"If my people..."
Can't sleep tonight. I woke up thinking about Lydia, again.
American Lydia.
I fell in love with my country right there in the back of my father's old white station wagon. On that black metal flooring, my sisters right next to me. We coaxed the truck drivers to pull their horns, played license plate bingo and drifted to sleep with John Denver's melodic and appreciative words for creation streaming from an 8 track. Right there, traveling each summer from Texas to New Jersey. And back again.
I didn't know it then, with each state crossed, impressions like fine linen were weaved upon my heart. Images, history, and love of country. Pulled in cloth. My father's imploring mantra of, "Girls, you live in a great country. You have no idea of how blessed you are, be grateful." only strengthened every stitch.
Now with deepest respect and earnest appeal, I beseech you, Lydia. Dearest American Lydia, this is your country. For a moment. Where are you mother and daughter?
Go to your God, plead for His people, His church. Your church. Are you there? Keep her, build her, love her. American local church. Oh Lydia, if you knew the influence you could unleash. Bring gospel light home, dear girl.
Leave your fanciful images and embrace your true call, leave all. Turn. Go.
“Do not think that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to set a man against his father, and a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law. And a person's enemies will be those of his own household"...
...Is this not your family? Go at once, and plead. To this you were called...
..."And whoever does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it." Matthew 10:34~39
Dear Lord, help us. Make us true Lydias.
How we love to quote this verse,
"If my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land." 2 Chronicles 7:14
...yet we ourselves do not turn the knee, nor our heart.
American Lydia, go home. Not to trinkets, but treasures. Soul treasures. I'm praying for you, and me. Go home. Go to market. Go to church. Bring the gospel light, the one true light, home.
American Lydia.
I fell in love with my country right there in the back of my father's old white station wagon. On that black metal flooring, my sisters right next to me. We coaxed the truck drivers to pull their horns, played license plate bingo and drifted to sleep with John Denver's melodic and appreciative words for creation streaming from an 8 track. Right there, traveling each summer from Texas to New Jersey. And back again.
I didn't know it then, with each state crossed, impressions like fine linen were weaved upon my heart. Images, history, and love of country. Pulled in cloth. My father's imploring mantra of, "Girls, you live in a great country. You have no idea of how blessed you are, be grateful." only strengthened every stitch.
Now with deepest respect and earnest appeal, I beseech you, Lydia. Dearest American Lydia, this is your country. For a moment. Where are you mother and daughter?
Go to your God, plead for His people, His church. Your church. Are you there? Keep her, build her, love her. American local church. Oh Lydia, if you knew the influence you could unleash. Bring gospel light home, dear girl.
Leave your fanciful images and embrace your true call, leave all. Turn. Go.
“Do not think that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to set a man against his father, and a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law. And a person's enemies will be those of his own household"...
...Is this not your family? Go at once, and plead. To this you were called...
..."And whoever does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it." Matthew 10:34~39
Dear Lord, help us. Make us true Lydias.
How we love to quote this verse,
"If my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land." 2 Chronicles 7:14
...yet we ourselves do not turn the knee, nor our heart.
American Lydia, go home. Not to trinkets, but treasures. Soul treasures. I'm praying for you, and me. Go home. Go to market. Go to church. Bring the gospel light, the one true light, home.
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Mom