At Your Throne

I come into Your Throne Room

and kneel before the Mercy Seat

It’s Your Throne Father

that I’d bold approach

That’s Where I long to be

Just You and Me


But it’s only through The Blood

It’s only through The Blood of the Son


Your Blood is Pure

Your Blood gives Life

It cleanses Me

And sets me Free

Breaks every chain

Takes every yoke

Your Love endures 

for all of Time

I am Forgiven

I am Loved

and by Your Blood

We are One


Tears in a Bottle II – Psalm 130: 5-8

This is Michelle’s testimony today. I’ve been around for some of her journey in recent years. She’s a sweet, beautiful and generous, gentle woman of God, and the road has not been easy… And she is a genuine worshiper of Christ … Be encouraged!!

Psalm 130:5-8

I wait (tarry, hope, trust, expect, be patient, remain in anticipation) for the Lord, my soul does wait (to wait for, look for, expect, and hope). And in His word, do I hope (expectation, something yearned for and anticipated eagerly, confident expectation based on a solid certainty). My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, yes more than watchmen wait for the morning. Oh My people, hope in the Lord; for with the Lord there is mercy (kindness, loving kindness, unfailing love, tenderness, faithfulness) And with Him is ABUNDANT(have in excess, greatly surpass, excel, overflowing surplus, over and above, more than enough, profuse, extraordinary, more than sufficient) REDEMPTION (deliverance, setting free). And He will redeem (liberate, release, preserve, rescue, deliver, cut loose, sever, to free, to ransom, God’s desire to free His people) you from all your iniquities (evil fault, sin, guilt, blame, moral illness). **I also like to put sickness, disease, depression, etc…It is all not from HIM. 
The correct way to hope and wait on the Lord is to STEADFASTLY expect His mercy, salvation, rescue; and all the while, not taking matters into your own hands. Waiting on Him can sometimes be long and tiresome and it is easy to want to give up or lose hope. Hope deferred makes the heart grow sick. I know, I have been there. In fact, up until just recently, I was so way past the point of waiting and I just felt a complacency. I knew I was loved and I loved Him, but I just didn’t feel it anymore. I was tired of waiting. I was done. I had been focusing on me, my health, my circumstances, my problems….of course I was weary and discouraged and wasn’t seeing Him in anything that involved me. But He was always there. He was always around. He was always speaking life over me. I was always on His mind. He paid an amazing price so that I could be set free. He had not forgotten me. I just forgot Who He is and had allowed me and my circumstances to get so big that I couldn’t see past them to see the TRUTH was always there. I knew in my head/heart He was there and occasionally would feel Him totally surround around me(especially when I fully surrendered in abandoned worship), but I just was tired. I know it is hard when you are physically going through a daily, moment by moment battle that seems to last forever!!! And for some of us, it has been years. And you just aren’t seeing those mountains move! It is hard to keep your eyes focused on Him and Him alone. I had to switch my perspective and view. When I began to look beyond myself and began to worship Him, to read His word with new “glasses”, began to Know HIM again… everything changed. Do I still have issues? Yes. Do I have a renewed hope? YES. Do I know that He has me in the palm of His hand and I am never alone? YES. Do I still believe that He is faithful to keep His promises to me? YES. Do I still believe I will walk in complete wholeness and healing? YES!!! There is a place where we can wait patiently and still have great expectation that He will redeem us, heal us, restore us, sozo us to the uttermost. And we can live in such sweet peace in the process. We can rest and abide in Him, and wait in expectation and hope knowing that He is good and faithful and we will see it come to pass. We can be that sweet fragrance of Hope to others and we can see Him move mountains in our lives and theirs. But how do we get to that place? One day at a time, moment by moment, day by day, year by year…reestablishing our intimacy with Him through constant communication, reading His word, praying and interceding for others, worshiping Him despite what we feel, and standing on His promises. These things will bring about a renewed hope and we will be taken with Him to higher levels where we can see ALL things from His perspective, and we will be changed!!! So if you are in that place where I was in, I want to encourage you, don’t give up, put your hope in the Lord. He is faithful and He will move the mountains for you. Trust me, you are not alone or forgotten. He loves you and so do I!!

