We are clay in the Potter's Hand - I pray to be molded by Him.
We are all in the process....as He works,
folding, molding, beholding and enfolding us.
Joyfully in the Lord,
Mel
Joyfully in the Lord,
Mel
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
The more we pray, the closer we get to the Lord.
The more we enter into His Presence the less we ask and we accept what happens because His Peace is available the closer we get.
Persistance in prayer may not change the situation but it changes us.
When we experience the Lord's Peace things that mattered so much seem to slip away........the trust and faith ride us through.
When we experience the Lord's Peace things that mattered so much seem to slip away........the trust and faith ride us through.
Mel
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
PONDERING CREATION
I thought of the marvels of God's creation, how He thought to join cells together to form whatever it was He created, whether humans, animals, plants, fish of the seas.....everything. I am spellbound as I ponder the majesty of Himself. We mere humans have God given dignity.
Then......as I contemplate our God-given dignity, I wonder how anything unclean can come from our lips and yet, we know, being human we can and do at times know instantly when we have done so - and this makes me think of Peter who knew immediately what Jesus had told him....before the cock crows you will have denied Me three times..........and yet again, we repent and He forgives. There is great majesty in His Blood and His Sacrifice.
I am blown away.
Mel
Then......as I contemplate our God-given dignity, I wonder how anything unclean can come from our lips and yet, we know, being human we can and do at times know instantly when we have done so - and this makes me think of Peter who knew immediately what Jesus had told him....before the cock crows you will have denied Me three times..........and yet again, we repent and He forgives. There is great majesty in His Blood and His Sacrifice.
I am blown away.
Mel
Monday, January 3, 2011
Heavenly Visitation
While in Church on a Saturday evening I looked up toward the side Altar and saw a supernatural figure of a man in golden, slightly irredescent robes. He had a shaven square jaw, very light brown hair to his shoulders, looking up, heavenward, with his arms raised up high. The robe on his arms was raised as well, resting on the creases of his bent arm almost to his elbows. He remained there, in my vision, for at least 10 minutes, maybe 15 it seemed. I would glance away but he remained.
I had not the feeling it was Jesus but another, perhaps John, His beloved Disciple, because he was clean-shaven. I know one day, in Heaven, I will find out the name of the person and the reason for this visitation. No one else in the Church seemed to see what I saw.
The figure was that of a very handsome, very tall and very holy person. I was in awe of this presence. I felt perhaps he was an intercessor. There was the feeling he was from Heaven. I was at peace, nonplused at his appearing.
Mel Patterson
While in Church on a Saturday evening I looked up toward the side Altar and saw a supernatural figure of a man in golden, slightly irredescent robes. He had a shaven square jaw, very light brown hair to his shoulders, looking up, heavenward, with his arms raised up high. The robe on his arms was raised as well, resting on the creases of his bent arm almost to his elbows. He remained there, in my vision, for at least 10 minutes, maybe 15 it seemed. I would glance away but he remained.
I had not the feeling it was Jesus but another, perhaps John, His beloved Disciple, because he was clean-shaven. I know one day, in Heaven, I will find out the name of the person and the reason for this visitation. No one else in the Church seemed to see what I saw.
The figure was that of a very handsome, very tall and very holy person. I was in awe of this presence. I felt perhaps he was an intercessor. There was the feeling he was from Heaven. I was at peace, nonplused at his appearing.
Mel Patterson
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