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January 18 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 1-3
Key Verse – Exodus 1:20 Therefore God dealt well with the midwives: and the people multiplied, and waxed very mighty.
HEART THAT TRUSTS GOD WHO DEALS WELL WITH US
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His salvation-gift
Since He brought us out from sin’s bondage of condemnation’s rift
By the strength of His hand upon love’s uplift
So that we can enjoy His blessings, and from Him never to drift.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His redemption-forgiveness
Since He regenerated us through the Spirit’s powerful steadfastness
By the work of His might along His graciousness
So that we can walk along His paths of holiness.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His justification-compassion
Since He pardoned us from our hell-bound sinfulness and transgression
By the wisdom of His judgement with truth’s vision
So that we can journey toward participation in His great commission.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His conversion-fulfillment
Since He separated us from iniquity’s eternal defilement
By the efficacy of His blood atonement
So that we can rest in His peace-bestowment.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His adoption-sealing
Since He made us His children to stay in His divine dwelling
By the virtue of His everlasting calling
So that we can worship Him with sweet fellowship in prayer-kneeling.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His transformation-authority
Since He revealed to us His principles of growth through His Word’s infallibility
By the teachings of His doctrines of Biblical purity
So that we can mature in the faith while abiding in His service-security.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His exaltation-fame
Since He instilled in us His ways along humility’s flame
By the inspiration of His example through servanthood-claim
So that we can become Christlike by His virtues with no shame.
January 18, 2026
We are family,
With different parts, different arts
Different stances, different hearts.
Different functions, different views
Different strengths, of different hues.
Different gifts and aptitudes
Different sizes and attitudes.
Different opinions and different passions
Different childhoods and different fashions.
Different skin, different hair
Different voices and different stares.
Different laughs and different cries
Different anger and different eyes.
Different wealth and different ages
Different minds in different stages.
Different holdings and different power
Are yours and mine and ours.
We are family,
With one life, one season to bloom
One fragrance, one span from the womb.
One “now” one chance to make amends
One mist, one term to cherish friends.
One “carpe diem” (one seize the day)
One chance to grow, one hand to play.
One privileged game, one strategy picking
One time to shine, one game clock ticking.
One unity shared, one harmony sung
One melody hummed, one use of the tongue.
One hand to uplift, one journey we take
One taste you leave, one cake you bake.
One glorious day, one life to bless
One chance every day, one love to finesse.
One hope, one April shower
Is yours and mine and ours.
Time strokes the wrinkled canvas,
the ancient spider in twilight hour
weaves the senility web,
the empty eyes wander in the wasteland.
The hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss.
The face morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in the snapshot
of the narcissist impulse congealed
in the portrait I make of me.
It’s made of latent lattice of delicate design,
lines on lines contour my body.
The vibrant epitome of expression align
with the pattern of unique look personified.
An insular captive of my mental making,
I’m an inimitable loner within me,
defined by the entrenched essence singular,
scared to face the crowded world.
I get driven by the self-obsessed urge
to uplift my sagging morale,
clothe the portrait with an apposite attire.
I open the sparse closet to select a T-shirt
with the walking punchline
“Be Brave, Be You” inscribed bold.
It makes a simple style statement
for me coming out of the lonesome shell.
My Child My Child by Laura Delacroix
As I stand under the large Willow Tree
with outstretched arms in case you need me
Wasn't it yesterday when you were so small
Now you stand up so tall
I see you stand there with your head hung low
Just waiting for the next hurting blow
How can I explain the pain wont last
you need to look up and forget the past
I sit and watch the pain on your face
wishing I could just take your place
When I see that you are in despair
and that you really don't even care
I remember you up in that tree
peeking through so you can see me
It seems as though clouds block your view
you think that nobody cares or loves you
But my child you see I have loved you since before you were born
but I truly can see how you are torn
But listen to me child this is only a part
You have your whole life ahead
this is just a small start
If you believe in yourself half as much as I believe in you
you could see through the clouds there is so much left to do
What is it child you are hiding from
Reach Out Reach Out and grasp for the sun
The world awaits for you to explore
all you need to do is open that door
Now climb down child into my open arms
I cannot shield you from the worlds harm
What I can offer is to cradle you like when you were small
Let God raise you up so you can stand tall
I cherish the times I see you smile
I haven't seen that in awhile
They say you have to accept the things you cannot change
i just have no idea how to re-arrange
the way my heart hurts while when you are in pain
I know your potential and what you have to gain
So please my child raise your head high
uplift your arms up to the sky
Please tell your mom you will be ok
that you can see the light of a brand new day
Just close your eyes and see me
standing there under the big willow tree
Ready to catch you if you may fall
praying to God you can just stand tall
Just face your fears that's all you can do
and remember I will always love you
I might not be the mom of the year
but know my child I will always be here
Now come my child pull yourself out of those clouds
when you do we will all be so proud
Happy is what we want you to be
as you are up there in that big Willow tree
look down look down and your loved ones you will see......
