He’s Still Working On Me
Author: Pat Aman

I have been singing the little song all week. “He’s Still Working On Me”

“He’s still working on me, to make me what I want to be. It took Him just a week, to make the moon and the stars, the earth and sun and Jupiter and Mars. How patience and loving He must be, for He’s still working on me.

There ought to be a sign hanging on my heart. Don’t judge me yet, there’s and unfinished part. For I being made according to His plan, molded by the Master’s loving hands.”

Jeremiah 1:5 Before I formed you in the belly, I knew you, and before you were born out of the womb I sanctified you and I ordained you to be a prophet unto the nations.”

I love gospel music. It touches me with a happiness that only God can give to us. I can get caught up in a song, but I can also get emotional on the Word of God.

I think the last few days have been a time of thankfulness to God. A time of restoration and healing.

Last year for many we all had a remodeling time. We all had to be put back in the furnace to cook a little more. To be refined.

I think about Paul when he said, “That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2. Corinthians 12:10

He said this, of course, because he knew that God would continue to do the work needed in him. Paul did have that sincere belief and hope…just as we should have.

Philippians 1:6 For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.

And I am confident to know that my Father God will perfect you and me for His glory.

I thank God that He loves us and is patience with us. I thank God He does not judge us when we fall, but reaches down and picks us up. He is constantly teaching, if we will just pay attention. God loves to mold beautiful things. If you don’t believe me, just look around.

WOW! What a merciful God we have. He shows us so much love and grace.

If you feel like you are overwhelmed in life, just look to your Father God. And have the faith to know, He’s got this. He will work a Miracle for you.

Now the next part will give you a little laughter,

Nehemiah 8:10 “The Joy Of The Lord, Is Your Strength.”

Proverbs 17:22 “A Merry Heart Does Good, Like Medicine, But A Broken Spirit Dries The Bones.”

(A smile starts on the lips, A grin spreads to the eyes, A chuckle comes from the belly; But a good laugh bursts forth from the soul, Overflows, and bubbles all around. Quote: Carolyn Birmingham)

My dog Cali and I share a banana every night just before we go to bed. And, she will tell me about it if I forget.

Tonight as I was peeling our banana another song came to me. All of a sudden I started singing a old country song, written by ‪Bill Anderson‬.

Throw me a peanut, peeled me a nannar, I come swinging from a coconut tree. Throw me a peanut, peeled me a nannar, you sure made a monkey out of me.

So you can say that during my refining period, I have not lost my sense of humor. And God just gave me a God wink by making me smile and laugh. That shows me, God loves me so much, that he also has a sense of humor.

I guess you could say, “tonight, Father God and Pat had a good time laughing together.

Blessing and Love,
Pat

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We Are Made In The Image Of Our Father God. 

Author: Pat Aman

I absolutely love quilts. When Joe and I married my Aunt gave us a beautiful quilt that she had made for us. 

I also have a beautiful guilt that my mama made for us that I use it as a bedspread in one of our bedrooms. 

I guess you can say I am just an old soul. I walk in antique shops and cannot believe the items that some precious hands of a mother or grandmother lovingly took the time to make, but their family has given away and even sold. I pick those crocheted dollies up and let my fingers feel the love in each piece. I even smell of them and I smell the fragrances of home. 

I imagine the person crocheting or quilting taking the time out of their busy life to share their gift of time and love. I think about their lives and wonder what they may have been going through in their lives.

But my heart overflows with joy and tears fill my eyes as I feel the love they must have put into each piece of fabric.

This Christmas our youngest daughter blessed the family with beautiful pottery that she made. She did not just paint them. She took the clay in her hands and molded and shaped each piece with love. She said, “Mom, I can look at the first pieces I made and I can see imperfections in them. But, the move I let my hands work, each new piece had less imperfections in them.”

You know that same love is how our Father God feels about us. He lovingly molds and shapes our lives into pieces of art.  And at first we may have imperfections. Then we are remolded, put back in the fire to help us grow as He reshapes us. But, as we continue to give our Father God more of ourselves, slowly He is able to remove all the imperfections from our lives.

In other words, we have to find exactly how pottery is made if we want to fully understand what God is trying to tell us in this most incredible analogy.

