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It’s Raining His Tears

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It’s raining
I hear His small, still voice
I’m crying for my nations
I’m crying, it’s My choice

I’m crying, you won’t listen
I’m crying, you’ve left My side
I’m crying, no one seems to care
Look, My arms are open wide

These tears are shed for many
The lost, the sick, those in pain
The rain, it is getting heavier
Don’t let My love, My love, wane

The rainbow has been hidden
These tears, I cry for you
I’m crying to cleanse all who are dying
I’m crying, let Me wash you anew

The falling drops, they lessen
But My tears will continue to fall
Fall until you grasp these words
Don’t hide your heart behind fear’s wall

Let these tears, let them take away
All that is holding you back
May they bring fresh love, peace and sweet joy
And in Me, fulfill all you lack

© 2017 Liana Wendy Howarth

He Bottles Our Tears

He Bottles Our Tears

They cost us nothing; but cost Him everything

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These are gifts from our Heavenly Father

Nothing we can do; but receive them with thanksgiving and obedience

Love … Forgiveness … Joy … Peace

Freedom … Eternal life … Death of old life

Redemption … Salvation

Mercy … Grace

Hope … Compassion

Repentance … Yes, even repentance

Faith … The precious wonder of this priceless gift

Daily blessings

Trials … The heat of the furnace … The hotter, the more it hurts, the more humble we become

Ready to serve

To love even more

Yes, everything is from God

Everything

Our lives are definitely in His hands

Surrendered to Jesus?  Praise God

May your love for Him intensify each and every day

Or are you struggling intensely with internal strife?

At the crossroads and you must move forth?

Choose life

Choose Jesus

The beautiful gateway … the open door … eternal freedom … eternal love

He is calling you today

Frightened of surrender?

Surrender is not giving yourself to a life of bondage

With Christianity, surrender is freedom

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ARE YOU SUFFERING IN ANY WAY RIGHT NOW?

May God bless all who read this and may the Truth prevail in your life

May you rest in His perfect love for you

May you feel His compassion flow in and through you

May His great mercies manifest in your life today

May your wanderings from fear, hopelessness and anguish be gone

In Jesus Name.  Amen

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Call out to Him.

He will answer every prayer lifted up … unable to speak … don’t know what to say?

He will give you the words

Maybe you can’t hear them; but they’re there and He can

Each prayer lifted up with genuine tears

Every tear tells a story

Maybe you cannot cry anymore for your tears have flooded your life for so long

He will hear each broken heart – for every broken heart cries unseen tears within

And every broken heart releases love with that pain

He knows

He will answer

He loves you

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Jesus saith unto him, I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me.’

John 14:6 KJV

AMIDST THE RAGING STORM (Song Lyrics)

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When there seems to be no hope in close sight
When there seems to be no end to the night
When everywhere there’s only wrong not right
Then rescue is near, don’t give up the fight

Searching for peace amidst the raging storm
We draw close to our wonderful Saviour
For He is sleeping whilst we are praying
He will awaken in His sweet hour

Crushed beneath the threatening waves so dark
Floundering in confusion’s foamy froth
Remember our Father won’t lead one way
Change direction, then deliver His wrath

When there seems to be no hope in close sight
When there seems to be no end to the night
When everywhere there’s only wrong not right
Then rescue is near, don’t give up the fight

Reach up and grasp His hand of salvation
Bringing our hearts to the healing altar
Let go and let God, how often this need
It’s the only way to know who we are

Trust in the One who is Hope eternal
For ourselves and all whom we dearly love
For coming through those stormy seas
He’ll always set our feet safely above

When there seems to be no hope in close sight
When there seems to be no end to the night
When everywhere there’s only wrong not right
Then rescue is near, don’t give up the fight

© 2016 Liana Wendy Howarth

Never Give Up

Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death. I felt to share this again and maybe encourage if but one …

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Eight years ago, my beautiful mother passed away. Six years ago, my wonderful brother passed away. She was eighty, he was forty-eight. She had Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, he had Acute Myeloid Leukaemia. Neither knew the Lord when diagnosed. So I say never give up.

So many times during the course of mother’s illness, we would talk about my precious Lord. Her beliefs were scattered though and she loved anything to do with Tibet. Whenever we discussed anything to do with the Bible, she somehow managed to skirt around the topic and the subject was closed. This always happened. She was looking for something and would try anything and listen to anyone about everything. Yes, it’s important to listen to others; but not at the expense of one’s eternal life. Everything seemed like a joke. She would go to church; but was forever questioning, sometimes in the middle of a service (makes me smile now; but quite embarrassing at times).

Her illness stayed in remission for about five years. It returned. In the final couple of weeks, the questions continued. I played beautiful Christian music for her when she could no longer get out of bed. I had the Bible in audio form and jamming the repeat button, played the Psalms for her, just on low; but high enough for her too drink in God’s promises.

My Pastor’s mother visited and the questions, yes they kept coming. Still she was undecided. We showed her a plaque with “My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus”. Still she questioned. Oh! The questions. The Name of Jesus was highlighted for her in the Scripture verse. No other god, image, idol.

Suddenly the Light began to enter her understanding and I believe it was then, only a few short weeks before she died, that she finally began to stop fighting and accept and be loved by Jesus. He had opened her eyes. She questioned again, but she had changed. God’s love shone through her. She had us throw out a statue on her windowsill. A peace settled on her. On us.

Hospital then the nursing home awaited. Psalm 23 played on and on and on. It was also above her head on a beautifully carved, wooden wall hanging. The Shepherd Psalm filled her very being. She couldn’t escape it.

