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We Are All Hurting. Let the Children Sing a New Song to Remind Us How to Pray!

We Are Being Fed Our Daily Bread (Toni Rypkema Original)

Loss.

Hurts.

Pain runs deep.

Today, there is not a child, mother, father, sister, brother, grandparent, widow, aunt, uncle, nephew, or niece, that hasn’t experienced loss, pain, sickness, and great trial. BUT GOD. HE IS.

Jesus suffered. He died. And He rose from death and lives, forevermore. He experienced every agony and uncomfortable moment a gazillion times more than any of us did.

HE DID. GOD DID!

The disciples watched Jesus retreat for hours and even days to pray to His Father. He witnessed oppression, cruelty, sickness, and pain. He experienced great persecution, was misunderstood, and suffered wrong in His innocence.

If God’s Son, Jesus, came down from heaven and retreated to commune with His Father, shouldn’t we follow His example?

 “This, then, is how you should pray,” Jesus said,

“‘Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
 your kingdom come,
your will be done,
    on earth as it is in heaven.
 Give us today our daily bread.
 And forgive us our debts,
    as we also have forgiven our debtors.
 And lead us not into temptation,
    but deliver us from the evil one.

[For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen] ” (Matthew 6:9:13 NKJV & AMP).

I share the sound of children, singing a free version of this powerful prayer.

We Are Being Fed Our Daily Bread is hope in the midst of darkness. It’s a focus on God in the midst of brokenness, sorrow, loss, and pain. This song helps remind us, God is what we need. He’s our daily Bread. And He faithfully will feed us when we seek Him in spirit and in truth.

Be willing.

Be transformed and renewed on the inside.

I pray the Lord God becomes your sufficent grace, love, and peace today as you allow children to sing His precence in your heart and mind, (as they give you a song to sing with them).

Be filled with the fullness of receiving His salvation and joy, this day:

The evergreen, in the midst of night …

The evergreen is brought in, this time again. Adorned with lights, and gifts, and angels of white, baubles of red and garlands of thread. With my thoughts ringing, “Do not be afraid, …”  remembering what the angel said.
“So much has changed.” as I hang a nativity up on the tree. “Dear God, I need You to speak in such a time as this. Please don’t be silent. I’m tempted to doubt that I can get through this …
So I open up the story, told over and again, and I read the words of the angel to Mary, from a long, lost time, from way back when: “… for you have found grace with God … you will give birth to a Son and  you shall call His name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the most High … and of his reign there will be no end.”
Luke Chapter 1 verse 33, Amplified. And, then You hear my heart cry, “Oh God, what does all this mean for me? In the midst of the night, let me hear, let me rest. Let me simply sit in this uncomfortable – ness!
So, I sit. In the night. But I marvel at the sight. Amidst anxious thoughts, wrestling to overthrow my rest and peace, I look upon the evergreen.
“For with God nothing is ever impossible, and no word from God shall be without power …” the Amplified version of Luke 1:37 speaks. I read them, and I wonder, “Do I believe?
Do I really believe the Word of God? Or only on sunflower days, and when the sod is soft and green. do I believe God when all seems against all my understanding?”
So as I look at the evergreen in the room. Adorned with lights, and gifts, and angels of white, I see the baubles of red, and remember the blood that was shed. I see the garland of thread, and think of the Good Word I have read:
Mary’s response to the news of the angel: “My soul glorifies the Lord
    and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, …”
Somehow I forgot Luke 1:47. How could I miss the response that was given.
“Oh dear Lord, may I choose to rejoice as well, and worship You, for, …
 “…for he has been mindful
    of the humble state of his servant …
for the Mighty One has done great things for me—
His mercy extends to those who fear him,
    from generation to generation.”
This is the story, Luke 1:48-50. These are the words breathed by God, to tell –
to tell me that today, even in the midst of night, that He is great and will extend mercy, even on me, all the same. “Give me grace, dear Lord Jesus, to magnify and give You my praise, through my heart’s tears and through the dark rain. The Son dwells in my heart forever. The Son Of God does great things,
and this Christmas, I will again, believe.
“O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.”

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