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The Dinner Bell is Ringing!

May 3, 2018 By Lynn H Mosher

***This is a rerun, folks. Headache and fibro fog clouded my thinker and I just couldn’t write. So instead, I found this old one and dusted it off for you. It’s old title is Come Home, It’s Suppertime! I hope you enjoy it.

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When I was growing up, my mother used a bell to call me home for dinner. This is when kids played outside until the very last minute of sunlight and air conditioning existed mainly as a bright idea.

But when I heard that bell ring, it meant come home, now! It’s suppertime! Time to join the family around the dinner table.

Twice in my childhood, my family lived with my paternal grandparents on their self-supporting farm. We had everything from our own dairy to turkeys and everything in between. I fondly remember sitting at the dinner table with them. Uh…with my parents and grandparents, not the turkeys!

Because of all the animals and the fresh food from the gardens, I loved living there with them, but I loved it most of all because of my sweet Granny. I still shed tears because I miss her, even after fifty-nine years of separation.

John the Revelator wrote, “Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb!” (Rev. 19:9 NKJV) I was invited and I RSVPed so I know I’ll be there.

In my spirit, I imagine hearing the sound of that heavenly dinner bell ringing out and the call, “Come Home; it’s suppertime.”

I imagine that great, heavenly feast and sitting down at the family supper table with Abraham, David, and Paul. Better still, sitting next to Jesus. Woo-hoo!

With each passing day, I miss my precious Mom, Dad, and grandparents more and more. I long to sit at the dinner table with them again. And I know I will. They’re waiting for me to come Home.

Do you yearn for that heavenly banquet…to sit down with those gathered around the greatest supper table of all time?

If you love Southern Gospel, and even if you don’t, I hope you will listen to Come Home, It’s Suppertime by the Gaither group. One day, the Lord will call us Home…for Suppertime…

If the Master rings the bell tonight, will you be ready to go Home?

Dinner-time blessings to you…Lynn

Designated Destination

August 24, 2017 By Lynn H Mosher

If you read my last post about me being a wild child, you read that, when I was a teenager, my friend talked me into skipping Sunday night church to walk down the street to the drugstore.

That same friend and I decided to go downtown one day and the only way we could get there was to ride the bus. I had never ridden the bus before. We got there safely and enjoyed whatever it was we did. And then it was time to go home.

When the bus came, it was crowded and the only two seats available were separated. I sat in front of the second door (at back of the bus) while my friend sat somewhere behind me.

The bus would stop. Doors would open. People would get on. Doors would close. The bus would stop. Doors would open. People would get off, departing to their designated destination. Doors would close.

Then, at one stop, my friend tapped me on the shoulder and said this was where we get off. She got off and got home safely.

Silly me! For some unknown reason, I thought she was kidding. And I didn’t get off. I just sat there.

After a while, I turned around to look and saw that my friend was gone. I had no idea where to get off. I had no idea where I was!

Now what do I do? Besides being scared. I certainly didn’t know.

People kept getting off. And I just sat there.

Finally, I was the last person on the bus. And the bus came to a final stop. The driver said, “This is the end of the line.”

Uh-oh! Panic set in. Really scared now.

I remember telling the driver what happened and he told me what to do, but I have no recollection of what happened after that.

Even though I was on the wrong path, somehow I got home safely.

This memory has been roaming around in this ol’ noggin for over a week. Puzzled as to why, I asked the Lord if there was some meaning in it.

This is what the Lord showed me…

As we ride this vehicle of decision through life, doors will open and doors will close. Each one leads to some kind of opportunity, whether for our loss or for our gain. With our backs to the door, we will make a poor decision.

There are two final destination points at the end of the line of life. And we all have the choice of which one will be at the end of our journey: heaven or hell.

Deciding the right path is essential. We stay on the route to that terminal end, or we can get off and get Home safely. If we don’t choose to get off this one-way trip to the pit of fiery torment, our final resting place won’t be so restful.

There will not be a get-home-safe transfer at the end of this busline. Don’t reach the end and find you no longer have an option to get off at the designated destination. However, you can always make it Home before that last door closes.

May your ride be smooth, your doors of opportunity be many, and your designated destination end in heaven.

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Fixin’ Up the Ol’ Shack

May 15, 2017 By Lynn H Mosher

How well built is the dwelling place we give our beloved Lord? Is it built on Him, as our sure Rock-foundation? Does it come crashing down in a storm of affliction?

