For a Season

Oh Lord, in these days
The place where we meet
Has been denied me for a season


My soul longs for
Cries out
For our time to connect


You have answered my prayers
Given me my heart’s desire
In ways that are more than I can ask or imagine


Yet that place where we meet
Where my mind processes all that is going on
Has been held at bay


It’s been replaced
By busyness and plans
That will soon come to fruition


But it’s in writing
That I reflect
So clearly see Your presence in my life


It’s when my fingers strike the keyboard
That I work through the emotions
Through the grid of Your Word and the Holy Spirit’s leading


As much as I love my betrothed
Look forward with eager anticipation to that day when we become one
My heart cries out and I long for You, Oh God


May I never say
My name is Ichabod
That the glory of the Lord has departed from my life


May I be mindful
Of Your presence in my life
Your leading, Your guidance, Your tender correction


There are not enough sermons
Nor Bible studies attended
That can take the place of time spend with You


Oh God…carry me through this season
Restore unto me the time and place
And let us meet once again…daily commune


Until then God
Carry me, enable me, strengthen me…bring me through
To that private place where we meet again, one day face to face



Susan Bunts
September 16, 2008

Victory

Tonight, the Lord enabled me

To snatch victory from the jaws of the enemy

When I heard the word…a smile crossed my lips

“Yes Lord…forgive”

The battle began early

I felt pummeled…assaulted on every side

Relentless…unending

Subtle…but it was an effective attack

Who would recognize it

Trace it back…to the enemy

Who would recognize the handwriting

Scripted by the hater of my soul

It felt like a war

The enemy was on every front

It left me wounded and numb

Spent…barely able to lift my head

Then the "piece of resistance"

Words wielded…left me battered and bloody

Oh Lord…just get me through this day

Help me to not respond in kind

Understanding their true nature

Brought no comfort

Knowledge that they are but a puppet of the enemy

Was not a healing balm to my soul

But in the quiet…at the end of the day

I came to the end of my reserves

It was there that the Holy Spirit reminded me

Of my “new nature” in Christ

He’s the One

When He whispered the word, “Forgive”…peace filled my soul

He’s the One who will enable me to return the arena

Enter where the prowling lions seek to devour me

Yet I fear not…for He is the One

Who will shut tight the jaws that would otherwise crush me

Tonight…the Holy Spirit within

Enabled me to forgive

In doing so He snatched victory

From the deadly jaws of Satan

A powerful and effective foe to a created one

But a defeated foe to the Kind of kings and Lord of lords

By Susan Bunts

September 9, 2008

Only Believe

If I had believed those who told me

It’s God’s will that you never marry

Would I have ceased to pray

Never more asked God to grant me the desires of my heart

If I believed that the chapters yet to be written

Would never be different

From that which had gone before

Would my faith have failed me

If I believed the lies of the enemy

Doubted the goodness of God

Would I have presented my requests to Him

Confident that He is able

If I had never asked

God to bring me a godly husband

Would I have ever donned a wedding gown

Or felt your hand in mine

If I had not risked

Being embarrassed

Feeling the failure

Would I have gathered the courage to asked others to pray

If I had not heeded

The still small voice within

Would I have lacked the vision

To only believe

By Susan Bunts

September 3, 2008