A Warrior's Prayers

A WARRIOR'S PRAYERS


Many years ago I heard this story in a Women's Bible Study.....I reflect on it from time to time.  It never left my heart.  I want to share it with you now.

There was this lady, she loved to pray for others.  She prayed all the time and was known for it by everyone.  She was a humble and a loving woman. 
Quiet in her ways and full of grace. 

Some years had past, she got weak and sick. 

She passed on and went to be with The One she talked to so very much in her prayers. 

                          

Many showed up at the funeral to pay their respect and honor the life she lived that touched so many hearts.  Some time after the funeral the daughter went to her mom's house to start organizing her mother's things.  When she got there she lingered at the pictures in frames her mom had of the family on the wall in the living room. 

Then she begin to notice, pictures not in frames, of other people, many she didn't know at all.  They lined the hallway wall and went in the direction of her mom's bedroom. 
This made her very courious.  
She looked at each one until she came to her mom's bedroom door.  The door was closed. 
She gently opend it and slowly went inside. 
 All along the walls were pictures, none in frames, on the walls held up with stick pins. 

Post it notes everywhere with people's name on them as well.  With notes that said, "pray for healing," pray for sick child," pray for finances," Pray for..... and on and on...These pictures and notes were on all 4 walls of her mom's bedroom.  
She looked at them all in amazement. 


Her eyes fell down on the table beside the bed and there laid her mother's Bible. 
Then she looked down at the floor with tears in her eyes and her breath caught in her throat at what she saw next.  She grabed her mouth in astonishment. 

There, on the floor, beside the bed, deep within the floor, were two well worn grooves. 
She bent down to feel them with her hands.  They were oval shaped and very smooth.  
Hot tears sprang to her eyes in deep emotion as she realized how those grooves were made!  "She cried out, "Oh My God, Who Will Take Her Place?!" 
In her heart she heard Him say, "You will My Child."     

She instantly put her own 2 knees in those well worn grooves in a kneeling position...
she noticed her knees fit perfectly and she begin to pray............

My Friends never stop praying....never stop doing good. Love one another as Christ has loved you. 


Kim Wenrich
2 Corinthians 5:17
Psalm 139
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Jonathan's Walks

Jonathan's Walks

My son, Jonathan takes walks. Often 2, 3 or 4 times in a day…sometimes in the evening before dark.
At first I didn’t think anything of it. He comes to me and says, “Mom, I am going for a walk.” I say, “okay.”
For some reason I never felt I should ever say to him, “Can I go with you?”
I never felt it was meant for me to do so.

After the first week. I began to wonder, why he was going for walks so much and so often. So I asked him. “Jonathan, what are you doing when you go for these walks? Why are you going so many times?”
He said, “I spend time praying and thinking.”
I said, “Oh.” Feeling very impressed.

After a couple weeks. I got used to him going for walks. Every time, just before he would take a walk, he comes to me and will say, “Mom, I am going for a walk.” I say, “Okay.”

I have never felt the need to ask if I can join him, even before I knew what he was doing on this walks.
These walks were never meant for me.
                                             This was his time with his Lord.

I never said a word to my husband.
He is gone most the time, trucking. So when he is home…we spend time with him as much as we can. One evening, he came home and noticed Jonathan was not in the house. He asked, “Where is the boy?”
I said, “He went for a walk with Jesus.”

Then I looked over at my husband and saw tears running down his cheeks.
I got a little concerned and said, “What is wrong?”
He said, “What you just said, really entered my heart and touched me.”
“What a precious time, our son is having with Jesus.”
I thought on that a minute as well.

These walks have been going on for Jonathan since he got home from the Youth Mission Trip he went on with his church group.
That was in the middle of June.

He has not missed a day of Walking with Jesus since then. I notice sometimes…some of his walks are quick ones and sometimes he seems to be gone a long time. Sometimes he goes one time a day and sometimes I have seen him go as many as 4 times, even in the middle of a triple degree heat wave.
I guess it is a matter of the heart.

I pray for him when he goes. When he comes to me and says, “Mom, I’m going for a walk.”
I begin to pray in my heart as soon as I hear the door shut. I continue to pray for him, until he returns.

Today…I was thinking about all this…His walks.
 I thought about the scripture in the Bible that states…If we draw near to Him, He draws near to us.
James 4:8.
I am certain, God loves these times with Jonathan.
Jonathan is taking a walk and expecting time with Him.

