Turn Toward The Shepherd

I grew up in a religious home. I was taught that Jesus’ death opened the gate to heaven but it was my deeds that would get me in or keep me out. When our children began to attend a Christian school, I began to search Scripture for the truths I was taught as a child. Sadly, I began to realize the things I had been taught were lies. I was confused and lost. What was the truth? . . .

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Tis So Sweet To Trust In Jesus

 ..."I will put my trust in him." (Heb. 2:13)

'Tis So Sweet to Trust In Jesus--just to take Him at His word.  . . .  The words and melody of this old familiar hymn (words by Louisa R. Stead and music by William J. Kirkpatrick) have been running through my mind in recent days. We soon will celebrate Mother's Day, a day when I always pause to thank God for my wonderful godly mother. A very poignant memory for me is of my mother's voice, weak from a long debilitating illness and within a few days of her Homegoing, singing this hymn. She trusted Him for her salvation from sin into eternal life, in the "ups and downs" of her daily living, and in the valley of the shadow of death.

Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the LORD our God. Psalm 20:7

... I trust in the steadfast love of God forever and ever. Psalm 52:8

Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Psalm 62:8

Trust in the LORD forever, for the LORD God is an everlasting rock. Isaiah 26:4

Who among you fears the LORD and obeys the voice of his servant? Let him who walks in darkness and has no light trust in the name of the LORD and rely on his God. Isaiah 50:10

Where ever you are in your life, whatever challenges and trials you may be facing, whatever celebrations you may be experiencing, our God is great, and worthy of your trust.

"Why All This Affliction, Lord?"

As a young mother, I tried to do everything right for my sweet, baby boy, even the things that were difficult. On one occasion I took him for an immunization; I believe he was about nine months old. I was trying to distract him when the nurse put the needle in his chubby thigh. His only response was that he frowned at me. If he could have put his confusion into words . . .

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