I RUN TO YOU GOD:

I RUN TO YOU GOD:

Psalm 18:1-6 (The Message (MSG) Version)

^1-2 I love you, God—
    you make me strong.
God is bedrock under my feet,
    the castle in which I live,
    my rescuing knight.
My God—the high crag
    where I run for dear life,
    hiding behind the boulders,
    safe in the granite hideout.

³ I sing to God, the Praise-Lofty,
    and find myself safe and saved.

^4-5 The hangman’s noose was tight at my throat;
    devil waters rushed over me.
Hell’s ropes cinched me tight;
    death traps barred every exit.

⁶ A hostile world! I call to God,
    I cry to God to help me.
From his palace he hears my call;
    my cry brings me right into his presence—
    a private audience!

...

^16-19 But me he caught—reached all the way
    from sky to sea; he pulled me out
Of that ocean of hate, that enemy chaos,
    the void in which I was drowning.
They hit me when I was down,
    but God stuck by me.
He stood me up on a wide-open field;
    I stood there saved—surprised to be loved!

^20-24 God made my life complete
    when I placed all the pieces before him.
When I got my act together,
    he gave me a fresh start.
Now I’m alert to God’s ways;
    I don’t take God for granted.
Every day I review the ways he works;
    I try not to miss a trick.
I feel put back together,
    and I’m watching my step.
God rewrote the text of my life
    when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes.

^…

^28-29 Suddenly, God, you floodlight my life;
    I’m blazing with glory, God’s glory!
I smash the bands of marauders,
    I vault the highest fences.

³⁰ What a God! His road
    stretches straight and smooth.
Every God-direction is road-tested.
    Everyone who runs toward him
Makes it.

I RUN TO YOU GOD!

John Mututho explains why alcohol abuse is rampant in work places

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A drinking nation, A lost generation! Is it true that in every known Mtaa in Kenya two things are conspicuously present - a bar and a church? How can the latter redeem the Nation? At least I know of the Presbyterian Church Men's Fellowship's efforts in its attempt to slay the dragon.

The River by Brian Doerksen

Awesome

Talk about family values! Four more years for the Obamas.

Four More Years

Four More Years is not too much to ask!

Fondly Remembered and Missed:

Throughout this week, dear mother, I have reflected on our life together. I am now a grown man raising a family. Yet the very thought of you makes me feel like a child again. I must also confess that trying to number the years that you have been gone leaves me numb. The years are many! It is only by faith, and faith alone that I believe what I cannot prove – that you are in a better place. How are you doing, dear mother, in that land yonder? Do you ever miss us, your children?

There are days I imagine you seated in the council of the departed members of our family discussing each of us. Do you think of us? What sort of things do you say about your children? We are all grown now and each has gone his/her way. We do occasionally come together to reminiscent.

Dear mother, I wish you happiness as you live your life in the world known only by the dead. Know that you are loved and missed. I personally remain forever grateful to you. I continue to believe that your presence is always with us. Yes, by faith, and faith alone I believe what I cannot prove – your ever-present embrace and love. Yet, as I watch my children grow, I wish you were here to cuddle them, to give advice and to offer wise counsel.

The day the ship came to carry you home was a sad day. As the wild gull called we mourned your departure. But today, 27^th July 2012, I shed tears of joy - joy of having known you. As I stand at the grave site, I miss your smiling face. I will cry but I will not be sad. I have hope of seeing you again. You believed in Jesus Christ and eternal hope in Him. I too believe! I will see you again mother. It is well with my soul. So long …

Your son,

John.

On Bright Morning April 16, 2012

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