Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Whatever the Test, Trust in Him

“Rachel, you’re next!”

My turn had come. The moment I had been preparing for the past four months was here. My heart pounded and my mouth felt as if I hadn’t had a drink for 24 hours. I followed the man who had called my name to the door of the testing room.
One of the testing rooms for Bible Bee Oral Rounds 


“Do your best!” he smiled as I entered the room. My mind was whirling. I felt cold. I was both very excited and very nervous. As I walked up to the front of the room, I looked around for my Dad. Our eyes met and he gave me thumbs up and an encouraging look. I got to the front of the room and stood in front of the table as I had been instructed. My judges, a man and woman, sat behind the table. The woman smiled and handed me the headset. I took it and put it on, adjusting the microphone so it was in the correct position.

She began to give me my instructions for the oral test. “You have up to 5 minutes to quote up to 3 passages. Don’t feel like you need to rush because you will have plenty of time.”

“Yes,” I thought to myself. “Do. Not. Rush!” I let out a slight nervous sigh as she finished giving me 
my instructions.

“When you’re ready, just state your name and the Bible version you will be using.”

I sent up one more prayer for strength and focus. I had to quote these three passages of scripture with as few mistakes as possible, with about thirty people listening to me! I didn’t know what three passages I would be reciting…only that they would be 3 out of the 205 passages I had memorized for the 2015 National Bible Bee. These 205 passages totaled up to over 800 individual verses and the passages all varied in length from 1 verse to 22 verses! And while I had worked diligently to memorize and perfect these verses the last 3 months, I still had those passages I struggled with. I hoped I would not receive one of those passages, but I knew all I could do was my best in God’s
Bethany, Emily, Bella, and I: waiting for testing to begin
strength. And here I was, ready to take my oral test at Nationals 2015.

Somehow, I found my voice.  

“Rachel Crosswhite, King James Version.”

Ready or not, here I go!

The woman gave me my first reference and started the timer. “Please recite: Romans five, one through eleven.”

Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes and began, in a shaky voice, to recite the given passage. “Romans five, one through eleven. Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. By whom also…”

I quoted the passage, not too fast, but not too slow either…thinking about each word. God showed Himself strong! Just before my oral round, I had a practice session in our room with Daddy, quoting verses and warming up so my mind was “in motion”. During that practice session, I had quoted this passage, and had a brain freeze - forgetting how the passage continued at one point in the middle of it. Because of that, I had gone over this passage several times. Now, I was quoting that same passage, which was fresh in my mind, and I didn’t blank! Praise God!

“…we also joy in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom we have now received the atonement. Romans five, one through eleven.”

One down, two to go!

“John twenty, twenty-four through thirty one”, was the next passage I was given to recite.

I swallowed hard. This was one of those passages I had struggled with. But a couple weeks before Nationals, I had found a pattern to the saids and saiths that had confused me, and added hand motions. That helped tremendously. If I focused and used my motions, I could quote it right most of the time. I practiced it often. And here I was: needing to quote this passage for my oral recitation. I knew it was possible, but I must really focus under the pressure. “Lord, help me,” I silently prayed.

“John twenty, twenty-four through thirty-one. But Thomas, one of the twelve, called Didymus, was not with them when Jesus came. The other disciples therefore said unto him, We have seen the Lord. But he said unto them, Except I shall see in his hands the print of the nails…”
Waiting for Opening Ceremony to begin the first evening.
So much fun! ^_^

I was here to do my best. As I quoted the passage, I used my hand motions, careful thinking about each word before I pronounced it. I came to the last two verses, which were especially good ones…

“And many other signs truly did Jesus in the presence of His disciples, which are not written in this book. But these are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, and that believing ye might have life through His name. John twenty, twenty-four through thirty-one.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, for as far as I knew at that point, I felt like I had kept it all straight! Praise the Lord! Two passages down, one to go.

The woman gave me my final passage. “Please recite: Psalm sixteen.”

 “Psalm sixteen. Preserve me, O God, for in Thee do I put my trust. O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord…”

This passage was a favorite, and I knew it well. Like Romans 5:1-11, I had quoted this prior in my warm up session with my Dad. God allowed me to have one last run-through of the Psalm.  I also remember, that day, walking down the hallway to go somewhere, and I held a portion of my verse cards in my hand, reading this Psalm. I had reviewed it then, too!

