No One Ever Cared For Us Like Jesus

I can see that she has 

been crying

Swollen eyes

Tear stains on her cheeks

Yet she is putting up

a brave face

I ask her how she is doing

“Good” she softly replied

Avoiding eye contact

Looking through

Father’s eyes

I see the weary look on 

her face

Many questions in her eyes

She is at the end of herself

This is trying times for many

In the background “No one

ever cared for me like Jesus” comes bursting through 

the airways

The warmth of Fathers presence instantly fills 

the atmosphere

It’s like a light has been 

turned on over her face

The battle she has been 

fighting instantly lifts 

As Father’s glory 

covers her face

She is transported to a 

heavenly place

Lost in His presence

Tears of joy replace the 

fear in the atmosphere

We are reminded that 

Jesus was always there

He walked us through 

every trying season

His love sustained us 

in every valley

He was our anchor 

in every storm

Like the woman with the 

issue of blood

We will lay our different 

issues before our Papa

We will hold on to the 

hem of His garment

Till His supernatural 

power brings change in 

our natural situation 

He always has!

He still will!

We are never alone!

No one ever cared for us 

like Jesus!

— Ebigale Wilson

No One Ever Cared

For Us Like Jesus

The Journey

What A Friend

What a friend…

Jesus calls us His friends. He wants to be with us so much that He desires us to be His friends.

John 15:15 – I no longer call you slaves, because a slave doesn’t know what his master is about; but I have called you friends, because everything I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.

We are separated from friends right now. Things are beginning to reopen, but we have not had the contact with most people like we are used too. We might not have the ability to truly share with a friend because we can’t meet for coffee. It isn’t as easy to share via text or video calls. I am thankful for this technology, but it just is not the same as actually being with someone physically.

My thoughts as I write this are drawn to WHO He wants to be for me. WHO He wants to be for you!  We do need to have a healthy “fear” of God, but we also must recognize that He sent Jesus, His Son, for a reason. He brought Him to earth to dwell among us. When He dwelt among the people He became their friend.

Remember, He left us Holy Spirit, so we still have His Presence with us. We might not be able to see Him, but we can feel Him and know He is with us, just like a friend.

Take heart today and let Him be your friend. The hymn “What a Friend we Have in Jesus” reminds us of all His Promises for us. Listen and let it bless you, then take all your burdens to Him in prayer.

What a friend we have in Jesus

All our sins and griefs to bear!

What a privilege to carry

Everything to God in prayer!

Oh what peace we often forfeit

Oh what needless pain we bear

All because we do not carry

Everything to God in prayer

Have we trials and temptations?

Is there trouble anywhere?

We should never be discouraged

Take it to the Lord in prayer

Can we find a friend so faithful

Who will all our sorrows share?

Jesus knows our every weakness

Take it to the Lord in prayer

Are we weak and heavy laden,

Cumbered with a load of care?

Precious Savior, still our refuge

Take it to the Lord in prayer

Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?

Take it to the Lord in prayer!

In his arms he’ll take and shield thee

“What a Friend We Have in Jesus” is a Christian hymn originally written by preacher Joseph M. Scriven as a poem in 1855 to comfort his mother, who was living in Ireland while he was in Canada. (basic information from Wikipedia)

Shabbat Shalom,

Rose Horton

I put two links in, one for a basic hymn of worship and one done by a young lady with a verse that I have not heard before, but that I enjoyed.

Photo by Simon Maage on Unsplash

Pause In His Presence Part 4


Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. – Psalm 23:6

Have you ever woken up and faced a spirit of dread? Have you ever had days where you just don’t want to get out of bed, and you feel like everything is just TOO hard? We’ve all had days like these, and although we know that we have great victory in Jesus, and the authority to see things shift in the heavenlies… sometimes, it can feel like it’s all too much at once to handle.

Praise God these are just feelings and often not our reality.

The reality about every one of our circumstances is found here in Psalm 23:6:  Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of our lives!  

The Word says that there may be weapons formed against us, but they will not prosper (Isaiah 54:17). So although there may be weapons being formed against us, at the same time we have goodness and mercy chasing us down as well.

Goodness here is the Strong’s h2896, which means everything that would be beautiful, pleasant, excellent, agreeable, etc. Mercy is the Strong’s h2617, which means kindness, faithfulness, favor. What David is saying here is that beauty, kindness and favor are the things that shall follow us all the days of our lives, not dread and despair and feelings of being overwhelmed.

