Don’t Forget~”On Eagles’ Wings” Anniversary

One year ago, “On Eagles’ Wings” came to the stage. I have such great joy in my heart when thinking of all that Yehovah did to give us that opportunity. He truly gives great delights to His children.

But I think of more than just fun and warm feelings when thinking of that day. I think of all that Yehovah taught me. The experience was full of learning opportunities, and He is the best teacher ever.

He taught me that rewarding and wonderful things in life come with more work than I’d ever imagine. I knew that making a musical wouldn’t be easy, but I had no idea of all that it would entail. Preparations for the musical became a full-time job. I couldn’t have done it without Yehovah.

He taught me that when He gives someone a mission, he will give that person all that they need for it. When it appeared that producing a musical was nothing but a silly dream, He wouldn’t let me give up. Yehovah surrounded me with wonderful people, some of whom I’d never met before, who shared their time, items, expertise, and encouragement. My family and the cast members were incredible, spending hours on the music, set, and practices. It was awesome to see. As Psalm 34 says, we lacked not any thing. Every prop and costume we needed, Yehovah gave us.

He taught me that there is nothing comparable to being His vessel. I hope that every one of Yehovah’s children could know what it feels like to be commissioned by the King of the universe to complete a certain project. It gives you a sense of dignity that is priceless. It is an honor to be His servant. If you’ve never felt that, just talk to Him about it. I’m sure He has a project for you to tackle.

He taught me how to follow His call. When I began writing the script in June 2020, I had no idea that it would actually come to the stage, or that we could find eleven actors. But I knew that He was calling me to write, and His call was a burning fire inside that wouldn’t let me rest until the play was on the stage. I’d wanted to do theater for a long time, but all other efforts had fallen flat. Yet when He told my heart that it was time, I followed His call and He poured His blessings on the work. One of the most important things a person can do is to learn how to follow when Yehovah calls.

He taught me not to forget. Think about the Exodus story. The children of Israel saw the wonders and plagues, crossed the Red Sea on dry land, saw their enemies vanquished, and saw Yehovah’s cloud go before them. Exodus 15 records the song that they sang after the Red Sea crossing, and that’s how our musical ended. We all stood there, singing the victory: “Yehovah reigns forever and ever!”

But what happened after that victory? Just verses after their triumphant Red Sea song, the Israelites went to Marah and found bitter water. They complained and lost faith in Yehovah. Not long after, they needed food and complained about that. And this is a cycle that they continued throughout the wilderness. Yehovah gave them the food and water they needed, but still they didn’t keep their faith in Him and kept trying Him. They kept forgetting how good and powerful He is, as it says in Psalm 106:7. “Our fathers in Egypt did not understand Your wonders. They did not remember your great mercies and rebelled by the sea, the Sea of Reeds.”

Whenever we read that story, we like to think that we wouldn’t be like them–that we would remember all that Yehovah has done. But I know that in my life, when something is painful, overwhelming, or concerning to me, I’m quick to get discouraged. I sometimes forget the things Yehovah’s done in the past to help, heal, and save.

But with Yehovah’s help, I shall stop forgetting, and instead remember. I shall remember standing barefooted on that stage in my white dress, raising my hands in praise, and singing the Red-Sea-crossing song about the power of His excellence. I shall remember all the wonders He did to make that musical happen and remember that He will continue to do wonders. In the midst of trials, I shall learn to sing songs of His glory, so that I shan’t forget all His works. And I will tell the coming generation of what He’s done so that they may remember His grace and strength.

Friends, don’t forget what He’s done for you. He truly is omnipotent, and hopefully soon, we will all be better at remembering that. But here in this home, we won’t forget. The joy, the songs, and the lessons from last year are still ringing in our hearts.

“Child at War” by Mark Bles

What would you do if your life was completely shaken? What if your country was taken over by foreign enemies who have no respect for life or freedom? What would, or what could, you do? What if you were only thirteen?

These are the questions that Hortense Daman had to face when the Nazis charged like lightning into her little country of Belgium. Bringing cruelty and death alongside them, they threatened to destroy all that Hortense knew and loved. She longed to take action against them, and she was soon a message girl for her brother Francois, a wise leader in the Belgian resistance movement. By age fifteen, she was an official courier for the Belgian Army of Partisans. She quickly learned the German language, and all the best ways to convince the Nazis that she was a little girl who would have nothing to do with escape lines, sabotage, etc. Her brother tried to warn her of the horrors that would happen if she was caught. She did understand the consequences of her decision, as much as a teenager could, but it didn’t change much. She had to do what was right.

She barely evaded capture many times, but on February 14, 1944, there was no escape. Seventeen-year-old Hortense, her father, and her mother were sent into the torturous world of German prison life. She and her mother were sent to Ravensbruck, where they endured great horrors–surrounded constantly by torment and death. Only by a series of inexplicable miracles did they survive. In May, upon the end of the war, the entire family was able to return home.

