Good Morning My Loves

 Lord.. Sometimes I wish I was Mary and not Martha. Sometimes all I want is to sit at your feet, and lay my head on your lap. Sometimes I feel drained and tired, and I need to pour back into ME.  I cannot pour from an empty cup Papa. Help me to press on.. Help me to not get weary.. Help me to rejoice through trials.. Help me to walk faithfully.. Help me to cope with the tug of each rope.. And help me to keep my eyes on YOU. 

 I hope in your word because it is truth.. Till eternity ends, I am a daughter of Ruth. At midnight I rise, to give God some praise.. For in the shadows of doubt, I am always amazed. Once I was afflicted and smitten with rage.. And the pride in my heart,  was my prison and cage. Like a bottle in the smoke, I was exhausted and drained.. But mercy came calling, from heaven's own slain. I press on from the womb, of the course of the Lord.. To show myself approved, without fear and discord. How sweet are the words, of the promises of God.. To sustain me in seasons, for great is my reward.

 We all go through struggles.. We all feel burdened with disappointments.. Sometimes our expectations are high, but we don't always get what we expect. You need to remember  that Jesus felt the same way about those who rejected Him. And yet still He died on the Cross. Yet still He maintained His focus and fulfilled His purpose. My precious brethren, don't get weary. Don't blame God for your situation. Trust Him through it all.

 I will walk in your footsteps, for You are my guide. I will sit at your table and eat by your side. I will sing and rejoice,  all the days of my life.. For out of the ashes,  I am taken from strife. All my tomorrows, my heart will be blessed.. From trials and temptations, I will conquer every test.  I am called by the Lord  and to Him I will declare.. I will soar on the wings of an eagle.. And by the grace of God who strengthens me, I will never ever be feeble.

 The mountains shall behold the faithfulness of God.. Upon your heart of stone He will defend you with His sword. As a chosen generation, you can run but cannot hide.. For looking down upon you, is the one whose arms are open wide. A brutish man thou art, whose eyes are closed up tight.. The mysteries of the Father, await your very sight. Like an oasis in the desert, provision is made for you.. Now depart from all your wickedness, and receive what is your due. No flood will come to drown you, nor wind to blow you far.. To flourish in your old age, you must be a shining star. A joyful sound of triumph, is waiting to be heard.. So come now Christian soldier, and feast upon God's Word.  

 Blessed will you be if you live for the Lord.. Goodness and mercy will follow you. You will be strong, though you feel weak.. For the Lord of the highest, will be all you will seek. Favour will find you and grace will be sure, For the essence of heaven will beat at your door. No evil will plague you, nor sickness adorn you.. For in the land of the living,  you will gather all your due.