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Is God in the Clouds?

Is God in the Clouds?


This morning the fog lay heavy. I couldn’t see very far out our window. Fog is a very heavy, low cloud isn’t it? But the picture about was another day – just plain cloudy but so beautiful with pink.

We talk about our walk with Jesus as being in the sun but sometimes it feels like we are in the clouds. There is murkiness in our thinking. We ask God to help clear our thinking. We ask Him to make it clear to us.

Oswald Chambers from July 29 says:

Through every cloud He brings He wants us to unlearn something.

Not to teach – but to unlearn. We have filled ourselves with stuff that God wants to wipe from our memory banks. He wants us to return to Him as a child.

Get rid of past hurts; get rid of fears; banish sorrows; push away anger.

Yes I guess those are unlearnings.

So when you see a cloud remember:

The clouds are a sign that He is there.

“They feared as they entered the cloud . . .” – Is there anyone “save Jesus only” in your cloud? If so, it will get darker; you must get to the place where there is “no one any more save Jesus only.”

Stand by your faith. Stand with Jesus.


Into His Presence with a Question

by Mary Haskett

Why, Lord, Why?

Why, Lord, Why? Into His Presence

“Why, Why, Why? I cried out aloud, when I heard such horrid news about a friend, a friend who loved the Lord and extolled him in her writings and daily living. I have to confess I felt anger and disappointment with the God of my salvation and I cried. Why does my friend have to go through hours of suffering?”

 1 Peter. Chapter 4:12 NIV, came to mind.

“Dear friends,” (In King James it reads ‘Beloved,’ which to me is more endearing and comforting, but in the NIV it continues,) “do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice.”

Now that’s a tall order. At that moment I couldn’t rejoice, only weep. This passage goes on to say,

“Rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, you are blessed, for the spirit of glory and of God rests on you…If you suffer as a Christian, do not be ashamed, but praise God that you bear that name.”

Although this address was to the early Christians who suffered persecution, we certainly can testify of Him when we suffer various types of trials, and for my friend it was a grievous physical suffering.

How did she face her situation? She trusted God showing a calm and gentle approach and in so doing glorified Jesus. And therein lies the crux of the matter. Do we glorify Him in all our trials? Do I?


Lord whatever our circumstance may we come humbly before you, not in frustration or disappointment, but in the knowledge that You do care and You will walk with us through the storm. For this we praise and thank you.

Mary Haskett

Mary is a writer and speaker. Since becoming a Christian she has served as Director of Women’s ministries, Singles Fellowship, counseling and prayer.

She is a member of The The Word Guild. and Inscribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship. Mary is the founder of Ready Writers, London

Her book Reverend Mother’s Daughter was a finalist in the 2008 Word Guild of Canada Awards and won an IPPY award in the states. Her second book Because We Prayed was released last year.  She has had many articles published and  has been a regular contributor to the community publication Christian Life in London. You can visit her on her website.


Wounded – Why in the same Place?


by T. L Wiens 

Wounded by a Fence

This past week, my daughter and I took on the task of building a doghouse. As with most such projects, there were cuts and slivers in my hands from the wood. One particular nick on the tip of my index finger made itself known with each step of the building process.

Then we had to put aside our building project to work on a fence for the horses. We keep them in small pastures, moving the electric fence every two weeks or so. It was fence-moving day. As I pulled and tugged trying to get the fence into place, a small piece of wire broke lodging itself in my previous wound on my index finger. It hurt.

“Why in the exact same place?” I asked as I shook the pain away.

It wasn’t a prayer but it filled my head with verses from the Bible and questions. Why did Job go through what he went through? Paul was shipwrecked and bitten by a snake. Jesus was beaten and crucified. So many of the faithful faced multiple challenges.

As I pulled out the splinter, things looked different. Maybe when life gets complicated and hard, it’s a sign that God has entrusted us with being faithful to Him. So, even though right now life in my home is complicated with far bigger issues than splinters and cuts, I’m going to trust God and praise Him.

 “What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?

 He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?

Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God’s elect? It is God that justifieth.

Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us.

