February 20, 2011

Broken and Crying Out

Posted in Prayer Request at 10:56 pm by Sarah Bosse

God is calling me to even stricter diligence in my daily life.  Diligence to sleeping at a certain time, rising at a certain time, eating at a set time and certain foods to better maintain my health, etc.  He has laid it on my heart and has even used friends of late to bring this conviction more fully to bear upon me, not in judgment, but in grace and a desire to see me grow in godliness.
My flesh rebels, however, and this strictness, it feels, is the very death of me, a terrifying and slow suffocation.  But what am I to say?  That I do not sense the conviction of the Spirit of God?  That I prefer my own way, though filled with error and selfishness, pride that elevates my desires above the desire that God be glorified?  Oh Lord, let this not be the description of my life!!
Tears roll freely down.  My heart is feeling broken tonight, and I sense I will be spending hours this week on my face before God.  I cannot do this alone – it isn’t in me.  I am so weak, so tired, so frail, so exhausted by the constant battle.
…but He is so strong, and I know He wants to show that His power is perfected by giving me – the weakest one – victory that points myself and others wholly back to Him, for His glory.
This battle really isn’t physical; it is primarily spiritual, as my spirit is strengthened in Him and my body and flesh is mortified.  The battle is the Lord’s.  I can choose to go in His strength, upheld by His power.
In prayer, please “hold my weary arms up” as I cry out to God for His help and His victory in my life in so many areas, that I may become a woman whose life pleases God and brings Him great glory.  Though it costs me all, what is not already God’s that I should withhold from Him?
Lord, help me.

February 10, 2011

A Response To: ESSAY; The Valley Is The Place For Me by Christine DiGrazia

Posted in Lighter Moments, Stories at 9:13 pm by Sarah Bosse

A response to:

ESSAY; The Valley Is The Place For Me
Published: March 21, 2004

That was a good article. I lived in Ansonia growing up, and as an infant I lived in New Haven. I went to school for several years in Ansonia, and my family attended a church in Orange. I remember all those lonely-looking, empty factories, some of which were still being used, typically for purposes other than that for which they were originally built. And I do have to agree that sports fanaticism has become part of the local culture of that area. LOL. 😀 Dad still roots for UCONN, especially women’s basketball. He would bring me home little stuffed teddies with “UCONN” on their sports jersey shirts. 🙂 To be honest, the stereotype that Valley folks don’t travel as much as others is probably true, but there’s nothing particularly wrong about that.

The problem isn’t even so much the stereotypes, but the fact that people tend to care more about silly preferences and cultural differences than they care about moral and ethical issues, character qualities, etc. “So what!” if you have more or less education (and coming from my “stock,” I’m not dissing education, but…) – there are things much more important in life than education, culture, etc. For instance…Do you love God and others? I can assure you that truly loving others and making that your “career” will be more challenging than any other job, career, or goal you set in your life – it’s one you will never fully perfect, but growing in love is worth every bit of work, effort, toil, sweat and tear you will pour into it.

If I speak in the tongues of men… but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I …understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends. ….As for knowledge, it will pass away.
(1 Corinthians 13:1-8 ESV)

Rather than being known for their high education, cultural astuteness, and equality with the rest of the world, I hope the Valley will feel challenged to be known for Christ-like love, grace, and the fruit of the Spirit.

*Jumping off my soap box, hoping to land on my feet.*

December 6, 2010

Prayers In The Night – a prayer poem for a friend

Posted in Disability, Poetry, Prayer Request at 1:08 am by Sarah Bosse

Prayers In The Night
written for a friend
Friday, 5.29.09, 2:15am

Our prayers are that this night
you will receive peace and rest,
and wake in the morning fully refreshed
by the incomprehensible power of God.

The Lord goes before you
and you are not alone.
Your Heavenly Father adores you;
His child He will not give a stone.

Through all these days, years, months, and miles,
He has walked you through every fiery trial
For His own glory and your eternal good.

