers tried to speak to the attendant about it.  He would say very little and point to the "No Refunds" painted on the sign above him.

 

You see he did not care whether people enjoyed the ride.  As long as the music played and the lights danced people would want to ride.    If some didn't like it or were hurt, there were plenty more people in the line.  There was always the next town with more people.  Some people would get off and some would get on, and the Carousel would keep spinning and enchanting people to come and ride as the calliope played it's cheerful song.

He walked to the edge of the field and looked back.  The line for the Carousel was still getting longer and the attendants were still yelling out their siren calls to buy, ride, try!  But the fairground would pack up tonight and move on leaving the debris of rubbish and a flood of cheap, sparkly or colourful baubles behind.  Tomorrow would be a new town and more people, and so it goes on.  They cared little for the people who came.  They only cared for the money they bring in. The Carousel would keep spinning and people would still be getting on and off. 

He reached the end of town and stuck his thumb out at the first car that came by.  As he climbed in he took one last glance at the fairground.  It's sounds still drifting on the cool night air. Closing the door the car pulled away leaving Comfort Cove and the Fairground far behind.

 

The end

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Life Between the Anvil & the Hammer

In life their are times you are the Anvil, and times you are the hammer.  Then there are those moments when you are the piece of metal in the middle being pounded.  Life can sometimes not just be unfair, but down right mean.  You can sometimes become trapped between the place we find our selves in (be that physically or spiritually) and the pounding of life's circumstances.

 

When you are in this place it is not a gentle tap, tap, tap.  It is a brutal and seemingly insurmountable barrage.  Going from the fire when your 'metal' is tested and tempered to then placed on the anvil and struck with a hammer that sends sparks in every direction.  This moulding of our metal is not precise.  Not soft, but relentless and painful  Then back into the fire and more pounding.  Until finally you either yield to the process and become what the smith wants or we become scrap metal and thrown into the scrap pile to be melted down and used again.

 

There are time in life when this happens to us and it can seem as if the Lord himself has taken a holiday and left you to circumstances of life.  No matter what you do nothing seems to make a dent.

 

Job probably felt like this as well.  Having everything taken from you and left barely living. He struggled with his own thoughts as well.  The mental anguish of having to balance the pain of his present circumstances with the concept of a "Loving God".  Why did God let this happen?  Why didn't he do something?  Aren't we His children?

 

Hopefully the people who know of our situation have the grace to just walk with us through it instead of trying to 'fix' our attitude and get us to just........ (fill in the blank).  Many of us just do not know what to say and those that do say something usually try and change our minds about God.  Even though at that moment in time we could care less what our attitude is.  We just want the pain to stop.

 

This is also when those very special verses in the Bible about trust and faith are spoken to us. "Trust the Lord." "He knows what he is doing." "Blah blah blah." These words assault us and only serve to increase our pain.

 

In the end you have to silence your own doubts, and re-engage with God.  His Holy Spirit gently and lovingly works in His own time.

 

One of my favourite verses can be found in Lamentations.

 

19 I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. 
20 I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. 
21 Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: 
22 Because of the LORD 's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. 
23 They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. 
24 I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him."

Lamentations 3: 19 - 24

 

 

It is not a case that I will honour God because He is good or delight in Him for all He has done. Sometimes we praise Him because He is all we have.  Just to honour Him because He is their.  Our circumstance may not presently manifest evidence of His love but this does not mean He has forsaken us.

 

15 Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him;

Job 13:15

 

 

This is not something someone can tell you.  It has to be something you say for yourself.  It is at this point that we move from trusting God because He has been good to us to trusting Him because He is God. It may seem He is far off, but even so I will trust Him.  Life may be pressing in all around but we are still able to just stand.

 

7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this

all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 
8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 
9 persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.

2 Corinthians 4: 7 - 9

 

 

There is no guilt in having moments when God is not on our top ten list.  All of us have moments when we have had enough and feel like packing it all in. I know, I have been there. I am there.

 

So today as an act of my will, and with what little faith I have I say that He is my God and I will trust in Him.  Though my circumstances and my mind tell me otherwise I CHOOSE to deny what I see, and instead lay what little I have at the feet of a merciful God.

 

 

7 We live by faith, not by sight.

2 Corinthians 5:7



 

Shalom

 

Dave Mc



 

 

The Paradox of Forced Compliance

THE PARADOX OF FORCED COMPLIANCE

In a spiritual paradigm of free will, how do we motivate change in another person, or indeed how do we ensure compliance with spiritual behaviours?