The day she passed was so sad and yet so peaceful. With her last breaths few and far between, (by now my Father and I believed she had gone), I whispered into her ear that Jesus loved her and so did we. All of a sudden she breathed a great breath. It was such a shock that I jumped back and her bed moved, which was a further shock as I didn’t realize that the brakes weren’t on. Such a beautifully painful death. Yet I witnessed her spirit leave. I sensed it. I sensed her life depart.

Praise God, she is with Him. All of those years causing friction, sadness, questioning, frustrations all accumulated into one glorious ending. Underneath are the Everlasting Arms.

So never give up. There is always hope. In every breath, there is hope.

My brother endured months of horrendous treatment and was in ICU for many weeks with only about eight months from diagnosis to final hour. He didn’t believe in God either and conversations between us became somewhat heated at times. Sadness prevailed.

In hospital I would try and once again bring Jesus into the discussions. Not interested. I would pray silently by his bedside when we were the only ones in his room.

Then came the call. I asked his wife to place the phone to his ear. She said he wouldn’t hear me. I spoke lovingly to him of the Lord and prayed desperately for him. All I could hear was laboured breathing. Finishing just as she came back onto the line, I praise God that I was able to witness to him, one last time.

He died. I left him with God. I just didn’t know.

But I never gave up. Nothing is impossible with God.

The Everlasting Rose

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My love, My love, take a petal from the rose
Take a petal from the rose that I gave you

Each one holds a key to the secret gift
Oh! Let Love restore the brokenness in you

The petal of hope
It’s filled with new dreams
With all of My love
Deserts into streams

The petal of joy
It’s filled with new praise
New oil to anoint
And flow through your days

The petal of peace
It’s filled with comfort
Embrace all given
My arms will support

The petal of love
What more can I say
The petal of choice
Along life’s hard way

My love, My love, take a petal from the rose
Take a petal from the rose that I gave you

Each one holds a key to the secret gift
Oh! Let Love restore the brokenness in you

Yes, there’s a petal of encouragement
A petal, soft and grand
A petal for when discouragement
Leaves a heart sunk in grief’s sand

Petals, a petal
Purity, serene
Words cannot write words
To grasp a rose, so serene

So take what I’ve given you
It’s a balm for where it hurts
Let the fragrance of the perfect rose
The fragrance of the perfect rose
Fill you deep within, so very deep within
Each petal, a rose story, red covers every sin

My love, My love, take a petal from the rose
Take a petal from the rose that I gave you

Each one holds a key to the secret gift
Oh! Let Love restore all brokenness in you

© 2016 Liana Wendy Howarth

WHAT MY FATHER DOES FOR ME (Song Lyrics)

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Well, my Father’s drawing me closer and closer
My Father’s drawing me closer and closer
My Father’s drawing me closer and closer
Closer to eternity

Yes, my Father’s pouring His peace deep within me
My Father’s pouring His peace deep within me
My Father’s pouring His peace deep within me
Deeper with each passing day

Oh! My Father’s love fills the core of my being
My Father’s love fills the core of my being
My Father’s love fills the core of my being
Filling me with heaven’s love

And my Father’s joy blossoms all through my life
My Father’s joy blossoms all through my life
My Father’s joy blossoms all through my life
Blooming for others to see

So what is my Father doing for me, for me
He gives All and demands that the darkness flee
And I must love Him till I can love no more
Love and cherish as I’ve never loved before
This is so easy if my heart, He opens
Opens so tenderly
Tenderly
Tenderly
Opens so tenderly
And heals all that was broken
Broken, broken, broken
He heals all that was broken
Healing me so perfectly
Enabling me to love Him so all can see
That is what He does for me

© 2016 Liana Wendy Howarth

The Beauty of Psalm 23

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I thank you Lord for memories
This very day, all that it holds
For every welcome tomorrow
For life itself, each breath I take
And all that You’ve given to me
You’ve blessed me with more, so much more
Than I deserve or dare to dream

’Cause when I call, You will answer
You are my heavenly Shepherd
I walk lovingly at Your side
You lay me down in pastures green
Tiny patch to broadest meadow
Beside still waters midst the storm
Dark turmoil turned to crystal stream

And Your love for me delivers
My soul is wonderfully restored
From the depths of deepest despair
You lead where no one else can go
Pure righteousness, it permeates
Peace in sight of Your rod and staff
No fear of the enemy’s scheme

My unchanging One, whom I love
You lay tables of sweet plenty
Anoint my head with precious oil
I watch, it overflows others
Immersed in goodness and mercy
Lead me forth to eternal home
Forever lost in Your eyes’ gleam

I thank you Lord for memories
This very day and all that it holds
For every welcome tomorrow
For life itself, each breath I take
And all that You’ve given to me
You’ve blessed me with more, so much more
Than I deserve or dare to dream

© 2015 Liana Wendy Howarth

Psalm 23
1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

From the Dryness of the Desert …

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From the dryness of the desert to the rifts within my heart
From the floods of falling deluge to the tears without a start
From the darkness of ailing moon to hidden depths of inner parts
Oh! Lord Your light, it pierces every shard of this well worn cart

This cart that carries every pain, every grief and every shame
This cart that travels wearily and twists and turns beneath its frame
This cart unto which the lonesome had been bound until the freedom came
And now it’s unloaded and only joy and love and peace dwell in His name

© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth

There is a River

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There is a river of love and peace
Where the healing waters flow
And when you place your feet within
Sweet blessings you will know

There is a river of joy and hope
Where the healing waters flow
And when you place your feet within
Your symptoms, they will go

There is a river which runs forever
And as it flows it whispers your name
Oh! Please, come down to the water’s edge
Take a step forward and you’ll never be the same

© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth

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