The Sovereign Lord who created the galaxies
Condescended to become human flesh.
Tempted and tried, hung on a cross to die,
Knowing all manner of grief and pain.

Yet three days later He rose again!
And we are granted life through His resurrection.
The power of God that raised Christ will raise us too
so that in this Christian life, we will be made new.

Turn to Him now and look upon His face,
and the world will grow dim in the light of His grace.

Hear your Savior interceding for you with perfect prayers,
pointing to His wounds, how He bought you fair and square.
No evil may touch you, no pain and no harm,
but that which the Lord allows; so do not be alarmed.
“Fear Not!” the Lord said to fearful disciples many a time;
“I control the wind and waves; they obey my voice and are mine.”

We obey Your voice and come to You right now;
before Your throne we humbly bow,
seeking Your face and the light of Your grace
to fill us with increased faith.

How grateful we are to have a high priest
Who knows that we are frail and weak,
who remembers that we are but dust
and loves us still; and so we trust His sovereign will.


Sarah M. Bosse

Lord, Make Me A Thirsty Sea Sponge

Posted in Poetry, Prayer Request at 12:27 am by Sarah Bosse

Lord, make me a thirsty sea sponge.

Without nourishment the sea sponge has no potential on dry land.
But dip it into the River and watch as it expands.
Then it is full and leaking refreshing waters wherever it goes.
And when it is taken back to the dry shore,
It refreshes those to whom it is bestowed.
But bring it back again to its source of water flows
So that it can be used again to spread the fame of Him who dips and serves
and sows.

The sponge does not move of its own volition,
But of the will of the One who uses it for His will’s fruitition.
The sponge cannot grow legs, no not even if it tried.
It even needs the hands of the Master to squeeze out the filth,
to cause those rushing waters to come in and make it alive.

The sea sponge is a mighty creation because it’s thirst will never end.
Fill it up, wring it out, and it is thirsty yet again.
Let me never be, Lord, satisfied with the stale water that might sit inside.
Bring me back, bring me back, bring me back to that River of Life.

The River of Life is so deep and so wide that a whole host of sea sponges
Could never ever quench it’s awesome tide.
Let me never think that I’ve absorbed all of You there is to obtain
Lest you leave me on the dry shore and there forever I remain.

Sarah M. Bosse 9.2.05

November 18, 2010

Victory In Jesus – Eugene Bartlett

Posted in Hymns / Songs / Lyrics at 5:09 pm by Sarah Bosse

As I am sure I have explained a number of times in the past, my parents used to sing hymns in the car during loooong trips up and down the East Coast to visit relatives each year during the holidays. Today, while meditating on God’s Word, this hymn came to mind and has been playing like a record in my mind all day. So, here you go! Be blessed!

Victory In Jesus by Eugene Bartlett

I heard an old, old story,
How a Savior came from glory,
How He gave His life on Calvary
To save a wretch like me;
I heard about His groaning,
Of His precious blood’s atoning,
Then I repented of my sins
And won the victory.

O victory in Jesus,
My Savior, forever.
He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming blood;
He loved me ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him,
He plunged me to victory,
Beneath the cleansing flood.

I heard about His healing,
Of His cleansing pow’r revealing.
How He made the lame to walk again
And caused the blind to see;
And then I cried, “Dear Jesus,
Come and heal my broken spirit,”
And somehow Jesus came and bro’t
To me the victory.

I heard about a mansion
He has built for me in glory.
And I heard about the streets of gold
Beyond the crystal sea;
About the angels singing,
And the old redemption story,
And some sweet day I’ll sing up there
The song of victory.

September 9, 2010

Real Lasting Rest / Struggling With God’s Sovereignty – Desiring God – Paul Tripp

Posted in Devotionals tagged , , , , , , at 4:24 pm by Sarah Bosse

Do you ever struggle with God’s sovereignty? Do you wonder why he has ordained for you to face the things you face? Are you ever tempted to doubt his goodness or question his love? Or do you experience rest of heart even when your relationships are messy and your circumstances are difficult? The following words are about where the rest can be found.

