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Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

All I Need.

He’s my refuge, sword and buckler

He’s my rock and He’s its cleft.

He is enough—sufficient

When there is nothing left. 

 

He is promises delivered 

He is future victories won

He can pity like a Father 

Empathizing like the Son.

 

Bearing burdens till He lifts them

He stays near till struggles cease

With His own He condescends to dwell

Exchanging fear for peace. 

 

I cannot comprehend this love

When I am so undone

I cannot fathom boundless grace

For me, the filthy one.

 

But certain can I be of it

There’ll be no fitful tossing

As I approach the end of time 

And face the Jordan’s crossing.

 

I’ve laid the hands of those I love

In His, at end of day.

I, too, can grasp that gentle hand

And quietly fly away.

 

Angels, then dispatched for me

Will give my soul protection

Guiding me to “things above”

On which I’ve set affection.

 

Praying, praising, pleading more

The vigil I will keep. 

Till my spirit takes its journey

And my body lies in sleep.

 

He’s my refuge, sword and buckler

He’s my rock and He’s its cleft.

He is enough till one sweet day

On gentle wings —-I’ve left.  

c. colley

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

The Christian Courier…a Good Sleep Aid

It was 4:38 am and I was having a ridiculously hard time sleeping. It was a specific question with which I was wrestling in my mind; a question about our being created in the image of God and exactly how that creation translates into our being “like” God. The class in which I was going to discuss that topic was just six hours away. 

I searched the Christian Courier website and found just what I needed. I printed off a portion of an article from my dear brother Wayne Jackson. He was a friend to Glenn and me in life and He  speaks to us still, being dead. I have a couple of books with which he and his dear wife gifted me. One particular one was a birthday gift gave me several years ago while I was on a speaking trip in Northern California. He took us for dessert at a Stockton ice cream parlor and it’s a memory I treasure. 

The good thing that He is to my life is still good. I thought about the words from his article and went right back to sleep. Just knowing it was waiting for me on the printer when dawn came and I was up for the day was a big blessing. Sometimes it’s articles by one of his sons, Jared or Jason. Sometimes it’s a textual question and sometimes I need comfort from a passage. Sometimes he chastens me and sometimes he is deeply encouraging. But always, Christian Courier is a staple—a go-to—when I have questions about the most important things in life. The answers there are always both Biblical and logical. Here’s a sampling.  It’s a treasure chest. (This is the current home page): 

I love the Bible and I love people who love the Bible. Some of them awe me with both intelligence and wisdom. Last night, Christian Courier was a better sleep aid than Melatonin. The funny thing is that waking up to visit with Wayne Jackson for a few minutes about a passage is not even a rare thing. My husband doesn’t mind. In fact, he sometimes visits with him in the middle of the night, too.We also spend lots of time in this site behind our desks and as we drive along in the car. We’re addicted in a good way!

You can visit the Christian Courier here: https://www.christiancourier.com 

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Come Study with Us.–Digging Deep 2022-23

The new Digging Deep study kicks off from Polishing the Pulpit in just one month! I hope you are planning to study with us again and I hope you are telling others about Digging Deep. I always say this, but I do think I’m more in need of this study than any to date. If I have learned anything during our last study about the Calvary week, it is how badly I need Calvary; how easily and often I sin and how egregious are the consequences of that sin. I do not want to issue any spoiler alerts, but I believe this new study will be a great one to follow the conviction of “The Hour Has Come.” Here’s an excerpt. The passage under consideration is Romans 8:28. It is the most hope-filled text in the New Testament for me.

“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”

It is just a simple statement. Almost all the words are small. Any child can understand it. But it is the most profound statement in its effect during the dark times of life in all of Scripture.

I love the word know. It means I can count on this promise.


I love the word
all. It means that, not just the good things, but the good things and the bad things are both going to be included in the promise.


I love the term
work together. It means that the good things and the bad things that are occurring in my world are both useful to Him in the weave that makes this promise a reality.

