Streams In The Desert: March 31st, 2016

The wind was contrary Matthew 14:24

Rude and blustering the winds of March often are. Do they not typify the tempestuous seasons of my life? But, indeed, I ought to be glad that I make acquaintance with these seasons. Better it is that the rains descend and the floods come than that I should stay perpetually in the Lotus Land where it seems always afternoon, or in that deep meadowed Valley of Avilion where never wind blows loudly. Storms of temptation appear cruel, but do they not give intenser earnestness to prayer? Do they not compel me to seize the promises with a tighter hand grip? Do they not leave me with a character refined?

Storms of bereavement are keen; but, then, they are one of the Father’s ways of driving me to Himself, that in the secret of His presence His voice may speak to my heart, soft and low. There is a glory of the Master which can be seen only when the wind is contrary and the ship tossed with waves.

“Jesus Christ is no security against storms, but He is perfect security in storms. He has never promised you an easy passage, only a safe landing.”

Oh, set your sail to the heavenly gale,
And then, no matter what winds prevail,
No reef can wreck you, no calm delay;
No mist shall hinder, no storm shall stay;
Though far you wander and long you roam
Through salt sea sprays and o’er white sea foam,

No wind that can blow but shall speed you Home.
–Annie Johnson Flint

Linda Andrisan Recovery Story

This article was originally written in 2008. What I find interesting is it could have been written yesterday. While I believe great strides have been made in the area of mental illness the fact is there is much work to be done to encourage and educate those who are suffering. And our God is still God, even when our road seems so lonely. God bless you!  Allan
Taken from  Mental Wellness Today which is found   HERE.
This year marks 20 years since I was diagnosed with a mental illness, it started as depression and turned into manic depression. Some people experience it for a little while and then it either, goes into remission or goes away completely. Unfortunately for me, it’s here to stay, but I’ve learned how to deal with it for the long term, and what I’ve realized over the years is that I’m not alone and there is help.
According to a survey released in November of 2007 by Mental Health America (MHA) in Washington, DC, about 82 percent of Americans are affected by depression at some point in their lives. The MHA survey showed that some people suffer alone without seeking help because they are too ashamed to tell their family and friends .What lonely and painful life that would be. I know that untreated depression only worsens and inevitably affects a person’s entire life-leading to job losses, a dwindling social life possibly divorce, and even homelessness.
I’ve come through all kinds of losses and straggles Twenty years ago a painful divorce shattered my world and sent me into the throes of a deep depression. I had lost my reason for being and I remember just laying there – limp and motionless-on the couch in my one bedroom apartment with no place to go, and no hope for the future. I kept the shades closed and the TV and radio off. It was completely silent with no stimulation, and I felt as though I was dead to the world I was on my own then and rent was my responsibility. Not wanting to get evicted I dragged myself to the computer and typed up a resume and cover letters to mail out.
Finding a job had never been hard for me though I always seemed to be looking for one.Within two weeks, I had pulled together four part-time teaching jobs in the DC area and forced myself to appear in the classrooms for each class meeting. I was seeing a therapist at the time who I had found randomly in the Yellow Pages. He said I needed medication and he sent me to a psychiatrist who prescribed 50 mg of Prozac every day. Not knowing any better, I took it. It caused severe drowsiness and I barely made the one hour commute to work every day I was up at 5 am and didn’t get home until 10 pm.
Looking back over that difficult time, with only old psychotropic medications at the doctors ‘ fingertips, I now feel that there must have been a Higher Power watching over me , along with my own hidden blind ambition that the depression so severely threatened Despite it all, I got my hard-earned paycheck and some work experience that helped secure a full-time college teaching job in a small, obscure Confederate town about 50 miles outside of the Atlanta area.
This past Christmas, I went back to Barnesville, Georgia, where I saw a much more mature college than the one I attended. Tears filled my eyes as I thought about what the past 20 years have entailed.
This Article was from Anchor Magazine found in the Spring 2008 issue. If you are serious about Recovery and are looking for help, I highly urge you to subscribe to Anchor or SZ Magazine, go to www.mentalwellnesstoday.com  or click the images below.

 

Streams In The Desert: March 26th, 2016

Look from the place where thou art, northward, and southward, and eastward, and westward: for all the land which thou seest, to thee will I give it   Genesis 13:14-15

No instinct can be put in you by the Holy Ghost but He purposes to fulfill. Let your faith then rise and soar away and claim all the land you can discover.
–S. A. Keen

All you can apprehend in the vision of faith is your own. Look as far as you can, for it is all yours. All that you long to be as a Christian, all that you long to do for God, are within the possibilities of faith. Then come, still closer, and with your Bible before you, and your soul open to all the influences of the Spirit, let your whole being receive the baptism of His presence; and as He opens your understanding to see all His fulness, believe He has it all for you. Accept for yourself all the promises of His word, all the desires He awakens within you, all the possibilities of what you may be as a follower of Jesus. All the land you see is given to you.

The actual provisions of His grace come from the inner vision. He who puts the instinct in the bosom of yonder bird to cross the continent in search of summer sunshine in the Southern clime is too good to deceive it, and just as surely as He has put the instinct in its breast, so has He also put the balmy breezes and the vernal sunshine yonder to meet it when it arrives.

He who breathes into our hearts the heavenly hope, will not deceive or fail us when we press forward to its realization.
–Selected

“And they found as he had said unto them” (Luke 22:13).