I did it again and again when our children resisted our instruction and correction. I did it again and again when they debated a command or questioned our plans. I did it again and again when they opposed our authority and quested for self-rule. I did it again and again for two good reasons.

To begin with, my wife and I had brought children into this world who thought they didn’t need us! Like us, each of them at some point fell into believing they were far more knowledgeable and capable than they really were. Like us, they often assumed that their intentions were noble and their plans were sound. Like us, they tended to think they were capable of determining what was best, even when they lacked important information and experience. Like we often do, they simply felt they were in possession of a better way.

But there was a second reason I did it again and again. Our children were too young to grasp the abstract, strategic, and often theological purposes underlying my instruction. Even if I explained everything in as age-appropriate a way as I could, they would still have no actual understanding. They just did not yet have the categories or the capacity to grasp the parental logic behind the plan or command.

So I did the same thing again and again. I would kneel down in front of them at eye level and say, “Please look at Daddy’s face. Do you know how much I love you? Do you know that your Daddy is not a mean, bad man? Do you know that I would never ask you to do anything that would hurt you or make you sick? I am sorry that you can’t understand why Daddy is asking you to do this. I wish I could explain it to you, but you are too young to understand. So I am going to ask you to do something—trust Daddy. When you walk down the hallway to do what Daddy has asked you to do, say to yourself, ‘My Daddy loves me. My Daddy would never ask me to do something bad. I am going to trust my Daddy and stop trying to be the Daddy of my Daddy.'”

God does the same thing with you, over and over again. He meets you in one of the difficult hallways of your life, kneels down before you in condescending love, and asks you to trust his loving and wise rule, even though you don’t have a clue what he is doing.

He knows there are many times when your life doesn’t look like there is anyone ruling it, let alone someone wise and good. He knows there will be times when you will wish you could be the author of your own story. He knows that at times you will be overwhelmed by what is on your plate. He knows that his plan will confuse and confound you. And he knows that real rest cannot be found in understanding, because, like my children, there are things, as a limited human being, you simply do not have the capacity to understand.

Real rest is found in trusting the Person who is in control of the things you don’t understand.

He is willing to have the conversation with you again and again, and he has made sure that his Word assures you of his rule again and again. (For just a few examples, see 1 Chronicles 29:11-12Psalm 103:19Psalm 115:3Proverbs 21:1Isaiah 46:9-10Daniel 4:35, and Ephesians 1:11.)

August 23, 2010

Lest I Forget Thy Love For Me, Lead Me To Calvary

Posted in Devotionals, Hymns / Songs / Lyrics, Prayer Request tagged , , , , , , , , , at 10:35 pm by Sarah Bosse

Sometimes I walk through some deep and dark valleys that probably only those who have walked the same paths could understand.  I can hardly say that I “understand” them; “familiar” may be a better word.  Despair, darkness, dryness, death.  That’s what resides in those valleys.

Yet there’s something else that resides there as well.  And it may take a while to dig down to hit that Bedrock, yet it exists.  How the Spirit of God could speak to me through the darkness is a mystery to me.  When I feel like I don’t even WANT God, He can break through my hardness and anger.  All glory to Him for that.

Through my most recent valley, the words that the Spirit keeps speaking to me are short and simple, yet full.  “Lest I Forget Thy Love For Me, Lead Me To Calvary”.  That’s it.  Yet it means so much.  There are at least two angles from which to view this phrase; how it illuminates our human condition, and how it gives glory to God’s perfect condition.

I’m forgetful, I’m lowly, unworthy, rebellious, sinful, debase, detestable.  I both CAN and DO forget my Savior’s love for me.  I CAN and DO get distracted by every thought and wave, sweeping and tossing me to and fro.  I CAN and DO get angry with God, my Creator, and the Lover of my soul.  Whether I’m in the mood to admit it or not, I need a Savior.  I need a Calvary.  I needed Him to die for me.  And I need to die to my sin.

