Eight- This song is the story of my life

I am by Nicole Nordeman

Pencil marks on a wall, I wasn't always this tall

You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed

You watched my team win

You watched my team lose

Watched when my bicycle went down again

And when I was weak, unable to speak

Still I could call You by name

And I said, Elbow Healer, Superhero

Come if You can

You said, I Am



Only sixteen, life is so mean

What kind of curfew is at 10pm?

You saw my mistakes

And watched my heart break

Heard when I swore I'd never love again

And when I was weak, unable to speak

Still I could call You by name

And I said Heartache Healer, Secret Keeper

Be my best friend

And you said, I Am



You saw me wear white by pale candlelight

I said forever to what lies ahead

Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream

Too much it might seem when it is 2am

And when I am weak, unable to speak

Still I will call You by name

Shepherd, Savior, Pasture Maker

Hold onto my hand

You say, I Am



The winds of change and circumstance blow in and all around us

So we find a foothold that's familiar

And bless the moments that we feel You nearer



When life had begun, I was woven and spun

You let the angels dance around the throne

And who can say when, but they'll dance again

When I am free and finally headed home

I will be weak, unable to speak

Still I will call You by name

Creator, Maker, Life Sustainer

Comforter, Healer, my Redeemer

Lord and King, Beginning and the End



I Am

Yes, I Am 

**Cheers

An adventure can be described in a song, for those with a poetic heart.

Seven- Show Me The Way

Seven - Show Me The Way

In my very early twenties I was already a wife and a mother. I remember the days as a young Christian sitting in church, my heart pounding, as I heard the words of my beloved pastor reach to me week after week. I was one of thousands who was there, listening and being provoked to a deeper walk with Jesus. I was challenged to be genuine, I was taught to live simply by the principles that Jesus showed me in the bible. I was taught that suffering might come, but I would never be alone, the God I served would always be with me. I was taught to be bold and to share truth. It was when my son was six months old that I was provoked to go out and feed the homeless and drug addicted of NYC. Who was I to do that? I thought, after all I was just a young girl that was still learning her bible and didn't understand much. It was then that I read the Cross and the Switchblade for the first time. This was a book that my pastor wrote many years ago, Pastor David Wilkerson.I read it four times in a row. After reading it I felt that with God nothing is impossible. I served with the Raven Truck at TSC for 7 years. We fed the homeless,prayed for the drug addicted and brought truth to many. I remember pulling up to church after a long night of ministry, sometimes pregnant and about to pop, and seeing Pastor David coming over to encourage us. I remember on two occasions walking down the street and meeting him either with Sister Gwen or by himself and having a little visit in the middle of Times Square. I remember Sister Gwen's hugs and how much they cared for me as they asked me about my life and family. He was my Pastor truly, as I was his sheep and he watched over me. When I had my little daughter I would meet him backstage almost every Sunday as I dropped her in the nursery and he would ask to hold her. They would have great conversations, I stood and watched. He would speak to her and she would talk back in baby talk. I learned from one of his sermons about his prayer walks and was encouraged to do the same with my husband around Bushwick,NY. It was then, birthed in prayer that we began feeding people out of our minivan. I had the opportunity to share twice before the congregation at TSC about our work in Brooklyn. Pastor Dave not only encouraged us but facilitated the way for our ministry to grow and feed even more people. He was like a father to me and I remember feeling very insecure before the first time I stood before the pulpit. He met me after and encouraged me and even commented on my coat and it's color. Just like a father would. I spoke to Pastor David maybe 10 times in my life, but every time it was very special. He spoke powerful things into my life. When I see the task before me in Brooklyn I remember his obedience and his trust in God and I know God will be faithful to a work He began here so long ago. It is with utter sadness that I write this today, the day of his funeral. He passed away on Wednesday in a car accident. In my sorrow I know that the Lord is calling me to follow his legacy of obedience and trust. So even in the pain I'm in now, which as many of you know is also physical, I know great things are to come to this city. I will like to end this post by sharing some of the words of Pastor David that touched my heart the most.

"The Lord is warning, “Don’t trust in man. If you put your faith in human power rather than in me, you’ll be cursed.”
Yet, if we put our trust in the Lord, here is what our faith will produce: “Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit” (17:7-8).

As we trust wholly in the Father, we put down roots in his river of health. And his divine strength—luscious, green, spiritual health—flows in us and through us. While everything around us is decaying, we’ll flourish as green trees, healthy and strong. And when the hour of trial comes, we won’t languish or wilt. Instead, our faith will be growing.
~ Pastor David Wilkerson

-- an adventure is usually navigated by maps left behind for us by great men. My map says pray,fast, trust and obey. It has valleys and mountains but the treasure is marked by a cross and the treasure itself is eternity.

~ Cheers