On my Knees.

Thanksgiving is coming.
I like Thanksgiving – the food and excuse to spend all morning in the kitchen are, admittedly, the main reason why. But this year… I find it harder to be thankful. I look, from across the water, at the present state of America, and my heart is not thankful.
Socialist health care.
Millions of souls being killed in the womb.
Declining economy.
I find it ironic that all of this continues to cumulate and accelerate as Thanksgiving draws nearer. The Puritans left England because their freedom of religion was restrained. It is being so in the states. How many will leave? What is the duty of a Christian in a time like this – stay, or leave? What of families, who could be torn apart by breaking the law, especially in regard to schooling?
As Pastor Voddie said, “people have left their countries for lesser things.”

We had Mr. N over for lunch today. He just got back from the states yesterday, and we started talking about the current state of the US… friends in his Church in Texas were telling him “I hope your house is big.” His pastor (Pastor Voddie) wants to get out of the states.
Very few other things have brought me to my knees in prayer as long and as often as reading/listening/watching the news. At my grandparents’ this summer grampa would have the news on and I’d get up and leave because I was about to cry. I spent a while on the fourth of July on a bench alone, watching my fellow Csehy campers talk and laugh. I had tears in my eyes, and my Bible open on my lap, to II Chronicles 7:14. “If my people who are called by my name…” Since then, I have spent many hours in prayer, pleading, crying out to God to heal our land.
In our discussion, Mr. N brought up a very good point. We know, at least in our heads, that God’s glory is what really matters. Maybe the reason for all of this is to bring America to bow before our Lord. That the reason America is going bankrupt, the reason Texas is making preparations for secession and a back-up government, the reason so many abortions take place every day…
Is so that we will “humble [ourselves] and pray and seek [His] face and turn from [our] wicked ways,” and then He will heal our land and get all of the glory. This is the humbling. The humbling so that we – and not just we the redeemed bride of Christ, but we America – will be on our knees. Seek His face, and repent.
Yes, this verse speaks to Israel. Yet do we not serve the very same God, a God who never changes? A God, who when we come to Him, when America comes to Him, repenting and saying “Oh God, I have done wrong, I cannot do this, I need your help,” then HE will get all of the glory.
Not Obama.
Not Pelosi.
Not Texas.
But my Redeemer.

I was praying for the Senate on Tuesday, as they began debating that day.
Then the verse in Proverbs came to my mind: “The lot is cast into the lap, but its every decision comes from the LORD.”
Near it is a verse that says “The plans of the heart belong to man, but the answer of the tongue is from the LORD.”
My heart often feels like it’s breaking when I pray for the US, and today I kept asking God “why?”
Instead of “Be still and know,” today it was “Be still, I know.”
There is such hope in that, remembering that they are all His plans and will prevail over the Marxist agenda of our president (whom God has set up above us, for His glory).

I kept reading some in Proverbs. Another verse:
“The name of the LORD is a strong tower. The righteous run into it and are safe.”
His name is where our safety lies, not a good government.

It’s hard to keep that on the forefront of my mind as I look forward to a day of food and being thankful. But though the world fall down, my Strength will hold me up. My Redeemer will protect me. My Bridegroom will sanctify me for Heaven. My God, My LORD will get the glory.
And then I will rejoice, rejoice forever.
This is what I am most thankful for. For my Bridegroom, my Redeemer, my Shield, my Rock of Ages, my Savior. The one who suffered the wrath of God – for me, that I might live, and rejoice, and be thankful, and SING!

Thank you, Jesus.


3 thoughts on “On my Knees.

  1. Ashlee says:

    Kyleigh, I thoroughly enjoyed this post. (And I look forward to reading your other “things to read” soon.) Your humility and peace shines through as your worries and fears are laid at His precious feet of mercy. You don’t know how encouraging it is for me to see true daughters of the High King submit to Christ. May you be blessed, my friend.

    By the way, what’s this talk about Texas seceding?


  2. redsearising says:

    Kyleigh, it is hard! I think the hardest thing for me is thinking: what if they start to force abortions, like they do in China? I can’t stand to think about that… especially since I could get married in the very near future. The second hardest thing is about the government taking children away. It is often hard, very hard, to trust the Lord. But where can someone go if they leave the U.S.? There are no ‘new worlds’ as there were in the days of the Pilgrims, places not yet fully explored. England, France, Scotland, Ireland, the Eastern countries, probably every country in this whole world is in the same state as America, some more, some less so. And how many people have the money to take their families (like ours of ten people) somewhere across the ocean? I do not think leaving is much of an option. But we can pray! We can serve God wherever we are! That should comfort us a lot. God bless you always,
    Laura 🙂


  3. pen2sword says:

    Thanks for this post, Kyleigh. It both made me want to cry a bit, and at the same time it was comforting. Somewhere across the ocean there is someone praying for us over here. 🙂 And across oceans and continents, there are peole praying all the time. (Ever heard of the Liturgy of the Hours? It’s basically this thing where one prays at certain times of the day, and since it’s different times in different places around the world, every minute of the day and night someone, somewhere, is praying.) It’s comforting to know that wherever we are, God is with us. We do what we can and what we have to do in regard to our country, state, and city, but in the end it doesn’t matter where we live, only that our real home has always been Heaven.
    Hannah W.


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