This is a story of fortitude stronger than torture, of courage stronger than pain, and of hope stronger than doubt. It shows the power of family and the power of duty. Hortense, though so young, knew the calling God had given her. He gave her strength and wisdom beyond her years so that she could fight for freedom. I am certain that Hortense’s story will continue to be an inspiration to many.

When Nighttime Falls

When nighttime falls, and skies dark gray
Replace the sunset’s lustrous spray
I’ll seek a place where I can hide
In You, my El, shall I confide

When nighttime falls, I know the best
Of rocks, where I can find my rest
Our Rock of Ages, full of grace
Will tuck me into His embrace

When nighttime falls, and weak am I
In Your strong arms I’ll gladly lie
I know Your rest will make me whole
Your hope will satisfy my soul

When nighttime falls, I’ll wait to hear
Your soothing voice, forever near
You speak to me, and give me peace
And make my doubts and worries cease

When nighttime falls, and all I see
Is night and fog surrounding me
I’ll lean on Him–His love and grace
His shelter is my resting place

When nighttime falls, I’ll sing a song
Of joy and hope, of morning’s dawn
Night’s plague or arrow shan’t I fear
I know that He’s forever near

When nighttime falls, then I shall sing
The faithfulness of Yah my King
He’s never failed; He never will
In hours dark, He cheers me still

When nighttime falls, I know that He
Shall never take His eyes off me
When I’m asleep, He’s still awake
And watching every breath I take

When nighttime falls, I know He’ll be
As faithful as the dawn for me
Though sorrow lasts throughout the night
Great joy will come at morning light

When nighttime falls, You are my light
Your brightness breaks the darkest night
When I lie down, I pray my eyes
Shall see Your face when I arise

Then Yeshua spoke to them again, saying, “I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.”
-John 8:12

Give Me Strength to Climb This Mountain

Inspired by my trip to the Santa Catalina Mountains of Arizona

Give me strength to climb this mountain
Rising high in front of me
Give me joy in tribulation
As I travel toward Thee

Help me hope in all conditions
In the sun and in the rain
Help me trust for all provisions
Trust in You is never vain

Give me strength to cross this desert
Vast, as far as I can see
Give me might for every effort
As I seek to march to Thee

Help me walk where You have chosen
Show me where my feet should tread
Help me move when I am frozen
With Your might, I run ahead

Give me faith as I am climbing
Always looking toward the top
Give me grace when I am sliding
You will cause my doubts to stop

Help me see when night is falling
When the darkness hides the way
Help me rise when dawn is calling
Help me face another day

Give me love when I am weary
In Your love, my heart runs free
Give me light when days are dreary
Help it shine for all to see

Help me fight with all conviction
In the battle I must wage
Help me know with true prediction
Words of wisdom, like a sage

Give me drink when I am fainting
My oasis You shall be
Give me peace when I am waiting
Till the journey’s end I see

Help me face the greatest trials
Every canyon, every fray
Help me stop the serpent’s guiles
All the darts that come my way

Give me truth that slays all lying
You are rock beneath my feet
Give me life when I am dying
Guide me till at last we meet

“I lift my eyes unto the mountains. From where does my help come from? My help comes from Yehovah, Maker of heaven and earth.”
-Psalm 121:1

My Stability

Though waves may break
Though mountains quake
I have a peace the wrong can’t know
In desert sands
In foreign lands
I have a joy where’er I go

In great alarm
In sudden harm
I shan’t be moved; He’ll strengthen me
When peoples melt
In dark that’s felt
My endless light He’ll ever be

When nations rage
When nations change
My King will never change at all
With every breath
In life or death
He’ll lift me up; He’ll hear my call

When days are dark
He’ll be my ark
He’ll save me from the raging sea
Like Noah, He
Will rescue me
Like then, right now He sets us free

He reads the heart
No end, nor start
Nor bounds of time or space has He
Since ancient days
His righteous ways
Have always been; they’ll always be

I know that He
Won’t turn on me
His Book won’t fade–not any page
His judgements stand
In any land
In any culture, any age

The past He knows
I know he goes
Before me, past what I can see
He stands by me
He’ll always be
My constant, my stability

Capture my Heart

I know You desire to have my heart
I want You to have it too
But I do not know about how to start
My giving my heart to You

For love is confusing, and thoughts are weak
I hardly know anything
Of what must be done to the heart I seek
To give unto you, my King

So capture my heart, Yah, steal all my love
For nothing compares to You
Please fill me with passion for things above
In all that I say or do

How wondrous it is that my heart You see
You see all the faults and sin
Yet still in my heart, Yah, You wish to be
I wish You would enter in

But how do I make You a throne in me?
So perfectly pure Thou art
You cannot abide where’er sin might be
You only can cleanse my heart

So capture my heart, overwhelm my soul
Come cleanse me, till all is Thine
Since me You forgave, and You made me whole
My heart should no more be mine

You gave me my life, breath, and everything
All things that are good and true
You gave me all these for Your work, my King–
For me to give back to You

Most precious, You gave up Your life to save
The souls of humanity
You rose and You conquered all sin–the grave
Now come conquer all of me

