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Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Heaven’s Hearing

Just a couple of things: Tomorrow is the deadline for the holiday contest. Read about it here and get your ideas in: (https://thecolleyhouse.org/its-contest-time). This is going to help some new moms who are watching for your responses. I’ll publish the best ones! (I spoke with a mom of new twins last week who is really looking forward to reading your ideas!) We’re helping kids go to heaven through Digging Deep in several key ways! You can be a big part of this. 

Next: Some are asking about details about the March for Life trip. They are here: (https://thecolleyhouse.org/saving-babies-march-for-life-trip-update). We’re still planning to go if things remain as they are now. We have a good crew and I am especially looking forward to our DD time together at the Alexandria Westin in Olde Town. The main thing you need to know is NOT to call the hotel to make your reservation. Make that with me by January 10th! We’re making matching hoodies for the group at a special price (No one will make any money on these, sold to those who are going!) I’ll put the info about those up soon! We have a cute design already in the works. They WILL be available for a very limited time to those who are not attending, but for a slightly higher price.  Come on and represent DD at a great event!

Finally, know that I am praying hard for your families this holiday season. It’s very hard for some of you who will be missing some very important people around your tree. I’m thinking of you, especially as I pray. There are some of you who are suffering with pain like I’ve never experienced. Cancer is a horrific burden, as are other diseases and physical and emotional maladies. There are many of you who are dealing with the fall-out that comes from a pandemic with which we are, in no way, finished. It’s not always those who have the disease who are the burden-bearers. I’m especially concerned for those who are separated from elderly loved ones who are needing family more than ever. Lastly, there are many who are suffering spiritual losses among family members. You’ve cried and prayed and walked a difficult line of influence and caring. You are sad beyond words that those you love have walked away from Him. I’m praying for you, too. 

Some of these things would be excruciating—unbearable, really— except for the cross. Because he walked there, we can walk in hope, here. I’m praying. He’s interceding. And heaven is in very close proximity to those who trust in that refuge. 

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

The Cries Reach His Ears.

The Lord knows about every abuse and He will get it right in the final day. He’s also always listened to the prayers of His people on the suffering end. He will get it right. There will be misery for the oppressor and there will be compassion for the suffering Christian.  Be patient therefore brethren until  the coming of the Lord!

Come now, you rich, weep and howl for the miseries that are coming upon you. Your riches have rotted and your garments are moth-eaten. Your gold and silver have corroded, and their corrosion will be evidence against you and will eat your flesh like fire. You have laid up treasure in the last days. Behold, the wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, are crying out against you, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts. You have lived on the earth in luxury and in self-indulgence. You have fattened your hearts in a day of slaughter. You have condemned and murdered the righteous person. He does not resist you.

Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains. You also, be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand. Do not grumble against one another, brothers, so that you may not be judged; behold, the Judge is standing at the door. As an example of suffering and patience, brothers, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord. Behold, we consider those blessed who remained steadfast. You have heard of the steadfastness of Job, and you have seen the purpose of the Lord, how the Lord is compassionate and merciful.

(…from the Spirit through the pen of James-chapter 5)

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

The Psalm I Need Today. (Lots of Kabad Here!)

Some days are just so crazy….You can’t accomplish much.

You ought to call a lonely sister, just to keep in touch. 

There’s someone with dementia who’s living life alone

And there’s a college student, being faithful on her own.

You need to visit the widow who sits just down the pew.

And help the mom who brings five kids. She does look up to you.

There’s Charlie, who’s a visitor and Sam, who’s homeless now.

You’ve planned to stop at the nursing home, but, oh…you don’t know how!

You juggle items on your list. So much is left undone. 

You try to be six places, but you barely cover one.

 

And every woman reading this, while rushing…running late…

To fill needs and plates and babies’ mouths….Each woman can relate. 

But if she’s made it to the Word and bowed her soul in prayer

She’s done the most important thing. The rest will still be there. 

So when the clock is chasing and the needs outrun resources, 

Remember that He’s ever-present and the best recourse is

To recognize the refuge…From the rush that is your foe.

In every anxious time of stress, to just be still and know. 

                                                                               c. colley

 

God is our refuge and strength,

a very present help in trouble.

Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed,

and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;

Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled,

though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.

There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God,

the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High.

God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved:

God shall help her, and that right early.

