Musings with Barbara
August 22, 2008

Struggle

Author: Barbara


In the darkness of the night,

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I struggle within;

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A struggle of the mind…where sin begins.

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Storm winds blow against what’s right…

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Hold me Lord…Hold me tight.

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Voices from the wild, both near and far,

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Call to persuade…lower the bar.

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I fall on my knees in solitude of prayer;

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On the threshing floor-God meet me here.

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While I wait before you now…

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Humbly, I renew my vows.

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You know the way so you must lead

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Who will go?

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Lord send me.

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Carve my path for each new day.

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May my feet never stray;

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Keep me Lord on the narrow way.

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The heavens open wide and the thunder of His voice

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Resounds His mighty power against the evil force

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At bay he holds the demons with just one command

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Yet He gently lifts me up in the palm of His hand.

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Worship is the key that unlocks the door

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The Lord of harvest reigns on the threshing floor.

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“Be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10).

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Here is the paradox in this term “be still.”

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While we must take the initiative to fulfill our responsibilities

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and live our lives, friction resulting from living in a world of sin

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will still challenge us.

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Taking the initiative to live a holy life still isn’t a

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substitute for the Grace of the Cross so freely given.

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Jesus’ said he would pray to his father that we be

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given the Holy Spirit which is our source of strength.

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(cf. James 4:13-17).

Barbara Beyer © 2008

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August 22, 2008

WAVES OF PEACE

Author: Barbara

Erstwhile your smile draws me
like the moon draws the tide.
Waves of rest wash away a world of clutter
shoeing my feet with peace
as we walk the long beaches of life…
It’s there, my Lord,
I cast all my cares upon you;
because I know you care for me.
(c) Barbara A. Beyer 2006

August 22, 2008

Climb of Faith

Author: Barbara

My Climb of Faith

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Climb of Faith

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This side of the mountain looked so bright.

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A soft glow from the sun was shedding its light.

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Draping, Etching, Drawing and sketching.

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A mystery to look beyond.

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The peak of this giant stood tall and Grandeur;

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Oh, how inviting! I just wanted to climb there,

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Atop the lofty height;

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There all things seemed serene, though out of sight.

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I wonder what’s on the other side!

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Barbara Beyer © 1996

August 11, 2008

How Women Brought Twentieth Century Change

Author: Barbara


Women in the twentieth century echo just one, but a very important, area of phenomenal transition mainstreaming into twenty-first century culture. This transition has brought true change into our world like nothing else in the last five thousand years.

With a natural instinct to nurture and heal, women easily take on the role of motherhood, caring for and defending her off-spring. On the other hand, males seem driven to seek out mates so as to procreate and produce after their like kind. Of course we all know that this is an inexhaustible subject …so we won’t begin down that road at this juncture. We will, however, take a quick look at the home where procreation is best enabled and protected for a brief synopsis of change brought about in the twentieth century.

Women have always been used in the media. Before cameras were invented, paintings aplenty were done of Madonna, Mary holding baby Jesus, Mary Magdalene, women slaves, school teachers, mean, witchy looking females and angelic beings to just name a few.

Women were most often equated with being motherly in some fashion, or at least sexy. In the past, women have traditionally been regarded as the preservers of culture. An old adage reminds us that “the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world,” and consequently, history. How can this be, some doubters challenge? Simple, just watch a mother flutter over her brood in the nest as she gives birth, nurses and eventually gathers her young ones around the dinner table until they are ready to fly the roost. During those years of nurturing, characters are formed and values are established. This is the period when little ones grow up into leaders and well rounded citizens…hence comes another old adage, “As the home goes so does the nation.” The truth of this dictum is evident today and easily recognized by society though never mentioned.

Since the early 60’s, home has taken the greatest hit by changes brought about in the 20th century. Children left fending for themselves, while both parents work is now acceptable in our culture. Blended families, rampant divorce, single parenting, unmarried children with children living with their parents; or same sex partners claiming to be husband and wife are just a few of the drastic changes in America’s home setting. Devastating results have already been documented and incorporated into human behavior studies and has “specialists” scrambling for counteracting answers.

During World War 11, women left home to work in factories, thrusting them into a role apart from their families. The era of TV then took women into an arena where femininity was no longer the focus. She became a target for advertising, lured by stoking the smokes from slim and trim Sister Virginia. When the smokes became sad and bad because of cancer risks, women were encouraged to give up the so-called sophisticated habit. This decline in the tobacco industry changed the face of America politically and socially as well.

After decades of suffering the “broken syndrome,” the home now receives an immense amount of negative attention. A Nation that once took pride in its high morals and values is now looked down upon by other nations and criticized for its corruption. Consequently, the secularists, along with those in supposed religious circles, have begun an attempt to restore the home base…but, without using the old adages as standards.

