His Salvation Is My Story

How marvelous are the many things of You.
Wonderful, Counselor, Almighty God.
How grateful I am to be under
Your protective Shepherd’s rod.
Your eye is on every one of Your sheep.
You see the one that goes astray.
You leave the ninety nine
To carry me out of my wayward way.
You hold, You embrace,
You cover me with Your hand.
Thank You, Holy Spirit,
For helping me to understand.
The blood of Jesus cleanses me.
His salvation is my story.
How worthy You are of honor
My ink pens Your glory.

2.25.2020 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

The Harvest Has Yet to Be Sorted

Many accounted pains have placed our hearts in the hand of a God who is believed to be squeezing the life out of us with His mighty grip,
Yet they are the very things that God Himself has tried to warn us of doing or has so lovingly been patient with us as long as He could in our disobedience.
Choices are a gift of love… God seems to understand that,
But we seem to think that the gift to choose our lives means until we damage what we can no longer control, then God will restore for us what we only continue to destroy again.
A sacrifice of love is no longer even an issue for so many.
They actually feel they live on a cross every day, taking on the world’s sin and ugliness, only to be sent to their graves at an early age.
They have no idea the misconception so unfortunately built on a theory that “everything is God’s fault.”
They have no consideration that the very suffering laid upon each generation is a direct result of the sinful choices chosen is generations past.
There is no thought of a man who allowed His Son to experience violence, murder, abuse, mockery, and unspeakable sufferings that we have yet to thank God for what we can not even imagine.
This man in heaven “chose” to allow His Son to make that “choice” for Himself.
And His Son displayed His Father’s wisdom, love, grace, and mercifulness.
Many would turn and reject Him and His Father, as they do now, and yet still the crucifixion took place.
Despite the act of love, we still blame God for what we are too selfish to do ourselves in helping, loving one another, and saving the world in what opportunities given… “entrusted” to us.
We think we have seen it all when tragedy strikes us, yet we forget… we don’t even give thought to the God who has seen suffering and tragedy from the moment Eve grieved herself into temptation to the future violence in our streets this world has yet to really endure.
So many people who claim to know this loving God and His Son spend hours and quality moments of God-given time arguing of the proper way, the only way, and the denominational way of sharing a message that they are “too righteous” to understand.
In determination that this urgent message of love be given in the “only way they believe in” they waste and destroy so many lost lives standing right in front of them with a broken and open heart longing to know of such a love as this God.
The role of women is tossed back and forth and so debated upon that children don’t even hear the point of why men or women are here upon this earth.
How “on earth” can they find their own place in life?
Knees… our open altars to a Holy Spirit who waits for even one soul to adhere to the “comforter” that Jesus Christ left behind for peace and direction,
And yet they greatest cry is still, “who will comfort us, who will guide us, who will be our God?”
From the beginning to the end, we will continue to roam the wilderness in search of our manna.
But the soul will never be fully fed, until the Great Harvest, when the Planter shall gather what He has grown.
Will you be ready for the season, or will your roots have been too damaged by your environment?

8-16-1999 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Listen… Welcome!

Listen… hear it coming in the wind?
The power of the Holy Spirit!
Longing to dwell in us,
To empower us,
To teach us,
To encourage us.
Do you want the power?
Do you want Him to indwell?
Do you want to be taught?
Do you want to be encouraged?
I do!
Holy Spirit, fall fresh on me!
Please!
Every day! Every hour!
Every minute! Every second!
I want God’s blessings from You!
Love you, Father, Son, & Holy Spirit!

6-11-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

A Rich Inheritance

Your breath of life.
Your daily presence.
Your merciful justice.
Your tender grace.
Your only begotten Son.
Your plan of salvation.
Your unending love.
Your Holy Spirit.
Your ministering angels.
Your many promises.
Your mansions for me.
Your heavenly home.
These are just a few
of the rich inheritances
You have shared with me
and my children.

7-12-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

God, Your Wisdom Is Our Desire

God, Your wisdom is our desire.
We need to know how to go.
We pray that the Holy Spirit
Would help us to know.
Your protection is our need.
We have so much confusion.
Revenge can seem so sweet.
What an evil illusion.
We need Your patience, Lord,
As ours is so weak.
Balance is being quiet
And courage to speak.
God, we need all of You
To be everything for us.
Without Your love and rule
Life will remain unjust.

5-1-08 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Pretty Books

Pretty books… all around me.
So many to read.
I want to read them all.
Interesting,
intriguing,
moving,
funny,
inspirational,
informative.
I want to know these lives,
these stories,
these events,
this knowledge.
More importantly,
I want to grow…
in you…
in the Word…
your Word.
Holy Spirit, help me to read my Sword.
Teach me the secrets.
Give me the peace,
the love and comfort
that can only come from knowing God’s Word.
Help me to indulge within the pages.
Help me to soak up the wisdom.
Help me to discipline my mind.
Watch over my tongue.
Help me to hide every word in my heart
that I might not sin against you!
Father, thank you for the comfort you give
in the Holy Spirit.
In Jesus name I pray and praise, Amen.

3-29-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

You Are Hope!

Hope is a mainstay…
is so often said.
Yet that is an understatement
to Your Holy Comfort.
Time and time again,
I myself thank You for hope.
That’s because YOU are hope.
Without You I cannot cope!
You are the very breath
that gives us each life.
Though we cannot see it,
it is how we are alive.
You are the faith,
for which the substance of things,
the evidence of things unseen,
are the very core of hope.
You are unseen,
and yet You are our hope…
our only hope…
our glorious hope!
Thank You for hope!
Thank You for YOU!

2-19-15 written by Gail Brookshire