And if that wasn’t encouragement enough – the word follow makes me the most excited. It’s the Strong’s h7291, which does not point to something distant that follows behind you like a little shadow. It implies something that is alive that is chasing after [you] with hostile intent. God’s beauty, His kindness, His favor chase after us with hostile intent!

What a testimony to His great love!

For those who may feel discouraged or battling a spirit of dread today, be reminded that the Father’s “goodness and mercy” far outweigh the devil’s little demons of dread and discouragement.  I speak over you today that His goodness and mercy will CHASE YOU DOWN, and will overtake you in a glorious way.

Spirit of dread, BE BROKEN NOW over the reader, IN THE NAME OF JESUS!  That we may dwell in the house of the Lord forever, knowing that His great love has chased us down.

— Mandy Woodhouse

Technologies Screams

Ticking of clocks

Dinging of texts

Ringing of cell phones

Oh – what is next?




All day and all night

It separates me from you, there is no finish in sight

I battle through the masses

You’re all I need

I turn off the ticking, the dinging, the rings

I soak up the silence, the peace like a dream

You’re right beside me

You silence technologies scream

You tell me you love me

And you were here before

But now I can hear you

The world’s roar is no more

—Erin Bovat

Coming Of Age

Coming from a torrential childhood, I have never had a great acknowledgement of myself. From a mentally ill mom who loved me so much she removed herself from the lives of her four children to prevent doing harm, to two stepmothers who physically, as well as mentally, abused and manipulated both myself and my three siblings. From the age of 5 and well into my adult years I was always told what I was and what I would become. Their words, words at formative years that should have been to instruct, teach, and mold me into a decent human being; taught me I would amount to nothing and most likely end up mentally ill like my beloved mother.

At the last of these two stepmothers I was in high school and found journalism. I lived and breathed layout and design, more than the words on the page. I loved to tell the story but making everything flow and look well designed was what I genuinely enjoyed. I won several first-place awards in UIL for layout and design. I guess I wrote ok, I did receive several awards for my writing. I sought journalism throughout high school and became the editor of the yearbook and held editor titles for the school newspaper throughout high school. But I never saw my talent. I never believed I was good enough to do well in anything.

I believed those who were influential in my life. I was told my highest skill set was being a good secretary. While it would have never been allowed to express my opinion without serious and harsh retribution, I felt something deep inside that told me, I could do better than that! So much better. I thought it, but I didn’t believe it.

Consequently, I married at 18. I was not pregnant. Let us be clear that I married because I felt I could do better if I were out from under the suffocating influence of mediocrity and failure. I married my high school sweetheart. He was Hispanic. Not a popular union in my day. While it did not last, I will never say it was a mistake. I had 3 beautiful, wonderful boys whom I dedicated every second of my life to, but I also found spiritual dictatorship in this marriage.

I was so happy and content to live this blissful life of being a mother to my children. It was SO fulfilling. I homeschooled to teach and raise them in God’s ways. I realized this was an opportunity to be an amazing influence. I knew I was establishing a foundation upon which they could securely build their Godly character and morals that would guide them throughout their lives. Although not reaching millions, thousands, or even hundreds with journalism, I WAS creating men of God and raising them to stand and make a difference in this world. They in turn, would influence others, and so on. There was no comparison to me in the difference of professions. I was making an impact and I gladly did it.

Meanwhile, there was an emotional and spiritual tradeoff I did not realize I was making in my marriage. I could not leave the house unless I was dressed well and wore makeup. Nor were the children allowed to appear in public as anything less than pristine. So, going grocery shopping almost meant looking like I was ready for church. The boys could not have dirt on their clothing or unkept hair. We must present ourselves in the most pristine manner. I’m not a slob by any means but I didn’t understand this. This was real life. These are children. What did it matter? They are happy and spiritually growing!

For the husband, it was all about appearances. How he “presented” himself was his utmost priority because he had the need to impress people. I didn’t realize this at the time. You know the type, ‘fight on the way to church and stroll in pretending you are the perfect couple’ kind of thing. I could never do this. I was civil in this situation but being pretentious was not me.

I was raised that the “man” of the house had authority, especially in a Godly home. He, above all, knew God’s Will and plan for his family, because he submissively put God first, above his own needs, desires, and insecurities. So, the wife and household submitted unto the husband. This is the Godly design; this IS the instruction God gives us. It is not to be contradicted unless(?) your husband does not meet all the above criteria. I naively believed mine did. He had become an ordained preacher, prominent in our church. We lived a Godly (religious) life. He presented himself in public and at church as a good and Godly Christian man. In many attributes, he was.  