Progress is exciting and can structurally strengthen the cause if it builds from a solid foundation. However, if the old foundation is dug up, carted into oblivion and the ground left bare, what will progress be built upon? Nothing can take the place of the traditional home which was once the rock base from which America was developed. Nothing can replace the hands that rock the cradle and keep the home fires burning.

Women, do not underestimate your worth in the home. You may be an executive of a large corporation…maybe the President of these United States of America…but, never will you have a job more meaningful than rocking the cradle and keeping the home fires burning bright, shedding light and warmth for those closest to you.

Barbara A. Beyer © 2008

July 24, 2008

Stand By Me

Author: Barbara

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Cool mornings, beginning of days…

Youth awakes in sun’s bright rays

The choice is made to stand or play.

STAND BY ME

Plans contrived with good intentions

Suddenly dissolve with new inventions-

Like sand in the wind…sin grabs attention.

STAND BY ME

Forgetting vows, we go astray–

Embracing worldly views that way;

The good we would…we throw away.

STAND BY ME

But tomorrow gives another chance…

To walk straight or do the dance-

Life moves us in our stance.

STAND BY ME

All our vows to God negate?

The choice depends on how we rate

Our Father God and heaven’s gate.

STAND BY ME

Remember the Creator while still young;

There’s nothing new under the sun;

Keep on track til the race is done.

STAND BY ME

Doing all we can to stand-

Reach to hold the Master’s hand

Take up your Cross and join His band.

STAND BY ME.

Barbara A. Beyer © 2008

July 9, 2008

TEMPTATIONS

Author: Barbara

TEMPTATION

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`In the still of the night a small voice cried

`Carefully, I listened to the faint call-

`Then out of my own heart the cry arose

`Fight for your soul without repose.

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`Deception and fraud are Satan’s tools-

`He robs the blind, deaf and dumb.

`The battle rages while the tempter’s power

`rides through darkness seeking to devour.

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`Ensnared on his path, the weak stumble along…

`The battle ensues over freedom-

`Deep calls unto deep; and my soul cries,

`Save me Lord…lest I die.

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`Without hesitation, God answers the call

`Sending His angels to fight…

`Then holding back ancient powers of hell

`The Speaking Blood breaks the spell.

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July 5, 2008

SONG OF THE MORNING

Author: Barbara

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Song of the Morning

Morning mist rolls in-a mysterious new day appears.
Clouds and moisture play over rocks beautifully bare.
God in majesty displays nature’s chiseled art
draped with perfect colors…
a reflection of God’s heart
and the beauty of creation reveals Deity’s face.
The dessert is glad…the wilderness rejoices
birthing blooms that fill the sand with gardens of roses.
You’ve given life to the waste lands
and watered dry places;
given hope to the hopeless…
wiped tears from sad faces.
Like the crocus in autumn
your blooms long and graceful
your saffron seasons meat
you make all things beautiful.
God, you’re my God and I praise you.

Barbara A. Beyer (c) 2006

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June 10, 2008

THE CARING SHEPHERD

Author: Barbara Beyer

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The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want-

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He makes me lie down in pastures so green.

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He restores my soul in His valleys of peace…

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His love gives my heart sweet release.

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He’s the Shepherd of the Lambs-

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And He cares for his Sheep.

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His heart never wearies-

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His eyes never sleep.

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He leads us to streams where the waters flow clean;

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and heals our diseases in this life giving stream.

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The Shepherd of love hears His lambs that call;

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They bleat for their master, when they start to fall.

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He leaves all the rest for His little lost lambs;

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Pours in the oil and feeds them by hand.

words and music by Deborah Joy and Barbara Beyer (c) 1994

June 7, 2008

WHAT I BELIEVE

Author: Barbara Beyer

Mission Statement

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· My desire is to climb the mountains of faith so as to know Jesus Christ in a more

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· I do not claim to be an expert of theology…or one to display the many certificates

`of learning that can be so readily acquired in today’s world…but simply

a student of the Cross.

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· With the Cross in mind, I strive with deliberate intention to study and learn more

`about God’s plan for His special creation…the human race…and allow myself to be

`conformed more and more into His image and likeness.

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`  It is with this thought and persuasion that I display my heart and in no way desire

`to offend anyone…but rather, be a blessing and inspiration to all who

take the time to break bread with me.

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June 7, 2008

CONTACT BARBARA

Author: Barbara Beyer

Simple streams from the Rock

Turn to rivers in my soul.

Manna from on high-

Heavenly bread makes me whole.

Inbreathed Word-A Holy covenant…

written in His blood…the New Testament.

My Shepherd leads the way,

His rod guides me on

To a place of peaceful rest-

With joyful heart-resounding song.

When the night begins to fall

I turn and lean upon His breast;

Oh thou my Redeemer pure

Shield my heart while the test.

AnniesCorner@BRefreshed.org