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ANNOUNCEMENT: The Healing King

The Healing King by Cara Colleen CobleThe Healing King is officially published and available for purchase! I am including two links here. The first is to the Createspace estore where you can order the paperback version. Although the paperback is also available on Amazon (under my full name), I receive a larger royalty from the estore purchases. The second link is for the Amazon Kindle version, for those of you who would prefer to have it electronically. Many of you have asked about it, and I am grateful. May the book bless you as you read it!

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Psalm 139:13-18

13 For you created my inmost being;     you knit me together in my mother’s womb.  14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;     your works are wonderful,     I know that full well.  15 My frame was not hidden from you     when I was made in the secret place,     when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.  16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;     all the days ordained for me were written in your book     before one of them came to be.  17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God!     How vast is the sum of them!  18 Were I to count them,     they would outnumber the grains of sand—     when I awake, I am still with you.

1 Corinthians 2:1-5

1And I, brethren, when I came to you, did not come with excellence of speech or of wisdom declaring to you the testimony of God. 2For I determined not to know anything among you except Jesus Christ and Him crucified. 3I was with you in weakness, in fear, and in much trembling. 4And my speech and my preaching were not with persuasive words of human wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, 5that your faith should not be in the wisdom of men but in the power of God.

Feel the Season Changing

I can feel the season changing.
Seems God’s always rearranging,
And I wonder what new strange thing
He is doing in my life.
As I look towards tomorrow,
I am hoping I that I will grow
Moving forward as I follow
Leaving worrying and strife.

I have learned so much the hard way
When I try to do things halfway.
Still there’s really only His way,
If I want to do them right.
Can I use what I’ve been learning
To obey Him without turning
And to use what I’m discerning
To trust God without my sight?

Faith is following His guidance
As He leads me in this romance
With the loving grace that He grants
When I’m stumbling along.
As I move into the next phase
He is changing me in new ways,
Giving mercy to me always—
He reminds me I belong.

In His everlasting promise
I can take each step with calmness,
Knowing He will hold me harmless
In the refuge of His wings.
He’s my dwelling place and fortress.
I will trust in His great goodness
Through the seasons’ steady progress,
Though I don’t know what they’ll bring.


According to the words of Christ, in letters printed red,
We cannot call Him, “Lord,? unless we do what He has said.
So heed His warning, build on rock, and stand strong in the flood,
Or choose your own way and you’ll find you’ve built on sand instead.

If we will take the narrow road and follow God’s commands,
He guarantees eternity for those who take a stand.
Crowds of people think that God’s great mercy will prevail,
But Jesus paid the price that perfect goodness still demands.

For many who claim Jesus’ name, the words are meaningless.
When what “seems? right depends on us, no wonder we’re a mess.
Remember now, while there’s still time, to truly make Him Lord,
His heart of love keeps calling us to seek His holiness.

It’s trusting in His sacrifice that helps us find His light,
Though many times, we lose our way or stumble in the night.
This road that we must travel leaves us dusty, tired, and worn,
But grace still leads us home when we resolve to do what’s right.

(Luke 6:46-49)

Sing A Song (1/5/11)

Sing a song, a pretty song,
To tell the world you love Me.
Sing it strong; sing all day long,
Sing “just because? and freely.

With great sacrifice, You saved us, gave us,
A wellspring of hope, You lift us, gift us
With faithfulness and mercy, Lord
With generous compassion, Lord
You work within us by Your Spirit.

Sing a song, a pretty song,
To tell creation’s story.
Sing it strong; sing all day long,
This gift of life from Glory.

O Light of our lives, we raise You, praise You
Love from above, we meet You, greet You
With everything we have to give,
With never ending awe we live,
For Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Sing a song, a pretty song,
With all you have within you.
Sing it strong; sing all day long;
Faith, hope, and love will shine through.

