LORD, HEAL OUR LAND . . .

The past week was filled with anticipation, disappointment, fear and sometimes rage. Wars continue to rage in far off countries while here at home we’re fighting an even greater enemy. As we begin a new week which focuses on America and her independence, it’s hard not to think in negative terms. I’ve promised myself not to get into political rants anymore, because they’re pointless. The only thing, in my opinion, which will change the problems we face as a nation are in the hands of God and His imminent wisdom.

The debates leave a feeling of desperation to many folks. Some believe that age is a deterrent to becoming President of the United States. Others concur that our choices are way too limited for the one who will be elected President. Some claim that you can’t get elected unless you’re rich. All of this adds to the lack of pride we used to hold precious on the Fourth of July.

I truly dislike looking back at the old days with great reverence, because our country has never been perfect, but the lack of respect for her continues to grow by leaps and bounds. We have become so divided that it brings memories of a war that cut her in half more than a century ago. Still there is a glimmer of hope. Our founders were men of faith in God. They laid out the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence with God at the center. Yes, we are a nation of many races, religions and ethnicities, but we were originally founded as a Christian nation. Will that ever return? I think the Bible passage in 2 Chronicles 7:14 says it best. We need to humble ourselves and ask the Lord to forgive our sinfulness on a daily basis. Turning to Him in prayer and asking Him to heal our land certainly is a good start.

THE PRICE OF FREEDOM – POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©

What is the price of liberty? Where lies the victor’s prize?
Is it in bodies lying still, beneath the cold, dark skies?
The cost to win our freedom cannot be seen in life,
But in the brave hearts smitten to take away our strife.

Our Savior did this willingly when tortured on the tree.
He gave His life and rose again so we could be set free.
No human life could do this. It had to be from God.
So we could see His love for us both here and far abroad.

His word He gave to teach us all the things we need to know,
His life He gave to save us from the pain that lies below.
So lift your voice to Jesus. His love will never die.
He purchased for us paradise. He’ll care for us on high.

About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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