Monthly Archives: March 2011

One Day at a Time

I had a very old song that I haven’t heard in I don’t know how long, pop into my head this morning.  Actually it was just two lines from the chorus that I heard as I climbed out of bed this morning.  “Just give me the strength, To do everyday what I have to do.”   And shouldn’t that be our prayer everyday?  Just the strength for today Lord.  No amount of strength can change yesterday and who knows if we will even have tomorrow, today is what I need to concentrate on. 

I’m only human, I’m just a woman.
Help me believe in what I could be
And all that I am.
Show me the stairway, I have to climb.
Lord for my sake, teach me to take
One day at a time.

One day at a time sweet Jesus
That’s all I’m asking from you.
Just give me the strength
To do everyday what I have to do.
Yesterday’s gone sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine.
Lord help me today, show me the way
One day at a time.

Do you remember, when you walked among men?
Well Jesus you know if you’re looking below
It’s worse now, than then.
Cheating and stealing, violence and crime
So for my sake, teach me to take
One day at a time.

“Help me believe in what I could be And all that I am. Show me the stairway, I have to climb.”  As I read through the words this jumped out at me.  There is so much talk about self-esteem these days, however, I don’t want my self-esteem, I want to know how God views me.  What I think of my self is probably off kilter, only God’s view is completely honest.  If we really get a revelation of exactly what HE thinks of us, I think we’d be blown away.  Both in where He sees we need improvement and in where we fit in the kingdom.  We are joint heirs with Christ!

Lord, help me believe I am capable of doing all that You have called me to do with Your help, and show me an honest picture of all that I am in You.


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How Can I Keep From Singing

I’ve woke up to the same song for the last 3 days.  Matt Redman, Oh, No, You Never Let Go.  This morning, even though I was exhausted I couldn’t go back to sleep.  The phrase “Oh, no, you never let go, Lord, you never let go of me” kept running through my head, over and over and over.  Be careful what you pray for.

A few weeks ago I prayed for God to help me carve out time to spend studying His word, He chose 4:30 am.

That wouldn’t have been my first choice.

My husband is a night owl so my getting up before 5 am means that I am going to bed alone by 9:30 or I have problems like this morning.  I did not want to get up.  I didn’t go to bed last night until after 10:30. I don’t do well on less than 7 hour sleep, I prefer a full 8.

You math people will quickly realize I had about 6 hours or less depending on just how long it took me to fall asleep. So I really wanted to just roll over and go back to sleep.  But God never lets go of me. So I got up and made coffee, double strength.

As I was getting settled into my chair with my lap desk and bible and my Beth Moore study “Jesus the One and Only”, I had pandora running softly with my classical station.  Normally that is just background noise, but today one song reached out and grabbed me and I had to pay attention.

Enya, “How can I keep from Singing”.  I pulled over my laptop to look up the lyrics to write it in my Morning Song Journal.  For whatever reason, the site wasn’t able to show me Enya’s lyrics but Google did have a Wikipedia link. Turns out it’s a poem from 1868, author unknown, titled “Always Rejoicing”.

My life goes on in endless song

Above earth’s lamentation,

I catch the sweet, tho’ far off hymn

That hails a new creation

Through all the turmolt and the strife

I hear the  music ringing

It finds and echo in my soul–

How can I keep from singing?

What tho’ my joys and comfort die?

The Lord my Savior liveth

What tho’ the darkness gather round

Songs in the night He giveth

No storm can shake my inmost calm

While to that refuge clinging

Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth

How can I keep from singing?

I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin

I see the blue above it

And day by day this pathway smooths

Since first I leaned to love it

The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart

A fountain ever springing

All things are mine since I am Hiss

How can I keep from singing?

I think I may have to set this to my own melody and make this my hearts cry song.  I have a chorus to add:

I sing for joy

I sing for pain

I sing to Christ upon the throne

In times of laughter

In times of weeping

How can I keep from singing?

How can I keep from singing?

This just resonated with my soul today.  I tend to always have one song or another running through my head at any given time. That’s probably why it never occurred to me to pay attention until my friend suggested it.  God placed this music in my soul.  How can I keep from singing?  The truth is I can’t.  Not only that but I shouldn’t.  If we withhold our praise Christ said the very rocks would cry out His praises.

How can we keep from singing?

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Morning Song

A wise friend of mine was patiently listening to me bemoan the fact that I didn’t think I was hearing the Voice of God.  He very calmly pointed out that I am a worshiper.  I wasn’t sure where he was going with this seemingly change of subject, but as I respect him and know that God speaks through him, I went with it. 