I emphasized the familiar words…

“…Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in Thy presence is fullness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore. Psalm Sixteen.”

I took a deep breath. I opened my eyes. I was done. As I removed the headset with shaking hands, the woman congratulated me and said I may go sit down. My eyes welled up with tears of happiness and relief, and through the applause of the crowd, I made my way back to where Daddy was sitting. He gave me a hug.

I sat there and sent up a prayer of thanksgiving to my Heavenly Father. God had girded me with strength, and had made my way perfect. I had quoted all three of my passages with no passes, no word prompts, and no tongue twist-ups. Glory to HIS name!  I had trusted Him to help me, and He did!

Closing Ceremony evening. Here's the annual "winner!"
picture of 2015! Congratulations, Delie! 
At that point, I didn’t know how many points I received, or if I made any mistakes, but six weeks later, I found out my total score of both written and oral recitation tests.

By God's grace, I received a perfect score! Praise the Lord! All during the study season, I had prayed that He would bless me with a perfect oral score, and I placed my trust in Him for strength. Without Him, I knew I could not have memorized 880 verses word perfectly in three and a half months. I just had to give it over to Him, and trust Him completely for the results. It was totally worth it.

So now, I’m going to give you a dare, but it’s a good dare. I dare you…whatever you are facing in life, maybe with an upcoming test, a trip or an event you’re worried about, or any difficulty; you fill in that blank…Trust fully in God. He promises to never leave you, or forsake you. He is our refuge and strength and a very present help in trouble. Ask Him for strength. Fully rely on Him. Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. He shall direct your path!

As for God, his way is perfect: the word of the Lord is tried: he is a buckler to all those that trust in him. For who is God save the Lord? or who is a rock save our God? It is God that girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way perfect. He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon my high places. 
{Psalm 18:30-33} 

Friday, January 6, 2017

Six Days Away


Today, I begin a three part series sharing a peek into my 2015 National Bible Bee Journey. If you've never heard of the Bible Bee, I encourage you to go HERE to find out more! I competed for five years, and my life was t.o.t.a.l.l.y changed through the Bible Bee and study of His Word. 
The Bible Bee is something very near and dear to my heart, and so some of the things I will share are extremely special to me. Studying and competing in the 2015 NBB was one of the best experiences of my life, and the Lord taught me many beautiful things during that six month period. 

Stay tuned for all three parts! 
Six Days Away (You're reading this!)
No Matter What May Be the Test
Was It Really Worth It?

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It was November 11th, 2015. Another day of studying for the Bible Bee was over, and Nationals was one day closer. The house was quiet as everyone else had gone to sleep. I sat on the edge of my bed, preparing to turn the light out. Many thoughts were running through my head, the main one being that Nationals was only 6 days away. That thought overwhelmed me. I felt so unprepared. Yes, I knew all my 879 memory verses, and I knew every little detail contained in John 7 through 12 by heart, and that long list of 100 or so Greek words, but I still felt inadequate. That upcoming test with 200 questions in it scared me. Really scared me. I had no earthly clue what that test would hold. Would the questions be easy? Hard? Beyond hard? I didn’t know. I did know, though, I wanted to do well on it. There were so many things I could still study…I just hoped they wouldn’t ask that on the test.

I rested my chin on my folded hands, and closed my eyes. “Dear Lord, I’m so nervous. This test is coming up, and I don’t feel ready. I’m sure the other contestants are doing something to be better prepared than I am. I don’t want to flunk! I want to do my best to Your glory. Lord, I have no idea what this test will hold. What if those 200 questions are so reworded I won’t understand what they are asking?!” I opened my eyes and stared at the carpet, thinking about how the questions may be. I told myself I didn’t need to worry about it, because all the other contestants would be taking the same exact test, but my effort to console myself didn’t help much.

Even though my brain was tired from reviewing my piles of verse cards and study notes, the worries which flashed through my head wouldn’t give it a break. I decided to pick up the hymnbook next to my bed and see if I could find any encouragement within its pages.