From the perspective of God’s perfection and – glory be to God – His grace; I can also rejoice in the fact that He has provided all that I need and more.  He is humble, but holy.  He became my substitute and took the wrath that I deserve.  He loves me, regardless of what I think of myself and my human condition or circumstances.  What’s amazing is that He also LEADS me.  There’s no reason He should, but He chooses to.  Even when I want nothing to do with Him, nothing to do with life or living or fighting or or or…He’s there with open arms.  He’s both my Bedrock and my Comforter.

And this one line, of this old hymn my parents used to sing in harmony during our long car rides to Maine and back as a young child, came back to me and has pierced a shaft of light through what feels like unbearable gloom.

“Lest I Forget Thy Love For Me, Lead Me To Calvary”

Sometimes the lights are turned out and it’s so dark I can’t process Scripture; Scripture feels overwhelming.  But God’s Spirit is still with me in the deepest depths, and He speaks.  Just a few words.  And what He says that surpasses words is still understood.  The Spirit says, “This is what you are to pray right now; “Don’t let me forget Your Love, God!  Hold me!  And lead me by the hand to the place where You showed your great Love for me – take me to Your cross, so that I can smell the rough and splintered wood, see the blood that ran in a continuous stream from Your head to Your feet, still fresh, feel the tremors of the very earth below my feet on the day that You died as the earth quaked and the tombs of the dead were opened as the dead were raised, feel the strong and gusting wind pushing against my body as the sky darkens and the terrifying storm rolls in, causing the centurions to quake in their armor.  Its as if the foundations of all creation are about to come undone in testimony to Your divine love, all loves eternally excelling.  Satan is defeated and his roaring is silenced for a time as the heavens watch in awe, only to be deafened again by the rejoicing in heaven and loudest praise of all the heavenly hosts in chorus.  Lead me, God, to THIS Calvary.   The Calvary of Satan’s defeat and God’s victorious love, displayed as the greatest Sacrifice ever to be made.  Don’t let me forget this Calvary, this Savior, this Love.  Help me, Lord!”

Lead Me To Calvary

Words: Jennie E. Hussey, 1921     Music: Wil liam J. Kirk Patrick

King of my life, I crown Thee now,
Thine shall the glory be;
Lest I forget Thy thorn crowned brow,
Lead me to Calvary.
Lest I forget Gethsemane,
Lest I forget Thine agony;
Lest I forget Thy love for me,
Lead me to Calvary.
Show me the tomb where Thou wast laid,
Tenderly mourned and wept;
Angels in robes of light arrayed
Guarded Thee whilst Thou slept.
Let me like Mary, through the gloom,
Come with a gift to Thee;
Show to me now the empty tomb,
Lead me to Calvary.
May I be willing, Lord, to bear
Daily my cross for Thee;
Even Thy cup of grief to share,
Thou hast borne all for me.

August 3, 2010

The Hideous Nature of the Prosperity Gospel

Posted in Devotionals tagged , , , , at 9:13 pm by Sarah Bosse

The “Prosperity gospel” is being shared by many missionaries coming from the USA traveling to the rest of the world.  But THIS IS NOT THE TRUE GOSPEL.  GOD Himself should be our treasure, and we must treasure the Giver and not His gifts.  EVERYTHING ELSE will burn up and we cannot take it with us when we die.  God is most glorified in you when you are most satisfied in Him… especially in the midst of loss.

I honestly believe that within 1 or 2 decades in the USA, we will begin to see missionaries from other parts of the world come to us and teach us the true Gospel again.  And I pray that their understanding of the Gospel is much more Bible-rooted than that which is touted in many churches in the USA today.

1 Timothy 6:6-21

6 Now there is great gain in godliness with contentment, 7 for we brought nothing into the world, and we cannot take anything out of the world. 8 But if we have food and clothing, with these we will be content. 9 But those who desire to be rich fall into temptation, into a snare, into many senseless and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction. 10 For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evils. It is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many pangs.

