Sunday, March 29, 2009

Song of Songs 1:5-7 (Passage & Poetry)

 She

 5I am very dark, but lovely,


O daughters of Jerusalem,
like the tents of Kedar,


like the curtains of Solomon.


6Do not gaze at me because I am dark,
   

because the sun has looked upon me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me;
   

they made me keeper of the vineyards,
   

but my own vineyard I have not kept!


7Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
  

 where you pasture your flock,
   

where you make it lie down at noon;
for why should I be like one who veils herself
   

beside the flocks of your companions? 

To the one whom God has made for me

I am brown from the sun, the place I was born
Work has callused my hands, too strong to be dainty
I am not beautiful by any standard
Face to round, too sweet
Eyes direct without guile
Yet all that I am worth is in Christ

My hair is dark
Teeth straight and a tiny chip missing from my front tooth
I laugh to hard 
Sing to much 
Yet God has granted me favor

Beloved, the one whom God made for me
I was told never to give up, to wait patiently
They were right, what was said holds true
I am my beloved's and he is mine
Though I don't see I know he is there
For that day I will wait when your banner over me is love
Where I won't be seen as the strong one
As the one who could outsmart any man
I will wear white, my head bare 
unadorned but with love in my countenance
I will see you and you will see me
And even though I am not you will see beauty in me
Given by God
You will be wretched but so will I 
It will be ordain by God
God placed first 
and with true love, love each other
That it what I wait for

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Finding Life

On my own I am nothing. With God I am a treasured child. God teaches me. God comforts me. God punishes me when I do wrong. God has been a wonderful father. I used to harbor such hate within me, I used to be so angry and now, now I feel like a stranger in this body of mine. God is so wonderful to me. He gives me joy, comfort, armor for the fight, He is powerful and never gives me more that I can bear. My God is worthy. My God is just. My God loves in spite of the wicked person I am. God saved me from my sin and watched it away. Don't you dare try to say that God is dead. Jesus is alive.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Crucify

This story was in a book by Joshua Harris. (paraphrasing)
A young man was burying a box of letters he wrote to the girl he loved. He was burying his dreams maybe even for good. His dreams came true he got the girl more or less four years later.

What happens when you have to cut out something. Submit something to God's will. I wish I were stronger but maybe it is best if I give it to the Lord. I am struggling and fighting yet I know I can't do this myself. I need God to help me. I need God to sustain me. I wish I had spiritual leadership all I have is my bible, my church, fellowship online. Yet at the end of the day it is just me and God  a good thing to be sure. I am weary of the battle. I am weary of the cuts, of the sting of sin. I have my parents looking at me as if I were crazy, for not looking to God for the material things, wealth, and health. I am poor and do not want wealth. I am weak but don't worry about health. I have only the little things. If it would be just me and God away from all this, the strife of everyday life maybe I would feel better. God ready me for battle, without you my life is nothing. God I will fight.

To God be all the Glory,

Levita

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Ambassador's Academy

I spent 4 days in California. God is good that he allowed me the opportunity to spend time with people who were after his heart. I was sick and he strengthened me. I was shaking yet He gave me the voice to speak. I saw God work through people last week that I have not seen any other time. I saw people who wanted God to be glorified. That God might save people. The first night I coughed my head off and spent my off-time blowing my nose. I could not talk very loudly. Everyone was so kind. They were so loving. The next day we were out and about on Hollywood Boulevard. The Gospel was being preached, tracts were being given out, and they were witnessing to the Faith we are just frail earth yet God took a hold of people. We were counting upon God. We were not there to meet our heroes Tony Miano, Kirk Cameron, Emil "EZ" Zwayne, or Ray Comfort we were there that we proclaim Jesus Christ and him crucified. I was scared et God put me on the box this weekend that he might reveal my weakness. My legs shook, my voice hoarse, yet God was faithful, that I might proclaim His Goodness. I met so many people and fellowship with them was wonderful. I cried that last night and it was over three things one about the love for God, a love for the loss, and lastly that I might never get married to a godly man like I saw as examples of this weekend. That was my shame tears shed over that. I am a weak woman who wants to love God more who wants to love people more. Who wants the desire for marriage to be crucified. God please help me that my life may glorify you.