Saturday, August 31, 2013

Unveiled

Jeremiah 1:5 "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you..."


He. SEEs. YOU.

Think about it. Let it soak into your soul. He sees YOU.

He has been watching YOU all along.

When God looked through the window of creation, His heart skipped a beat.

It was YOUR face that HE saw through eternal time and space.

Through a sea of human faces and souls...

He. Saw. YOU.

Why would He see US? Why would HE love us, imperfect dust created humans?

His hands formed us. His blueprint planned our lives. No accidents.

Eyes of pure love and mercy saw...US?

Why would He care about a tiny heartbeat in a womb, born a sinner to a fallen world?

Why would he care to carry us in HIS hands? Write HIS love on our hearts?

Lord, remove this veil from our hearts so we can see YOU the way YOU see US!

That we may see and know Him in His glory and majesty.

 Know the suffering of the cross---that was for US.  Know that He is our God, our HEALER, our REDEEMER.

See HIM through the obstacles. See HIM through your suffering. See HIM and know He's working all things together for your good because...

 He. Loves. YOU.

--Jennifer Jones







Sunday, August 25, 2013

The Prayer Quilt by Jennifer Jones

I wrote this poem today, in honor of my mom's birthday.  Happy Birthday Mom, I love you! --Jen


Tenderly she rocked,
As she rocked she prayed,
With each and every breath,
A prayer quilt  stitch she made.

The baby oh so small,
Held her finger oh so tight,
Mom whispered prayers to God,
To keep her angel through the night.

Months turned into years,
Her girl now held her hand
Her backpack on her back
At the front door she would stand.

And there the quilt would grow,
With prayers for God to guide,
To keep her child at school,
And forever by His Side.

Each night Mom's cover of prayer,
Kept angels by her kid,
At the dawn of each new day,
New mercies God did give.

Now her daughter's grown,
But she still has this quilt of prayer,
That Mom prayed ore' her life,
It goes with her everywhere.

Now at night her Grown-up girl,
Stands by her daughter's head,
She bows her head and prays,
"Lord, put your angels round this bed."

So the quilt's an heirloom dear,
Passed on from Mom to Me,
The precious quilt of prayer,
Of Protection, Faith and Peace.

The cradle will rock on,
The quilt stitches now begin,
As a mother whispers prayers,
And God listens once again.
                                           
---Jennifer Jones


Psalm 46:1 KJV

"God is our refuge and strength a very present help in trouble."

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