Mary Adams (26 Apr 2015)

 Just a thought from Mary
Greetings and much love to all my friends are in my heart and mind as I write you this letter. 
Silence is requires nothing more than doing nothing.   Now in my 80th year, there are two ways to look at what to do
with this time in my life; just grow older and slip away into heaven, or leave behind me a few written words that might bring comfort and hope to others long after I am gone? I am hoping to do both.  And if it is truly God speaking through the words I write, it will do that, and last thoughout eternity.
One of my favorite verses is what King David wrote in Psalm 71:17-18:
“O God, thou hast taught me from my youth: and hitherto have I declared thy wondrous works.  Now
also when I am old and grayheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shown thy strength unto this
generation, and thy power to every one that is to come.”
I am thinking of the Apostle John, the last remaining disciple of Christ.  He spent his final years on the island of Patmos in Malta,
isolated from familar lands and friends.  Bright red Maltese flowers come up every summer in my garden to remind me of him.
I wondered about it: surely our Lord could have used him preaching the gospel throughout Asia. Yet his job now was to write and record visions and revelations from the Holy Spirit. 
You and I must always remember that our times are in His hands...not ours. 
We may be experiencing difficult days and going through trials that make us sometimes question whether we are abandoned.  Our minds keep showing us the walls that encircle us with pain that  pierces our every thought, even disturbing our sleep, even though we might remember the  words that Jesus tells us, “I will never leave you nor forsake you”. 
These are perilous days, and the church is under attack as never before. Thousands have died for their faith worldwide. Horrible
things are happening everywhere. 
 Just focusing on our sins being nailed to that cross, we sometimes forget that our pain, our distress, our loneliness and our despair, were also nailed through the hands of Jesus upon that cross.  It was touching the scars in His hands and feeling the scar left from the sword that pierced his side that made Thomas cry out, “My Lord and My God!”  
There is scripture in Isaiah 49 that addresses this in a powerful way:
“Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing O mountains: for the LORD hath comforted
his people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted. But Zion said, the LORD hath forsaken me, and my LORD hath
forgotten me. Can a woman forget her suckling child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her
womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands,
thy walls are continually before me.”
Does anyone know? Does anyone care? we may ask ourselves.  Our minds think that way oftentimes, as did Thomas,
who became so distraught, that he ran from the others and shut himself away inside agonizing walls of hurt and
“We have seen the LORD” the disciples later tried to console him.  Yet Thomas replied, “I will never believe it unless I see the nailprints in His hands and trust my hand into his side.”  We read that Jesus later personally appeared to him and invited him to do just that.  Afterwards, Thomas screamed aloud,“MY LORD AND MY GOD!”

Isaiah wrote:
“”Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: ye we did esteem him strickens, smitten of God, and
afflicted.  But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace
was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” (53:4-5)
How powerful a revelation, to know that Isaiah also wrote:
“Thy children shall make haste; thy destroyers and they that made thee waste shall go forth of thee. Lift up thine eyes round about, and behold, all these gather themselves together, and come to thee. As I live, saith the LORD, thou shalt surely clothe thee with them all, as with an ornament, and bind them on thee as a bride doeth. For thy waste and thy desolate places, and the land of thy destruction, shall even now be too narrow by reason of the inhabitants, and they that swallowed thee up shall  be far away.“  (49:18)
It is so significant that when Christ (the bridegroom) comes for His bride, she will have adorned herself with wedding garments she has fashioned from every trial, pain, and discouragement she has endured in this life, and even some of them will be beautifully twisted and bound together like fashionable jewels to adorn her neck, her arms and feet.
Think of how the Bridegroom will rejoice, when He sees what His bride has done to adorn herself with such garments of praise and rejoicing for what He has done.
Perhaps it is when that happens, that the wedding feast begins...