. . . I don't claim that I know everything about life. But one thing I am certain that apart from the love and mercies of Christ—I AM NOTHING. " But God forbid that I should boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world."(Galatians 6:14). All to JESUS I surrender. . .all to Thee my Blessed Savior. . .I surrender all. Thank YOU my Precious LORD JESUS for all Your blessings in my life. I love YOU, and thank YOU for loving me first. Forever Yours--Erlinda Mejia Olson

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

The God of Perfect Rest

Penned by: Erlinda Mejia Olson
On Tuesday, April 9, 2019 at 22:27pm CDT

PSALM 84:1-2—"How lovely is Your tabernacle, O Lord of hosts! My soul longs, yes, even faints For the courts of the Lord; My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.”

As a Nurse, I know that rest is a precious commodity a human body needs. But often times I find myself taking this precious gift for granted. Opposite to my husband David, who can read a book in a midst of a storm, I don’t know how to rest. Regardless of how late I come home from work, particularly during my straight PM block shifts, I could be dead tired and practically sapped of energy, but my body clock always prompts me to wake up at four 0’ clock in the morning. Yes, I am an early bird regardless of how my yesterday went, but the funny thing is—I don’t always catch the first worm! So, early this morning, as I woke up, I sat on my beloved’s favorite recliner chair, facing the window, awaiting for the Lord’s sunrise. As I was reading today’s Scripture reading, I have been captured by what the Psalmist said, “How lovely is Your tabernacle, O Lord of hosts!”, the Lord reminded me, that His Word is my tabernacle, a quiet place for rest. So my disquieted soul rest assured, not because I am free of the gazillion things in my mind, but that the Lord’s presence is perfect, complete, able to soothe every fiber of my being, while my eyes gazed at the dawning of a new day, “my soul longs, yes, even faints for the courts of the Lord’”, my mind was divinely diverted by the beauty of the rising sun, the chirping of the birds as it echoed in Spring, a familiar voice I heard, my beloved greeted me with a big smile on his face, as he was getting ready for his big day at work—my heart was tickled! The Lord, my definition of a perfect rest, “my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.”, I rested on this day with and in the loving presence of my All knowing God—more of His untiring, unending, undying presence. He blessed me with a good day. Indeed, all praises to the Lord of hosts, it has been a very good day!
Originally Written by: Ada R. Habershon, 1861-1918
Original Music by: Robert Harkness, 1880-1961
Sung by: Keith and Krysten Getty

When I fear my faith will fail
Christ will hold me fast
When the tempter would prevail
He will hold me fast
I could never keep my hold
Through life’s fearful path
For my love is often cold
He must hold me fast
Chorus:
He will hold me fast
He will hold me fast
For my Savior loves me so
He will hold me fast
Those He saves are His delight
Christ will hold me fast
Precious in His holy sight
He will hold me fast
He’ll not let my soul be lost
His promises shall last
Bought by Him at such a cost
He will hold me fast
CHORUS"
For my life He bled and died
Christ will hold me fast
Justice has been satisfied
He will hold me fast
Raised with Him to endless life
He will hold me fast
Till our faith is turned to sight
When He comes at last

CHORUS”
— ORIGINAL WORDS VV 1-2 BY ADA HABERSHONNEW WORDS AND MUSIC BY MATT MERKER©2013 GETTY MUSIC PUBLISHING (BMI) / MATT MERKER MUSIC (BMI) (ADMIN BY MUSICSERVICES.ORG)
PSALM 139:1-10
O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
You understand my thought from afar.
You scrutinize my path and my lying down,
And are intimately acquainted with all my ways.
Even before there is a word on my tongue,
Behold, O Lord, You know it all.
You have enclosed me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is too high, I cannot attain to it.
Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there.
If I take the wings of the dawn,
If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea,
Even there Your hand will lead me,
And Your right hand will lay hold of me.