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Jesus is legendary

Isaiah 9:6
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Legendary is my Lord, and savior. The Bible is translated in all languages. There are more copies of Bibles than any other book in the world. Jesus is legendary.

As I look up at my Nativity scene, and think of the Virgin Mary holding baby Jesus, it is such a beautiful sight. To only be able to have been there. I can’t imagine the anticipation the wisemen felt following the star to Bethlehem carrying gifts from afar, in greet of baby Jesus.

From Genesis to Revelation we get to read all of the stories of a man who brings salvation, and hope to the lost. Who does miracles in the lives of many, and who hears our prayers. Legendary in every way.

I will stay close to the legend, as I know this is where I find my peace. I can be still, and know that He is God. I can call upon in Him in my quiet times of prayer. He is always there. Here on earth we fail as humans, we let others down. We will never meet all of another’s expectations nor will they meet ours. There is one who all power, and that one is God! He has all authority, and He will never fail us! We just have to have faith. Even as small as a mustard seed, if that is all we can muster for now. It is enough, see where that takes us. Jesus changes lives! He has mine!

Away in a manger

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When I rise upon a given day

When I rise upon any given day waking to say that “thy will be done not mine”, I believe I will triump with God through that day

When I rise upon any given day waking to say “thank you Lord Jesus for this day”, no matter what my circumstances might be. I believe I will triumph with God through that day

When I rise upon any given day waking to say “God direct my thoughts, my feet, and let me be a light of the Holy Spirit that resides in me”. I believe I will triumph with God through that day

May I triumph with God at my right side. My guide, my anchor, my Father, and my Savior that walks on water. Abba Father who will not give me more than I can handle, and allows me through hard times so I might grow. The waves may seem tsunami like, and the rocks may cut like glass. I believe with Him I am up for any task

He is always there, and He will get me to the other side. So in Him I gain great perspective, and share my story. Yet again giving God all the glory. God never said life would not be gory. I believe if I can keep on keeping on in Him no matter the weather of my life, I can get through triumphant

For this I give God my Father praise! For He is faithful, and His mercies are new every morning. He love me loves even when I am weary. There is nothing I can’t triumph through if I am leaning into God. So I believe today will be another day I lay my head on my pillow, and say “thank you Lord for what was another great day done your way.” Triumphant I wish to stay

Psalmist 106:47
Save us, O LORD our God, and gather us from among the heathen, to give thanks unto thy holy name, and to triumph in thy praise.

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Plucked from the decomposing garden that was my life

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I was plucked from the decomposing garden that was my life, it was all over grown a wretched perception. It needed pruned, and somehow from ruins and decomposition God heard my cries, banshees moan

The gate was rusty, and the weeds so many they intertwined toppling me with every step. Scathed from the thicket. My body bruised, battered, and scorned. The gate began to screech open. Jesus was my ticket out

I had been prisoner of this unkempt land for years. It was all I knew. I just assumed it was my lot for life. I even chose my burial spot within. I lived within the decay, and rot. My memory forgot of any other way of life

Just upon the gardens gate was life. It was colorful, delightful, and free. I was scared I did not belong there. As my hue was lacking for any color. A corpse walking among the dead. I was unkempt, and a dreadful sight

Yet the garden gate remained open calling me into the light. Wanting me to get out of the tall grasses that held me captive blocking my view. Poison Ivy was taking over, it was now or never. My endeavor was to make it through the gate. Even if I crawled, focusing on the tree of life. It sat just on the other side. It was giving me strength to leave

Scared to death. I wriggled my body through the posiness plants. My flesh wanted badly to stay. I knew no other way to live. The dark was what my eyes had become accustomed too. The light was blinding

There He was taller than the grass surrounding me (Jesus). He came through with wrath, and a gardeners hoe. He illumated the garden. Snakes slithered and hid. Toxic plants began to wither. As I kept inching toward He was clearing my path. It was my Lord and Savior. He came for me

My cries were heard, and understood. He translated every sob. He then picked me up from the dirt filled floor, and carried me the rest of the way through the gate. Sat me in front of the tree, and shut the door tight. He then sealed it for no entry. I was plucked from the decomposing garden that was my life. Sat underneath the tree of life, grace dripped like sap into my lap. Napped there for sleep so needed was real

Upon waking I  looked up, and He gently kneeled wiping the tears from my eyes. My vision was clear. Just then a deer was a passer by panting for the water close. So my soul too, longed for that same water, and I could cup into my hands as much as I wanted to. In an instant I was made clean, I gave all my shame to Him. He cleansed me from within. 

I was filled with color, and was motioned to go drink from the living water until I got my fill. This was my life being created brand new. For He rescued me, heeded my pleas. He had the keys to unlock my imprisonment. Unkempt I did not stay, free to be in Jesus I was plucked from the decomposing garden that was my life

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