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Have I finished my course as a missionary? Maybe, as far as overseas trips, but I believe that all Christians can be missionaries in their homes, work places, and communities.
If you are alive and breathing God has a purpose for you; one that is unique, just for you to fulfill.
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." (Eccl 3:1)
Faye describes the time following her traumatic brain injury, as "walking through Shadowland, a place of ashes." Only a word from God could restore her hope.
"A STONE FOUND I"
Say I to the Spirit, into my garden I go.
To sat in the warmth of the late afternoon sun!
So to my garden go I
Picking up the lawn chair, sitting it in a spot
Too much shade in my garden
The late afternoon sun making shadows in the garden.
In the only sunshine, I placed the chair
There the late sunlight filtering through the trees.
Did the Spirit lead me to this isolated, barren,
Without grass corner of my garden
For there I found a treasure, lying on the ground
A treasure untold, so cold
I found a stone
The top was faded
The other side pink
As I removed it from it’s resting place
Covered all with dirt
Into the house carried I this treasure
Found I in my garden that day
Loosely with my fingers
To prevent the dirt from my hands.
Into the bathroom
Under the cool clean water
Held I this treasure
And much to my surprise
As the dirt washed swiftly down the drain
with the rubbing of my fingers
on the clinging soil.
A beauty unfolded
To the amazement of my eyes
There beneath the dirt washed clean by the water and scrubbing
A beautiful clear pink stone, a treasure
That never would I have found
Had I not taken time, to retrieve
The faded stone from my garden that day.
And bringing it home
Washing it with water, scrubbing with friction
Making it clean.
And we are like this stone
Just another part of this world
This world of cares, troubles and woes
But, Jesus takes us washing us with the washing of the Word
Rubbing us with trails and tribulations
Preparing us to be jewels in a crown.
In this world you will have trouble, but take heart! I have overcome the world. (John,16:33)
Cleansing her by the washing with water through the word. (Eph 5:25)
A short time later I went and looked at the stone, and it was not as pink as It was right after the washing.
So Lord my prayer is that you will wash me constantly with your Word, filling me with your Holy Spirit so I will be a fresh and clean vessel Fit to be placed in my master’s House, a vessel of honor.
Jesus found me one day in the garden of the world, dirty with sin, and in need of washing. He washed me clean with His own blood shed on Calvary; for my sins and yours, and the sins of the whole World.
As I lay down to sleep that night it brought to my memory of a place of Hidden treasure on the farm where I grew up. I was my secret place in the Pasture under a tree close to the fence I had made a map, marking it off With steps, a hole that I made and placed stones and rocks of different Sizes and shapes. My stone treasure.
Jesus Is Lord!
Faye Nunnelee Byrd