The usual method is instruction.  This is where we show people scriptures that highlight the need for compliance as it pertains to the spiritual maturity of the believer.  When used in this way, however  it has the tendency to be perceived as a mode of control and therefore actively resisted and the required behaviour not adopted.

These scriptures that are truly the word of God to a lost world are to be read and absorbed as part of the believers "walk life".  When they are told of their lack it can have a negative effect rather than a positive one.

 
The question that should always be asked is this;

"What is the motivation of the speaker?"

If it is to get a person to comply with a spiritual perception then the method of instruction will have an authoritative feel to it. On the other hand if the purpose is to help the person to grow in their experience of God then the method is respectful and generally has a genuineness and humility in the telling.

Understanding why the person is speaking can also give a clear indication as to whether compliance is appropriate.  There are times when compliance is required, and free will is suspended.  Not by the decision of the believer in question but rather it is a forced imposition.  This negates the scriptural basis for such compliance.  Our denial of self should be motivated out of our relationship with the Lord. If we are instructed to comply then the reaction is usually one of rebellion.  This is a normal response to tyranny, and make no mistake it is tyranny.

 
The main thing to remember is that you are a sovereign individual before God. No one has the right to take that away. You have the right to suspend your right of free will,  that but it cannot be mandated.  The minute it becomes a requirement of acceptance then the usurpation of the believer begins.

If we as leaders are truly focused on helping people gain a relationship with the
Lord then this must motivate our interactions with his children. Without this underlying motivation to help them grow in their relationship with the Lord we tend to have an attitude of instruction instead of a mutually beneficial growth relationship.

I guess the question is what is the responsibility of the leader/teacher. Is it to train or is it to impart a desire for the growth in themselves. To acquire the level of relationship with the Lord where they would be positively motivate to change in and of themselves?

Are we as leaders responsible to bring change or to create an atmosphere where the recipient of our ministrations feel safe and encouraged enough to risk?  For indeed true growth cannot come without risking our current paradigm.  However it will only be lasting and in-depth growth if they themselves, out of the desire for a deeper relationship with the Lord, choose to grow.

Growth takes as long as it takes. Have we become so methodistic as a body that everything must comply to a set quantifiable outcomes?  Do we have to manufacture our disciples the same way? By batching them together and then picking out the defects at the end?  We are all different yet we celebrate, affirm and require conformity? Why can't we simply walk beside them and model this "Walk Life" for them.

Coming back to our title, 'The Paradox of Forced Compliance'. If we are truly trying to grow people in Christ then the only thing you get using this, is their compliance.  You don't get their heart or their 'buy in'.  So if all you want is compliance then go ahead, but if you want growth then you need to pursue an  emotional, intellectual and spiritual connectedness with the person.

You must stay true to the goal.  Compliance is not growth. It is simple the acquiescence of the will. 

 


Shalom

Dave Mc

How to make your Soul Sing

While I was living in Africa I saw a commercial for fruit juice.  In this particular commercial there was a women running through a fruit market leaping over cases of fruit and running with a huge smile on her face.  The tag line said that if you put the right things in your body then your body sings.  This got me thinking.  At that point in my life my body, or my soul for that matter, very rarely 'Sang'. 

 

Then I picked up a book by Arthur Miller "Why you can't be what you want to be."  In the book he talks about finding that job you can do all day with no problem.  Doing those things that bring you joy not drag you down in a pit of despair.  This got me thinking that perhaps if you were doing what God, in His infinite wisdom, created you for then your soul might sing.

 

 

This started me  a journey to discover that which bring the greatest joy as well as the greatest return.  It was then that I realised that my gift was my mouth.  Since yielding this gift to the Lord I was able to share, at length, the things of God.  I also realised that simply being able to speak was not enough.  I need something to say.  I went before the Lord and ask Him a simply question.  What must I say?

 

What, if given the opportunity, would I like to do with my gift.  The answer was pretty clear.  I loved building into people.  It is not just motivated from my own understanding of what it is like to be marginalised, but also out of a deep compassion to helps others achieve their purpose in Christ.

 

So I went and studied and got my Certificate 4 in Training and Assessment.  This gave me the opportunity to spend the entire day doing what I love to do, and that is to talk.  To give of myself in such a way that it bring increase to those I talk to, hopefully.

