Song of My Creator: a Proclamation

The thought that the One who creates the Universe thinks off me astonishes me. He invites me to draw near to Him. He calls me by name. When I rise up and when I sit down- He knows my inmost being for He formed and fashioned me in my mother's womb (when I was not yet formed). I hear His voice and I follow Him; I will not follow the voice of the stranger. He orders my steps. He delights in me. He calls me 'Beloved ' and ' Delightful.' I am the apple of His eye!

As a vital part of His church , I am a part of His Kingdom advancing in the earth. The Spirit of God in me has divine power to bring forth the life of God in others, calling forth their true identity, seeing the Image of God in them as they are in Him. I am loved with an everlasting love.

Through Him, I can do all things; nothing is impossible. I am invited into the Bridal Chamber and I can ask of Him anything my heart desires, trusting Him as He answers prayer in His time and according to His plans.  He calls me friend: I am a friend of God. I am the answer to someone's prayer.

I am complete in Him. He is my true shalom, my peace, my fortress, my defender, my provider, and the one who spoke, (well, sang actually) the world into existence. 

He quiets me with His love; He sings over me.

Beach Song

For captains and full crab pots and  two full bushels steamed; for perfect beach weather and Carolina peaches; ; for a grandson turning 17 and picking crabs until the job is done; 

for a son's fishing rods cast under a bridge as quiet rain falls and my granddaughter chatters; for clear starry nights and a meal lovingly prepared: crab cakes 

and Megan's perfect preach pie and perfect summer salad; for sand castles and rainbows and sun kissed skin; for these moments of hearing the waves lap the shore as night softly lulls and I feel the intimacy of your Presence embrace me and I stop  seeking-- a comfortable, perfect place.

I can't not stop to give you thanks and praise for these and oh, so many more blessings and #1000Gifts. Thank you LORD, thank you.

Let the Anthem be sung and Let the Message Go Forth. God Bless.-Rev. Mike Hanley

Today is Pentecost Sunday which simply means 50 days since the Passover of Easter week. The Feast of Weeks was celebrated in the days of the Old Testament which correlated with Pentecost. It was on the day of Pentecost when The Holy Ghost was sent to the church gathered in Jerusalem in an upper room. The 120 Faithful received this wonderful gift and began to speak with other languages as the Holy Spirit gave them the utterance. 
It gives me great pleasure to share this testimony with my FB friends. About 52 years ago as a 13 year old boy hungry for God, I received the Baptism of the Holy Ghost with the initial evidence of speaking in other tongues as the Holy Spirit gave me the utterance. Glad to say that this Holy Comforter still abides faithful in my life today. Four men at the Belton Church of God on Shirley Street, prayed with me on a Sunday Night until I prayed through. Those men were men of God that stayed and prayed with me. My Dad, Hurshell Hanley, Bill Oates, Guy Hamby, and one more will forever remain in my heart as men who mentored me. 

My prayer is that everyone would come to enjoy this wonderful gift. God Bless.

Mountain Shadows

I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains? No, my strength comes from God, who made heaven, and earth, and mountains. He won't let you stumble, your Guardian God won't fall asleep. Not on your life! Israel's Guardian will never doze or sleep. God's your Guardian, right at your side to protect you— Shielding you from sunstroke, sheltering you from moonstroke. God guards you from every evil, he guards your very life. He guards you when you leave and when you return, he guards you now, he guards you always. (Psalm 121:1-8 MSG)

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