A poem for encouragement

Unwearying Spirit

Now finally I am broken Lord,

And here I am, I can't even stand. 

You'll have to feed me Word by Word. 

And carry me into the promised land.  

"Teach my soul all it should have known,  

Years and years ago,  

There's just so many things I don't understand,  

Explain, teach and show!

" I've got scars on my fingers, 

As surely all can see, 

The memory of them lingers, 

Of wounds suffered for Thee. 

 

"Teach my soul all it should have known,  

Years and years ago,  

There's just so many things I don't understand,  

Explain, teach and show!" 

The road is so dusty I want to give up, 

But my feet keep on treading Your way, 

I have drank the dregs of misery's cup, 

But You give me the power to stay.  

"Teach my soul all it should have known, 

Years and years ago, 

There's just so many things I don't understand, 

Explain, teach and show!" 

A love that defies prisons coldest bars, 

And a heart that keeps beating in pain, 

Wounds being reopened, yet not leaving scars, 

Jesus make me worthy of Thy Name.  

"Teach my soul all it should have known,  

Years and years ago,  

There's just so many things I don't understand,  

Explain, teach and show!"

Lauren East

A moving story from Voice of the Martyrs

“One day the teacher told us that we would play a special game. She whispered to us about a special book that our parents may have hidden in our homes. We were to wait until our parents went to sleep, search for this book, and secretly bring it to school the following day for a special surprise. I went home and immediately began searching for the book.

“The next day I was one of fourteen children who brought the black book, a Bible, to class. We were awarded bright red scarves, and the other students clapped as the teacher paraded us around the room. “I ran home that afternoon because I was so excited to tell my mother how I had won the red scarf. She wasn’t in the house or the barn. I waited, but neither she nor my father came home, and I began to get scared. I was hungry and it was becoming dark. I began to feel sick inside, and I fell asleep in a chair. “The next day police officers came and informed me that I was now in the care of the government. I never saw my parents again.” An elderly woman from North Korea relayed this story. She never heard from her parents and is still struggling to find forgiveness. She is only one of many who have gone through such trials.

Contrary to a popular caricature, the devil does not appear in a red suit, poised with a pitchfork. We would easily recognize such an obvious overture to evil. However, like the child in this story, we often come across him in a different light. The enemy representatives are often impressive people in high places. Consider the influence of a smooth-talking business partner. Or imagine the power a university professor wields in the name of academia. As the child in this story discovered, the enemy plays dirty. We must put away naiveté and be on guard against the enemy wherever we come across him and his representatives. Are you easy prey for the enemy? Or will he find you alert and on guard?

Pink Flannel, Blue Jean Baby Quilt

My pen has been a little dry of late, and in consequence I have not been posting. Life seems to have sped up some, or else I'm slowing down. Its one of the two I'm sure, more likely the latter. Here are some pictures of a baby quilt I recently finished for my Aunt's new baby! We were all so thrilled to find out that a sweet baby girl had joined the family, and I set out to make her this girlie "westernish" quilt. My mom found the box at a thrift store, doesn't it match beautifully?

The Pages of my Bible

The Word

The pages of my Bible are dirty and grey, And honestly I love to have them that way, Every dark stain has a story to share, Of sorrows and hopes, conviction and prayer. The man whose Bible is crisp and clean, Has not beheld anything worth being seen, A life that's well lived is measured in use, By the way God's used him and his Bibles abuse. Do you treasure the Word of your Father? Martyrs blood, prophets bond, Spirits labor, Jesus life, our song and salvation, The seed and growth in tribulation. This is the fire which burns in the night, This is the comfort in times of fright, This is the only book that's really alive, You can read it through but never arrive. This is the Word of God, Never stop reading....

Lauren East

The Sewing Process

Today I finally finished a project I have been working on for a couple months. Its a little girls romper and should not have taken this long to finish, but somehow other projects got in the way and I just put the last stitches in this afternoon. Now it is up for sale in the Etsy shop! I thought it might be neat to put some before and after pictures, so here they are! And this is the finished product. I had a hard time letting go of this one, it would have been fun to save it for the hope chest! Instead I keep telling myself that there will be another cute outfit, there will always be another cute outfit :) And I can't keep them all....