Are you hiding? Hiding all the pain, anger, hiding your feelings and not letting God in help you, and the Holy Ghost to comfort you? Do you put on a pleasant front, though inside you are unhappy because you don't have the joy of the Lord?
Then there is the hiding of, as the Holy Bible says, "Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.." These are the people who pretend to be righteous people, put on the facade of a believer, and try to convince everyone else that they are perfectly upright, and just like everyone else. I believe both of these ways of hiding are quite displeasing to God. I hope that I won't ever be a "hider" unless it is referring to hiding God's word in my heart. BUT all hider's can come out of their secret place, and find a place with God.
Remember, no matter if you hide it from people, you can never ever hide anything from the great God Almighty.
The rest of the Assembly was very good as well, and I, personally received a wonderful, amazing blessing from God in-wouldn't ya know it?- the Children's Assembly! It's so wonderful to see God working in the children. I do believe five were filled with God's amazing Holy Ghost. Praise the Lord!
Giving glory to God is something else that I always hope to do!
Dear Lord, please help me to stay faithful to you through everything. I ask you to use me to be of service to you. Lord anoint my pen that I may use it for your glory. I love you soo much. Love, your daughter, Bethany.
As for other news: I just got contacts yesterday! I'm super excited too! They're kinda hard to put in, but if I keep practicing, I think I'll be fine. It's funny because I keep trying to push my glasses up.. Anyway, also, I recently wrote a rough draft for a new poem. I'll post it here.
The Tattered Bible By Bethany Baldwin
There lies a tattered Bible upon an empty shelf,
It's pages worn with use and time.
It has lain there since it's owner died.
It once belonged to a soldier,
who read it quite a lot.
He'd scour over the pages,
knowing with Christ's blood he'd been bought.
The special passages are marked as clearly as can be,
and tear marks lay dried upon each page.
He loved to hear with God, Satan had to flee,
and as he turned the pages, he learned most joyfully.
In the front of God's book was kept a list of names,
that the soldier would pray for through all good and hard times.
He prayed to be a blessing,
and show them the right way.
And faithfully each night, he would continue to pray.
One day he left this life, in a rain of deadly fire,
saving the life of a man he witnessed to each night.
There is no greater love then a man give his life for a friend,
but still the rescued man had to wonder why.
If he only knew what the soldier could tell,
He knew the man was not saved,
and wished to save his soul from hell.
And so the Bible lays, upon that dusty shelf,
until someone will pick it up and learn the truth.
It is a question to ponder, as one looks upon that tattered book.
Who will receive the truth?
Will you?
There lies a tattered Bible upon an empty shelf,
It's pages worn with use and time.
It has lain there since it's owner died.
It once belonged to a soldier,
who read it quite a lot.
He'd scour over the pages,
knowing with Christ's blood he'd been bought.
The special passages are marked as clearly as can be,
and tear marks lay dried upon each page.
He loved to hear with God, Satan had to flee,
and as he turned the pages, he learned most joyfully.
In the front of God's book was kept a list of names,
that the soldier would pray for through all good and hard times.
He prayed to be a blessing,
and show them the right way.
And faithfully each night, he would continue to pray.
One day he left this life, in a rain of deadly fire,
saving the life of a man he witnessed to each night.
There is no greater love then a man give his life for a friend,
but still the rescued man had to wonder why.
If he only knew what the soldier could tell,
He knew the man was not saved,
and wished to save his soul from hell.
And so the Bible lays, upon that dusty shelf,
until someone will pick it up and learn the truth.
It is a question to ponder, as one looks upon that tattered book.
Who will receive the truth?
Will you?
