Voice of Truth
Fruitfulness…a promise that has yet to make its way through in my life. Haven’t even seen a glimpse of it…yet. Why? I thought it was a promise for Abraham’s descendants…and the Bible says I’m one of them, but why? What’s stopping the promise to be fulfilled?
These questions are not created to be answered since I’d already known the answer. What’s stopping the promise? It’s me… My indulgence in my past failures, seems good to have a self-pity which turns out to be a virus eating up your soul from inside. What can I do? Is there still a way out? A way to see the promise made fulfilled in me? Oh what should I do?
Oh what I would do to have
The kind of faith it takes
To climb out of this boat I’m in
on to the crashing waves
To step out of my comfort zone
Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is
And He’s holding out His hand
But the waves are calling out my name
And they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times
I’ve tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
Time and time again. "Boy, you’ll never win!"
"You’ll never win!"
Chorus:
But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story
The Voice of Truth says, "Do not be afraid!"
And the Voice of Truth says, "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of Truth
Oh what I would do to have
The kind of strength it takes
to stand before a giant
With just a sling and a stone
Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors
Shaking in their armor
Wishing they’d have had the strength to stand
But the giant’s calling out my name
And he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times
I’ve tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me
Time and time again. "Boy you’ll never win!"
"You’ll never win!"
Chorus:
But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story
The Voice of Truth says, "Do not be afraid!"
And the Voice of Truth says, "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of Truth
But the stone was just the right size
To put the giant on the ground
And the waves they don’t seem so high
On top of them lookin’ down
I will soar with the wings of eagles
When I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus
Singing over me
Chorus:
But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story
The Voice of Truth says, "Do not be afraid!"
And the Voice of Truth says, "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me (calling out to me)
I will choose to listen and believe-
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of Truth
I will listen and believe
I will listen and believe the Voice of truth
I will listen and believe
Cause Jesus you are the voice of truth
And I will listen to you, you are-
(By Casting Crowns)
What have I got myself into? Guarding my heart by hearing to the laughters of people or perhaps the enemy? Boy, was I wrong! Perhaps I should start listening to the other Voice that tells a different story? A Voice telling that I should not be afraid…hmm I think it’ll make me feels better. How about you?
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in the response to this? If Gos is for us, who can be against us?
When I Look To The Sky
When I look to the sky, my soul is disturbed yet is at peace
I feel I’m lacking of something yet couldn’t figure out what it was
Perhaps it reminds me of the unachievable dream that is still buried deep inside my heart
A dream since my childhood days. the greatest dream I could ever have
A dream to see the what’s beyond the atmosphere, beyond this small planet Earth I’m living in
When I look to the sky, my soul is disturbed yet is at peace
I feel I’m missing something yet I could’t remember what it was
Perhaps it reminds me of my past lives when I was somewhere else
But I do not believe in past lives any longer, so what could it be?
A deja vu? But what could it be?
When I look to the sky, my soul is disturbed yet is at peace
I feel incomplete though I’ve found my Creator
Perhaps it reminds me of the heavens He is living in
A place full of joy, peace, happiness, wait a minute…
That sounds like something I’ve been missing
A place where I used to be and will go back there when it’s time
Now I know for my Father has revealed it to me
When I look to the sky, I see HOME….
Elizabeth S. Jie aka Ambassador471986
A God who Sees and Hears.. and of course, Answers
I was challengeled by God not to go online after SNL, our saturday night service for the young people ^.^ So I continued with my Bible reading and I got a revelation of another characteristics of my beautiful God. In Genesis 16:13 She gave this name to the Lord who spoke to her: "You are the God who SEES me, "…. to be continued* and in Genesis 17:20 And as for Ishmael, I have HEARD you…
Today, Sun 12th March 2006 I was stuck alone in the lift for about 45 minutes. The funny thing was it only happened when I reached the 12th floors which is where I am staying, and the ‘DING’ sound was already given the right to voice out with the sound of the thunder roaring so as the electricity went out. "Ouh. I’m stuck? Cool!", talking to myself. Told some friends about it and everyone replies with the same questions whether I’ve pressed the bell. Daryl helped me to call the security. Thanx bro. So, anyway during that ’short’ period of time, after the massive sms that came in, it was quiet. Feeling at peace and lonely, I remembered the scriptures I read last night. God sees me or perhaps He was looking at me at that time. I told Him to get me out of the lift by 4 pm because I still had assignments to do. Waiting and waiting, I sang God a few songs, took out my iPod that He gave (told you about it some other time) to listen some of worship songs. Forty-five minutes and I was imagening what my friends were doing while I was stuck. Surely they didn’t just sit and did nothing or worrying, my sister continued with her shopping, others continued with what they were stuck into also, some were resting, some doing assignments. It kind of reminds me that I need to work on my salvation myself, couldn’t just depend on my leaders, for all of us are running in a race. No one wants to be left behind. It was exactly 4pm when I heard someone was trying to open the door. What a God who SEES, HEARS and ANSWERS I am serving! He saw me alone in the lift, heard my prayer and answered it at the perfect time…. and as for my part….* for she said, "I have now seen the One who sees me."