I love the word good. The good events and circumstances and the bad events and circumstances are woven together by the master weaver to produce something that is no longer even partially bad; it is all good. It is what is best for me as His child, in its end result.

I love the promise recipient descriptions: those who love Him. Oh, how I do love Him! While I was yet a sinner, He gave His life for me, He commended His love for me all the way to the death (5:8).

…and those who are the called according to His purpose. Those who have accepted the invitation, the appointment, to glorify Him.

Ladies, this orchestration of the events in my life, through providence, to make all the circumstances work out for my ultimate benefit is valuable to me in an immeasurable way.

On rare occasions, my friends in Pentecostal churches have chastised me for a “lack of faith” in miracles today. Some believe, since I am convicted that God has pushed the “pause” button on miracles today, that my faith is weak. For the record, I believe every miracle recorded in Scripture occurred. I believe it will be miraculous when we fly away with Jesus. It will be miraculous when the graves are opened again. It will be miraculous when we put off mortality. He is not done with miracles.

But I would add that this orchestration of all the natural events in my life, to my ultimate benefit, while He is orchestrating all the events in all the lives of all His children everywhere to their ultimate benefit, is nothing short of amazing. It is not miraculous, because it is done within the confines of His laws of nature. But it is just as amazing to this girl as is the miraculous. I have faith. I believe He is currently doing this in my life, even in the most difficult of circumstances. I praise Him for this!

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Family Bible Week–It’s about Eternity.

Family Bible Week at West Huntsville is this week! The Gospel Railroad. It’s at 6:30 through Wednesday night. Dr. Bible is there and there’s a candy bandit. (Right now, the candy jar has been stolen and we have NO idea where that bandit has stashed it!) The kids made FBW photos last night and frames for the fridge. They watched lively re-enactments of conversion examples. They sang their hearts out and they learned songs about what it takes to be saved. They entered contests and they rode a real train through the halls of the building. I heard the conductor asking them questions about the Bible as they rode along and waved at spectators in the hall. They watched a puppet show about forgiveness. This is what spiritually focused memories are made of.

On Sundays, for FBW month, the pulpit has been focused on these four examples of conversion that are the focus of this week. The children fill out sheets during the lessons in our worship that help them listen, too. The examples of obedience to the gospel that are the focus this month are the Ethiopian, the Philippian jailer, Cornelius and Saul. Did you know they all did exactly the same thing to get into Christ? There was a recognizable moment in each of these accounts from Acts when sins were washed away. The moment is described for Saul in Acts 22:16. The jailer went out, at the risk of his life in Acts 16, in the middle of the night, to accomplish this washing. The Ethiopian saw water and said “Why are we waiting? Here is water.” And Cornelius was a good man—a really good man—but still had to have the washing before he could be saved. (Notice verses 1-3 of Acts 10 and then look at verse 14 of chapter 11). While the whole world says baptism has nothing to do with salvation, we have to keep telling the whole world what Jesus said “Go into all the world and teach the gospel to every creature. He who believes and is baptized shall be saved.” 

This week is about believing–building faith in little souls. The goal is for their hearts to know what to do about sin when it one day rears its ugly head in their lives. We all encounter and fall to sin at some point (for me, it’s lots of points), and all of us need the grace given in the waters of obedient faith. 

I hope you can take the time to listen to one of the following lessons from the book of Acts. I know most readers are secure in the knowledge of salvation and are busy telling others the gospel.  If you are not positive you’ve done what the Bible requires of you to have eternal salvation, this listen could be the most important 30 minutes of your life. Here are the lessons. If I can help you become a Christian-secure in salvation and headed for heaven—I’d love to do that. Let’s talk: cindycolley@gmail.com.

https://westhuntsville.org/sermons/the-conversions-of-lydia-and-the-jailer/

https://westhuntsville.org/sermons/cornelius-conversion/

https://westhuntsville.org/sermons/the-ethiopian-eunuchs-conversion/

Saul’s Conversion

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Bound with Him!

