DID YOU KNOW!

On April 20th, 1718, David Brainerd was born to devout Christian parents in Haddam, Connecticut

David Brainerd was a missionary for four years until the day of his death in 1747. He was sick with tuberculosis for the last eight years of his life and struggled with loneliness, depression, loving the Indians, finding beauty in nature, and staying true to his calling as a missionary instead of reverting back to being a pastor of a church throughout different seasons.

Nothing could stop him from obeying the call that God had placed on his heart. While he was only a missionary for four years, the impact he made was of eternal value. Because of his prayers and persistence in seeking after God’s will in difficult seasons, God has used his story to encourage others in their ministry, such as William Carey, Jim Elliot, and Adoniram Judson, as well as those who deal with the same struggles as he did. They often looked at Brainerd’s life in the woods of America as a living example, pointing out that he poured out his very soul before God for the perishing heathen who could not be satisfied without the saving grace of the Lord’s salvation.

 DID YOU KNOW!

Adoniram (1788-1850) and Ann (1789-1826) Judson

At the age of 25, Adoniram Judson was the first American missionary to Burma. He and Ann married two weeks before they boarded a ship bound for India, from which they eventually were able to make their way to Burma. Judson would spend the next nearly forty years of his life living among and witnessing to the Burmese people. Until her death, Ann was the friend of many and even more fluent in the Burmese language than her academically inclined husband. Judson’s efforts were slow-going. He was imprisoned and tortured, but he never gave up on his God-given calling to reach Burma for Christ. Before his death, Adoniram Judson had not only established several churches in Burma, but he had also given Burma one of the greatest gifts: the Bible in their own language.

"We all need a Tree!”

A Beautiful Rose from our
Yard and Home in WV

1 Peter 5:7 Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

(I didn't create this story, but loved it when I read it and wanted to share)

God has a way that is much better than ours! I’m going to do this! I will be happier if I limit my bad day to the day, and not bring it in my home to my husband at night. Yes, even in the ministry, days can be hard! BUT GOD! Give Him your cares and worries. His shoulders are much broader than ours. Enjoy every moment with your families. LKMilam

“I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit, and his ancient one-ton truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His face was wreathed in smiles, and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss. Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree, and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. ‘Oh, that's my trouble tree,' he replied 'I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So, I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again.' 'Funny thing is,' he smiled,' when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here, we might as well (have joy). We all need a Tree!”

"Make Haste" ~ Dr. Tom Milam

Fort Pierce, FL

Originally published in

Dr. Milam's book,

"Beside Still Waters"

 

“Make Haste!”

5-14-08 at Gallipolis, Ohio 

Is he never coming, cannot he see my trials? Why are his chariots so late? But God is making haste; delays are not denials. 

I have waited patiently, no thread of hope appears; will light break through, while life ebbs low? But God is making haste for you, despite the dimming woe. He’s on the wings of every hour, and charts your very years. 

Lazarus lays dying; his life is almost gone; why must time be so perfected? But God makes haste, yet not detected; the arrangement of time, though in a dark tomb; He’ll not be left alone. 

Our water is scarce- our provisions are failing, the enemy is proud and secure; why must we wait in fear? God is coming with haste, to make the victory clear: the tick of the clock will find its mark; the captain of hosts makes sure. 

More often, our patience, full gives out; God is never coming! But God haste’s to cease the numbing. To intervene too late, or entreat too soon, would only leave more doubt. 

Not one moment overdue, will the Lord come in; Come quicker Lord, I’m bending low, this load I cannot carry. I’m coming child, I’m on my way; I promise, I’ll not tarry!  I’ll haste I say, I’m on my way- I’ll be on time my friend.

“Lo, I come quickly!”  Is still true, though many years have passed; why not now accelerate? My hasting now would make many too late! I’m right on time, worry not; I’ll hold you oh, so fast.

 Your enemies boast themselves; our spirits faint for fear; men are sinking into perdition. Your hasting would change their condition. God’s time is right, he leads the fight; deliverance is very near. 

Eternal God made time for man, and therefore he controls it; But the fourth watch is breaking Lord! Still, God makes haste to get all aboard. As light quickly leaps from world to world, he’s on his way to make you fit. 

God makes haste, but not to waste; not too soon for education; he is never late; he’s near all the while; bending over, inclining his ear, is his style. Tender pity makes him haste-infallible wisdom makes him wait-all meant for our dedication. 

He is never late in intervention, all will change in a fleeting moment; but my soul is flying; I may only have an hour! Faster! Faster! Faster!  Come to me, show your healing power. Gods haste determines, but never demands; his rightness declares the best instant. 

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