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The Sacred Retreat
A place to get away with God
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April 22, 2010 at 7:58 am
clean hands pure heart
I draw from the well of my own intention and find it dry, remorseful. I look to heaven and there is no rain. I see the wilt of living things bowed under the heat of circumstance and for all my hoping, there is only One Who can revive.
So, We come to You Giver of Life for a moment’s shalom knowing You are the Everlasting Future for Whom our flesh groans.
We can walk the barren desert knowing You will sustain our meager existence. We can climb the formidable mountain with wings of eagles with You girding our frame. We can face the dire consequence of each selfish moment when we took precedence over Your will. For Your trade of death for our life causes reality to shake truth from the ridges of lies that beset our faith. We are signed in blood, sealed in the Spirit, and delivered from separation. You are our God. There is no other God but You. We rejoice.
Put our attitudes on the altar of sacrifice that they might be purged from the dross of a benign energy that we will rather, in all things, give thanks. Simplify our study to be like You. Let Your voice over-call the experts of this world. Root us deeply as we search for the Water of Life.
We come drained. We come asking. We come knowing we will receive.
For Who is there in heaven but You, and there is none I desire on earth but You. I will be satisfied when I awake in Your likeness.
To our own possession, The Holy God Of Israel, be glory,
Amen
April 30, 2010 at 9:56 am
clean hands pure heart
Shepherd’s Voice,
It is my desire to obey. Increase my knowledge and will to overcome.
You soothe me with the hand of justice. I have peace. Mercy guides my steps with Light in a torrid world of confusion. I see Your prints. Your feet are sure and safe. Your arm strong and secure. Your fingertips pressing upon my heart to do the right and eschew the wrong. Craziness unfurls me, but You are my steadfast ankle that steadies my feet, my searching eye that finds hope, my sweet dream that does not disturb my night. I am grateful in quietly gentle silence when words lack.
My Good God Who reigns,
You are utmost, precious pure, living fullness, abiding uninterrupted, and this fills my time. Seek and find me yearning for Your return. Find me faithful and useful. Fill me anew for Your will today.
Ready,
Amen
May 7, 2010 at 12:10 am
erunner
chph, Your prayers are so beautiful. I am privileged to read them and to share them with others. God bless you.
May 14, 2010 at 9:37 am
clean hands pure heart
Dear Erunner,
In the realm of Jesus’ reflection, I see you as the comforter for the comfortless, the hope for the waning, the joy for the seeker, and the rest for the anxious. It is a privilege to serve you through the voice of prayer and supplication. It is a blessing to work together with you for the good of those who love Him.
I encourage you to press on.
Until heaven in heaven,
Amen dear brother.
May 14, 2010 at 9:59 am
clean hands pure heart
Jesus, Yeshua Redeeming Gift,
I honor Your presence with us. Thank You for sending Your Spirit to direct our path, to Light our way into the perfection of Your Way, and for constant forbearance when we stumble, fall, and whine about the difficulty. Let us walk the path of Calvary to silence our inadequate love for You.
To You Sovereign King Who compares to no one who ever was or will be, I ascribe Your own assessment of Who You Are. We are the fallen in understanding and generosity of blessing to You. On our knees, on our face, humbled in spirit, grateful for Your Self, we come in pathetic, yet desired hope, that what we offer, though they be as useless crumbs of worth, will move through Your understanding that in childlike faith, we love You. We stand on the unconditional nature of Your love to us that we can in some measure, please You through obedience that cherishes Your will to be done on earth.
We come boldly to Your throne surrounded in the emerald rainbow of grace to honor You in the highest praise of being still and knowing You are God, not to be doubted or questioned, but to be revered and awed. Help us to grasp the fullness of holiness. You are holiness.
Rake through our existence and burn our chaff. Blow the dust of our mortality away from our eyes that we might see the Truth that waits to reign in our souls. Move us into the spirit to dwell with Your Spirit that we may walk in Your identity with Your Word flowing from tongues of purification. Set our hearts on things above and draw us close to the inseparable dominion of Christ in us.
In expectation of Your promises, we confess Jesus. Dress us in the raiment of His righteousness, unsoiled, affective witness that the darkened souls of the unsaved may perceive, inquire, desire, grasp and attain what we now so enjoin,
You our Lord.