11 But as for you, O man of God, flee these things. Pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, steadfastness, gentleness. 12 Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called and about which you made the good confession in the presence of many witnesses. 13 I charge you in the presence of God, who gives life to all things, and of Christ Jesus, who in his testimony before Pontius Pilate made the good confession, 14 to keep the commandment unstained and free from reproach until the appearing of our Lord Jesus Christ, 15 which he will display at the proper time—he who is the blessed and only Sovereign, the King of kings and Lord of lords, 16 who alone has immortality, who dwells in unapproachable light, whom no one has ever seen or can see. To him be honor and eternal dominion. Amen.

17 As for the rich in this present age, charge them not to be haughty, nor to set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly provides us with everything to enjoy. 18 They are to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, 19 thus storing up treasure for themselves as a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is truly life.

20 O Timothy, guard the deposit entrusted to you. Avoid the irreverent babble and contradictions of what is falsely called “knowledge,” 21 for by professing it some have swerved from the faith.

Grace be with you.

July 25, 2010

The Ostrich – An Example of Stupidity

Posted in Lighter Moments at 9:33 pm by Sarah Bosse

ostrich Yup, this is random. Ready? Here goes. Last week I was reading a friend’s blog, and a quote (totally unrelated to ostriches) roused my full curiosity about ostriches and I decided to look for ostriches in the Bible. Guess what! They are all over the place! Here’s what I found out about the ostrich – one of God’s oddest creatures – from the Bible….

Job 39:13 “The wings of the ostrich wave proudly,
but are they the pinions and plumage of love?
14 For she leaves her eggs to the earth
and lets them be warmed on the ground,
15 forgetting that a foot may crush them
and that the wild beast may trample them.
16 She deals cruelly with her young, as if they were not hers;
though her labor be in vain, yet she has no fear,
17 because God has made her forget wisdom
and given her no share in understanding.
18 When she rouses herself to flee,
she laughs at the horse and his rider.”

Job 39 is pretty cool and really shows the awesomeness of God. Actually, God talks alot about the ostrich! Check this out!

Leviticus 11:16
And these you shall detest among the birds; they shall not be eaten; they are detestable: the eagle, the bearded vulture, the black vulture, 14 the kite, the falcon of any kind, 15 every raven of any kind, 16 the ostrich, the nighthawk, the sea gull, the hawk of any kind,…

Deuteronomy 14:15

Job 30:29

Isaiah 13:21
20 It will never be inhabited
or lived in for all generations;
no Arab will pitch his tent there;
no shepherds will make their flocks lie down there.
21 But wild animals will lie down there,
and their houses will be full of howling creatures;
there ostriches will dwell,
and there wild goats will dance.
22 Hyenas will cry in its towers,
and jackals in the pleasant palaces;
its time is close at hand
and its days will not be prolonged.

Isaiah 34:13

Isaiah 43:20

Jeremiah 50:39

Lamentations 4:3

Micah 1:8

Looks like God made the ostritch to be an example to us of a creature that is: stubborn, dumb, “cruel” (Lam 4), unclean, a symbol of desolation. It is an animal that inhabits Babylon in Isa 13; a creature without wisdom living in a place that forsook Wisdom.

What I learned from Google and National Geographic is that an ostrich’s eye is LARGER than its brain, but it’s the largest bird on earth. But they lay the largest eggs in the world (ouch!). An ostrich can run up to 43mph, and those powerful legs can kick hard enough to kill a human.

Perhaps that’s more than you ever were curious to know or wanted to know about ostriches. I’ll probably be researching them for a few days now, however. 😛 LOL.

July 18, 2010

There Is A Way To Be Happy Even In Sadness – John Piper, Desiring God

Posted in Devotionals tagged , , , , at 10:19 pm by Sarah Bosse

There is a Way to Be Happy, Even in Sadness

Godly Sorrow: Jesus’ and Ours
By John PiperMarch 23, 2005

Christian Hedonists embrace necessary sorrow for the glory of God. On the one hand, we are utterly committed to pursuing joy in God at all times. But on the other hand, we know there is more to the emotional life of godly people than joy. Joy is not the only good emotion. But without delight in God, no emotion would be good. Either as component or the concomitant of all godly emotions, it is joy in God that makes them good.

