Saturday, March 15, 2014

40 ACRES

Snippet

It used to be that I never felt safe with myself unless I was performing flawlessly.  Unwittingly I had projected onto God my feelings about myself.  I felt safe with Him only when I saw myself as noble, generous, and loving, without scars, fears or tears. Perfect!  Brennan Manning  Rabbi’s Heartbeat Nav Press 2003 co Springs Co pf 15

Scripture

When the ground soaks up the falling rain and bears a good crop for the farmer, it has God’s blessing. 8 But if a field bears thorns and thistles, it is useless. The farmer will soon condemn that field and burn it.

Dear friends, even though we are talking this way, we really don’t believe it applies to you. We are confident that you are meant for better things, things that come with salvation. HEBREWS 6:7-9 NLT

Song
40 Acres Caedmon’s call
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjaMHOKYNGU

Out on these Texas plains you can see for a million lives
And there's a thousand exits between here and the state line
About the last time that I saw you
You said call me Pandora, call me a fool
And I'm thinking this view it could do you some good
So drop these scales and take a look
There's 40 acres and redemption to be found
Just along down the way
There is a place where no plow blade has turned the ground
And you will turn it over, 'cause out here hope remains
'Cause out here hope remains...
Out here the Texas sky is as big as the sea
And you're alone in your room like an island floating free
Your spirit's hanging in a bottle out on a tree
You say that you're the black sheep, I say you're still family
So throw that bottle to the waves
They'll bring you in to me and from the shore you will see
Out here the Texas rain is the hardest I've ever seen
It'll wash your house away, but it'll also make you clean
Now these rocks they are crying too
And this whole land is calling out for you

Sentence Prayer

Father, you have given the living water of life
Jesus, you are that Living water that washes away my sin
Holy Spirit, I am not meant for condemnation but redemption
I am sorry but it seems I fight Your good every step                   of the way.
I am more hungry to be a black sheep than a saint.

Break me into tiny pieces, if that’s what redemption takes.         Amen R.M.

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