Summer: a counselor’s prayer
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I've said it Lord . . . all that I could possibly say . . . but did I really help her? . . . I've poured out everything . . . all that I could give I gave . . . but it wasn't enough . . . and there's nothing left . . , nothing but this dull ache . . . did I really do my best ? . . . I thought I did . . . but somehow it wasn't enough . . . did I take enough time? . . . Did I make it all clear? . . . I feel so drained . . . sp tired . . . as if I'd stripped myself of all emotion v . . and yet I care . . . I CARE ... ,, She was so cold Lord . . . so distant . . . shejvould not soften . . . and she certainly didn't want you • • ♦she didn't Lord « • • and some- how her rejection of You is my fault . . . I know it is . . . and yet . . . she didn't turn me down at all . . . it was you . . . another slap Lord . . . another stinging lash . . . another blow of that hammer . . . driving those nails through your hands . . . another thorn in that crown . . . piercing your brow . . . and yet vou bore it all without flinching . . . you uttered no sound . . . Thank you Lord . . . for this defeat . . . for this hardened girl . . . soften and touch her . . . m.el| this heart of. ice . . • you're the only one who can . . • you've done so much . .. given all . • . es pecially for her . . . if only she knew it . . . I can do only what I can . . . it may not be enough . . . usually it won't be . . . I'm so glad what you did was . .. and I thank you . . . for your example . • • help me to remember this Lord . . . next weekend . . . with that next camper . . . the next girl that doesn't want you . . . help me . . . to keep on planting . . . sowing . . . no matter how little I seem to reap . . . but no matter what . . . never let me stop caring Lord . . . don't let me quit . . . AMEN. Vickie Dale
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Fall: WOBI
A beautiful landscape painted with harsh strokes A beautiful rose garden with many thorns A heavenly mansion on earthly soil A chain of love with Christ the lock A busy bee preparing for the sweet honey A beginning of knowing how much I knew not A beginning of giving the little I had in my heart
And when the final day comes you'll be holding different brushes Now it'll be your turn to paint a landscape putting your strokes and touches
Spring: faith
How do we trust Lord? Faith is the gift of God without it we cannot come to be pleasing in thy sight. Why do we follow Lord? Thou hast the word of eternal life, where would we go, A^hat must I do? This is the work of God my Father, that ye believe on him that sent me, and do those things that are pleasing in his sight. Without. Faith, for whatsoever is not of faith is sin. F aith ,
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Winter: he guides
Oh Lord I seek to know your will To know if you want me at WOLBI still. I have had many trials and temptations ^ I'm losing my nerve, my faith, my patience. So many of my friends have left and gone, Please let me know if I still belong. Give me strength and grace each day, The kind I'll need if you want me to stay. I thank you now Lord for blessings past For your great salvation which forever shall last. We look upon Job and wonder why With minor afflictions we want to curl up and die. He had the faith, the strength, the love; He gave all his cares to God above. It didn't matter what his conscience or friends did say, The Lord doubled his riches that one glorious day. If you have given God your troubles and problems-- Don't give up now--He will surely solve them. So look up and laugh and remember to smile He's testing your faith, God has put you on trial.
the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Hope. hope thou in God. Now abide these three: faith, hope and love Love, love is the greatest, for on it hang all the Law and the prophets, But without faith it is impossible to please him. So we see that they could not enter in because of unbelief. Let us hold fast our profession, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith,
who for the joy that was set before him, endured the corss, despising the shame. Have ye yet resisted unto blood? Faith. Without it, it is impossible to please him.
As you bow your head in prayer tonight, Ask God for his leading, his guiding Light.
Bob Mickschl
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