Nov 14 2013

Speak to My Heart

Rebekyah Brewer

Speak to my heart, Lord Jesus, Speak that my soul may hear;
Speak to my heart, Lord Jesus, Calm ev’ry doubt and fear.
Speak to my heart, oh, speak to my heart,
Speak to my heart, I pray;
Yielded and still, seeking Thy will,
Oh, speak to my heart today.


1235878_10151613256910735_2077387923_nIt’s strange how verses and truths collide in your life sometimes.  This is often how I hear God speak to me. It’s when a common verse, a common theme runs  throughout my morning devotional readings, prayer time, leisure readings, bible study preparations, extracurricular activities, Sundays Sermon, conversations and just throughout every aspect of my daily activities of life.

There really doesn’t seem to be any off limit areas for the Word of God to show up unexpectedly and present Himself before my eyes to remind me that He sees me and hears me.  He knows my hearts hidden thoughts, questions, wishes and concerns that I have set aside to the back of my mind. He addresses them and counsels me on them before I even make them known to be answered. Thoughts and wishes that seem to be too small and trivial to be expressed are answered by Him.

One morning several weeks ago, I was flipping through an old hymn book  when I ran across a hymn that I had never heard before called Speak to My Heart. I loved the lyrics to this hymn and spent time praying over the words. I wondered what this old hymn actually sounded like when it was sung and wished that I could hear it. I made a mental note to try and find it on the internet later when I had time. I took a picture of the hymn and pasted it on my personal Facebook page just commenting that I loved this old hymn I had ran across.  I felt guilty sharing it stating that I loved it when I had never heard it sung before, but I did love it’s words and I wanted to remember them. Continue reading

Oct 2 2010

He is Better

Rebekyah Brewer

I read this poem this earlier this week in one of my favorite devotional books, Streams in the Desert, by L.B. Cowman. It’s from Sept. 25th.

He was better to me than all my hopes;
He was better than all my fears;
He made a bridge of my broken works,
And a rainbow of my tears.
The stormy waves that marked my ocean path.
Did carry my Lord on their crest;
When I dwell on the days of my wilderness march
I can lean on his love for the rest.