Set Me Free

I know you can hear my cries,

I know you are always by my side

My Jesus has set me free

I know what I can’t bare, you take from me

I know your heavenly face, I shall see

My Jesus has set me free

I know I am a sinner and you have forgiven me

I know your love is as wide and deep as the sea

My Jesus has set me free

Praise God, my Jesus has set me free

Weekend Writing Prompt #242 – Goodnight

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This poem is a revised copy of my original poem, “Come Dream with Me,” published in my book, Kisses from the Mind to the Soul.

Let’s lay under the midnight sky

Let’s wish on the shooting stars as they go by

Let’s say goodnight to the moon above

Let’s hold tight in arms of love

The sandman with come and close our eyes

Dream with me until the next sunrise

Trumann, Arkansas Tornado 2021

This was posted on Facebook by The Weather Channel.

We were aware of the tornado warnings on December 10, 2021. I sat in my living room recliner clutching my Maltese, Dogit. Our German Shepard, Buddy was close at my feet. When the sirens sounded, we took cover in the safest part of our house. Buddy will not go into the storm cellar, or we would have taken refuge there.

In a matter of seconds, it was over. We were without power, but our house was intact and we were safe. Emergency vehicle sirens could be heard throughout the town. We exited our homes, clinging to flashlights. We checked on the safety of those near us and checked for damage.

It was not until the next morning, that I realized how much damage had occurred, and how close the tornado was to me. I cried and prayed for those that were affected by this natural disaster. I gave thanks to God for being safe.

And let us consider how to stir up another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near. Hebrews 10: 24-25 (English Standard Version)

This verse came to light as I saw the town of Trumann, Arkansas come together as one. Trumann has somewhat of a bruised reputation, but as others witness the rebuilding, I pray this will change. This happening so close to Christmas, is horrific, not that there is a good time for something like this to happen. The Christmas spirit and the praising of God for his blessings can be seen amongst the rubble.

The Lord is my shepard; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads in paths of rightousness, for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shodow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me, in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup over flows. Surly goodness and mercy shall follow me, all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalms 23 (English Standard Version)

Having faith in Christ gives you a spirit of strength, discipline and love. When you have all this, there should not be fear. I believe that the town of Trumann, Arkansas will hold on to his promises, and know that he will see us through, even in these darkest days.

The Story behind Silent Night

Father Joseph Mohr sat at the old organ. His fingers stretched over the keys, forming the notes of a chord. He took a deep breath and pressed down. Nothing. He lifted his fingers and tried again. Silence echoed through the church.

Father Joseph shook his head. It was no use. The pipes were rusted, the bellows mildewed. The organ had been wheezing and growing quieter for months, and Father Joseph had been hoping it would hold together until the organ builder arrived to repair it in the spring. But now, on December 23, 1818, the organ had finally given out. St. Nicholas Church would have no music for Christmas.

Father Joseph sighed. Maybe a brisk walk would make him feel better. He pulled on his overcoat and stepped out into the night. His white breath puffed out before him. Moonlight sparkled off the snow-crusted trees and houses in the village of Oberndorf. Father Joseph crunched through the snowy streets to the village of the little Austrian town and climbed the path leading up the mountain.

From high above Oberndorf, Father Joseph watched the Salzach River ripple past St. Nicholas Church. In the spring, when melting snow flowed down the mountains and the river swelled in its banks, water lapped at the foundation of the church. It was moisture from the flooding river that had caused the organ to mildew and rust.

Father Joseph looked out over the Austrian Alps. Stars shone above in the still and silent night.

Silent night? Father Joseph stopped. Of course! “Silent Night!” He had written a poem a few years before, when he had first become a priest, and he had given it that very title. “Silent Night.”

Father Joseph scrambled down the mountain. Suddenly he knew how to bring music to the church.

The next morning, Father Joseph set out on another walk. This time he carried his poem. And this time, he knew exactly where he was going – to see his friend Franz Gruber, the organist for St. Nicholas, who lived in the next village.

Franz Gruber was surprised to see the priest so far from home on Christmas Eve, and even more surprised when Father Joseph handed him the poem.