Meanwhile at home, I knew I would have to relinquish my children into public school at some point. Having established the Godly morals necessary to withstand the world we live in; I knew I would have to let them go so they could finish their education and become well rounded. One by one they would move on. Being with them and creating a strong relationship was most important to me. Making myself available to them to guide and spend time with them was paramount.

I thought witnessing the love and dedication I had for my family would soften the husband’s heart to allow me to go to college part time to get a teaching degree. I vowed to keep up with my perfectly clean house and spend time with the wonderfully perfect children he did not realize he had. I promised I would keep up with it all, and I would have done it! At the time, I would have been able to be in the school system while all our boys were there. After seeing the dedication to my children and family, I thought he would allow me this personal extravagance. He did NOT.

Twice he denied me a college education. Once when the boys were very young and I foresaw the coming challenge, and a second time when our oldest son was ready to enter public school. The husband was all about control. He had trust issues. Never mind that I was biblically created to walk BESIDE him, and not behind. But if I raised a question of difference or doubt, he threw upon me, “You are not being submissive unto your husband.” And therefore, I felt I was not pleasing my Heavenly Father. In those early days I lived by my husband’s religion. I allowed him to dictate my relationship with my God. Twice I conceded to his bias “wisdom” and control that was skewed by his own fears.

Let us talk about the third time. Since I was not allowed to go to college and get a degree, I proposed the option that I at least get a part time job at night so I could save money for college for our children (because they are so very smart). I would homeschool the boys during the day, keep the house immaculate as usual, and have supper on the table, and I would work a job at night. He conceded. I got a job. The day I was to start my job, he FORBADE me to go! Like an IDIOT, I once again gave in without an oppositional word to his “spiritual authority.” It was the last time.

In all fairness to his abuse of spiritual power, I will say this; when I married this man, I was young. I did not understand the difference between religion and a personal relationship with God. I thought they were one and the same. I have come to learn that religion is man’s interpretation of God’s Word, which can be misinterpreted or manipulated by man (or woman). A relationship with God is understanding His love for you and you alone. God’s desires for ME, and HIS Will for MY life. Not my neighbors’, not my friends’, not my husbands’, not congregation at church. To have communication with God and spiritually “think for yourself” is amazing! He desires a relationship with ME! Personal. Today I live FOR my personal relationship with MY Heavenly Father.

If I had had a personal relationship with my Father, I would have been wise to the errs of man and not naively followed. Not to say I would have been disrespectful or rebellious, but a man and wife both need to have God’s direction to help the other if one gets off course. Support, accountability. If I had had a personal relationship with my Father rather than religion, I would have followed HIM just as blindly as I have followed Him since my revelation 22 years ago. That was my failing.

The road I have traveled since then has had its hard and trying times. Like all, I have been forged by fire and separated from the chafe. But it has been MY journey and my RELATIONSHIP with my God. It has led me to victory and unwavering faith because He has delivered me, grown me, and SHOWN me His love every step of the way. He has given me grace and rewarded me for pursuing His love and guidance. He has given me the opportunity and privilege of raising one more son. A son I can guide through my own personal relationship with God, teaching him to seek God in this way and not to solely depend on me spiritually.

I know who I am now. I have achieved a great many things in my life. While not Pulitzer Prize worthy, I have given it my all. Before I am wife, mother, servant, or CEO, I am a daughter of the One True Risen King. My identity and purpose begin and end with Him.

I am just like you. It does not matter what your past is. Nor does it matter your color, creed, or annual income. I sincerely believe most people desire to be worthy of this life and to have a purpose. We all have the same drive to seek and discover what that is. It binds us with a mutual need. When those sincere inquisitions of purpose are shattered because we are deemed as worthless or beyond hope, it can alter or destroy a beautiful heart. I do not want that for anyone.

Whether you are man or woman, child or adult, this is what I would implore of you. Go to your churches of denomination, religion, and choice. Love those with whom God has blessed you! But seek God as your own. Not by religious laws, peer pressure, or dictation. Seek the God who made and knows YOU! Chase Him and discover His Will for YOUR life. He may lead you down a completely new and exciting path! Blindly following others or mimicking their beliefs will always lead to the same destination of complacency.

God has a life just for YOU!  He desires an up close and personal relationship with YOU and only you. He has a plan for your life and will guide you through it! He is waiting for you to get to know Him.

Let us see ourselves through His eyes. Walk by faith, not by what is in front of us.

— Sandra K. Andrews