The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved:

he uttered his voice, the earth melted.

The Lord of hosts is with us;

the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah.

Come, behold the works of the Lord,

what desolations he hath made in the earth.

He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth;

he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder;

he burneth the chariot in the fire.

Be still, and know that I am God:

I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.

The Lord of hosts is with us;

the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah.

(Psalm 46)

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Mrs. Katy…Could You Pray?

Tonight I stopped in at the hospital to see Mrs. Katy. She’s exactly my age, suffering from cancer and currently undergoing daily radiation treatments on her head. She’s having a tough go of it. Mrs. Katy has only been a Christian for about a year, but she has been a faithful digger.  Two weeks ago, she was at our Digging Deep study and she was hoping that night that her new t-shirt would have arrived. We picked up those shirts the next day…the day Mrs. Katy went to the hospital again. I delivered that pretty pink GLORY shirt to the hospital about a week ago. It’s still laying there on the table beside her chair where I laid it after she held it up to her and exclaimed how much she loved it. I hope she gets to wear that shirt! 

Will you pray for her today? I’m so thankful she found the Lord, the church, the hope and the comfort that’s giving her peace right now. I’m praying for her two collegiate sons (the entirety of her  connected family, so far as I know). We’ve asked them both to study with us, so pray that they will decide to do that. Sometimes, it’s the valleys of desperation in which the gospel is most visible and appealing to those whose lives are missing it. If you’d like to send Mrs. Katy a card, you can address it to “Mrs. Katy”, ℅ West Huntsville church of Christ, 1519 Old Monrovia Rd. NW, Huntsville, AL 35806. While you are at it, please pray for Mrs. A, too…another soul who is getting closer to the truth each day. 

I know there are many who find themselves and loved ones in spots of extreme difficulty and that Mrs. Katy is not exceptional in that regard. So, I am taking a moment as I write to pray for this digging family and those to whom we are trying to minister in many places. Two years ago, at this time of year, I was spending massive amounts of time in that same hospital in which I visited Mrs. Katy today. I was with my father, who was soon to be leaving this life with the angels. I’m so thankful for those angels each time I visit that ward of the hospital (Luke 16:22). 

Who gets to claim angels as traveling partners in the most significant journey of life?! And, yes. It IS a journey of LIFE. Mrs. Katy may have lots of life on earth left before the journey to the infinitely better life. I hope, for all the human reasons, so. But, for all of us, lots of life before that journey is only a passing vapor (James 4:14). 

Keep Digging!

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

The Stolen Bible and the Podcast

A beautiful sixty-something woman made her way to the microphone to lead the closing prayer today in West Plains, Missouri, where I was speaking at a ladies seminar. She paused before praying to comment on the the Providence of our great God, about which I’d been speaking. She reminisced about the early days of her marriage, when Providence found the newlyweds in a hotel room en route to an off shore assignment with which her husband had been tasked, early in his career. At the end of the hotel stay, her husband picked up the Gideon Bible from the hotel desk and placed it in their car.

“What kind of man have I just married?” she thought….”What kind of man steals a Bible?” 

A few days later, while her husband found himself waiting in the car for a tugboat to come and transport him to the job, he picked up the “stolen” Bible and began to read. Just at the right time, an elder in the church of the Lord passed by the car. Glancing in the window, he noticed the young man reading the Bible. As any good soldier does, the elder engaged the young man in conversation about the Word. He basically asked the question asked by Philip two thousand years ago of the Ethiopian journeyman in Acts 8: “Do you understand what you are reading?”  

The rest, as they say, is history. I guess the tugboat came to pick him up, but that was just incidental when compared to the rescue of the spiritual lifeboat that day.  Lo, these many years later, this sweet woman, baptized along with her husband, as a result of reading from the “stolen” Bible, led our feasting souls in prayer at the conclusion of our study on how to be beautiful women for Him.

Story after story comes my way about how people learn the gospel by “chance.” In fact, I am convinced that, for souls who are seeking, there is Providence; not a miraculous nudging or a better-felt-than-told mystical experience. But, when people are seeking—when they are opening up the Bible and looking for His Will—there are often still people who are praying for opportunities to interact with those seekers.  Our God is powerful enough to orchestrate His Providence in uniting teachers with students and bringing seekers to those who can facilitate understanding. 