“HOPE”?~continues…..
Time passed by so quickly, struggling to put aside things that had been my worries without forgetting to ‘throw’ them at God in my prayers, knowing that He doesn’t mind. I continued with the plans I had before flying back home, though there were some alterations. "If I can’t reach out to my friends since they are scatterred still bounded with assignments, I’ll do with the people surrounding me, my family", I told myself.
Brought back a new One2One booklet and just planning for discipleship for siblings. It was literally one to one, since they have different schedules of tons of tuitions which reminded me of my own childhood days, unforgettable. I was glad that they were eager to learn not just in bahasa Indonesia, which I struggled at, but also in English, which I am already used to. But the best is yet to come.
When I was doing my discipleship with my younger brother, my chubby not-literally-little cousin came in just to sit and enjoy his food. Being sensitive to an opportunity to get one more soul for Jesus, I asked him to join with our little ‘discussion’. By God’s mercy for opening his heart, he responded, hadn’t closed the deal yet, but he responded to the ‘bridge’ illustration. His interest started to grow. I didn’t want to lose any opportunity, but on the other hand I couldn’t be too forceful that will lure him away instead. Relying on the Spirit, I just mentioned about it whenever the Spirit said so.
I was so surprised and at the same time thankful that this 12 years’ old kid responded so openly and of course positively. Praise God. He was willing to spend time to discuss the Purpose Driven Life book with me. We chatted about the Creator. I couldn’t help but to share this to my lil’ sister, Anita and with that she closed the deal with him. Praise God!!!!!! Hence, I challenged my sister to disciple him. But she left to soon for malaysia and so I learned to feed another sheep.
We started from the first chapter and the second one. They love discipleship so much that even after I translated everything in bahasa Indonesia, they still ask me the English part, they memorized the Scriptures, asked questions and I still remembered the 2nd last discipleship, I asked them to pray out loud and though they were shy at first, but then after that, I heard the most beautiful, sincere prayer in my life.
I set aside sometime, when my favourite korean soap opera is being aired ( it was our fasting and prayer season) to just pray for my family and friends, not forgetting at night before I slept to pray for healing for my grandparents, embracing the hope that is there. Grandma’s getting better physically not emotionally yet, couldn’t control her anger….sometimes. Did my best to make her laugh whenever I visited her. Tried not to look sad, giving out the HOPE vibes. Praise God.
Our last discipleship, I was contemplating whether to do the third chapter which is really closely related to the fourth one but since I didn’t have the time, I did evangelism with them. It was another great door for another soul. This time was that very-not-literally-little cousin’s sister. She has been a Catholic all this while. She was just happened to come in to my room to grab and read some comic books, but turned out paying attention to our ‘discussion’. She was listening with her heart. Praise God. I reminded them about the ‘bridge’ illustration that they can use it to start a conversation with their friends, and she was puzzled, and the others were just forcing and begging me to tell her about it. So I did, and to my surprise, she didn’t point at the type of person I thought she is. Responded to the Spirit, I asked her why. Why after this so long, she still couldn’t understand what that CROSS really mean? She was opened to share and I was just led by the Spirit explained to her and reminded her that whenever she doubted, just ask someone, or perhaps ask God himself. I blessed them with a prayer and I flew off…. the next day.
I was a bit worried though because they are not really planted in a church yet, I just commit them into His hand, assured that He will protect them.
Everything turned out well by the end of the day, there were actually more great doors opened during those days, praise God, but didn’t seem have the space to pen all them down. God is simply GOOD!
Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but
the certainty that something makes sense regardless of how it turns out
- Vaclav Havel I finally knew what it means, though still working to apply it. This holiday ended with a happy ending.
THE END