I passed familiar hymns such as It is Well with my Soul, and also some I didn’t know, slowly scanning the worn pages. Lord, please give me peace about this test. I’m over worrying about it, but I can’t help but be nervous!

Suddenly, a phrase jumped off the paper into my blue eyes.

“No matter what may be the test…”

What? I glanced up at the title, which I found familiar.

God Will Take Care Of You.

Oh, yes, I knew this song! But this time, this verse took on a whole new and deeper meaning to me as I read them.

            No matter what may be the test, God will take care of you;
            Lean, weary one, upon His breast, God will take care of you.


Peace flooded around the nervousness in my heart as I read these words. My eyes dropped down to the refrain.

             God will take care of you, Through every day, over all the way; He will take care of you, God will take care of you.

“Thank you, Jesus! No matter what may be the test, You will take care of me!” It was such a special moment…God giving me that hymn just when I needed it. Almost like He gave me a hug and whispered into my ear “Daughter, trust Me. I’ve got this.”

I proceeded to read the surrounding verses, and the hymn became even richer as I meditated on the words.

            Be not dismayed whate’er betide, God will take care of you. Beneath His wings of love abide, God will take care of you.           “I don’t need to be dismayed or worried. God’s going to help me.”


            All you may need He will provide, God will take care of you; Nothing you ask will be denied, God will take care of you.

“Yes, of course, He can provide me with the answers. If I am to pass this test, it will be by His power. And look at what He’s provided to me so far. He’s given me the strength to study for the past six months, memorize all these verses, and given me insights into my study of John one through twelve…and He’s going to provide me with strength for the test.”

Oh, what encouragement I felt now. I grabbed my journal and opened its black and white flowery cover, flipping to the next blank page. Even though it was late, I just had to jot down what God had shown me that evening.

Was I still nervous? Oh yes. But did I need to fear? No. Because God would be with me, no matter the test. In Hebrews, He promised to never leave me or forsake me. And I know He keeps His word.

I flipped the light out and pulled the covers up to my chin. It was a bit chilly, it being November. Tomorrow was going to be another day to prepare for this test. Another day closer to Nationals. But I had a song on my lips for when I was nervous. And a God that was bigger than this mountainous test which loomed before me. He would take care of me.   

Friday, December 30, 2016

You Never Change - Part Two

A few days after the funeral, Jesse arrived home from work. Walking into the kitchen where Emily was making homemade pizza, he sat down at the table. Emily’s gaze met Jesse’s as he leaned on the table with folded hands. She immediately sensed something was amiss.

“Jesse,” she swallowed. “What’s the matter?”

Jesse’s eyes dropped and he studied his fingernails nervously.

Quickly rinsing her hands of the cheese and drying them, she sat down across from him. “Now, tell me, dear. What happened?”

“Oh, Emily,” he began. “I hate having to tell you this. But,” He clinked the salt and pepper shakers together, not sure how to continue. Looking up into her cerulean blue eyes, he went on. “The company I’m employed with has asked me to relocate from where we are now in Virginia to North Carolina.”

Emily gasped, looking at her husband incredulously.

Jesse nodded. “That means we either have to move and sell this place, or stay here. But that also means I lose my job.”

It took a moment for what Jesse had told her to actually hit her.

Her heart picked up a faster rhythm and her forehead puckered. Emily questioned in a concerned whisper, “What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know yet.” Jesse replied, squeezing her hand. “What do you think we should do, honey?”

His wife shook her head. “Well, Jesse, I don’t know either. All this change...” Emily propped her chin in her free hand, giving a half sigh.

The two conversed for the next few minutes about their dilemma. When baby Ian’s cries came from the bedroom, announcing his nap was over, Jesse and Emily stood up. Jesse went to Ian and brought him out to the highchair for a snack of Cheerios.

Jesse was unusually quiet that evening. He had a lot on his mind. After supper and play time, Rosie and Ian were laid down for the night. Jesse and Emily sat together in the living room, enjoying the quiet, books, and their mugs of hot chamomile tea. They also talked about the decision that was facing them: discussing the pros and cons of the two options they had.
After a bit, Emily laid aside the book she was reading, I Dare You, and leaned forward in her tan easy chair. “I think I’m heading to bed. Are you coming?” She asked as she stood up.