Giving Him personal and deep details of his heart
to the One he loves and trusts with everything that concerns him.

I thought back today about that story in the Bible…The Walk to Emmaus.
Luke 24:13-35. What a beautiful story.

The 2 men were walking that day to a village called Emmaus.
Discussing the recent events of Jesus.



Vs. 15 as they conversed, Jesus Himself drew near and went with them.

As they came near to their destination.
They asked him to go their house and eat with them, rest and talk further.

As the sat at the table to eat and Jesus took the bread, blessed it and broke it to give to them…their eyes became open to just who He is. They did not know, the One they were talking about on that road was the One with them.


When their eyes became open to the truth and they realized this man at their table was not just any ordinary man… they were astonished. Then He vanished from their sight.
They turned to one another and said…”Did not our heart burn within us while He talked with us on the road, and while He opened the Scriptures to us?”

My Friends, Jesus has not changed. He is the same, yesterday, today and forever. Hebrews 13:8.
Let us take the example of these 2 men in the Word.
Let us take the example of my 16 year old son.
Let us take a walk with the Lord and let our hearts burn within us, as His truth is revealed!

Kim Wenrich
Psalm 139
2 Corinthian 5:17
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You Are My Everything!

        


I am captivated by This Love I feel between us, that Love between our hearts.
You know me well and I live my life through You…

You tell me how beautiful I am. You tell my heart, how I am so very much loved and cared for.

You spoke to my heart…“I delight in you and the story of your life is written on My heart for My Great Purposes.”

 I cry out with groans only You can understand.
Even in the whispers of my heart, that only Your ears will hear…
You hear the words in my heart that are meant only for you…
words that can’t escape past my lips…
for those belong to no one but You…
Those words are jewels to You and You treasure them all!

I am raptured in your tender care and in strength You alone give me…
You are the One that makes me able to always call upon Your name.

When I am in Joy…the bubbles of gladness gather within me and I burst out in laughter in Your good pleasures!

                                              


  We share my life together. We laugh, we cry…we talk.
I am drawn to Your Presence…I know the value of this and each time my breath  catches within me with anticipation in spending time with You.

As I draw close to You…You draw me even closer.

I fall in love with You more...





          
Your Beautiful, Precious Spirit penetrates my heart and floods everything within me.

                                                       
                         You refresh me…Your words are The Breath of Life.

When I spend time with you…I come away, standing!

Sometimes, I dance…The dance starts in my heart and works its way out to my feet.   I rejoice in Your goodness!





          Your arms stay open for me in all seasons of my life….You receive me.
                                                          

You desire to be Everything to me. I am so grateful!

You Look into my heart and search out my motives and bless me accordingly.

In You I Move and I Wait…In You, I Hear and am stirred....

when I spend time with You…

learning and experiencing those things that are deep upon deep.

                                My heart burns within me…I am not the same…

                                You are constantly with me and never leave me…

You stay with me and You do not condemn me.

For there is no condemnation for those that belong to You.

You are…In the place that is meant for You to be…in my Heart. Active, alive, teaching and leading…showing me the Heart of God in all seasons of my life.


Psalms 139
2 Corinthians 5:17
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When I am afraid, I will trust in Him

                                                

 When I am afraid…I will trust in Him




                        “God” I say in a tiny whisper…I need you…I am afraid.

                    Tears roll down my checks. My heart, aching to feel His touch.
                                      To calm the storms around my life.

He knows…I am afraid. He quickly stands,

after I call to Him and says to the things in my life….”Be Still.”

                         But what happens is deeper…my heart begins to Be Still too.

                         My mind settles on thoughts of His love and care for me.          
                   I take a moment and rest in this miracle…that no man can do for me.

I can not see Him with my eyes…But I feel Him in my heart.
I feel His touch into the deepest parts of my being.

Nothing can take those places…there is no room for anything else.
Those places belong to Him only.

                                    

                                                    

No intruders, allowed. I call to Him and Him alone.




He rescues me from all my troubles and lifts me to higher grounds. 

He is my Shelter and my Refuge.

I am safe with Him. 

                                                                                                                                                                                          

When I call out to my Lord, in a whisper or in a loud cry, even if I just say His name… He is with me.

                                         As I draw near to Him…He runs to me!
                      

God I am giving You the weakest and most fragile parts of myself.

I am trusting You with my life.