So capture my heart, draw my soul away
Your love is what sets me free
You gave up Your best when You died that day
Now come take the best of me

Yes, capture my heart, bind my soul to Thee
I truly want nothing more
Your covenant oath, Yah, confirm with me
Thus binding me evermore

He Gives Me a Song

He gives me a song
I’ve known all along
That He is the author of music
I’m learning life’s song
What’s pleasant, what’s wrong
And making the music melodic

I practice, I sing
Make praise to my King
I learn to keep key and keep counting
And quickly I’ve found
That major keys sound
More happy and sweet to the hearing

Yes, majors are nice
And majors suffice
But music could surely be finer
With depth in the song
I learned before long
That depth comes by adding a minor

The majors are glad
The minors are sad
When mixed, they put music to motion
With minors down low
And high notes you show
A spectrum of sound and emotion

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I think of this life
With triumphs and strife
So seamlessly melded together
Yah uses the good
In sorrow He would
Desire that I become stronger

I could pray for ease
For that which I please
Or ask that the storm doesn’t thunder
But I’d rather choose
To never refuse
The will of my Heavenly Father

He knows that I see
His blessings to me
More clearly when grief clears my vision
The sorrow, the pain
The peace and the gain
When mixed, put my heart into motion

He gives me a song
I’ve known all along
That He makes my music much finer
The joy mixed with strife
Adds depth to my life
He mixes the major and minor

Forever Hold My Hand

My life is Yours, my righteous King
Take all of me today
For there is not a single thing
That I would keep away

To You my heart surrenders, El
Your love has made me whole
Your grace is like a ceaseless well
That satisfies my soul

In wartime, I will fight for You
And do what You command
But in the fight, I ask You to
Forever hold my hand

Your people are my people , I
Will go where’er You go
For death can’t break our union. Why?
Because You love me so

Yes, I shall choose to follow You
For You have chosen me
I choose to trek the deserts too
If You shall call for me

What lies ahead, I never know
But as we walk the land
I ask of You, where’er we go
Forever hold my hand

I know that it is often harsh
As through this swamp we tread
I only see the sticky marsh
But You can see ahead

And when in life I have a way
To reach a peaceful land
But You declare that You will stay
In lands of desert sand

Then I would choose with You to stay
In lands of desert sand
Your presence guides me, day by day
Forever hold my hand

Your love is like a fountain and
A constant, healing flow
When walking through the arid land
Your blessings You will show

You shelter me amidst the rain
You guard me in the night
Your voice is comfort in the pain
Your presence is my light

So lead me to the wilderness
To any barren land
Whatever comes, I ask You this:
Forever hold my hand

Look Up

Yehovah, You will hear my voice in the morning. In the morning I will present myself before You, and I will look up.” -Psalm 5:3

You look at what is all around
At sights and lights and fights and sound
That threaten to distract your soul
From things that truly make you whole

Look up, don’t think this fallen earth
Will give you gifts of life, of worth
Good gifts shall come from Yah above
Who showers us with endless love

The vain delights this earth can give
Don’t give you any strength to live
The treasures of this earth don’t stay
With wings of birds, they fly away

Look up, for hope’s not found in dust
In silver, gold, or things that rust
But look at Yehovah, you’ll see
Unending hope that sets you free

Don’t think that you’ll find joy or rest
In earthly things. The very best
Of earthy joys can barely start
To fill the holes within your heart

Look up, and know that He who made
The sky gives joys that never fade
With him we walk in strength and peace
In great travails, when comforts cease

Don’t let your heart be troubled when
You see this world of pain and sin
Don’t set your heart on what you hear
On troubles, strife, or things you fear

Look up, and trust your heart with Him
Who made the bud upon the limb
Who gives the mighty trees their leaves
Who’s always near and never leaves

When life is very harsh and dark
You try to find a little spark
Of light, of hope, to light your way
You long to see the light of day

Look up and see the stars, the moon
And understand that very soon
Our King will come, and slay the night
More faithful than the sun, He’s light

When all looks twisted, sick, and wrong
Remember! Sing a little song
To Him who gave His life for you
Who’s always loving, just and true

Look up, and see, our Savior lives!
What power, grace, and peace He gives!
Oh, hope and trust and never fear
Look up, for your redemption’s near

And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up and lift up your heads, for your redemption draws near.” -Luke 21:28

The Priceless Price

I stumbled in
My guilt and sin
So quickly did I stray
What price could pay for what I’d done
And bring me to Yah’s way?

For all I’d done
Just only One
Could save me from my sin
Just One could pay the priceless price
For me to enter in

My El came down
Gave up His crown
And lived ‘midst pain and strife
My Savior died; He paid for me
The priceless price–His life

And since He lives
My Savior gives
Me power over death
He gives me love and hope and peace
He gives me life and breath

I can not say
Each little way
He’s showered me with love
I wonder why, for who am I
That I should dwell above?

Just one gift He
Wants back from me–
One price. In joy and strife
I’ll pay the price of being His–
The priceless price–my life