“In a little,” Jesse responded, looking up at his wife. “Were you enjoying your book?” He inquired, scratching his nose.

“Oh yes!” Emily answered enthusiastically as she undid her braid and shook out her hair. “Even though I just started it not too long ago, it’s already made me think about how I am living my life, and what lies are out there the devil wants me to believe. I can’t wait to read the rest!”

Jesse nodded with a tired smile on his face. “That’s great! Maybe if you like it that much I’ll read it someday.”
“Are you okay, Jesse?” Emily knew the climax and activities of the past several days were wearing Jesse’s nervous system out. “You need your rest. Please come to bed soon.”

He agreed, telling Emily, “I will, honey. I just…want to do some thinking…” Jesse’s voice trailed off.
Resting her palms on the arm of the recliner, Emily stooped and gave her husband a goodnight kiss.

“Love you, Ems!” Jesse called out gently as she opened the bedroom door, not wanting to wake little Ian sleeping in the room.

Emily looked back over her shoulder and winked, throwing a kiss. He waved back with a faint smile on his face.
The door closed, and Jesse leaned back. He tried to focus on his book again, but the thoughts running through his mind made it basically impossible. Finally, he laid it aside and bent forward in his chair. He squeezed his green eyes shut and ran his fingers through his slightly curly brown hair.

How— I mean, why…why is all this happening? All these changes...I don’t understand. And it hurts. It seems to be just one thing after another!

Jesse propped his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his folded hands. He took a deep breath.

First it was Mama…so unexpectedly. I still can’t believe it. His eyes grew wet, but he hurriedly wiped them with the back of his hand.

And also there are all the changes in this world. It’s down to Hillary and Trump in the elections, and…and all the issues with abortion and gay marriage…it’s changing so fast and our country is drifting further from God all the time.

Jesse slowly rocked back and forth. Pausing, he noticed a piece of lint on his pant leg and flicked it onto the floor. His thoughts went on.

Then…then it is my job. I don’t know what we’re going to do about this! Are we going to move, or lose our income? Lord, please show me what to do, and please give me peace in these changes!

He felt a prompting to pick up his Bible. Grasping the worn leather cover, he let the pages fall open and quietly flipped through.

Lord, give me a verse. Give me something from You to guide me.

He skimmed the pages and kept praying. Lord, something! I feel so lost in all these changes!

And there it was.

The other verses surrounding this one seemed to fade to the background, as Jesse fixed his eyes on the special words.

For I am the Lord, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed. 
                                                                               ~Malachi 3:6
His eyes welled up with tears again. Although this time, they were not tears of sorrow, but of rejoicing. Jesse read the verse over and over. Gladness filled his heart.

I am the Lord, I change not... He doesn’t change! Yes, Jesus, You never change! You are true to Your Word and promise to never leave me! How could I have forgotten that?!
Jesse clasped the Bible to his chest and bowed his head in thankfulness. Heavenly Father…thank You for that reminder. Thank You that You never change…You never lie. You are always the same yesterday, today, and forever! Thank You that I can trust in You, because You are faithful. You are the Solid Rock I can stand on…ALL other ground is sinking sand! I know my life is completely crazy right now, and I have some pretty major decisions to make in the midst of my grief. But You are so kind, so faithful to meet me in this storm. I’m so grateful that you NEVER change, and I can count on You, even when all around me is failing. Because You are my Solid Rock, I will not be consumed. I love You, Jesus…
Quietly, Jesse laid his Bible on the coffee table. He stretched, yawned, and stood up. The troubled spirit that had haunted him minutes before had all vanished—he was resting in the confidence of his Savior. Jesse went in the bathroom and picked up his orange toothbrush. He moved the bristles back and forth, back and forth, making toothpaste foam that came and decorated his lips. He was still thinking.

He never changes. Wow. That doesn’t mean the world around me will not change, but it does mean I have a foundation to stand firm on. Of course, yeah, I’m still worried about my job and everything, but I can know my God doesn’t change and He is on my side!

Jesse rinsed his mouth out and dried his face on the towel. He studied his face in the mirror for a moment, and suddenly flashed a silly grin at himself.
“Thank You, Jesus.” He whispered to himself. “Thank You that You never change.”