I am crucified with Christ. My undying love to my husband has bound me to take, right along with him, whatever persecution, sorrow, work, or burdens that he faces (and rejoice in all the better, richer and healthier). I am bound. The unbreakable chains of love that my heart has forged with the beautiful children God has given me are ties to them forever–to do anything possible to alleviate suffering on their parts and to always work to enable them to work for God. I have joyfully laid down on that cross. I am just nailed to the cross of dying, if I ever needed to or could, for the well-being of my grandchildren. I am bound by that love. I am bound to love my son-in-law and daughter-in-law. I could not help loving them if I wanted to. I’m on that cross. The love that I have for sisters in the Lord is so inescapable. I am just tied to them in ways that are beyond my comprehension, even. I’m tied to them, (and the brothers, too). I love the lost. I am bound as a debtor to try and help people get to heaven. Nail me to the cross! I am crucified with Christ as I try, like Paul, to let Him live in me, in all the earthly relationships that bind.
But binding love is rewarding in an immeasurable way. It is the bind–the commitment–that gives us the Matthew 25 victory. It’s in the relationships that bind us together here that we serve Him. There are lots of ways that we are crucified with Him. There’s baptism that symbolizes his death and burial. There’s the submission to the Father in all areas of our lives that lets us echo with the Lord “Not my will but thine be done.” There are ropes and nails to the cross as we offer forgiveness as nearly like the forgiveness he offered from Calvary (and executed at Pentecost) as we can, in our human frames. I am bound. I am bound to the cross because my sins are nailed there. I am bound– crucified with Christ!
But just as surely as I am bound, I also have risen with him to walk in newness of life. I WILL rise with Him to an eternity of praise and glory.
So thankful for crucifixion with Christ. I do it so imperfectly, but HIS crucifixion supplies every gaping need!
I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me. And the life that I now live in the flesh, I live by my faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me (Gal. 2:20).

 

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Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

This I Know, that God is for Me.

Sometimes there are days when I’m all out of sorts

When enemies emerge from former cohorts. 

When I am so weary at setting of sun

I can’t process knowing my work’s just begun.

Sometimes my heart’s breaking over somebody’s sin,

But each time I turn, there’s a crisis again. 

No time to grieve over today’s mournful losses 

Just picking up pieces and heavy new crosses. 

But one thing is certain, and really that thing

Is the one thing that matters and makes my heart sing.

God’s still on the throne, and around every bend

There may be His answer, for He knows the end.

He knows the reason for burdens I bear.

He knows inequities, when life seems unfair. 

He knows the consequence for all of my steps

He knows, He cares. He pities and helps. 

He is the refuge. I am the hidden.

He’s the commander. I am the bidden.

He is the rest-giver. I am the weary.

He has the tear-bottle. My eyes are teary. 

He is the strength. I am the weak.

He offers comfort. It’s comfort I seek.

He is the Prophet. I need to know.

He is the way. In Him I can go.

He is the truth. I was lost till I knew it.

He is the life. I am just walking though it.

He is my portion. I am the filled.

He is the Spirit. I am the sealed.

He is the Father. I am the child. 

He is the Christ. I’m reconciled.

He is the hope. I am the clinging.

He’s the Redeemer about which I’m singing. 

He is my only. I am just one.

He is the end. I’ve just begun.

He is the buckler. My arm is weak.

He’s the revealer. I’m but to seek. 

He is the door. I am the guest.

He is the answer to every request.

He is the treasure. I’m on the search.

He is the Founder. I’m in the church.

He is the succorer. I am the babe.

He’s the Provider, come to my aid.

He is the beauty from ashes to make.

My all-in-all. I will never forsake!

 

You have kept count of my tossings;

put my tears in your bottle.

Are they not in your book?

Then my enemies will turn back

in the day when I call.

This I know, that God is for me.

In God, whose word I praise,

in the Lord, whose word I praise,

in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.

What can man do to me?

from David in Psalm 56