I had a friend many years ago who always said Happy Thanksgiven.
We all smiled at her malapropism…and she was immediately forgiven.
Many years have passed and this friend has long since left my sight
but when I consider what today means…I now think…
she was right.
Every other holiday we celebrate…though they certainly uplift
has become less about the meaning of that day…
and more about the gifts.
That’s what makes Thanksgiving special…more familial…less stressed.
That’s what makes Thanksgiving…different from the rest.
In a society that can be harried, fast paced
and often excess driven
today is a great day to contemplate and be thankful
for all the gifts we have been given.
Not the gifts that we unwrap…from boxes we throw away
but the gifts that we’ve been given
that are with us every day.
Gifts that make life special…gifts that never end
like sitting around a table with family and friends.
Coming together as a family at least one time every year
where we eat, we laugh…tell stories…
and remember those no longer here.
Gifts planted throughout our lives that continuously bloom…
Gifts we see on the faces of everybody in the room.
As we watch our children…now grown up…
we laugh and smile with ease
remembering how it used to feel
when they sat upon our knees.
Thanksgiving reminds us to cherish these moments
knowing they will not last long
a reminder of what holds a family together…
of what what makes a family strong.
That’s what makes Thanksgiving special…
that’s why families amass
because we know the best path into the future…
is by linking to our past.
Seems my old friend was right all along…
she need not ever be forgiven
Today’s a day to say thanks….
for all the gifts we have been given.
Oh woe is me.
Life is bad.
Things are horrible.
I live in pure sad.
I drag my lethargic body
Through mire, muck and mud.
Down in the mouth always,
A true Elmer Fudd.
All things are terrible.
I feel ugly and sick.
You cannot help or uplift me.
My brain skull is thick.
I focus on all bad things I know.
Life is full of meaningful powerful woe.
Oh woe is me. The days are brutally long.
Come back here, I want to sing my death song.
In spite of your realization, there is simply no gray.
Life is horrible and bad, ridiculously ugly and sad.
My friends are all gone, they have all run away.
In my world anyway, things are awful and bad.
Death comes much too soon like an awkward think;
Expect to live now in the space called here;
Calm feels day's high noon ere some broken brink;
Art charms fine allow in fond times right here.
Yield heart and body to soul's warm embrace.
Feel all things that come despite the disguise;
Ripe moments briefly inspire a sure face;
Align your life's sum and live each surprise.
Cheer has a sure way of telling your tale;
Truth blossoms wise choice as flowers now bloom;
Use authentic play to uplift things stale;
Reap clear, mindful voice as love transcends gloom.
Enter calm and bold the journey pathway;
See friendly death hold peace beyond decay.
Leon Enriquez
14 May 2014
Singapore
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I was taught not to love me.
I was to love everyone else.
Strangers even, but not myself.
It was drilled into my head in all possible directions.
The message was to let everyone else win.
To let them achieve, to encourage and uplift.
But not me, never me.
It was not to be.
It was not the way “we” do things.
When I became a mother, I decided to change the script.
I raised my children to love themselves.
I showed them how to give their brains positive self-talk.
I taught them what I had never been taught.
I raised three assertive women who love themselves.
They are not braggadocio.
They are not pompous or arrogant.
They are self-sufficient, hard-working and confident.
They respect themselves.
I love myself for this achievement.
Come here and sit still:
Relax with fond will,
Feel deep inner thrill.
Start with your heart:
Feel surge of fine art,
Love shapes words that start.
Let purpose move mind:
Greet beauty you find,
Keep your clear thoughts kind.
Work as finesse crafts:
Let your soul now draft,
Live your poignant stuff.
Create sheer oomph and ooze:
Sip that precious booze,
Awake from warm snooze.
Soul works well desire:
Know how love inspires,
Breathe in fluid flux fire.
Dare then to excel:
Your talent now spells,
Live just what you dwell.
Craft with clear focus:
Glimpse your grand locus,
Zap hocus-pocus.
Your work is your gift:
Dare work to uplift,
Clear ideas you sift.
Breeze through pleasure-pain:
Go beyond mere gain,
Let your words speak plain.
Have fun each new day:
Dare dream what you pay,
Live well your own play.
Mind is the road high:
Consciousness knows why,
Thoughts shape poise you sigh.
Here for a short while:
Love is the best style,
Breathe with sparkling smile.
Leon Enriquez
08 December 2017
Singapore