-The End-


PS: My apologies for not posting in nearly six weeks! Life has been very busy with trips, holidays, and company. I hope to consistently blog in 2017. Happy New Year, readers! 

Monday, November 7, 2016

You Never Change - Part One

Nothing seemed to be going right. At that moment, Jesse thought that his whole life was upside down.

My life is a tornado! I just don’t understand. Nothing will ever be the same!

Jesse sat in the bleak hospital family room with one main question on his heart. 

Why?

His green eyes were bloodshot and their usual sparkle was nowhere to be seen. He stared at the ugly blue vase on the table before him, trying to piece the jumble of the past few days together.

Heaving a sigh, Jesse slowly leaned over and buried his face in his hands. Emily, his wife, wiped a tear from her cheek. She put her arm around him and comfortingly stroked her husband’s shoulder. 

Emily felt a deep weight in her heart as well. She whispered something in Jesse’s ear, and he reached over and grasped her hand tightly. The two sat thus for several minutes.

The sound of stiff fabric rustling together and footsteps caused Jesse and Emily to glance up. It was the doctor entering the room. 

Jesse straightened up quickly and stood, studying the doctor’s face. “Doctor, do you have any news?”

Doctor Wallace examined the two in front of him, taking in their current state of emotions. Jesse, with his sagging shoulders and tousled hair…and Emily, with tearful eyes full of concern and questions.

“Please be honest with us, Doctor Wallace.” Emily hoarsely whispered. 

“Well,” the doctor began, swallowing hard. “Your mother came through the surgery fine, and is resting now…But—“ Doctor Wallace paused, not sure how to go on. Placing a hand on Jesse’s shoulder, he continued. “But I’m afraid the infection was there long enough to spread throughout her body, and it’s...causing her system to begin shutting down. I tried everything.” His voice broke as he consoled the couple. “I’m so very sorry.”

Jesse could feel the lump in his throat growing larger and his eyes were stinging. He managed to choke out, “How long does she have?”

“I am afraid Michelle has 48 hours or less.”

The last cord broke within Jesse’s heart and tears ran down his flushed cheeks. “My mother…my mama…” He cried, sinking into his seat.

Emily wept hot tears and hugged her sorrowing husband.

The doctor pitifully watched them a moment before turning and exiting the room, letting them have their much needed privacy. 

That really is the least favorite part of my job. Doctor Wallace thought to himself as he walked down the tiled floor, back to his patient. I just hate being the one to break the news of a dying loved one.

“It’s just not fair.” Jesse moaned. “She was fine a few days ago! Still the same sweet mama we love and—“ The words caught in his throat and he wiped his wet cheeks before continuing. “And then she had that fall, and wasn’t doing well, and after going to the hospital we found out her gallbladder had ruptured and now this sudden surgery and—.” The distressed words tumbled out of his mouth. 
“Now…now she’s going. She’s leaving us. Why? Why does this change have to happen to us? Mama…” 

Emily reached out and pulled several tissues from the box on the table next to them. She handed some to Jesse, and blew her own nose. “Honey, I love you. And it’s going to be alright.” She made an attempt to speak. “Keep praying about it. God loves you, too.” 

Jesse sniffled and planted a kiss on her damp cheek. Standing, he hurried from the room to go to his dying mother’s bedside in the ICU.

Emily sat limply in her chair for a moment, staring at the floor in deep thought. Lord, give us Your strength. A sigh escaped her lips. Keep shining Your love on us. Emily reached into her pocket for her iPhone, and punched in her password. 1:34 am. I didn’t realize it was so late. She proceeded to group text Jesse’s two brothers and his sister, who were traveling as quickly as possible to get to their mother and the hospital. Jesus, help them to get here in time. 

Over the course of the next several hours, the siblings arrived, and the foursome stood together by the bedside of their dear parent. Many tears were shed and prayers offered. Even though Mama was in a state of unconsciousness, they spoke loving words to her, held her hand, and tried to make her comfortable. 

Then, the call came. 

Fifty-two hours after the doctor broke the heartbreaking news; Michelle passed onto glory…and was joyfully greeted by her Savior. 

