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Rebirth Of The Phoenix
  
The phoenix was supposedly a bird that, when it died, rose again from it's ashes, or a new phoenix was born from the ashes. This was used to symbolize Christ and the resurrection in early Christian art.

"The bird was also said to regenerate when hurt or wounded by a foe, thus being almost immortal and invincible — a symbol of fire and divinity." Wikipedia This makes me think of the regeneration that God does in our lives, the healing of the hurts and wounds we suffer from the enemy of our souls. It also makes me think of the fact that through Him we have the promise of eternal life. That is not the same thing a immortality as immortality is of the flesh, not the spirit. But it does mean that we will live forever, with Him!

It also speaks to me of the verse Isaiah 61:3 To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.

Then too, it was supposedly a bird with gold and red plumes which goes right along with my current handle of redbird.

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After The Rain Sep 7, 2006 9:50 pm
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After the Rain

After the rain
As the sun sinks
The sky is filled
With blues and pinks
The air smells fresh
The earth is still
A soft breeze blows
Down from a hill
As darkness falls
And silence breaks
Inside my heart
New peace it makes
Tomorrow holds
New things for me
Perhaps I too
Washed clean will be
Old sorrows gone
And worries too
And shades of hope
Replace my blue
New lights may shine
New dreams may bloom
My love may grow
My spirits zoom

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© Cecilia Redman 2006
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My Lord Sep 7, 2006 9:07 pm
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My Lord

My Lord is before me
And leading the way
He's also behind me
Through each passing day
He stays right beside me
I lean on His arm
His love, it surrounds me
And protects me from harm

My Lord is above me
He's the heavenly dove
He's also below me
Guiding each step with love
His spirit lives within me
Filling me with His power
My Lord is my strength
And my mighty tower


© Cecilia Redman 2006
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My Testamony Part Nine Sep 7, 2006 8:57 pm
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Disclaimer:
I want first of all to let everyone know that what I am about to reveal is not because I am living in the past or because I am holding on to it. I am not still wearing my grave clothes, so to speak.

A testimony is simply speaking the truth of what God has done in one's life, personal experience of His love, grace, power, glory. For a biblical example of a testimony please see Acts 26:1-23

My granddad passed away in May and I turned 17 in July. Within days of my birthday my mother and oldest sister had a run-in at my sister's house, which upset my sister very badly. It scared me deeply because my sister was expecting and she had already lost one baby. I was so angry at my mom about it because the argument was over her trying to run my sister's life.

That night, lying in bed, I made some decisions and I made my plans. As soon as my mom left for work the next morning I was up, had some clothes and a few other things packed and was out the door. This time I made good my escape.

I made my way to Midland, Texas where there was one of those David Wilkerson's Teen Challenge houses and tried to get them to let me stay there. But they wouldn't let me stay unless they got my mother's permission first, something I knew they would never recieve. Walking away from that house that day I gave up what little was left of my conviction to walk the walk.

Since my dad had gone to prison I had been accused of being responsible for what he had done to me and that I was no longer worthy of any decent man. I was told, and have continued to be told right up to this day, that I only got what I deserved and asked for from him, my step-dad and my foster dad. Until that day, a few weeks past my 17th birthday I had never willingly given myself to any man, but decided that day, walking away from that house, that if I were going to be accused of it, I might as well be guilty of it. And so I gave myself to the first nice looking young man to offer me a ride and to every other nice looking man who caught my fancy after that for quite some time. I figured that I had nothing to lose since my innocence, my virtue had long since been taken from me.

I also went from using drugs and alchohol recreationally to using them regularly and smoking like a chimney. They one thing I could never bring myself to do was to shoot up as I hated needles, had all my life, would in fact pass out at the sight of one.

I rode my thumb from Texas to California to Washington state, then back down the length of California and across the southern states to Florida where I looked up an old friend from Iran. In Florida I found a job and an apartment and settled in for a life of partying and pleasure. Unfortunately, my friends brother turned me in as a runaway and I got picked up by the Juvenile Division and slammed into Juvie Hall to await my mother's decision on what to do with me.

What my mother told them was to keep me until I turned 18, some 8 months later. My sister's however did not agree with this decision and sent the money for me to be sent back home to Texas.