 

Now my soul does sing.  I get up each morning and go to work actually looking forward to what the day will bring.  I also realised the other day I had taken no significant time off in nearly a year.  This was a minor miracle.

 

Let me encourage you to find what God has created you to do.  This will be in area that you are strong in.  Not just what you like doing but what brings the greatest return. John Maxwell speaks of working on your strengths and not your weaknesses.  Marcus Buckingham says the same thing.  The fact remains that at the moment more than half of all people in the workforce do NOT find fulfilment in what they do.  This they find outside of the work environment.

Now it may mean some changes, it may mean letting go of some old habits.  But imagine if you could do what you were created to do.  Not just for the Lord but for your fellow man as well.  Using that gift to build into the lives of others in such a way that you fell fulfilled and encouraged.

 

Have the courage to search for that unique gift the Lord has given you.  Only you will truly know what that is.  That thing that puts a spring in your step and wind to your sails.  Find that life you long for.

 

Then your soul will sing too.

 

Shalom

Dave Mc

The Square Peg Syndrome

For many years people have said that I am a square peg in a round hole.  That my giftings and calling did not fit into their view of ministry.  Many times I went to the Lord and questioned him about my "Unique" gifting and how it fits into His plans for a lost and dying world.

I will admit that their were times that I would vacillate between whether I was truly of use to God and whether I was just too broken and messed up for His plans.  I guess when people would try and fit me into a mould that was not to my gift set I would fail and this would only exacerbate my feelings.

Many a time I would try and adopt the skills that others thought were of greater value to them and by doing so deny who I am before the Lord.  However this was in regards to man's interpretation of my gifting and not what my heart was screaming at me.  All I know is that I am weird and that weirdness is unique. 

Well I found my square hole.  Now my spirit and my soul are in union.  I found what I am strong in and I am working that as best I can.  The awesome part is that someone is willing to pay me for my skill set.

I have always know that my mouth could get me into trouble as well as get me out.  I have often been told I have the gift of the gab and I have been working that for all it's worth.  However when you are in an environment that does not like "talkers" then the main reaction is to ignore the person.  Which  usually only makes us talk more.  When I was younger I was very sensitive and self conscious.  My self esteem was linked very closely to what other people thought of me, and when I was ignored it burned me up.

Then one day I went to a good friend who told me the truth. "Dave, your talk too much!  People switch off when you speak.  I guarantee you that if you shut up people will notice you!"  This sounded incredibly counter intuitive.  All my life I had tried to 'GET' people to notice me.  But I took his advise and walked into a class and just sat down.  I resisted every urge in my body to talk.  Even when I had something to say  I kept quite.  Then at the end of the class they ask for final points.  I gave a short 4 word answer and the person next to me jumped out of their chair. He had sat next to me the whole time and didn't know I was there.  It was the fact that I had said nothing that ultimately allowed him to drop his defence at the barrage of comments I usually make and when I did eventually say something it got through.

That is when I went to the Lord and asked Him what was going on.  I knew that I had a ministry in speaking but the Lord was holding me back from leadership.  I questioned Him in prayer and for once the Lord gave me a direct answer. This is what he said to me,

"Dave I am the Lord of the universe, I am omniscient, all knowing and I don't even know what is going to come out of you mouth.  Until your gift is yielded to my will I can't use it."

That began my path of reconstruction. It was a long road for me.  Changing a life time of behaviour took sustained energy.  Of picking myself up when I messed up again, and then pressing on towards the Lord.

Now I am operating in that calling.  I will be honest and say that it is always the Lord.  I guess I agree with Paul when he said;

3 I came to you in weakness and fear, and with much trembling.

4 My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words,

but with a demonstration of the Spirit's power,

 5 so that your faith might not rest on men's wisdom,

but on God's power. 1 Corinthians 2: 3- 5

I am also acutely aware that there are times when I try to sound clever and come off sounding stupid.

Therefore I will give Him the glory due His name.  As well as the praise for the work he has placed within my heart.

I pray that you will also seek that which God has for you.

2 Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world,

but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.

Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is-his good,

 pleasing and perfect will.

Romans 12:2

 

Don't let people categorise you into obscurity.  Go before the Lord, seek His face and find out what He created you for and the do what he tells you to do. Perhaps you will see the miracle I have seen.

 

Shalom

 

Dave Mc