A private family burial was what she had wanted. Michelle…Mama…was laid to rest beside her husband who had gone before. She was lovingly cherished and remembered at her memorial service. 

Many caring friends brought flowers, meals, and comforting hugs and words to Jesse, Emily and their family.

And then…normal life resumed; or rather, the “new normal”.  Jesse found it extremely difficult coming home in the evenings from work, to find his mother’s room vacant. She will never be there again…I can never speak to her ever again! His heart yearned for her to return. It wasn’t easy to repeatedly answer the question of “Where’s Gramma?” that his three year old daughter, Rosie, asked; while he himself coped with the change.

Change. 

The changes weren’t over yet.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

This week is the 2016 Presidential Election. So much around us seems so uncertain, like it was for Jesse and his family. Will Clinton or Trump win, and how will that effect our country? Stay tuned next week for part two, in which we will be reminded of a beautiful promise pertinent for us today!


Monday, October 31, 2016

Will you trust me?

Fingers tightened around the object in her palm, blue eyes glistening near the fountains.

“But...I love it.” The words came out hoarsely, matching the reluctance that showed in the eyes. “I love it so much. I don’t want to give it to you. It’s mine. It’s my favorite.” Droplet landed, making a dark spot on the young girl’s skirt.

“I know, dearest.” Kindness was evident in the deep voice that spoke. “I know you love it. But I want you to give it to me.” One soft and wrinkled hand grasped the likewise soft but smooth hand of the other; a loving squeeze was passed from the worn. “But loves, you need to trust me, open your hand, and give it to me. Please?”

But in response; the fingers clutched harder, the lip quivered more. “Why, grandpa? Why do you ask this of me?”

His eyes, so caring, searched into the ones owned by his granddaughter. “Because I love you.

She spun, blonde waves unintentionally tossed over the shoulder and arms folded in defiance. Another tear fell and made a new dot on the denim, making the two look almost as a mini snowman. I can’t do it. She turned her hand over, fingers slowly relaxed. Taking a peak at the object, but quickly clutched it again. No, I can’t. I love it so much, it’s one of my favorite treasures! Again hand released the tight gasp, and she studied the object of her distress.

It was a beautiful little ring.

Yes, it was a lovely one. The band was a bit tarnished from being worn so often, but the gem still sparkled. Probably a gift given to her by mother or father. Indeed, it was treasure very special for a little girl as she.

A hand, her grandpa’s, was felt on her shoulder. “Sweetheart.”

Shoulders stiffened.

“Sweetheart, will you trust me?”

She squeezed the ring so hard it dug into her palm. She pinched her eyes shut to block out the tears. She couldn’t.

Or could she?

Words echoed in her mind. Will you trust me? Will you trust me? Will you trust me?

Hadn’t she always been able to trust her Grandpa? Never had he wronged her. He always was so kind. So why could not she hand her treasure over to him? Oh, but it hurt. But yes, she could trust him. What was the reason he wanted her to give him the ring, she tired to remember. Yes, that was it. Because he loved her.

Biting her lip, she slowly turned around, and gave a faint yet beautiful smile to the face of her Grandpa.

Chin dropped, eyes looked at the clutched fist.

Glancing back up, a whisper came forth. “I’m going to trust you.”

A smile appeared on his face. He gently folded her in his arms. “I love you.” A kiss was softly planted on her cheek.

She stepped back, swallowing hard. Slowly opened her fist, the ring was given to her dear grandpa. A sigh escaped her lips, watching her precious ring being put in her grandpa’s checkered front pocket.

But what is this? In its place, he pulled something out and grasping her hand, slid it onto the finger that moments before graced the other ring.

She gasped. It was a gorgeous large diamond set upon a shiny gold band. Compared to her other ring, this one far outweighed it.

“Ohhh…” words came out in a breath. Arms tightened around the grandfather’s neck, the tears fell again. “Now I understand.”

She was fondled to his heart. A smile spread across the face of the old man, he spoke. “I love you, dear. Yes, now you understand.” Drawing her to his knee, he grasped the hand baring the little ring.

“It’s beautiful.”

Reaching into his pocket, he drew out the old ring and handed it back to her. Questioning eyes were lifted to his, and he explained.