That night Father Joseph and Franz Gruber stood at the altar of St. Nicholas Church. Father Joseph held his guitar. He could see members of the congregation giving each other puzzled looks. They had never heard a guitar played in church before, and certainly not during midnight mass on Christmas Eve, the holiest night of the year.

Father Joseph picked out a few notes on the guitar, and he and Franz Gruber began to sing. Their two voices rang out, joined by the church choir on the chorus. Franz Gruber’s melody matched the simplicity and honesty of Father Joseph’s words.

When the last notes faded into the night, the congregation remained still for a moment, then began to clap their hands. Applause filled the church. The villagers of Oberndorf loved the song! Father Joseph’s plan to bring music to St. Nicholas Church had worked.

A few months later, the organ builder arrived in Oberndorf and found the words and music to “Silent Night” lying on the organ. The song enchanted him, and when he left, he took a copy of it with him.

The organ builder gave the song to two families of traveling singers who lived near his home. The traveling singers performed “Silent Night” in concerts all over Europe, and soon the song spread throughout the world.

Today, cathedral choirs and carolers from New York to New Zealand sing the simple song that was first :in a mountain church in Austria on Christmas Eve over 200 years ago.

Attention: I am not the author of this story. The author is Dick Smolinski. I came across it when I was looking for a new Christmas story to read my grandchildren this year. This song is one of my favorites, and knowing the back story makes it even more special. Thank you Dick Smolinski for sharing this story.

Here is a Story for You 🤪

A little girl is helping her mom do laundry at the laundromat. They get done and the little girl goes to roll the laundromat cart back where they got it from. The mom hollers, “just leave that there, someone else will get it!”
Later after they get home the mom goes to get the little girl for supper. The little girl throws her toy down into the floor and start off to the kitchen. “Wait just one minute young lady,” the mom says to the little girl. “Is that where that toy belongs?”
The little girl looks back at the toy then she looks up at her mom, “ I’ll just leave it there, someone else will get it.”

Finally! I Understand Speaking in Tongues

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I attended church as a child mainly because my friends attended. I loved Sunday school. The Sunday school teacher would read us our Bible story. After the reading, she would ask us questions about the story, kind of like a quiz. She was always more than happy to answer our questions and we would leave with a new Bible verse to memorize for the next Sunday.

It was during this time that I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior. I was confident that I understood what being a child of God meant. The problem was, I got older. One by one, my friends quit coming to church. It was not long after that I followed suit.

However, I did not lose my faith. I strongly believe there is only one true living God. I believe with all my heart that he was born of man, crucified by man, and he was resurrected to save man. I believe the only way you can get to heaven, is to accept Jesus as your savior. I believe without a shadow of a doubt, that the Bible is the true word of God.

Now, to the point of this post.

It takes more than just believing to be a true Christian. You must also live like a Christian. The only way to know for sure if you are living a Christian life is to read the word of God. To know you are doing wrong you must first read and UNDERSTAND the Bible. That is where my problem comes in. There is so much that I don’t understand when I read the Bible.

I know God is a forgiving God. He will forgive all sins if confessed and repents. (feel or express sincere regret or remorse about one’s wrongdoing or sin.) This is the question that I have found myself asking recently; How can you ask for forgiveness if you don’t know what you are doing is wrong? The answer brings me back full circle; Read the Bible. Sometimes I feel like I am trying to read and understand an instructional manual without pictures.

So, now I have set out on a personal journey to read, study and most importantly, UNDERSTAND the Bible. I have opened myself up and have prayed for a better understanding of his word. I have even started a three year Bible course through Faith Bible Institute. “

Recently during church service, the light bulb came on, and something that has been bothering me for years, became clear. THANK YOU, PASTOR CHAD WOOD!

Over the years, I have been to several churches where members would speak in tongue. I grew up in a Baptist church and I had never seen this happen before. I know speaking in tongues is in the Bible, but I thought it was a gift from God and rarely given. When talking in tongue would occur, I did not know whether to believe it or not. Part of me felt guilty, I did not want to believe that someone would fake this. One the other hand, I realize there are people that would do that to draw attention to their selves or to draw attention away from what is being taught by the Pastor. One time I attended a church, where many of its members talked in tongues at the same time. That was the last time I went to that church.