With the things that concern my heart.

The things that weigh heavy on my mind, in the night.

You Oh God, in You, I do put my trust.

I think of You, My God and I am overwhelmed with The Love that You are for me.
I understand that this kind of overwhelmed feelings is not like the world.
This overwhelmed feeling is not of this earth and connects me deeply with The Heart of My God.

                                                                                                           


I fall to my knees in His attainable overwhelming presence
and He captures me.

That is the place I want to be.

Nothing can separate me from Your Love.

You refresh me and quicken my spirit.
 I am able to arise and pursue the day, with You by my side, lighting my path and watching my footsteps.

You call me Your daughter. I call you My Father.
I whisper Your name…”Father.”
You answer me…”My Daughter.” But when You say my name…it is with such complete acceptance and love….when You speak my name, it is said with Your Perfect Love for me. “Kim, My Daughter.”
To hear your heart like this, forever changes mine. I am ruined to hear my name in any other tone.
I can not ever be the same again.

I say to You My God, “When I am afraid, I will trust in You.”

When you are afraid, who do you trust?

It is so hard to trust someone with deep feelings such of these. God can do what no man can.

Kim Wenrich

Psalm 139

2 Corinthians 5:17

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Heart of Stone

                      





HEART OF STONE

I want to share a story I came across…I don’t know who wrote it.
This story changed how I speak to my son and to those God places into my life.
I make sure that I am speaking blessings into their lives and hearts.

Words give life. Words take life away. Words make the heart stone hard. Words make the heart soft and tender. What you speak to another’s heart, makes a difference…bad or good, they make a difference.

What do we speak to our children? What do we say to their hearts?
How about those people He places in our lives? What do we say to their hearts?
Are we blessing others?

These questions matter. They matter to the people God put in your life.
They matter to Him.

Think of your Heavenly Father, how does His Spirit speak to you?
I know for a fact, He is a life giver. He restores and blesses.
He is a heart healer. He is Love.

His Spirit makes it possible for us, to be like Him.

After you read this story…I give you a challenge. Speak good things to others, to your children…to those who will come onto your path this week.
Speaking kind words, uplifting words, good words…those are blessings.
Ask God to open the eyes of your heart, to see, what those words you speak does to those hearts.
Watch and see that the Lord is good.


Blessings or Curses



Once there was a young boy who lived with his father in a cottage deep in the forest. His father worked him hard from sunrise to sunset and still almost every evening he would hear his father say the same thing: “Poor me! I will die a sad old man because you are a fool and will never amount to anything.”


But the boy was not a fool he showed a lot of wisdom for his age and had a generous heart. One day, after helping an old widow stack some wood, he was about to go home when she stopped him, placed her hand on his head and said,    
                    “You are a reflection of the face of God."
                        

        

          

"The world is brighter for the joy you have given me this day. I bless you my child!”


The boy stepped back, amazed: “What was that?”
“Why, it was a blessing my child! Haven’t you ever received a blessing?”
Back at home he asked,: “Papa? Why do you curse me? Why do you not bless me?”

“What a ridiculous question! Because it is against my nature to bless and I will not do what feels so unnatural to me. What a ridiculous question. Poor me! I will die a sad old man because you are a fool and will never amount to anything.”                   

                         

“Oh.” said the boy, and he felt sorry for his father, but that night he decided that no matter how uncomfortable it felt, he would become the kind of person who blessed others. And so he did.


The boy grew to be a man, left the forest and built a home for himself in the meadowlands. In time he had a family of his own. He was still haunted by the curses of his father, and it would make him sad for days at a time, but he had decided to bless, so even though he felt sad, almost every evening, he would call one of his children to himself, lay his hand upon their head and speak these words: “You are a reflection of the face of God. The world is brighter for the joy you give me this day. I bless you my child.”


One night he had a dream in which he saw his father and heard him saying over and over: “Poor me! I will die a sad old man because you are a fool and will never amount to anything.”


It upset him so much he woke up, got out of bed, and went out into the backyard. He stood there by the trees in the moonlight and was so angry his hands became fists as he spoke out loud to the wind: “What’s the point in being someone who blesses? I’m still so haunted by these curses of my father! Well, maybe I should curse as well!”

And he kicked the ground as hard as he could which shook loose a stone. He picked it up to throw and just then the wind became very strong and he thought he heard a voice: “Do not discard your father’s heart!”