“I was not planning to keep it, little one. I just wanted you to trust me.”  Gently, he squeezed her soft hand, as she gazed admiringly at her new ring. 

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

86,400 seconds

"86,400 seconds are all you receive in one day. If you only had 86,400 seconds left in your entire life, what would you do with them?"

John Wesley was once asked what he would do with his life if he knew he would die at midnight the next day. His answer was something like this:

“I would just carry on with what I am doing. I will arise at 5:00 a.m. for prayer, and then take a house meeting at 6:00 a.m. At 12 noon, I will be preaching at an open-air. At 3:00 p.m. I have another meeting in another town. At 6:00 p.m. I have a house meeting; at 10:00 p.m. I have a prayer meeting and at 12:00 midnight, I would go to be with my Lord.”

If you knew that you would die in 24 hours, would you be able to keep living on in good conscience as you are? Or would you begin to do all manner of ministry and evangelistic outreach? Would you be more loving and caring and thoughtful to those around you?

The Bible tells us…
Therefore be ye also ready: for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh.” (Matt 24:44)

Do we live each day honoring to the Lord? Do we use each minute wisely? Time is a very precious gift. If you knew you only had 24 hours left to live, what changes would you make to your routine? In reality, we should live each day as if it were our last, because…it may really be our last. Oh Lord, help me to live each day for Your glory and to not have regrets!

Maybe you have not accepted Christ as your personal Savior, for you say, “I will get right with God before I die. There’s enough time.”

Is there really enough time?

10 out of 10 people die. Think about that. And how many of those knew that their hour to go had come? Death can happen suddenly. Very suddenly. You could have a heart attack…be hit head on by an incoming vehicle…even die in your sleep. Approximately over 150,000 people die and go to their eternal destiny every single day. Each one of us will someday meet our Maker and give an account of the things we did in this life.

May I ask you this: Do you know when you will die?

The obvious answer is no. None of us know when our time will come. But it may be today.

Are you ready?

If you are not ready for death, please, I beg you…get right with God. He is waiting with open arms, and invites you to come to Him and accept Him by faith

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Bienvenidos!

Bienvenidos!

I recently had the opportunity to visit a Spanish speaking country, which was an experience I greatly enjoyed! When I arrived, I had several people tell me "Bienvenidos", and the church I visited even sang a song by that title. But what does it mean?

It means, simply, Welcome! And that's exactly what I want to do for you. Thanks for stopping by my little corner of the blogging world!

What is my purpose in blogging? 
I love to write. Writing is a passion and a gift I believe God has given to me, and I want to use it for His glory and the benefit of others. That's why I named my blog Compositions for the King: I write for the King, and I write so that other citizens of His kingdom may hopefully be encouraged. I felt lead to create an avenue in which I can share my writing with the world. Let me be up front with you: I may not post every week on here, but I will share when I can. :) I might occasionally do interviews with other writers, have guest posts, or what not; we'll see!

Who am I?
My name is Rachel, I'm a Christian saved by Jesus, and I'm not ashamed of His love for me! Without Him, I am nothing. In the past, I competed in the National Bible Bee. While I am now alumnus, the Bible Bee has had and continues to have a huge impact on my life, so be warned if you see it mentioned a lot on here. :) As I already mentioned, I enjoy writing; and even though I only found that passion about a year ago, I seek to do my best at it and write under God's inspiration. Among other things, I am also a musician, and love to sit down at my piano and harp whenever I get a chance. I also really enjoy listening to music. I love coffee, and you'll usually see me with a cup in hand when I write. Oh, and chocolate. You can't forget chocolate. It is a guiding light which shines around the enormous writer's block; showing the way for the writer to go (Yes, I also have a sense of humor). I guess you could say I am also somewhat of a modern day abolitionist, as I can't stand to see horrific crimes such as abortion and human trafficking prevalent even in my own state. I pray and wish to see these evil deeds brought to the light and discontinued.

Thank you for taking the time to read this little introduction. I hope to see you around in the coming days as I get this party rolling! I'm a newbie blogger, so bear with me if I don't do something right. x)
Please comment, because comments make me happy! =)
Press on!