To this day I still don't understand how the legal system works because the person who took me to the bus station told me that once I crossed into Texas I could get off the bus and do as I pleased since the legal age in Texas for emancipation was and is 17 but that it was 18 in Florida. So if I was of legal age in my home state, how could they pick me up to begin with? And how could my mom report me as a runaway?

Anyway, I didn't go home to my mom and step-dad but went to my oldest sister's house for a while. I also lived with my dad and step-mom, and both of my other sisters for short periods. But by May, a year after my granddad's death, I was pregnant with my son and living in an apartment of my own. Still partying, but not as much.

It was at just such a party that I met a military guy that really liked me a lot. I wasn't all that impressed with him and told him right off that I was pregnant hoping to keep him at arms length but it didn't work. At one point it got so bad that I left town for a few days to throw him off my trail but I had no sooner gotten back than I ran into a mutual friend who let him know. In a finally desperate attempt to rid myself of him I asked him if he wouldn't leave me alone, why didn't he just marry me and give my baby a name? To my shock and dismay he said okay.
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Starting Over Sep 6, 2006 10:54 am
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Starting Over

Where will I go from here?
It seems I've come this way so many times before!
Of all the paths to take
It seems, somehow I choose the same one o'er and o'er!
Am I so blind that I can't see?
It seems that each and every landmark is brand new!
This time, I think it best,
If I just wait for you to tell me what to do!

I'm tired of going 'round in circles.
Dear Lord, take my hand and lead the way.
Once more, I'm starting out all over,
And I know that it's the price that I must pay.
But this time it must be different,
For all the strength I thought I had is gone.
Dear Lord, just hear my cry,
I need your help, please come and lead me on.

So many times I've gone my own way,
It's a wonder that you hear me anymore.
But I hear a soft voice calling
And a gentle hand is knocking on my door.
That sweet, soft voice is saying if I ask
That you'll forgive me, once again.
All I have to do is open up that door
And my sweet Jesus will step in.

No more going 'round in circles
For He holds on to my hand and leads the way.
Oh, yes, I'm starting out all over.
For through His blood the price has all been paid.
And I know this time is different,
For I'm going on His strength and not my own.
Dear Lord, I want to thank you,
For all the great and mighty Love you've shown


© Cecilia Redman 2006
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Nothing Left But Faith Sep 5, 2006 3:51 pm
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Nothing Left But Faith

I have nothing left to work with but my faith
I have no one else to turn to but my Lord
Though it seems that there's no hope
And there seems no way to cope
Jesus has a hand to hold when times get hard

Often times we seek a blessing from above
Wanting instant answers to our many cries
If we believe God's word is true
There is nothing we can't do
Though we see it with our hearts and not our eyes

When the burdens of this world you cannot bear
When that heavy burden starts to weigh you down
Don't go feeling sad and blue
Jesus will bear them all for you
And with Him in glory you will wear a crown

When you have nothing left to work with, try your faith
When you have no one else to turn to, try your Lord
When it seems that there's no hope and there seems no way to cope
Jesus has a hand to hold when times get hard.


© Cecilia Redman 2006
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My Dream Sep 5, 2006 3:32 pm
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My Dream

I wake up in the morning with the pressure of
his arm upon my side.
With a gentle tug he pulls me to him and upon the wings of love we ride.
And all day long the thoughts of him go flying to and fro within my mind.
And I thank the Lord for sending me someone who doesn't mind the ties that bind.

I look up from what I'm doing 'cause I feel his eyes upon me and he smiles.
I'm transported to a place, where he and I alone can go, for just a while.
Or he reaches out and touches me, or holds my hand like he can't believe I'm there.
And I'm stunned by the rapture and I thank the Lord for all the love we share.

Laying on the bed and staring at the man laying beside me as he sleeps
I am overcome with such a happiness and love that I begin to weep.
All the memories of pain and fear I felt before he came all seem to dim.
And I close my eyes and just before I fall asleep, I thank the Lord for him.


© Cecilia Redman 2006
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What Color Is God? Sep 5, 2006 3:10 pm
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What Color Is God?

All my life I've heard the arguments from so-called Christians everywhere,
About what nationality God is and which He loves the best.
How one person thinks their better than the one standing by their side,
But I have to tell His children that we're all the Saviors bride.