Praise & Worship: March 25th, 2016

1.  My Redeemer Lives-  Nicole C. Mullen

2.  Above All-  Michael W. Smith

3.  O Sacred Head Now Wounded-  Fernando Ortega

4.  When I Survey The Wondrous Cross-  Choir Of King’s College, Cambridge

5.  The Victor-  Keith Green

6.  Awesome God-  Rich Mullins

7.  Nothing But The Blood/ Washed In The Blood-  Kelly Willard

8.  Were You There? (When They Crucified My Lord)-  Marion Williams

9.  The Wonder Of The Cross-  Vicky Beeching

10.  Glorious Day ( Living He Loved Me)-   Casting Crowns

11.  The Old Rugged Cross-  B.J. Thomas

12.  He’s Alive-  Don Francisco

Streams In The Desert: March 21st , 2016

According to your faith be it unto you Matthew 9:29

“Praying through” might be defined as praying one’s way into full faith, emerging while yet praying into the assurance that one has been accepted and heard, so that one becomes actually aware of receiving, by firmest anticipation and in advance of the event, the thing for which he asks.

Let us remember that no earthly circumstances can hinder the fulfillment of His Word if we look steadfastly at the immutability of that Word and not at the uncertainty of this ever-changing world. God would have us believe His Word without other confirmation, and then He is ready to give us “according to our faith.”

When once His Word is past,
When He hath said , ‘I will,’ (Heb. 13:5)
The thing shall come at last;
God keeps His promise still. (2 Cor. 1:20)

The prayer of the Pentecostal age was like a cheque to be paid in coin over the counter.
–Sir R. Anderson

“And God said… and it was so.” (Gen. 1:9.)

Streams In The Desert: March 16th, 2016

For our profit Hebrews 12:10

In one of Ralph Connor’s books he tells a story of Gwen. Gwen was a wild, wilful lassie and one who had always been accustomed to having her own way. Then one day she met with a terrible accident which crippled her for life. She became very rebellious and in the murmuring state she was visited by the Sky Pilot, as the missionary among the mountaineers was termed. He told her the parable of the canyon.

“At first there were no canyons, but only the broad, open prairie. One day the Master of the Prairie, walking over his great lawns, where were only grasses, asked the Prairie, ‘Where are your flowers?’ and the Prairie said, ‘Master I have no seeds.’

“Then he spoke to the birds, and they carried seeds of every kind of flower and strewed them far and wide, and soon the prairie bloomed with crocuses and roses and buffalo beans and the yellow crowfoot and the wild sunflowers and the red lilies all summer long. Then the Master came and was well pleased; but he missed the flowers he loved best of all, and he said to the Prairie: ‘Where are the clematis and the columbine, the sweet violets and wind-flowers, and all the ferns and flowering shrubs?’

“And again he spoke to the birds, and again they carried all the seeds and scattered them far and wide. But, again, when the Master came he could not find the flowers he loved best of all, and he said: “‘Where are those my sweetest flowers?’ and the Prairie cried sorrowfully: “‘Oh, Master, I cannot keep the flowers, for the winds sweep fiercely, and the sun beats upon my breast, and they wither up and fly away.’

“Then the Master spoke to the Lightning, and with one swift blow the Lightning cleft the Prairie to the heart. And the Prairie rocked and groaned in agony, and for many a day moaned bitterly over the black, jagged, gaping wound. But the river poured its waters through the cleft, and carried down deep black mould.

“And once more the birds carried seeds and strewed them in the canyon. And after a long time the rough rocks were decked out with soft mosses and trailing vines, and all the nooks were hung with clematis and columbine, and great elms lifted their huge tops high up into the sunlight, and down about their feet clustered the low cedars and balsams, and everywhere the violets and wind-flower and maiden-hair grew and bloomed, till the canyon became the Master’s favorite place for rest and peace and joy.”

Then the Sky Pilot read to her: “The fruit–I’ll read ‘flowers’–of the Spirit are love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness–and some of these grow only in the canyon.” “Which are the canyon flowers?” asked Gwen softly, and the Pilot answered: “Gentleness, meekness, longsuffering; but though the others, love, joy, peace, bloom in the open, yet never with so rich a bloom and so sweet a perfume as in the canyon.”

For a long time Gwen lay quite still, and then said wistfully, while her lips trembled: “There are no flowers in my canyon, but only ragged rocks.” “Some day they will bloom, Gwen dear; the Master will find them, and we, too, shall see them.”

Beloved, when you come to your canyon, remember!

It’s Good To Sing Praises To Our Lord

I couldn’t find the song that was in my head that shares these verses from Psalm 34 but I’m going to post this just the same! 🙂 

I’m reading a book on the life of David by Charles Swindoll that has come into my life at the perfect time and through it I am learning a lot with the prayer being that I will incorporate what I am learning into my life. 

I can’t recommend this book enough and if you are interested you can either check it out from the library or purchase it. Here is a description on Amazon and the option to purchase it there is up to you.  Click  HERE   if you’re interested.  Allan

Psalm 34:1 A Psalm of David, when he changed his behaviour before Abimelech; who drove him away, and he departed.

I will bless the LORD at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth.
Psalm 34:2 My soul shall make her boast in the LORD: the humble shall hear thereof, and be glad.
Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together.
Psalm 34:4 I sought the LORD, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears.