We All Need Somebody

Here is a quote that I have always loved...

“To the whole world you might be just one person, 

but to one person you might just be the whole world.

 Pablo Casals

This is so well stated!

                                        Please take a look at this video from YouTube.
                                         It will give you a good illustration of my topic.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QK9Xj7eY0UU

Once a turtle is on its back

 it is almost impossible for it 

to roll itself back over...to right itself. 
It needs help.

Very often we find ourselves in this same position.

Only God can set us upright again,
and we know we can depend on Him do do this.  
Sometimes there is a miraculous move of God t
hat we know can only be His blessing. 
Other times He uses different means 
to  save us from being upside down in our lives. 

Sometimes God uses you or me to do His work to aid a person to stand when their life has made standing nearly impossible.

Casting Crowns has song with lyrics to address this thought that we are God's hands and feet on earth to further His purposes. The lyrics go like this...

If We Are The Body

by Casting Crowns

It's crowded in worship today

As she slips in trying to fade into the faces

The girl's teasing laughter is carrying farther than they know

Farther than they know

But if we are the body

Why aren't His arms reaching?

Why aren't His hands healing?

Why aren't His words teaching?

And if we are the body

Why aren't His feet going?

Why is His love not showing them there is a way?

There is a way?

God is the major One that we need to "lean on." Still, when we see someone figuratively on their back and feel that God is calling us to partner with Him, we need to step up to the plate and be His instrument.

God bless...
Corinne

The Roaring Wind and the Fire

The Roaring Wind and the Fire 

I am an old woman now, but I will never forget what happened in the Upper Room so many years ago. I was but a girl who had just moved into womanhood. My father owned this house. He had added a second floor. It was one huge room that he rented to people who needed a place to meet together. Father had me attend to the people who rented the Upper Room. I served them food that Mother had prepared, and I kept the room clean. I just did what Father and Mother told me to do.

I had come up into the room frequently while the people I am going to tell you about were using it. As I worked I watched the people gathered there and listened to what they were saying. 

These people were always praying, talking, and waiting. They talked about and prayed to their dead friend, Jesus. I thought that praying to a dead person was bizarre. I knew that Jesus was that character who had ridden into Jerusalem on a donkey. I thought that was absurd. Entering Jerusalem on a donkey of all things! On top of it, all the people were shouting welcome and waving palm branches to Him. How peculiar was that?

He was actually a criminal teaching things that the Rabbis did not approve of. It was said that they feared that the people would no longer support the temple. He was crucified for His bad behavior. These are the things that I thought at first. Later I heard His followers say He had risen from the dead. They talked about how He had been with them for forty days. Then they said He had ascended into heaven. The followers had rented the Upper Room because they were going to stay there as they were waiting for something. Jesus had told them to wait.

At first I thought it was all nonsense, but, as I listened to their stories and memories, I felt something stirring in my heart. I soon realized that what I was feeling were the first stirrings of my faith in Jesus. It was not long before I totally admitted to myself that I believed Jesus was who they said He was, the Son of God.

At that time, I also noticed that all the people in the room were fearful. They were afraid that those who had hated Jesus and crucified Him would come looking for His followers. The only thing that gave them some hope was His promise to them before He died. He had told them, “… If you love me, obey my commandments.  And I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Advocate, who will never leave you.  He is the Holy Spirit, who leads into all truth. The world cannot receive him, because it isn’t looking for him and doesn’t recognize him. But you know him, because he lives with you now and later will be in you. No, I will not abandon you as orphans—I will come to you. Soon the world will no longer see me, but you will see me. Since I live, you also will live. When I am raised to life again, you will know that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you.” 

          

I could see that the apostles and disciples did not totally understand, but because He had told them they believed. I also believed because I had listened to the stories. They waited, and I also waited.

One day we heard a loud wind above us and around us. I ran to the corner, and, while crouching down, I watched. The wind blew but nothing was blown around. Then, to my amazement, I saw what looked like candle flames above the heads of all the apostles and disciples. The flames were later called Tongues of Fire. Peter was the first one to speak. He was no longer afraid. He told everyone not to fear that this was the Holy Spirit whom Jesus had promised.

There was a loud noise down in the street. Masses of people were in Jerusalem from many countries to celebrate Passover in the temple. They had run to find out why they heard such a loud wind. They were shouting questions and comments in the languages that they spoke. Peter and the disciples went down into the street, and I followed them. They talked to the crowd about Jesus, and how he had come to offer then salvation. I was really surprised to hear them speaking.. They each were speaking in languages that I did not understand, and the pilgrims seemed to understand what they were saying. I was standing by the door watching when a young woman came up to me. She started asking me questions. She was not speaking Hebrew. Still, I could understand her, and I could answer her in her native tongue. Because I had believed, I also was blessed with the gift of the Holy Spirit. I knew it was a miracle. About three thousand people were converted and baptized that day in Jerusalem.

That was many years ago. Ever since that day I traveled with his followers, and brought the good news of the salvation to people in the way we were told. “But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you. And you will be my witnesses, telling people about me everywhere—in Jerusalem, throughout Judea, in Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”
  

Written by

Corinne Mustafa                                                               
May, 2013

Two Seconds

We all believe in the eternity that we will enter when our life is finished and we go home. We think about the unspeakable joys that we will receive when we are finally with God in heaven. We rejoice in knowing that we have salvation if we believe in Jesus Christ.  The Bible promises that if we go to the Father through Christ he will accept us.

That is all good.

However when someone we love dies it is harder to be happy about his death. Even though we know where the person is we still cry and grieve. We cry for ourselves and the open empty space in our world that occurs when a loved one dies. Our world changes when that happens. For a mother who thought her children would live beyond her lifetime, the loss of a child puts an indelible pall of sadness over her life that continues long after she has come back to living her life and has worked out a way to go on in spite of her loss.

My friend, Luana, sent me this poem she had written. It is very poignant...but beautiful.

Two Seconds

Sleep, sleep

If only to sleep

Awake me slowly, Lord

Anticipating the first two seconds

Two seconds of consciousness

The first two seconds of my day

The only relief

My time of normalcy

The two seconds it takes me

The time it takes me to remember

I now remember

I remember that Kevin is dead

I look forward to tomorrow morning's two seconds

Written by
Luana Layton

I was very touched by her poem and I wrote to Luana 

to ask about Kevin and if I could publish her poem in Women's Focus Ministries. 

Here is what she wrote...

"Kevin died in January, 1991 in a traffic accident on Pacheco Pass.
He was living with us at the time. Kevin was 23 years old.

You may publish it.
It always helps when you know  that someone else
went through a trauma and had a strange experience because of it."   
-----Luana

Shared by
Corinne Mustafa

   

God Puzzles

 I found this graphic in one of  my picture searches...and loved it!

What God does with our disparate personal puzzles is truly amazing. All we have to do is put ourselves into His care and be willing to be rearranged. Enjoy the graphic, and please think about what is taught in it.

God bless
Corinne