“Who are you?”

“I am the Father of every son and daughter and I tell you, the stone you hold in your hand is like the condition of your father’s heart!”


He looked at the rock. He could tell it was badly misshapen, that it had broken off from a larger rock and had many cracks and flaws.



Again the voice: “You can try to change this rock. You can press it until your fingers bleed, but you will not succeed in changing it! Neither will you succeed in changing the heart of your father by force or manipulation. Hold your father’s heart gently within your own and pray for him. You have no idea what forces shaped this rock. Neither do you know the forces that shaped the heart of your father. Hold your father’s heart gently within your own and pray for him.”


“When did his heart become like this?”


“When he chose to curse instead of bless. But do not become proud…Your heart would look just like this, if I had not blessed you as a child.”


“I only remember the old woman.”


“The voice was hers, but the words were Mine.”


“I bless every one of my children. But I never force them to bless in return. In eternity you will have no questions. For now, it is enough that you decide to bless and not curse.”


“Father of every son and daughter, bless my father.”


And as soon as he spoke these words, the wind died down and everything became peaceful in the countryside and in the heart of the young man. He went back inside, put the rock in a safe place, laid down and went right to sleep. He had the best nights sleep he’d had for a long time. And from then on whenever he recalled one of the curses of his father, he genuinely prayed a blessing on his father, and in time began to experience true healing and a strong peace within.


One evening there was a knock on the front door

 and as he had raised his children to do, they welcomed in a blind beggar, sat him down at the kitchen table, and gave him some food to eat. The young man walked in and immediately recognized it was his own father. But he didn’t reveal his own identity. He listened to the old man speak. And the old man talked about how his son abandoned him, how he had lost his eyesight, and how he’d been forced to beg in a world where life was hard. Just then his son spoke up: “Grandfather! You’re welcome to stay here with us!”


“But I have no money to pay you.”


“Oh, we don’t need any money; all we ask is that as long as you stay with us, you speak only blessings.--What’s the matter?”


“It…it’s against my nature to bless!”


“Grandfather, I can tell by your hands that you have worked your whole life. So, begging must be against your nature as well, but see, it has brought you here to us!”


The old man couldn’t argue this point, so he agreed to stay, but it was weeks before he spoke a word-it was so against his nature to bless. When he finally did, you could hardly hear him: “What’s that Grandfather?”


“I said, bless you for taking an old man in from the cold. I wish my son had turned out like you, but he was a fool and….”


“Ah! Grandfather, only blessings!”


“Well, I wish my son had turned out like you! Bless you!”


Wasn’t bad for a first blessing! And a week later he spoke another one and it was a little smoother. And the next day he spoke two-and they were a lot smoother. Then he began to bless every day--many times in a day. He really got into it! You could say that blessing became…second nature to him.

And the more he blessed, the more he smiled. And the more he smiled the more his face softened. And the more his face softened, the more his heart softened and the more his heart softened, the more joy he began to experience; a different kind of joy than he had known before.

They lived happily for years until one winter the old man fell ill and was near death. As his breathing grew labored, his son sat on the bedside and asked: “Grandfather, is there anything I can get for you?”


“No one can bring me what I most need at this hour.”


“Please Grandfather, anything! What would you like?”


“I should like to see my own son once more to give him my blessing. As he was growing I gave only curses. I told him it was against my nature to bless. And, as you can see, I have learned to bless too late…”


Then his son leaned closer and whispered: “Papa! Papa it’s me, your own son…I am here! It is not too late! God has seen fit to bring us together these last years…It’s not too late! I’m here…I’m here!”


And they embraced.

A moment later the old man straightened up, stretched out a trembling hand, laid it upon his son’s head, and spoke these words: “You are a reflection of the face of God. Though I cannot see you with my eyes, I see you with my heart and the mercy you have shown me these past years is like a brilliant light, dispelling all shadow as I pass from time into eternity. I will die a happy, happy old man, because I have learned to bless and so….my son…I…Bless you.”

                                         
And with these words, his hand fell back down to his chest and he died with this beautiful smile on his face. Later that night the young man took the stone out of the place he had put it years before and he sat at the kitchen table by candlelight.
Turning it over and over in his hands, a single tear fell onto the rock and it split in two.                                          

                                

Inside was a priceless stone; smooth to the touch and sparkling in beauty.

