Traveling on my Knees

Last night I took a journey

To a land across the sea

I did not got by boat or plane, I traveled on my knees.

I saw so many people there

In deepest depths of sin, But Jesus told me I should go

 That there were souls to win.

But I said, "Jesus, I cannot go and work with such as these."

He answered quickly, "Yes you can, by traveling on your knees. "

He said, "You pray; I'll meet the need, you call and I will hear;

Be concerned about lost souls, of those far and near."

And so  tried it, knelt in prayer, gave up some hours of ease;

I felt the Lord right by my side

While traveling on my knees.

As I prayed on and saw souls saved and twisted bodies healed,

and saw God's workers' strength renewed while laboring on the field.

I said,, "Yes Lord, I have a job, my desire Thy will to please; I can go and heed thy call by traveling on my knees.

By Sandra Goodwin

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This memorial day, and always, remember our troops, by bending knee in prayer. They fight so we can boldly and openly pray and worship . Pray, also for the missionaries who are engaged in spiritual  warfare.

Enjoy the day and our freedom!!

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Happy Mothers Day

I am posting this early because the next few days are going to be  busy for me. I don't know if I will have any computer time. Please pray for us as we will be with some family members who are not saved. Pray we can keep our testimony and bring glory to God.

Happy Mothers Day to all of you!

You all have been a source of encouragement and joy to me, and I thank you.

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night holding sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up throw-up laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's alright honey, Mommy's here."

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. And for the mothers who lost their baby in that precious 9 months that the will never get to watch grow on earth, but one day will be reunited with in Heaven!

This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.


This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.


This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."


This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.

This is for all the mother who sent their kids to school with stomach-aches assuring them they’d be just fine once they got there... only to get a call from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up…right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. And they never stop praying for them.

This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart?

Is it the ache you feel when you watch your child disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...And mature mothers learning to let go

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all.

For all of us.

Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can.

Tell them every day that we love them, pray for them and teach them about God!

Love

Kristy

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