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Mildred’s Joy


When I met Mildred, she was sitting on the front porch of the house her betrothed, Louie, had built for her seventy years before.
A widow then, Mildred took care of herself and her home. She hand-stitched quilts, crotched afghans, and reaped from her garden. She canned food and stored things up for winter.
Mildred couldn’t understand why her family spent so much money to put in running water for the kitchen and a bathroom. She told me, “That old well was enough. It’s just me. What do I need?”
Her son drove her to a small whitewashed, Baptist church each Sunday. She proudly told me how she’d gone to that church every Sunday since she married Louie and how they’d raised their children there.
She didn’t speak any fancy words about religion. She praised God in all His creation and thanked Him in simple words of joy. She didn’t have much, but she laid one of her treasures, a beautiful hand-stitched quilt, on the rough wood porch as a “pallet” for my infant daughter.
I soon moved from that quiet part of Louisiana, but Mildred and I wrote to each other for several years. The last letter I received was from her son as Mildred had gone to be with the Lord. He had read my letter’s and thanked me for the sweet friendship.
Mildred edified the simple life of a strong faithful child of God. I didn’t see that in 1981—nor tonight until the words appeared before me on my computer screen. Mildred’s joy was in the Lord. Her strength came from Him.
In this time of health issues for myself, I have been praying for strength. How wonderful that God reminded me of Mildred at such a time as this.
“Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength’” (Nehemiah 8:10 NIV).
In Christ,
Berta
Friends, remember to share with your friends. People are being blessed around the world for God. I am so thankful to be a broken vessel in the hands of a loving God. May He bless you.

My Cheeks Are Wet With Joy


 Alone.
I lie here in my room.
A month. Now a year.
How long, O Lord?
Abandoned as one once loved.
Separated by circumstances.
Isolated and forgotten.
A tear tendrils down my cheek.
I hear one say.
“I’d be crazy.”
I reply.
“Welcome to my world.”
Satan hears my weakness.
And takes just that moment.
To whisper in my ear.
“God doesn’t care.”
In my tears, God reminds me.
Satan can’t read my thoughts.
He only hears my voice.
I lift it up to God.
My worship of God reviles him.
I bind and cast him out.
He has no authority.
I am a child of God.
 I thank Jesus for his sacrifice.
His cleansing healing blood.
And for this life he gave me.
Days of bad and good.
Even for this day.
Overwhelmed by loneliness.
I praise his holy name.
My cheeks are wet with joy.
By Berta Dickerson

He Is the One!


The wrappings are gone.
The boxes played with.
The toys are scattered.
The children content.
I sit in my chair.
What did it mean?
Is that all there is?
Now that it’s clean.
Something is missing.
My heart – it aches.
What is wrong with me?
Is it all fake?
The carols I sang.
Was it by rote?
The Father above.
Did He hear each note?
The Christ child – He came.
Did I forget?
To honor His birth.
To worship His breath.
I sit in quiet.
I ponder His birth.
Why did He come?
To this sin-filled earth.
The love of His Father.
Bid Him to come.
To save my soul.
He is the One!

In Christ,
Berta

If this poem blessed you would you consider sharing it with your friends? Thank you, Berta

Have You Ever Been Compared?

After returning home from rehab at Shepherd Spinal Center in Atlanta, GA, in June 1991, Earl’s dad gave me a movie titled “Joni.” He told me she had broken her neck and severed her spinal cord in a diving accident when 17. A quadriplegic, she had shattered myths about living with a disability and excelled in Christian ministry.
As soon as we got away I said, “Earl, I don’t care about Joni. I’m not her!” Earl placed the video on a shelf in his office. He’d mention it to me occasionally. Each time, my thoughts went to Joni’s success. How could I compare to her? He told me many times, “Berta, you’re no more Joni Eareckson Tada than I am Billy Graham.”

Fast forward to June 1994, Earl and I attended a conference for evangelism where both Billy Graham and Joni would be speaking. When we registered for the conference, I didn’t sign up for Joni’s workshops.

As we waited for Dr. Graham to speak in the auditorium the first evening, someone touched my shoulder. Surprised, I looked over to see Joni. I smiled and we focused on Dr. Graham. As he closed, I turned to talk to Joni—she had left. Disappointed, I asked myself, “What’s the big deal? You didn’t want to meet her anyway.”



 

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Well, I did attend Joni’s workshops, and she invited Earl to take a picture of the two of us. Throughout the week, as I wheeled through the displays, several people asked, “Are you Joni?” With joy in my heart I responded, “No, but she’s here.”

One table held a Bible near enough for me to open. It was a spiral-bound, NIV, hardcover with large print, which made the text easy to read. The Bibles’ spiral binding allowed it to lie flat on the table and made it easy to handle. It contained the New Testament and Psalms, and Joni had written an introduction to each book. How perfect for me!

I tried to purchase the Bible but learned it was for display only.

The last afternoon, I went outside to warm up in the sun. A shadow fell across my face and I sat up. “Excuse me, mam. I’d like to give you this Bible.” Yes. God is good. I received that special gift with delight from a friend I did not want.

“Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it” (1 Corinthians 12:27 NIV).

In Christian Love,
Berta

Check out my new site http://afaithfulfather.com to follow Earl and I on our journey.

Can You See Him?

Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything (James 1:2-4).

A friend asked me, “Where have you seen God in this situation?”

The situation was an attack by the nurse manager of the home health agency that had been seeing me for more than five years. In three days’ she dropped me from their service and left me without help. The fourth day a state social worker showed up to evaluate my care in my home.

1) I remained calm because God had prepared me for such a loss. In fact, my sister and I had just discussed this scenario the weekend before. As A voice of one crying in the desert (Mark 1:3).

2) God has placed a loving, powerful, Christian husband at my side—most of the time he stands in front of me. And the two shall become one flesh (Mark 10:8).

3) God has girded me with the support of strong Christian friends and family. Bear one another’s burdens, and thus fulfill the law of Christ (Galatians 6:2).

4) God is daily providing all that I need. But my God shall provide all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:19).

5) He has given me peace. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds (Philippians 4:7).

Will you stand with me in this prayer?

Father, You know my heart. You know my wishes and my needs. You alone are my Rock and I lay myself before you humble and broken. Lord, I lift up this situation to you and pray your will be done. I pray blessings over all who seek to harm and protection for those who support me. In Jesus name, Amen

For the Lord GOD does nothing without revealing his secret to his servants the prophets (Amos 3:7).

In Christ Alone,
Berta

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