 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

 As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,

Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 8: 31-39KJV).

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Oh, the Pain of it All

by Brenda Wood

1 Chronicles 4:9-10– And Jabez was more honorable than his brothers, and his mother named him Jabez saying, “Because I bore [him] with pain.”  Now Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, “Oh that Thou wouldst bless me indeed, and enlarge my border, and that Thy hand might be with me, and that Thou wouldst keep [me] from harm, that [it] may not pain me!” And God granted him what he requested. (NASB) 

Who wouldn’t want this to be real in their life? I want God to bless me and expand my borders, (unless that border is my dress size). I yearn for God to be with me and keep me from pain.

I pondered this tiny prayer, seeking to apply it to my own life. Pain. What kind of pain do I want to get away from? Why, me, of course! I want to get away from my flesh, the part of me that is not God-like. 

Jabez was known as Pain and no doubt lived up to his name. Don’t we all?  It’s hard to get free from the stigma of the past. The world watches our label and expects more of the same. When Jabez asked God to keep him from pain, perhaps he too wanted to be free of his label, free to expand beyond being a Pain and free to escape that fleshly part of him that kept him from God. 


Oh Lord God, Bless us indeed.  Enlarge our borders. We pray that your hand would be with us and that you would keep us from the harm that is ourselves. In Jesus’ Name. Amen


Brenda J. Wood

Author and speaker, Brenda and her hubby Ron, live near Barrie, Ontario. They have two children and five grands.Her latest workshop is called “Living like a Princess when Your Life is the Pits. Brenda also speaks regularly for Stonecroft Ministries.Her latest book is ”Heartfelt, 366 Devotions for Common Sense Living. Watch for her memoir, due out this year, called ‘Overcoming What is Overcoming You.’ Email Brenda.


Believing Prayer

by Janet Sketchley

Each year I attend Write! Canada, I start the conference with a headache. I blame it on the flight, lack of sleep, or an unfamiliar bed. A couple of painkillers later, and it’s gone.

Except for this year. Pills with breakfast didn’t work for long.

I’m Prayer Team Lead for The Word Guild. My main role for Write! Canada is to recruit other prayer volunteers and to be available to pray with people when and as needed.

Some of my best memories from the past few conferences are of those impromptu prayer connections. (Yes, the food, fellowship and professional development are excellent too.)

It’s one thing to pray for someone else. Quite another to ask for prayer. To confess a need.

Some time during that first day, I found myself in the bookstore talking with a couple of other attendees. Maybe one of them said I didn’t look so well. Or maybe she just asked how I was enjoying the conference so far.

I started to say everything was fine, then stopped. Asked for prayer. My head pounded even harder from the tension of admitting the need.

Bless their hearts, Judy and Ann prayed with me in a little huddle right there among the books and shoppers.

With tears in my eyes—gratitude and pain—I thanked them and went in search of Jan. She’s one of the Prayer Team Assistant Leads, a powerful intercessor and the owner of the Under the Cover of Prayer blog. More to the point, my drugs were locked inside her cabin.

Jan’s prayers joined the others’ and the pain only got worse. I swallowed a second dose of painkillers, hoping for a temporary reprieve.

Somewhere between the prayers and the next conference session, I thought I sensed God saying the pain wouldn’t bother me anymore.

It still hurt like crazy, but I decided to believe Him. I told Jan what I thought He’d said and that I wasn’t really sure about it.

By the time we walked into that next session, the pain had almost gone. Every time I felt its grip, I’d remind myself that it wasn’t going to bother me anymore. Then I’d think about something else.

I hadn’t been sure God spoke at all. Nor if He had, how long He’d meant. Long enough for the appointments I had that day? For the panel I was on?

That was back in June. The other day the pain came at me again. It swamped me for a few minutes, and then I looked at my husband and reminded myself aloud, “This isn’t going to bother me anymore.” I gave the spot a gentle rub and promised to hit the medicine cabinet if the pain didn’t go.

It went.

I don’t know how long “anymore” is. But I intend to enjoy it. Caught myself wishing in prayer this morning that God had said something about that ache in my hip….