Dear KKIM Family,
Oh, I thank my Lord for the words HE has given me to share with you today…..all from God!
I thank my Lord for being at the point in my walk with HIM where I don’t do anything, or at least 95% of the time, without hearing from HIM first! Sometimes the flesh still get’s me, of course!
God never changes………….we do……….
So humble yourselves under the mighty power of God, and at the right time he will lift you up in honor. Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you. 1 Peter 5:6-7
When faced with fear and anxiety, reflect on this verse.
go deeper……..Isaiah 40: 27-31
I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.
Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer;
With His blood, He purchased me.
On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free! AMEN! AMEN!
Keep these words on the tip of your tongue today……….
Obedience to God………Godly Common sense………Good clean Godly living………..
Our personal relationship and fellowship with God is the most important relationship.
Please pray with us…………
Please pray the marriage of for Alex and Rhiannan. Economic stress in marriages can really rock the relationship. Please keep them in your prayers.
Please pray for Janet Letcher’s father, Frank who has internal bleeding.
Please pray for the health of, Frank Vallejos, Judy, Marlene Munoz, and Pastor Angeles Salido.
Also please keep Raul and Kelly in your prayers as they approach their wedding!
We have this prayer need for Scott………
Dearest Dewey,
My husbands cousin, Scott Wykoff, has been sick for a while with what they thought was a stomach ailment (continual vomiting). Yesterday they decided to do a CT scan and discovered the source; a brain tumor. It was so invasive that he was whisked to surgery immediately. They removed the tumor (which did not appear to be cancerous) that was outside the brain and partially removed a cyst that had formed inside the brain. The Drs. indicated that the first 24-48 hours after the surgery would be the most indicative of his prognosis and thus far (the surgery ended at about 9p on Friday) they are not impressed with his progress. The tumor was growing on the part of the brain that controls the respiratory system and currently, he is unable to breathe continually on his own (although he has taken a couple of breaths on his own). He has opened his eyes a few times, but he is unresponsive and they just roll back in his head.
Dewey, please have your contingent of prayer warriors lift this young father up in prayer – particularly over the next 24 hours. His parents, wife, children (all of whom live in Michigan, along with Scott) and the rest of us can not thank you enough.
In Faith, Hope and Love,
Taunya
Here is an excellent devotional for us that I read this morning from Max Lucado………
A New Kind of Hero
by Max Lucado
I am the good shepherd. I know my sheep as the Father knows me. ~ John 10:14–15
BEHOLD A HERO of the west: the cowboy.
A thousand head of cattle pass behind him. A thousand miles of trail lie before him. A thousand women would love to hold him. But none do. None will. He lives to drive cattle, and he drives cattle to live. He is honest in poker and quick with a gun. Hard riding. Slow talking. His best friend is his horse, and his strength is his grit.
He needs no one. He is a cowboy. The American hero.
Behold a hero in the Bible: the shepherd.
On the surface he appears similar to the cowboy. He, too, is rugged. He sleeps where the jackals howl and works where the wolves prowl. Never off duty. Always alert. Like the cowboy, he makes his roof the stars and the pasture his home.
But that is where the similarities end.
The shepherd loves his sheep. It’s not that the cowboy doesn’t appreciate the cow; it’s just that he doesn’t know the animal. He doesn’t even want to. Have you ever seen a picture of a cowboy caressing a cow? Have you ever seen a shepherd caring for a sheep? Why the difference?
Simple. The cowboy leads the cow to slaughter. The shepherd leads the sheep to be shorn. The cowboy wants the meat of the cow. The shepherd wants the wool of the sheep. And so they treat the animals differently.
The cowboy drives the cattle. The shepherd leads the sheep.
A herd has a dozen cowboys. A flock has one shepherd.
The cowboy wrestles, brands, herds, and ropes. The shepherd leads, guides, feeds, and anoints.
The cowboy knows the name of the trail hands. The shepherd knows the name of the sheep.
The cowboy whoops and hollers at the cows. The shepherd calls each sheep by name.
Aren’t we glad Christ didn’t call himself the Good Cowboy? But some do perceive God that way. A hard-faced, square-jawed ranch- hand from heaven who drives his church against its will to places it doesn’t want to go.
But that’s a wrong image. Jesus called himself the Good Shepherd. The Shepherd who knows his sheep by name and lays down his life for them. The Shepherd who protects, provides, and possesses his sheep. The Bible is replete with this picture of God.
Eighty percent of Jesus’ listeners made their living off of the land. Many were shepherds. They lived on the mesa with the sheep. No flock ever grazed without a shepherd, and no shepherd was ever off duty. When sheep wandered, the shepherd found them. When they fell, he carried them. When they were hurt, he healed them.
Sheep aren’t smart. They tend to wander into running creeks for water, then their wool grows heavy and they drown. They need a shepherd to lead them to “calm water” (Ps. 23:2). They have no natural defense—no claws, no horns, no fangs. They are helpless. Sheep need a shepherd with a “rod and … walking stick” (Ps. 23:4) to protect them. They have no sense of direction. They need someone to lead them “on paths that are right” (Ps. 23:3).
So do we. We, too, tend to be swept away by waters we should have avoided. We have no defense against the evil lion who prowls about seeking who he might devour. We, too, get lost. “We all have wandered away like sheep; each of us has gone his own way” (Isa. 53:6).
We need a shepherd. We don’t need a cowboy to herd us; we need a shepherd to care for us and to guide us.
He’s not a cowboy, and we aren’t cattle. He doesn’t brand us, and we’re not on the way to the market. He guides, feeds, and anoints. And Word has it that he won’t quit until we reach the homeland.
From A Gentle Thunder
Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 1995) Max Lucado
Have a great day of Worship! Dewey Sharon and family