We’ll Get Through This
Lord, our troubles
Are so great,
We don’t know what to do;
The price for our
Iniquity
Is finally coming due.
The world is crumbling
All about;
No safe place can be found.
Right is wrong,
Wrong is right;
The change is quite profound.
Lord, we need
Your guiding light
To lead us out of here;
We’ll focus on
Your Word, and prayer,
To take away our fear.
Temptations of
This dying world
We’ll rule out and let go;
Give our burdens
All to you,
Shed all worldly woe.
That’s how we’ll
Get through this, Lord,
Fixed on heaven above,
Assured of your
protection, help,
And everlasting love.
By Joanna Fuchs
This Christian poem tells of Jesus’ never-failing support for us.
Hollywood and the sound of Old Boots.
In his early days, Hollywood spent his time working on ranches. He made friends with everything around him, not just people. He made friends with his horses; he made friends with all the critters that he looked after. He made friends with the people that came to the ranch. He had friends from all over Eastern Wyoming and western South Dakota.
He learned many, many songs from his mother. These songs were about all different kinds of things. Sometimes she taught him songs about riding on the range. Sometimes she taught him songs about storm clouds and about the power of the river. Sometimes she taught him songs about how it felt when people came by to visit. She used the songs to teach him truth and life lessons.
On this day he walked way out onto the backside of the ranch. Drifting up into the foothills of the Wind River Range; he sat down in a deep crevice to ponder. Hollywood watched the clouds drift by as his mind wandered. He thought of one of those songs from his mom. In his mind he could hear her voice singing –
Laying in a narrow, daydreaming on life,
Looking at a cleft between tall walls.
heard a deep rumble of old boot heels,
They were coming down the draw.
Been a while since I put eyes on them,
I would guess three or four months.
This clatter could not be mistaken,
If you had ever heard it once.
His mind drifted once again. Watching the clouds come by, observing the formations with an imagination, you started guessing what he was seeing. Sometimes he could see the head of a coyote. As it drifted by another time, he thought he was seeing a turtle floating across the sky. Then a long, narrow snake moving across the sky; then that snake transformed and it became the round dot with another dot and another dot and it looked almost like a music note. But that seemed a little too strange for him. Then his mother’s voice came back to him again.
She often wondered about people and how they thought about the things of God. She was very willing to listen to their thoughts and pray for them and help them understand the things about Jesus that would change their lives. Hollywood knew that.
His relationship with God happened because of his mother talking to him over and over as he wrestled with the things of life. Hollywood wondered what his life would have been like if he had not paid attention to her thoughts. He was eternally grateful for her willingness to keep talking with him and keep praying with him until finally he understood that there was a God out there that loved him in spite of all the things he had done. This God really loved him in spite of himself. Hollywood struggled with a lot of things in his younger years, but he never forgot the words of his mother.
He ran away from home when he was a young man. He was convinced that he was going to find his own way and that he knew better than anybody else what was going to be good for him. Ohh my, the troubles he got himself into. He started running with the wrong crowd. This crowd was not a good influence. Because of his mother’s prayer and Fathers influence, he was truly fortunate to isolate himself before they started robbing banks.
He found a very loving and gentle sheriff that picked him up and put him in jail for a couple of weeks and talked with him about the path that he was on. That sheriff then reached out to his mother and determined that she was a woman of God. So, he released Hollywood into his mother and father’s hands.
Boy did she scold him. ‘Hollywood’ she sternly blurted out as she grabbed his ear and twisted. But she also showed him great mercy when the time came for him to sit down and take account of his life. So, as he slowed down in this small valley on this day; He heard her voice once again. — She was singing —
Started thinking about God’s grace.
I wondered if this was their today.
Told them about the goodness of God.
Turned out Jesus was the right play.
Their hearts renewed by mercy.
The wild horse in them put to rest.
They did not expect this blessing.
God gave them grace and his cleft.
Hollywood was at peace with himself now. He had Miss Tillie (his wife and best friend) at his side. And he had responsibilities. He worked for a good man on a ranch that needed his help. He felt like he had a purpose.
His boss said — You’ve come a long way since that little boy who ran away. It was clear, you were running from life, from your parents, from your friends, and from everything else. Anyone could see you were trying to figure out what this life is all about.
Today, out on the range, Hollywood just thinks about the songs his mother used to sing to him to help calm him down when the day was hard. On those days, his mother’s voice, and the God that he serves brought him peace.
And then, there is Miss Tillie, his wife. She was a gift from God. She made him feel needed and wanted. Life does not get much better. And with that, the sun started to drift down. Hollywood hopped back up from his resting place and headed home. His workday was done, his thinking was done, he was ready to go home and spend time with his wife. It was a good day….
Proverbs 31:10-12 – A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.
Please note: In 1956 a cowboy poet, Jim Jennings, published a short book about his experience working at ‘dude’ ranches in the west. My Great grandmother, Goldie Livingston, obtained a first edition copy of Jim’s self-published book in the fall of 1956. The poetry in this story is adapted from Jim’s book.
The Lowly Prayer Journal
It has been my observation — Using a simple book (Journal) of blank pages or lined pages to keep a written record of the ideas and experiences in prayer and bible study is not uncommon. Many prayer warriors keep one to remind them of their successes (discovering God’s will) and their failures (stepping outside the swim lane).
This Journal will be full of their ideas, requests, notes on when and how they met the objectives, how they felt, what they talked about, and how God responded. And, most importantly, what they learned while reading and meditation on scripture.
Most people who keep the journal (wall of truth) do not talk much about the journal they are keeping. Occasionally they publish excerpts of their prayers as poetry or prose on electronic media or the printed page – or perhaps an essay or two.