Here is the key verse from Scripture that will give us this specific revelation that God is the Potter and we are His clay:

“But now, O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You our potter; and all we are the work of Your hand.” (Isaiah 64:8)

Please right now, invite Father God to have full direction over your life.

Allow Him to mold you into the perfect image of Himself. Allow your life to become a beautiful tapestry of God’s image in you. Give Him your whole heart and let Him be the artist. 

Blessings, Love and Prayers,

Pastor Pat Aman

Quilt of Holes

Author Unknown

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls.

Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a  quilt in many piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.

But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled

with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in every day life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest  holes of all.

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.

My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.

Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose; each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.

My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn’t had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness, and wealth, and false accusations that took from me my world, as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father  God in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me.

And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was. 

I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light.

An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with wide eyes.

Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light  flooded the many holes, creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, “Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles.

Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you.”

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through!

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If you abide in Me, and My words abide
in you, you will* ask what you desire, and it shall be done for you. John 15:7

“Pray without ceasing.”
‭‭1 Thessalonians‬ ‭5:17‬ ‭Last night late I heard my Nephew died. He had a loving heart but as many of us do, he constantly fought some demons in his life, as we all do at times.

I pray he is at peace now. Resting in the arms of Jesus.

Since I found out the news I have thought about my mama. She loved him so much.

Then I have been thinking about one of my mama’s favorite songs. She loved the song, “How Long Has It Been.”

I got to spend some precious last months and days in 2002 with my mama, before she took her Heavenly Journey Home.

Before mama took her journey home, I had the privilege to stay with my sister Ruby to help take care of mama.

Before it came to the point that we could not leave her, we would put her
to bed, and then give her time to spend with God, after giving her plenty of hugs, and saying I Love You, over and over. Sometimes we would sit and
have prayer with her, but she still like that alone time with God. See, one of us always slept in the room with her.

We had monitors in her room so we could hear her if she needed us. Oh, she also had a bell that she would ring. I still hear that bell, at times, and I feel it is mama just letting me know everything is alright.

At night we-would listen to her prayers. She would sometimes cry as she prayed for her unsaved grandchildren, friends and family, Pastor’s, churches and everything Her prayer was not the same every night. And she did not have a time limit. She would pray for minutes to hours, and each night it was like a new song to God.

We would hear her pause as if she was listening to the voice of God for the answers to her questions. We would hear her say Thank you God, as He spoke to her.

I think this time with her was so wonderful, as well, as each morning when we got her up in her chair, and she would reach for her Bible to do her
morning Bible Study, and then pray again.

But one of the things that touch my heart was she waited on God. She would pray, and pray. She would bombard the gates of Heaven, and then she would tarried at the Throne of God, at the feet of her Saviour, for she knew He would answer her prayers.

Now, I ask you the question, how long has it been, since you tarried at
the feet of Jesus?

It seems at times we have become to busy to take the time to tarry, and
wait, and listen for the voice of God.

Please take the time to read the words to the song below, then maybe you
will decide that it is time you spent a little more time, at the feet of your Heavenly Father.

How Long Has It Been?

Words and Music by Mosie (Hovie) Lister

How long has it been, since you talked to the Lord,
And told Him your heart’s hidden secrets?
How long since you prayed,
How long since you stayed,
On your knees ’til the light shone through?

How long has it been since your mind felt at ease,
How long since your heart knew no burden?
Can you call Him your friend,
How long has it been,
Since you knew that He cared for you?

How long has it been since you knelt by your bed,
And prayed to the Lord up in Heaven?
How long since you knew,
That He’d answer you,
And would keep you the long night through?

How long has it been since you woke with the dawn,
And felt that the day’s worth the living?
Can you call Him your friend,
How long has it been,
Since you knew that He cared for you?

How long has it been since you talked with the Lord,
And told Him your heart’s hidden secrets?
How long since you prayed,
How long since you stayed,
On your knees ’til the light shone through?

How long has it been since you woke with the dawn,
And felt that the days’ worth the living?
Can you call Him your friend?
How long has it been,
Since you knew that He cared for you?

Blessings, Love and Prayers,

Pastor Pat

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