Now, I am going to share with you what I learned today about speaking in tongue. I pray I explain it as well as Pastor Chad, and I do not come off like a blabbering idiot.

For anyone who speaks in a tongue does not speak to people but to God. Indeed, no one understands them; they utter mysteries by the Spirit. But the one who prophesies speaks to people for their strengthening, encouraging and comfort. Anyone who speaks in a tongue edifies themselves, but the one who prophesies edifies the church. 1 Corinthians 14:2-4 NIV

When someone is speaking in tongue, he is not speaking to man, he is communicating with God. Speaking in tongue is never addressed to man. Speaking in tongue must be done in order, not chaos. This I understand from Verses 27-28. If anyone speaks in a tongue, two-or at the most three- should speak, one at a time and someone must interpret. If there is no interpreter, the speaker should keep quiet in the church and speak to himself and to God. NIV

Let’s go back for a moment. Remember when I mentioned the church where many of the members spoke in tongue? 1 Corinthians 14:23 NIV explains how I felt. So if the whole church comes together and everyone speaks in tongues, and inquirers or unbelievers come in, will they not say that you are out of your mind?

Tongues will never be used for the preaching of the gospel. It is a gift for praising, giving thanks and singing unto God. This is confirmed in verses 14-17 NIV. For if I pray in a tongue, my spirit prays, but my mind is unfruitful. So, what shall I do? I will pray with my spirit, but I will also pray with my understanding; I will sing with my spirit, but I will also sing with my understanding. Otherwise, when you are praising God in the Spirit, how can someone else, who is now put in the position of an inquirer, say Amen to your thanksgiving, since they do not know what you are saying? You are giving thanks well enough, but no one else is edified. For me to better understand this idea, I looked up the definition of edified. This word means to instruct someone in a way that enlightens them or uplifts them morally. spiritually or intellectually. In other words, without an interpreter, speaking in tongue ALOUD does nothing for the church but cause distraction.

The most important part that I got out of this teaching, came from verse 1. Follow the way of love and eagerly desire gifts of the Spirit, ESPECIALLY PROPHECY. Prophecy is not predicting the future. The Bible has already done that for us. Prophesying is sharing the word of God, your experiences with God, all in the hope that you can help others and convince lost souls to accept Jesus Christ as their Savior.

I have to agree with Paul in what he wrote in 1 Corinthians 14:19. But in the church, I would rather speak five intelligible words to instruct other than ten thousand words in a tongue.

You Find What You Look For

Why is it that we focus on the negative things in life? One must endure the bad to appreciate the good. We might be enduring the bad things happening in our life but are we appreciating the good things in our life?

We are so busy looking for what is wrong in the world, we miss what is right and beautiful.

A stranger holding or opening a door for you, we mumble a thank you and go on our way. We just witnessed first hand kindness from mankind. But, we complain there are no good people left in the world.

We gaze at the brilliant colors of the sun rising and setting. We awww at a full moon, But we swear the world is a dark place.

Look for the beautiful and miraculous things that happen around you. Let them fill your mind and heart. If you can do that there will be no room to harbor negativity.

When you make this a daily routine, I promise you will realize that there is more good because you will actually be looking for it.


I hear their whispers and I see their posts. 2020 is one of the worst years in their lives. Should I be ashamed? Should I hang my head and my mouth closed? Should I hide my joy so others won’t see? 2020 has been filled with plentiful blessings and miraculous miracles for me and my family.  

Walking through the door and down the aisle of the church I now call home, I have put him in control and my life is filled with peace and joy.

My child that grew up and I let slip away, is back in my arms where she belongs. 

My child diagnosed with cancer and Praise to God Almighty for the beautiful word “CURABLE.”

The birth of twins, born to soon. Prayer warriors and blessed friends and family prayed continuously and now they are thriving and growing strong.

My marriage to the man that made me believe in love again. We had given up on companionship. With our faith in God and in each other, we came together, and together we will battle, love and stand as one.

God blessed 2020

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