                                       

Just then the wind became very strong outside and he got up to close the shutter, but then again he heard the ancient voice: “Eternity shines brighter for the joy you bring Me this day. And I bless you My child.”

Then the wind died down and everything became peaceful in the countryside and in the heart of the young man.

Author unknown
Romans 12:14  ...bless and do not curse
Luke 6:28  Bless those who curse you and pray for those who spitefully use you.



Kim Wenrich
1 Corinthians 5:17
Psalm 139
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More Than A Song

MORE THAN A SONG

I have been feeling The Lord move on my heart to write a new story for you all.

I have been praying and asking His covering over it and to reveal to my heart what He wanted me to write. To bless me with His words, so that He may be honored in my writing for Him. I have asked Him to bless your hearts in your reading of this, so that you may know how much He loves you and cares for you. So you may know how precious you are to Him.

This story came to my mind, during a conversation I was having with my husband. As I retold him this story…I could feel the full impact of the working of the Holy Spirit in this and I began to weep. Feeling the raw touch of my Lord still on my heart as if it all just happened yesterday.


This is a true story. It really happened.

First let me set the stage and give you a little history that leads to what happened.

Some years ago, I was director and teacher for The Children’s ministry at a Church we were attending for years. This ministry was for the children that were 3, 4, 5 and K’s. There were upwards of about 150 children at times. We had a wonderful ministry team as well. Their hearts were so pure and so full of joy for these children. God really blessed this ministry with so much goodness. We would all look forward to Sunday, just to be with the children and teach them God’s great stories and show Jesus love to them.

I had decided with prayer, to add worship to the morning. Taking time, to gather all the children together to sing a few songs to Jesus. The team leaders were on board. So we went right into praying and planning together.

I particularly took “great pride” in this. I was so excited and couldn’t wait for our first gathering to sing to God with the children.

That first Sunday was arriving soon. I had let everyone know, what songs we would sing, so they could prepare as well…I had the music picked out and the cd player ready at the door of my home…to grab as I went out that Sunday morning. I had envisioned how we would all meet in the huge foyer and get in a big circle holding tiny hands and singing to Him with our whole hearts.

After story and craft time…it was time to get everyone together…

As we got the children out in the Foyer and we all got in our circle and held hands…we said a little prayer and then we were ready to sing…

But there was no music, no cd player….I forgot it all. It was all still sitting inside the door of my house.

I was upset with myself. I said to the leaders, “I forgot the music and the music player!”

I said in my heart, “God I can not believe I did this! After all this planning for them to sing in worship to You, I forgot the music!”

One of the leaders said to me, “Kim, what do you want to do now?”

I said, “We will sing….Jesus Loves Me.”

As I said that, I looked at the faces of those little ones and saw pure joy on each tiny face as they heard me announce that song.
                                                                     

                                                                     
                                               Smiles lit up everywhere!                                           

They sang that song with their whole hearts….pouring out the words like sweet honey. Joy began to fill each of us as those little babes sang with their whole hearts. They got louder and louder with each verse! All in unison! Oh how beautiful they sounded!

All at once, I heard Him…right in the middle of their song…
                                                                         ”I accept their worship.” 

                                                 

                                                                                          
                                                                                    
              
I said, “Yes Lord.” “I understand.”

Later, our Youth Pastor came to me and told me he could hear them little voices singing all the way in the gym where the elementary kids were. He said they sounded so beautiful…that everyone just suddenly stood still and quite to listen. There were 300 kids his group! And they all were quite to hear the little ones sing to our Great God! Do you understand this?!? 300 elementary children, stood still and quite to hear the singing of babes!

I gave that a lot of thought later, when I got home…

I reflected on how loud the elementary kids always are…in everything they did in their “church time” with the Youth Pastor. The only time they were usually quite was during the time the Pastor was telling them their lesson. Even then, we could hear them all in our classes. We always heard the elementary kids. We just learned to tune them out. But that day…I remembered, there was an unusual quietness, during the time the little ones sang Jesus Loves Me with their whole hearts!

When the complete understanding of that morning dawned into my heart…I became so overwhelmed by it all, I fell to my knees in humble awe and thankfulness of God’s beauty in it all and the sweet lesson He taught my heart.     

                                    


                                   God taught me a lot that day! I will never forget it.

                                                        
                                 I never did use that music or that cd player after that.

Kim Wenrich
 Psalms 139
2 Corinthians 5:17
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