I pray that He is doing that with our Digging Deep study. I am praying hard that, as we explore His supreme authority, He is bringing open hearts together with open Bibles in sweet circumstances that can bring souls to an ultimate place around His throne. I hope you can be with us for the first podcast of this year’s study. It’s tomorrow night at 7 p.m. CST here: https://livestream.com/whcoc/for-women. If you can’t make it live, shoot for watching the archived edition. Either way, if you could be praying about the digging, the hearts, and the receptivity to the power of the Word, Emily Anderson, who joins me tomorrow night, and I will be so thankful. Blessings till then!

P.S. If you’d still like to get in on the study, there’s plenty of time to catch up! September’s portion can easily be combined with October’s and you’ll be right with us by the end of the month. We’d love to have you studying along.

 

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Sister to Sister: The Ultimate Hot Spot

Talofa! For the past week, Glenn and I have enjoyed extraordinary hospitality and we’ve been blessed to teach on the beautiful island of American Samoa. Glenn has done elder case studies with the men of the Nu’uuli congregation and surrounding areas in hopes of their aspiring to be godly elders for the future of the church here. Unlike most places on the mainland, women were willing to spend two-and-a-half hours in study of the Word with me and then, when that was over, they wanted to stay and ask questions. Our treatment by the family there was far better than we could deserve and we will always be grateful. I ate a few foods that were brand new to me, including mussel and turkey tail (I did not even really know there was a tail!). I have eaten taro root and yams that were white and Glenn loved the octopus. 

We met for our services in a red and white building at the foot of a huge mountain that exhibited beautiful waterfalls when the rains came. (We teased them that they painted the building just for us Bama fans!) The singing was the most beautiful and energetic I have ever heard. I could not understand most of the Samoan words, but I knew, for certain, there was no reservation of praise and thanksgiving. Abraham Soli, who traveled with us from West Huntsville, along with Joseph, occasionally, (who is local) did the interpreting for Glenn. His sisters, Ruth and Pisa, also from West Huntsville, interpreted for me in the women’s classes. This island was their childhood home. Their father, a faithful elder and preacher of the gospel, started the congregation and his body is now buried in a tomb that stands right behind the building. Their mother’s tomb is beside his. To say they are loved here is an understatement. They did an excellent job translating, as well as being very generous and loving to the people of the island. In return, the islanders were very kind and generous to all of us. They did not eat until we were finished. They would not allow us to wash as much as a fork or cook a dish. They truly loved beyond measure. 

The biggest challenge of the week was communication. Though our translators were excellent, there are all kinds of difficulties when you are trying to match two languages to deliver exact meaning. Imagine trying to define Greek words from Titus 2 to the best of your limited ability, and then, when you are done explaining, the explanation is still not in the right language for understanding. You still have to go through one more round of defining. 

Connectivity with the world off the island was almost impossible. We had no cell phone connections, an extremely scant facebook connection every now and then, and our email was turtle slow. There were some important emails and urgent correspondence that we did not feel could comfortably wait till we got home, so we kept trying…trying at the hotel, trying at the church building, trying at McDonald’s. But it was to little avail. We will be spending some time trying to catch up when we reach the mainland on Wednesday morning. The 17.5 hours in the air, between here and Huntsville, Alabama, is a chasm of lost communication, itself. We will wait to hear from loved ones until that communication is restored. 

But there was One that we love dearly with whom we never dropped a call, with whom we never had to wait for connectivity or for whom distance has never been a problem. I am so glad—SO GLAD—that my God is never unavailable. When I could not offer any help to the couple who were experiencing marriage problems, I could still implore in their behalf and beg for His providence in making a way for restoration. I could pray James 1:5. When I could not speak with my children or grandchildren, I could still talk to their most important PARENT and beg for his mercies on them—that they would be constantly in His service and in His care. I could still talk to the ONE who could do so much more for them than I could ever dream of doing. When I could not call my siblings who are so good to me as we work through the settling of matters after our dad’s death, I could talk to that other Father, Who is overseeing the whole process and Who is, even now, caring for the father and mother we miss so much. On Sunday, when we knew that we could not worship with our spiritual family on the mainland, we knew that we were doing the exact same things that they had already finished doing and that the sweet savor had been coming before our Father’s throne all through the hours of the first day of the week from all around the world. We were connected in the most important ways.