Tears in a Bottle

A few months ago, as many of you know, I was in Nicaragua for about 3 1/2 weeks. Once the team left, I’d been given several very hefty warnings that there things coming my way. I was told that the warnings were coming so that I would not get blindsided.

One of those moments came, unexpectedly, in an unexpected manner – even though I was ‘watching’ for it. I was dealing with this one of the evenings that we have our prayer worship nights at the church. 

I found my ‘resting’ spot for the evening, as the guest worship leader began. I was sort of separate from the others, even though the coffee house is pretty small. I was doing my best to connect to God and not focus on the concern at hand, which was weighing on my heart pretty good. 

At some point, I heard her singing about God collecting our tears in a bottle. Psalm 56:8 (NLT) reads… 

You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.

I remember thinking.. oh God! I’m so tired of crying… I can’t even imagine how many bottles I’ve overflowed with tears.  

I vaguely remember hearing, or maybe I was just thinking it, that she also sang something about Him pouring them out. Just then I saw what looked like 2 gemstones falling. I remember a service at a former church, where, wow, I was on my knees crying pretty good, and the pastor’s wife saying she saw our tears falling on the carpet like gemstones. 

Suddenly I had a thought. What if, just what if, these bottles of tears He was catching and holding on to, were like His Alabaster Boxes? Precious and valuable to Him. Especially the tears that have been poured out in times of extravagant worship, when all hell has been coming against, and in the natural, worship is the last thing that makes any sense. 

Some of us had been (and continue to be) in many discussions regarding the woman anointing the feet of Jesus and other women who encountered Him. So the story of the alabaster box was a resident concept. There are even two songs that I love regarding the alabaster box… one by Julie Meyer and the other by Cece Winans. Cece tells the story of the woman coming to the feet of Jesus through her eyes. She transports you right there, and you are aware of nearly every step and emotion that she went through, but then also opens the door for you to find your own place in this story.

Julie’s song is a personal one, but one that all can plug into and pour out their alabaster boxes of extravagant worship before Him.

But this night, I guess was one of those nights. I was trying to worship even within a place of deep pain. And that thought about Him having our tears stored up in treasured containers caught my breath. And I thought, and maybe caught a glimpse of Him breaking open these jars of our tears, only they did not pour out as liquid, but as beautiful gems. I thought wow, He treasures our tears and values them as precious? Suddenly my tears in a bottle had new meaning.

And then! I went recently to a women’s conference named Beloved. There was a woman there who sold jewelry. Every piece that she procures, she prays over and attaches a name and a verse. I was looking at them and almost immediately was drawn, like a magnet to one piece. I was one of those rose gold pieces with a double chain. It was box shaped with the main sides of the box clear glass like. And in this container were little gems of a couple of different hues, sparkling in the light. Instantly I saw it as ‘my tears in a bottle’. As I reached for it, I was undone as I saw what she named the piece – ‘Extravagant Worship’ with the alabaster box passage as the scripture from Matthew. 

I was just a mess holding in my hands a tangible representation of what I’d seen in worship. Then, the next day, it was placed in my hands as a gift from a friend. It is a precious gift, not only from a friend, but the One I Love.

God takes our brokenness, and He crafts something beautiful out of it. Usually its something to help another on their journey. We are His Body, and when we are broken, He can take those broken pieces to feed the multitude. The next post after this, will be such an example as I share what my friend posted on another site this morning. I believe there will be many more to be added, so I believe we’re making “Tears in a Bottle” a new series. If you have such a testimony, or an encouraging word that has come out of your own brokenness, give me a shout and we’ll see about sharing it as well! 

As soon I as figure out how to get the photo uploaded, I’ll share my Tears in a Bottle with on this post as well!

My 'Tears in a Bottle'

My ‘Tears in a Bottle’