Sometimes the entries are used to develop lyrics for songs. For the most part, their content remains private. If they keep a journal, you know they are spiritual warriors. They stand toe to toe with Lucifer. You would be wise to give them a bit of respect. I do.
The notion of expressing your prayer in writing is as old as the psalms. When David, a mere shepherd by was anointed to King by Samuel, he gradually began to journal his thoughts (inspired by the Holy Spirit) in the form of psalms. You may recall he was a musician and a dancer. It was a small step to integrate his prayer into music and lyrics.
Others such as Asaph, Moses, and the sons of Korah, created a wonderful library of inspired prayers and laments. These songs became the tools used by the Israelites in worship; they psalms become part of their knowledge about the things of God – they became a wall of truth.
This flow of journaled prayer morphed into the early church. Songs and recited liturgy were based upon the journaled prayers of the priests, monks, and scripture. The psalms (journaled prayers) have brought comfort and clarity to many people through the ages who sometimes use them as a beginning point for their own prayers and song lyrics even today. This is how the catechism came to be.
Many psalms are prayers to God and express a wide array of emotions, questions, and conclusions as the writer wrestles with life situations. One reason God placed the book of Psalms in our Bible was to give us examples of the kind of prayers we can create. The prayers in Psalms are honest, heartfelt, and pure streaming thought. We should do no less. We may never rise to the level of David in our thoughts, but we can make notes and write the things that come to our mind. As we review the thoughts, we can see our gradual growth in Jesus.
A prayer journal is an excellent way to keep our thoughts focused as we bring them to the Lord. Prayer journaling also helps document seasons of our lives – things that are important in one part of our life lose importance in other periods of our life. Writing our thoughts on paper helps us clarify them, and, like the psalmists, we gradually are able to develop a proper line of reasoning by the time we finish journaling. During the development process, the eraser is our best friend.
Even our darkest musings can be a seed for a wonderfully honest praise. For example, look at the power of Psalm 121. It starts with a question — I lift up my eyes to the mountains, where does my help come from? The psalm ends with the answer – the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore. He is our help. This is an extraordinary flow of thought. Comforting and honest.
I think a journal is a grand tool for the thoughtful focused prayer warrior. The tool is a wonderful register of how God leads us to think about things while studying scripture and how he answers prayer. When we read the history of our life in conversation with the one true living God, we stand a bit easier, knowing he is there. 24/7. We stay on task because we want to stay on task.
For those who are called to pray and study, I thank God you have embraced this calling – you are the vanguard of the living truth.
I choose Jesus.
Other Seeds Fell

The Pursuit
It has been my observation that all of us who trust in God can always have confidence in the one true living God. In Psalms 97 we find a God of power and dignity. A God that delivers his people from troubles. We find the author of our salvation. For me, I see a God who reached into my dismal shell of a life and renewed his grace within me. Let us take a look at the details.
Psalm 97:1-7 says — The Lord reigns, let the earth be glad; let the distant shores rejoice. Clouds and thick darkness surround him; righteousness and justice are the foundation of his throne. Fire goes before him and consumes his foes on every side. His lightning lights up the world; the earth sees and trembles. The mountains melt like wax before the Lord of all the earth. The heavens proclaim his righteousness, and all people see his glory. All who worship images are put to shame (NIV).
When I had nearly given up hope of ever being ‘in service of the King’ again, he reached out to me, a person whose life was the definition of a rebel. He called me back. There was no place for me to look for salvation except in the grace of Jesus, nothing else has any value. I tried. There was nothing. I looked in philosophy, I looked in history, I looked in science, I looked in Math, nothing. There is nothing else but Jesus. There is no other name on the face of the earth that can bring us hope. None.
For the Hebrew nation and for me Psalms 97 speaks about Jesus, the author of our salvation. Our salvation is assured by God’s power, it is treasured and delivered in God’s grace, it is guaranteed to be secure, permanent, authoritative. We are saved by his strong tower, we are enabled to run the race, we are permitted to take shelter in the tower, we are safe. If I look beyond this deliverance, from my life as a rebel to the deeper things of the Spirit, I quickly notice the messianic salvation, my everlasting ransom, the repair of my soul, my rescue from death. and the restoration of my walk in Jesus.
This I know for sure — there is a world without end; and it will be well or ill with us according to our willingness to embrace the Grace of God. Plato had a feeling for this ‘world that does not end,’ but he did not find an answer to the question – is it real? Plato died when Alexander the Great was a child, Alexander the Great conquered Israel on his way south to conquer Egypt and build the city of Alexandria, soon the libraries he established became the global home of most knowledge known to man.
There are many historians that think the Septuagint (Greek Old Testament) was retained in the Alexandrian library. Why does this matter? Because this library was a repository of known knowledge. This library would have provided an answer to Plato’s question, he was curious, but he died before the library was completed. Do not wait – God’s word is readily available. Read. Now. Not tomorrow. Now.
All of us, including me, know of the confusion we felt when we first became aware of our sin and the impact of that sin (before we knew Jesus). We felt trapped, unable to escape the effect, unable to bring ourselves to accept Jesus. We ran to and frow, looking for anyone with answers that could override Grace. We tried to build community in our sin and tell ourselves it was not sin; we became forward thinking people abandoning the age-old truths. We puffed up our little heads and glared at the one true living God. Defiant, we refused to submit. We joined hands with other rebels and resisted the gospel. We kept one another’s countenance as bright as possible and wandered in confusion together. Then it happened. The light of truth outran the darkness in our heart. In the light we saw we had no clothes on. We were standing in sin. No protection. The light exposed everything. Darkness can only be overcome by one thing – the way, the truth, and the light. Selah. We yield. I thank God he chose to pursue me.
I choose Jesus.