Chorus

He's the yellow of the noon sunshine,
He's the blackness of the night.
He's the green of the all shady trees
And the bright, shining stars of white
He's the rich, dark brown of the farmers'soil.
He's the soft blue of the sky above.
Ending 1. (He's the deep, blood red that Jesus shed
Just to prove the Fathers' love.)
Ending 2. (He's all the colors of the rainbow
And He wants to spread His love.)

Gender, color, age and rich or poor it doesn't
matter to our Lord.
Denomination, education and politics we are all the same.
Salvation to one and all He offered when His Son died on that cross.
We're all one big happy family by the power of Jesus name.


© Cecilia Redman 2006
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My God Is Everywhere Sep 5, 2006 2:19 pm
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My God Is Everywhere

My God's before, behind and on each side
Above, below, in me abides
He is the rock in which I hide
My God is everywhere

When winds of doubt and fear assail
In Jesus Christ I do prevail
With faith in Him I cannot fail
My God is everywhere

He gives us life eternally
Health, happiness, prosperity
He's always there for you and me
My God is everywhere


© Cecilia Redman 2006
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Bright Stars-Dedicated to BanjoBlues Sep 4, 2006 1:20 pm
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Have you ever seen a star during the daytime? I can't remember ever having done so but if it is possible they must appear very dim to the eye. Stars don't shine as brightly in the daytime, it is only in the darkness when they stand out and attract ones attention.

This is also true of those that seek the truth. Just as the great shining star attracted the wise men and led them to the Christ child, so too strong Christians shine brightly for others during times of trial and tribulation. There are many such here at BC. And we have lost a beautiful star who will be sorely missed, especially when the going gets rough and those with a firm foundation are needed the most.
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My Testamony Part Eight Sep 4, 2006 9:00 am
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Disclaimer:
I want first of all to let everyone know that what I am about to reveal is not because I am living in the past or because I am holding on to it. I am not still wearing my grave clothes, so to speak.

A testimony is simply speaking the truth of what God has done in one's life, personal experience of His love, grace, power, glory. For a biblical example of a testimony please see Acts 26:1-23

When I was 15 my step-dad got a job working for an oil company in Iran. We lived there for almost 2 years, in Tehran. My life at home didn't change much.

It was there that I first attempted suicide at the age of 16 by overdosing on my mother's medications. I was what I called a failure at being a failure. Friends came to the hospital to see me and brought me some magazines and puzzle books but when my mom came later she took them away, told the hospital staff I wasn't to have any more visitors and told me that I was to spend my time thinking about what I had done, to her.

When I left the hospital and went home my mom had written notes and plastered the walls throughout the house with them. Most of them said something to the effect of "I hate my mom because ____________!" I was warned not to remove them.

Upon leaving the hospital an appointment had been made for me to see the doctor in his office. When my mom took me to the appointment the doctor talked to me and then he talked to my mom. He asked my mom to make another appointment for me and then asked her to make one for herself. I never saw the doctor again.

Several weeks later when my step-dad returned from Shiraz where he actually worked, he made my mother take the notes off the wall. I have to admit he did do some things to protect me but they did not change the things he did to me himself.

Later, again fed up with my life, I ran away from home, in a foreign country. I ended up at the American Embassy and told them what had been going on in my home and that I wanted to go back home to the U.S. But to no avail. I was sent back home to my mom and step-dad.

In May of 1974 I was standing on the roof of the building we lived in. The roofs were sort of like patio's. I was up there just taking a break, spending some time alone. All of a sudden I heard my grandpa calling me. I turned to answer him before I had time to think and realize that he was half way around the world, back home in Texas. That night, after taking my bath and getting ready for bed I walked into my bedroom and switched on my light. My grandpa was lying in my bed with his arm outstretched, motioning with his hand for me to come to him. Then he disappeared. At around 3 A.M. our phone rang. It was my oldest sister with news that my granpa was dying and if we wanted to see him alive we better get home and soon. My mom and I left that day and came back to Texas.

You may recall me talking about my grandpa in an earlier part of my testamony. He loved me very much and I loved him as well. He was one of the few people in my young life that I could trust. We got home and were here only three days before he passed away. His death was devastating for me. So much so that I collapsed at the funeral, clinging to the table that his coffin sat on, having to be carried out of the funeral home.
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