If the old dwelling place of our hearts is cleansed and created anew, do we keep it that way, or do we allow the winds of worry or the storms of strife to revert it back to the same ol’ rickety shack?

If we’ve been created into a new dwelling place for the Lord, maybe we should pray…

~Lord, my heart is Your home. Let’s build it together and keep it clean together.

Help me clean out the closet of my hidden thoughts and throw away the trash of wrong attitudes. Dust behind the doors where preconceived ideas accumulate like cobwebs.

Sweep out the corners of my heart where the soil of unwillingness has piled up. Dig into those deep crevices of my soul where stubbornness plants its roots. Shine Your light into the dark recesses of my emotions so nothing can remain hidden from Your forgiveness.

Remove from the shelves of my mind all the negative thoughts that I cling to and replace them all with Your promises that they may be readily available whenever I need them.

Scrub down the walls that have been littered with the graffiti of my words that are dirty blemishes on Your Spirit and Your Word. Repair the cracks in the walls so that the enemy cannot ooze in with his unwanted ideas.

When spiritual unrest jams up my usefulness as a channel, rout out all the garbage of self that Your living waters may run freely to cleanse me.

Fix the holes in the roof where the rains of difficulties leak in and threaten to dampen my soul-rest. Seal up the broken windows where the winds of discontent blow in so easily. Let Your joy clean the windows and give them the sparkle that the world needs to see.

Clean out the soot of wrong burning desires that have blackened my chimney. Cleanse it that it may allow the vapors of praise to rise to Your throne. Rekindle the embers of my heart’s passion that have grown cold. Ignite a blazing desire to know You more, to serve You more, and to love You more.

Use my tears to mop the floor of my soul where it has been trampled upon with the muddy feet of those who would rather walk over me than to see the hurt and pain within me.

Dismantle the fences that I have unwittingly built which have kept me from reaching out to help someone or kept some hurt soul from reaching in.

Help me build on that one sure Foundation that is unshakable and can withstand all storms and disasters. Help me erect that exterior that holds all else together, using my obedience as the cement to hold Your bricks of truth in place. Make sure I pick up and use each brick so that the edifice does not become faulty, because each truth left lying on the ground is useless.

There is but one chair within these walls, and it is the throne upon which I give You the honor of sitting. When I try to sit upon it myself, shove me off! Make me land with a jolt hard enough to bring me to my senses, because it is Your throne, meant only for You.

Lord, this is Your home. May it always be a temple in which You may reside and can always feel proud enough to bring others to visit. May it be a monument to Your grace, Your forgiveness, and Your love.

“Unless the Lord builds the house,they labor in vain who build it…”Ps. 127:1a NKJV

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She Died Too Young

September 24, 2015 By Lynn H Mosher

With yellow ringlets bobbing across her cheeks, Sarah bubbled through life as a beautiful and funny seven year-old girl. But unfortunately, she suffered greatly from a disease that was unjustly consuming her tiny body.

As Sarah lay in her hospital bed, unconscious, her mother begged the Lord to let her little girl live. Confused as to the condition afflicting her daughter, she cried out, “Why, Lord, why? No child should suffer like this.”

Realizing she was about to lose her darling child forever, she began to sob uncontrollably. Finally worn out from crying, she fell asleep with her head on the bed next to her daughter’s frail body. While asleep, the Lord gave her a vision of the future life of little Sarah, if she were to live.

This is what she saw…

As Sarah grew up, she suffered through very difficult circumstances: divorce of her parents, abuse, and bullying from others. She began to deteriorate emotionally until her life disintegrated into a shambles. This precious girl eventually left home and became addicted to drugs. No one knew where she was or how she was doing.

Selling herself to men, she used the money to support her drug habit. Then early one morning, someone discovered her body in an alley all curled up in the fetal position next to a dumpster.

In her purse, the police found a note she had written to her mother but never sent. It read, “Dear Mom, I now know why you wanted to keep me in church and why you wanted me to know Jesus. I am so sorry for all the heartache I have caused you. My life is worth nothing and I do not want to live any longer. Life is hell, or is hell life? Who knows? I sure don’t. My troubles are now over, but I just wanted to tell you that I love you and I am sorry. Your little girl, Sarah.”

The mother awoke with a jolt, screaming, “No, no, no!”

Then, she heard the Lord gently whispering to her…

“You see now what I already knew. There was just too much pain and suffering at the hands of others in the future for this precious little one.