Consider sorrow. Neither Jesus nor the Holy Spirit has ever sinned. But both have grieved. Both have been sorrowful. Therefore, godly sorrow is possible.

Not only that, godly sorrow is possible also for sinners. It is possible precisely because of our sin. One form of sorrow is sorrow for doing something wrong. So Paul writes to the Corinthians:

For even if I made you grieve with my letter, I do not regret it. . . . I rejoice, not because you were grieved, but because you were grieved into repenting. For you felt a godly grief, so that you suffered no loss through us. 10 For godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, whereas worldly grief produces death. (2 Corinthians 7:8-10)

At least two things govern what makes sorrow good. One is the cause, the other is the outcome. The cause of godly sorrow for our own sin is the spiritual perception of its moral ugliness, not just its negative consequences. We see it as morally repugnant. This repugnance is owing to our spiritual preference for the taste of the truth and beauty of God. Therefore our sorrow for sin is rooted in our savoring of God. Sin is a revolting flavor in the feast of godwardness. Therefore, sorrow over this is a signal that we delight in God. That is what makes the sorrow good.

The outcome of good sorrow for sin is repentance and holiness. In fact, repentance includes sorrow for sin and extends it to a more durable experience of holy living. This holy living is the outward form of delighting in God above all sin. Therefore delight in God is what makes the sorrow and repentance good.

But what about sorrow that is not for our own sin, but for the way we are sinned against or the way we are hurt by calamity and loss? Jesus sorrowed like this. For example, when he saw the Pharisees murmuring about his healing on the Sabbath, “He looked around at them with anger, grieved at their hardness of heart” (Mark 3:5). And in the garden of Gethsemane, he said, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death. Remain here and watch” (Mark 14:34).

Jesus’ sorrow was not owing to his own sin, but to the sins of others. This is the way it is with the Holy Spirit as well. Paul calls us to put sin out of our lives so that we do not grieve the Spirit: “Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption” (Ephesians 4:29-30).

In the same way believers embrace godly grief not only for our own sins but for the sins of others and for the pain that loss brings us. For example, Peter speaks of our grieving over trials: “In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, as was necessary, you have been grieved by various trials” (1 Peter 1:6). Paul speaks of our grieving over lost loved ones: “We do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope” (1 Thessalonians 4:13). And Paul refers to his own grief over the lostness of his kinsmen: “My conscience bears me witness in the Holy Spirit—that I have great sorrow and unceasing anguish in my heart (Romans 9:1).

Nevertheless Paul makes the astonishing statement in 2 Corinthians 6:10 that what marks his life and should mark ours is “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing.” This is what makes our sorrow godly. I do not claim that this experience is simple or that we can even put it into adequate words—what it means to be joyful in sorrow. Heaving sobs at the loss of a loved one does not look like joy. Indeed is not joy in its fullness, as we will know it when “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away” (Revelation 21:4).

Rather the joy that endures through sorrow is the foretaste of that future joy in God which we hope for in the future. When Jesus was “very sorrowful, even to death” in Gethsemane he was sustained by “the joy that was set before him” (Hebrews 12:2). This does not mean that he felt in the garden or on the cross all that he would feel in the resurrection. But it does mean that he hoped in it and that this hope was an experienced foretaste of that joy.

Therefore, we groan here, waiting for the redemption of our bodies and for the removal of all our sins (Romans 8:23). This groaning and grieving is godly if it is molded by our delight in hope of glory (Romans 5:2-3). The delight is muffled by the pain. But it is there in seed form. It will one day grow into a great vine that yields wine of undiluted delight.

So let us embrace whatever sorrow God appoints for us. Let us not be ashamed of tears. Let the promise that joy comes with the morning (Psalm 30:5) sustain and shape our grief with the power and goodness of God.

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