“Yes, I’m a worshiper” and then he asked me a question, “Do you wake up with a song running through your head, or one that just stays with you throughout the day?”

“Most days, yeah.”

He suggested I start paying closer attention to those songs.  Keep a journal of them and then what goes on that day and see if there is any correlation.  He suggested that God may be using songs to speak words of encouragement or guidance that I might need for that day.

So I started January 1st.  My husband had gotten me a beautiful purple leather journal for Christmas.  While I love the journal, and I am now a blogger, I’ve never been one to sit down and write out what happened that day before going to bed.  But this seemed the perfect book to begin to journal my morning songs.  I don’t know why I didn’t think to come back and write a brief description of how that song was helpful for the day until this last week. But from now on I intend to do just that.

I may even post occasionally what song I had that day and how it was a help or direction or warning for the day.

It’s not always a “church” song.  One morning was an Enya love song, that night was date night with my husband.

Another morning was Areosmith, Living on the Edge, but that was before I started adding the note at the end of the day so I’m not sure what exactly happened that day.  However, in looking up the whole lyrics for that song, I did feel God speaking to me through them.  But, that’s a whole different blog post.

What about you, do you wake up with a song on your heart?  Have you even paid attention?  Maybe you should start, you never know when God is trying to get your attention.

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Intercessory Worship

We as humans tend to put thought, ideas, people, religion, God, really anything we come across, into nice tight and tidy little categories.  But what happens when what you are experiencing doesn’t fit into one of those categories that you’ve been brought up to believe exist?  What do you do when you seem to be combining categories or blowing them apart all together.  Or what do you do when you realize you are called to do something but you don’t see yourself or experience yourself in the way that is traditionally defined. 

That’s what is happening to me.  I am working toward my ministerial degree and one of my classes is The Voice of God.  One of the textbooks for this class is a book of the same title by Cindy Jacobs.  I instantly felt a connection with her.  I saw myself as a young girl who just somehow “knew things” just like her.  Then I got to the part in her book that shook my view.  She is relating a story about a car ride with her mentor and a comment that really shook her view, too.  The mentor said that not all intercessors are prophets, but, all prophets are intercessors.  I stopped and put the book down and began to pray.

You see, I don’t see myself as an intercessor.  I can’t spend more than 10 min on my knees without my feet going numb.  I can’t stand prayer meetings!  I do not sit for hours on end in prayer for my friends and family or anything else.

About this time, I had a couple of well-meaning, sisters in the Lord who came to me with a concern for my spiritual well-being.  They were concerned that I was not spending enough time with God.  First off, how they thought they knew how much time I spent with Him, I still haven’t figured that out.  But if there was any truth to this, if God was trying to get my attention and correct a deficit in my soul, I wanted to pay attention.

One day as I was doing the dishes and contemplating this accusation, I began to talk to God, “Lord, is there anything too this?  Am I neglecting building a relationship with You?  Do I not spend enough time talking to You and listening for Your voice?  If that’s the truth then please help me to set more time aside for You, help me find time.”  I felt this still small voice begin to speak inside, “Kara, what are you doing right now?”  “The dishes” was my response.  “No, I mean, who are you talking to?”  “Well, You Father”  “How is this not communication with Me?  How often do we have these little talks?”  “Oh, God, all day long I cry out to You and hear You respond with just what I need to hear.”

There was more but that’s private.  You see, God taught me that day as I was up to my elbows in soapy water doing the dishes, that it’s not about my posture or the position of my body, but it is about true communication with Him.  I almost always have a dialog running through my head with my Heavenly Father throughout my day.  Little things will cross my mind and I will talk to him as if he is right there beside me, which of course, He is.  That is the life of an intercessor, constant communication with God.

Now don’t take what I am saying and run to the friend who does spend hours on their knees in prayer and say, “You’re doing it wrong”  NO they are not!  They are doing what God has told them to do.  They are doing what works for them.  We are not all the same, we don’t dress alike, we don’t all do our hair the same, we don’t all talk the same and that is just how God made us to be.  It would be a very boring world if it were any other way.

My plan for this blog is to explore the different ways Biblical people interceded and worshiped, and how the two go hand in hand for me.  I can’t intercede without worship, and I’m finding the converse to also be true.  When I enter into worship, I begin to intercede.  Intercessory Worship, that is what I will be studying and you are welcome to come along.

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