Her life may have been short, but remember I gave her as a gift to you. She was Mine to lend to you, if only for a little while, and now I have brought her home to be with Me for safe-keeping. There is no more suffering for her now, only peace and rest.

Please understand My ways and dealings with you and My other precious children. I see those things in the future you do not. I sometimes bring home those who, to others, seem to be leaving their earthly life much too early, but I know and do only what is best for My children.

I love Sarah even more than you do. You may miss her but be comforted in knowing she shall shed no more tears. She will be here with Me, awaiting the day you arrive here also.”

The tears again began to stream down the mother’s face as she praised God for His wonderful mercy, goodness, and protection. She gently kissed Sarah on the forehead as her precious little girl breathed her last breath. And she was gone – Home.

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Room at the Top

March 31, 2014 By Lynn H Mosher

Who do we make room for in our heart’s home? Do we make room for the Lord in our heart as the Shunammite woman and her husband did in their home for Elisha?

“One day Elisha went to Shunem. A rich woman lived there. She urged him to eat something, so whenever he passed by, he would stop in to eat some food. She said to her husband, “Look, I know that he is a holy man of God and he passes by regularly. Let’s make a small room on the roof. We’ll set up a bed, a table, a chair, and a lamp for him there. Then when he comes to us, he can stay there.” (2 Kings 4:8-10 CEB)

The word used to describe the Shunammite woman, rich woman in the verse above, means great in any sense, as one of great means, importance, or distinction. She so desired Elisha’s company and his return visits as a guest that she made accommodations for him at the top, in an upper chamber or upper room.

According to definitions, there was a bed, a table (defined as that used for a king’s table for private or sacred use and, by implication, means meal), a chair (covered as a canopied throne, as a seat of honor, royal dignity, authority, and power), and a lamp or lampstand, which was a menorah.

All prepared for comfort, furnished to make the man of God feel welcomed and at home. Suitable for divine use.

When Elisha asked what he could do for her, she did not wish anything in return from him. He insisted on blessing her, but she would not receive it. She had built a dwelling place for the man of God and just having him in her house was blessing enough.

At the wife’s suggestion, Mr. and Mrs. Citizen of Shunem built a room at the top of their home, preparing a place for the man of God, making room for his presence, adorning it to be fit for him. Through the woman’s efforts, God would later meet her needs.

The story goes on but we’ll stop here.

Our heart is as that room at the top. We prepare it as a holy place for the Man of God, Jesus. We adorn it with all that makes it a fit place for the King of Kings to dwell, making Him feel welcomed, comfortable, at home.

Is Jesus’ presence within you a blessing to you? Do you make your heart a suitable place for divine use? When you make room for Jesus, He will meet your needs.

Your heart is His home. Adorn it beautifully for Him.

Knock! Knock!

December 27, 2012 By Lynn H Mosher

Jesus Knocking ***A New Year’s prayer (rerun)…

Lord, I hear You knocking. I’m coming.

Come on in. It’s cold out there. Make Yourself at home. Please come in and help me renovate my home for You.

Help me clean out the closet of my hidden thoughts and throw away the trash of wrong attitudes. Dust behind the doors where preconceived ideas accumulate like cobwebs.

Remove from the shelves of my mind all the negative thoughts that I cling to and replace them all with Your promises that they may be readily available whenever I need them.

When spiritual unrest jams up my usefulness as a channel, rout out all the garbage of self that Your living waters may run freely, cleansing…

Fix the holes in the roof where the rains of difficulties leak in and threaten to dampen my soul-rest. Seal up the broken windows where the winds of discontent blow in so easily. Let Your joy clean the windows and give them the sparkle that the world needs to see.

Clean out the soot of wrong burning desires that have blackened my chimney. Cleanse it that it may allow the vapors of praise to rise heavenward. Rekindle the embers of my heart’s passion that have grown cold. Ignite a blazing desire to know You more, to serve You more, and to love You more.

Use my tears to mop the floor of my soul where it has been trampled upon with the muddy feet of those who would rather walk over me than to see the hurt and pain within me.

Dismantle the fences that I have unwittingly built which have kept me from reaching out to help someone or kept some hurt soul from reaching in.

Lord, this is Your home. Let us build it together and keep it clean together. May it always be a temple in which You may reside and can always feel proud enough to bring others to visit. May it be a monument to Your grace, Your forgiveness, and Your love.

“Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it…”

***May this prayer be yours for the New Year. And may the Lord bring you His very best throughout every day. Blessings to you!