Jezebel's Journal
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5/17/2010
Monday, May 17 2010 Lord, Today Johnny and I will be getting together for our first music practice. I remember the time I first met this Johnny Crashed, at Norman's Pub. No, I wasn't there to drink. I came for the music. Lord you had blessed me with the gift of song writing and musical abilities. It took me years to recognize these talents, but once I finally did, you told me to share them with all your children. And so, with the nerves of a shook up deer, I began to do so. And it was, about a year or so into my new calling, that I came to be at a redneck bar, in Normal Maine, ready to sing your praises, that I first met Mr. Crashed. He too was of the musical type, a singer/song writer and musician. I had heard earlier that evening that he had recently lost a close friend. One could hear the sadness in his voice as he stood up on that platform and sang of loss and pain. He must have been drawn or something to my music as well, because later that night, he asked me if I would be interested in ever playin' music together. I told him he was very kind, but then explained how mamma, Rebekah and I were just passin' through Normal Maine and how God was leading us to a place called Somewhere Maine. "A place in need of some real soul savin' we've been hearing. A place called Openly High Farm." A little knowing smile had crossed his face. "You know the place?" I asked, "Yep," he said, "I do." Trust in the Lord with all our heart. And lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your path. Proverbs 3:5-6 5/12/2010
Wednesday, May 12 2010 Lord, I know that you created all things, and I love you for it. So please do try an not take too much offence from my words, but there is an animal here on the farm, and though most times I take to animals, this has been a struggle. The nocturnal beast is always dirty, and smells like he needs a good bath. He is a selfish animal. He don’t listen very well, eats much more than any one animal ever should, and everything he touches turns to rust. Ah, but Lord, I imagine like all things on a working farm. This Creature must have a job to do here, a purpose to serve. I just pray that his work is of similar kind to the piglets in some respected, so that he too might be gone by winter. But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded. 2 Chronicles 15:7 5/7/2010
Friday, May 7th 2010 Well Lord, Today we finally made it into the land of Somewhere Maine. It is a beautiful yet secluded place, surrounded by mountains, rivers, a long dirt road and trees. At the old kitchen farm table from where I am writing, there is a big window, lookin out it now I see the outlining curves of the sleeping mountains, sweet pine treetops, and a glorious settin sun. The closer to nature I am, the closer to you, God I feel. Now here inside the kitchen it’s a different story. Dirty dishes and old pizza boxes pile high. It is nearly time for super, yet all I smell is burning skunk. I will lift my eyes up to the hills, from whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1-2 5/1/2010
Saturday, May 1st 2010 Lord, Today Mother, Rebekah, and I are making our way up into the mountains of Somewhere Maine. We hear there’s a farm up there just full of misguided souls lookin for a savin. Mamma, Rebekah and I have heard rumors of the sweet soundin music that comes from that farm, as well as other rumors that could cause some folks to worry, but Mama, Rebekah and I ain’t afraid, not when we’re doing the Lords work. We look forward to a singin and dancing in your name Lord, and sharing your loving light with all them Somewhere Maine farm folks. I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them. Isaiah 42:16 |