With all of our day pending, interfere with Your glory that You may be known as You are known.
Amen our Beloved,
Amen
May 16, 2010 at 9:34 pm
BrianD
I echo what erunner said, CHPH. It is a pleasure to have you post here.
May 21, 2010 at 10:01 am
clean hands pure heart
Dear BrianD,
Thank you for this altar of incense. Prayer burns holes in my pocket when I have no place to release them.
Stay steadfast my dear brother. The apostasy of the church is enlarging to such great extent, I am finding the faithful through the past, clinging to the edge with Satan stamping on their fingers. Every Word of God is true. If teachings other than This don’t measure to genuine holiness, pure definitions of the Bible’s meaning, or include “newology” of Scriptural interpretation, then I can’t help but think that the serpent is whispering into the ears of the current “Adam and Eve’s” in leadership toward an intensified state of fallen-ness. The final curse is looming on the horizon…even the elect are snoozing…
My prayers for safe travel through the remainder of time. True and steadfast via the One Jesus Christ of Nazareth untarnished dear brother.
Love,
CHPH
June 4, 2010 at 11:29 am
clean hands pure heart
Yeshua,
I stand beneath the wounds You suffered for my life. Your cross brings me to the bowing of my heart.
Your feet nailed to wood. You cannot walk away. You cannot walk among the “sorry for what they did”. They try to stop you by nailing You to wood.
Your wrists Lord, nailed to wood. Your hands touched and healed lepers. Your hands healed the sick. Your hands touched the needy, held the whip that curtailed the sales in Your Father’s House, Your hands that fed. They could not stop Your hands from being God’s compassion.
Your brow Lord, pierced by thorns. Your thoughts stayed toward us to bear our remarks, to pray for us , to teach us, to know our need and respond. They could not crown You highly enough for the joy of suffering for us. Humiliation’s coronation made a way for us to know You as King of Kings.
Your back Lord, striped, shredded, carrying our abuse of perfect obedience, exacting the wrath we deserved, propitiating the Father’s fury toward unholy sin, covering our back in understanding and grace.
Your side Lord, proving Your heart bursting with utmost love for us. Water and blood, we are born forgiven from every lack and fault, every carelessness, every wrong. Poured out on the ground, each precious drop declaring that God so loved us. I am belittled by my own estimation of how worthless my life has responded to this proof. Your Love shining through Your Spirit revealing.
Your voice echoes forgive them Father, they know not what they do.
Make me know. It is time for me to live like I know.
down on the ground my face before the Truth aching to be what you call me to be i beg for clean hands and a pure heart to serve You fully for all sake
amen
June 11, 2010 at 10:05 am
clean hands pure heart
Comment Lord,
Silence before You containing trust and attention wanes. So many voices say less than nothing. Your Word is above all. Your ear hears us.
Listening struggles against so many words. Bring Your worth into our communion. Bring obedience to our tongues. Our mouths waste in desolate conversation. The ancients of Scripture bear witness to our paltry era. We fall trapped in our own voices.
Turn down the noise of our own provocations. Peace evaporates in the reign of world opinion clamoring to be god. There is One God, one reason to listen, and the sound of Your presence is still.
Give us ears to hear above and beyond that we might know our Shepherd speaking. Those who belong to You hear Your voice. Enfold us on the hills of Your footprints. We crave the awareness of omniscience. Let us live as the thriving, fed by Your glory. In this, satisfaction will enshrine and through grace, You shall be seen in the darkness.
below believing,
through…
July 27, 2010 at 9:49 am
clean hands pure heart
Please excuse the long absence. Recovering from extensive straight wind damage. Lost four acres of 100 foot pines. Ten trees on house, two on vehicle, six on shed, etc…
God is honoring us in a new teaching on suffering and loss.
I count all things loss…
No one hurt. and so Lord,
Your face ever before us, our hands on Your knees, we look into the Face of God and all is well. Your presence is Life and life is eternal. Our hands let go of trouble to reach for You. It is an excellent enough.
Back to work in Jesus Name for what is above what we think.
Amen