The song "Let me tell you 'bout my Jesus" is in my heart! 

What a great thought nothing can stand in our way, no battle scars will overtake our lives if we go to Christ continually. 

 Holy Father in heaven, We ask today that you'd deliver us from anything that has an evil influence over us. 

 Personally, Lord, help me put food in it's place, it's just something we need, it's not our comfort when troubled. 

Lord, you've set me free before from this desire so much so that after losing 65 pounds back in the 1990's I've not gained it back. 

Lord, thank you for the peace! 

But Lord you see me now, just "grazing" when I'm not really hungry, I need YOU LORD, more of you and less of my desire for food. 

 Thank you Lord, that You have promised to "deliver me from every evil work and preserve me" for Your kingdom (2 Timothy 4:18). 

 My battle is not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, powers, rulers of the dark age and against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. (Ephesians 6:12) 

 Praise Your Holy Name! You've put all these enemies under Your feet (Ephesians 1:22), and

 "there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, and hidden that will not be known " 

(Matthew 10:26). 

 LORD, "My times are in Your hand; deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from those who persecute me" (Psalm 31:15) 

 "Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on high, because he has known My name." Psalm 91:4 

Praise, honor and glory for our Holy Father, His Holy Son and The Holy Spirit... 

In Jesus, Amen and Amen 

So when life seems hopeless ask Christ Jesus for help. 

He's alive. 

He's well. 

He's talking to His Father about us. 

He's never too busy. 

He waits to hear from His children. 

May the Lord bless you and keep you; make his face shine upon you and give you peace!

IT'S PERSONAL - IT'S NOT BUSINESS

My mother was the kindest, strongest Christian woman I ever knew.

Yet, as a child, I never heard her pray out loud. 

It wasn't until I married, had our children, did I begin to pray out loud even with my family. 

No doubt she prayed. 

Her life was hard as a child, even though she didn’t complain.

They lived in the country, had no electricity, no running water. 

Raised their food, which was common in those years. 

The first day of school one year the teacher told the class everyone needed to bring a nickel for supplies. 

Even though she was very young, she knew there was no way her parents had the money and she was not about to ask them. 

So as she was walking home in the beautiful weather, she knew who she could tell about her need. She’d talked to the Lord about it; no one else. 

After arriving home, she went under the front porch, her favorite place after school. 

Home was an old shotgun house, high off the ground, making a fun place to relax, after a long day at school. 

The cool, soft dirt trickled through her hands as she played in the shade of the porch. 

Hearing her dad just above her, in the old swing, was comforting. 

She was sure mother was in the house getting a snack ready for him. It was time for a break from the work of the day. 

While swinging, he’d sip cool, ice tea, on hot sunny days, enjoying telling funny stories to entertain everyone. 

Usually, she couldn’t wait to hear more of his funny stories, but not today. 

She didn’t want to tell him about her problem, so she thought it best to play a little longer under the creaky porch swing. She was confident that Jesus was with her. 

Asking Jesus what she should do was important. 

Go to Dad? 

Go to school and tell the teacher they have no money? 

She continues, playing in the soft, white dirt, thinking it over; she sifts the soil through her small hands. 

Suddenly a nickel slips through too! 

Immediately she runs to Papa Long, excited that God had answered her questions! 

She went to school the next day prepared to pay for the supplies needed for the year. Peace.

Hearing her story late in my life, I couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t share it with us as children. Maybe it’s because she didn’t like drawing attention to herself. 

 Well, she’s in the presence of her Jesus now! 

Years have passed and I’ve often thought of that prayer answer for a small child; it explains so much about the confidence she had in Christ. 

 She was sure of what she hoped for and certain of what she could not see. 

Unlike the old saying “it’s not personal, it’s business”, this walking with Jesus is very personal! 

He longs for us to take time with him, read his word, and listen to him. 

Talk to him. 

It’s called prayer.

Christ Jesus, the Son of God waits for you to get personal with him.