Fulling Allowing the Lord to Lead (FALL)

Fulling Allowing the Lord to Lead (FALL)

You know, I love everything there is to the Autumn season from the cool brisk nights to the warm sunny days.  The color of leaves is evident of God's Coloring Book; no paint brush can compete.  Even the iconic pumpkin is a symbolic reminder of the bountiful harvest we yield; especially those that grow gardens.  Every little thing about FALL makes it unique from the things we do to the foods we enjoy during this time.  But on the down side of this is the Halloween season that, sad but true, unfortunately a lot of people look forward to each year; even the Christian sect.  God's word tells us in LEVETICUS KJV 20:7-8 Sanctify yourselves therefore, and be ye holy: for I am the Lord your God.  And Ye shall keep my statues, and do them: I am the Lord which sanctify you.  1PETER 1:16 KJV Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.  Even the very definition of Sanctify means: to set apart to a sacred purpose or to religious use: consecrate; to free from sin: purify; to impart or impute sacredness, inviolability, or respect to.   

So the question at hand is why are so many supposedly people who profess to be Christians, saved, born again celebrating, participating, or taking part in Pegan Holidays such as Halloween. That I have never understood and probably never will to be honest.  With this every changing world in which we live in now a days; it's so important that we draw nigh unto the Lord; fully allow Him go guide our footsteps and lead.  Have you ever taken the time to sit down and read the Old Testament.  There's no way we could live by God's standards in today's world.  The only reason we are here today is because of God's wonderful marvelous Grace.  So I am asking you today.  Are you allowing God to be Sovereign in your life?  If we are there should be no room for sin in any way, shape, or form.  

Home Again

 These cool crisp mornings take me back to memory a child when I was home with all my family including those we have lost before life happened.  You wouldn't hear her get out of bed as the day began when the sunlight crept through the windows of our old four room house.  As she quietly began her day making breakfast, home-made biscuits from scratch was the first thing she made; followed by some kind of hog meat cut fresh the night before from the smokehouse by her or daddy.  It was the humdrum kind of sound from a fork whisking the farm fresh eggs that woke you to a daze, like it's a dream you don't want to wake up from.  The warmth of the blankets compelled you to roll over and stay in bed.  It wasn't until the house lingered with the smell of fresh baked biscuits and the aroma of gravy and meat frying that in retro sense pulled you from bed to walk into the kitchen where so often you hear "breakfast is on the table".  What my heart aches for I can never have.  Memories I'll hold so dear as I walk into the kitchen of the old homestead to see Momma in her red shirt and blue skirt she many times wore; turning over the biscuits so the won't "sweat" as she would say.  There she stood at the old rustic kitchen table daddy made with hand made sitting chairs so lovely giving of herself and time to take care of her children.  It is in that moment of memory I am Home Again.