Just One More Letter

Sometimes I feel as if I could juuuuust stretch my fingers out one more letter, I’d be able to feel the Holy Spirit flowing through me again… the way it used to be. It’s just like the passion I felt on Sunday morning that I had not felt in sooooo long. The part of me that is consumed with fire and eager pursuit of my Lord woke up and said, “Where have you been? What have you been doing? Let’s go! Quit fooling around and get on your feet, girl!!! We have things to do, places to go, people to see…? Then I left the meeting, got home, got back into my same old routine and thought, “Where did it go?? It was gone. The passion, the fire, the whatever-it-was-that-awoke, seemed to have faded away into a dull, get-through-the-day apathy.

I want fervor! I want zeal! Life seems so doggone overwhelming and I feel like if I could just have Holy Spirit energy, I’d be able to wade through the muck like it was clear water. I need His Word to enervate me again, so that when I read, I receive real life rather than some insipid sameness. So, I am reading again. I never really stopped, but I haven’t really focused on seeking Him in the text either. I looked for something I could use rather than something I could metabolize into my spirit-man. Sometimes it seemed like all I was doing was looking for something to give someone else and the essence of what it said passed right over me, slipped right through my fingers like sand.

The Word…His Word…Living Words of Life…I need so desperately. I’m tired of songs that say how desperate we are for God or how passionate we feel towards God when they’ve all faded into daily background music courtesy of radio. Some song that meant something when it was written has become a distant, faded work of art that’s been exposed to sunlight too long. The vivacity has faded to washed-out colors and sounds—or as Dave Grohl sings on the Foo Fighters’ song “Come Alive?…?every sound monotone, every color monochrome, life began to fade into the black…?

Scripture has its own rhythm and rolls to a different kind of music than we are used to in our pop culture. There are no verses or choruses or bridges—just a recitative with a swelling and fading choral background and orchestral accompaniment that accents or detracts from the vocals as the conductor chooses. The words clarify the intent of the composer. The underlying unheard music carries His heart. I want to know both the intent and the heart! I can no longer search the holy word only for others when I need His Bread of Life and Living Water for myself as well. Frankly, I just need His LIFE living in me, through me, for me.

The problem is that I’m so used to just living my life myself. I get myself out of bed, dressed for work, and to work. Then the day drags on, and finally lunch comes, and then finally, finally 5:00 is here and I can go home to the mundane chores and duties that await me…that overwhelm me by their very magnitude. I have so much stuff and nowhere to put it all! So I wade through the lesser tasks like dishes and laundry, help my husband with the checkbook sometimes, and procrastinate on anything I can. Where’s the LIFE in that? I go to bed wondering where the day went and where was God in my day. I can think of moments here and there, conversations that occur, and thoughts floating through my brain, but no consistent awareness of His presence.

Ah, Lord, I feel like Paul in Romans 7 where my bodily person fights against my spirit person. Save me, dear Jesus, from myself and set my heart ablaze for You once more.

interminable waiting

Another long day stretches out in front of me. It seems I wait forever for God to move in some tangible way in my life. I can see small spurts of something every now and then… and then… I’m stuck in another standstill period. Things keep happening around me, so God is probably moving, but I don’t understand His silence where I need the answers. In the meantime, hope breathes shallowly, just enough to stay alive and not enough to help me move forward even one tiny step. The interminable waiting seems like its own force pushing against me, making me frustrated. If only I could just trust, this… suspension …would not be so difficult.

The Puddle

There, I went and did it without even realizing it.
I forgot myself again.
I got so bogged down with all the stuff of life,
My thoughts swirled in meaningless, overlapping circles.
Words flying this way and that in some
Mixed jumble of complete and utter nonsense
Until I sat down, let loose the wildness inside,
And set my pen free without agenda.
No trying to make something happen…
No forcing myself into predetermined structure…
No frustrated, half-done slips of something…
Just me rambling around in a muddle,
Content to stir things into nothingness,
So I can finally, finally relax and let loose
With grinning drivel.
Somehow that helps more than all the exercises
I could ever put my mind through.
The mental picture is priceless, too.
Imagine me at five years old
Stamping in a puddle in the parking lot
Till all the water is splashed out and
The puddle is gone.
That’s me now, stamping around in my brain
Till all the cohesion scatters into little droplets and
The forced, frustrating bits of thought are gone!
Releasing it all relieves the burden.
I do not have to do anything but sit, stare,
Type idiocy and see where it takes me.

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