Joy of the Eagle

Lord, to You my life I bring. May each song I have to sing, be to You a lovely thing, in Your time. This morning the reality of that truth was made quite clear to my own heart. Many of you know that I love to sing! For several months I have been unable to sing for any sustained periods of time.  I would begin to and then start coughing up more phlegm.

I have found myself crying out to my Lord, “How long will I have to endure this darn bug?” Okay, so I did say a few swear words it would not be gentlemanly to publish here. I would pray and pray until I felt I arrived at being prayed out.  I resigned myself to the fact that it would be a long time if ever before I would sing again.

I couldn’t understand why God would allow the singing voice He gave me to be taken away. What was His purpose for this? What lessons did he need to teach me that I was oblivious to understanding? How was my Lord accomplishing His will in His time?

I would have many conversations with my wife, Karen saying things like this,  Darling, I just don’t understand what good can be accomplished through all of this! Why is God doing this? Why would He take away one of my tools I use as both spiritual warfare and in bringing healing and joy to others? Karen kept telling me to trust even when she felt it awfully difficult to keep on saying, even as she fought against her own anger. “Darling, God somehow in ways neither you nor I understand is accomplishing His perfect will for the both of us through your illness. He’ll give you back His singing voice in you in His time.”

There were days I would get angry with Karen or anyone else who pointed out what in my faith I already knew. God would do amazing things through this hell I was experiencing! Nothing God does is without a reason,  Like the song says, He’ll do just what He says in His time.

I found myself searching for the answer of why God was allowing this unrelenting suffering. For that answer I reflected on Scripture to give me hope. Then, I went to the thoughts of writers, theologians, singers and song lyric writers such as Fanny Crosby, who overcame disabilities in their lives. With each attack on my immune system there would be a further decline in mobility.

I found myself getting really ticked off with God. Lord, it’s not enough that You have taken away my ability to sing.  You are going to take my ability away to walk as well!  I don’t understand this. Help me to understand. I just don’t get it.

Then, it got worse. much worse. I was in and out of the Englehart ER like a revolving door, with one attack on my immune system and breathing after the other. Doctors were starting to mention that scary condition none of us like to hear COPD , chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. It means that there is a continued reduction in the ability of your lungs to help you with your breathing. Your airways become blocked with mucus. While it usually happens as a result of smoking, in people with asthma and auto immune conditions, the condition can happen as well.

For those who haven’t been following my blogs, I have both pernicious anemia (B12 deficiency) and what doctors think is an extremely rare auto immune disease called mastocytosis. In me systemic mastocytosis is suspected or at the very least mast cell activation disease. I take several mast cell stabilizers to stay alive. I have to carry a minimum of two EPI pens with me at all times, and have sometimes needed three. I have been intubated eight times. For those who don’t know what intubation means, you are put to sleep and a breathing tube is put down your throat, as you are put on a ventilator.

I say to people only half joking, “If this was a novel, you would say the author had it in for his main character.” Beneath that thin veneer of laughter there have been many sorrowful tears. There have been so many times when I have asked those Why questions. Why me? Why now? Why are You doing this, Lord?

Many weeks ago I wrote in one of my blogs that while I didn’t understand why all this was happening, that I would choose to shine for my Lord in my illness. That is when the blessings kept on coming and have not yet stopped. I will highlight them.

1)Given adjustable bed by the Lion’s Club to help with my breathing and fluid retention from mast (immune system) cell activity.

2)Christian brother offers to pay my M.A. -Ph.D. tuition in Clinical Christian Counselling with St. James the Elder Theological Seminary. This happens after making a covenant with my Lord that NO ONE will be refused counselling because of inability to pay. I have always believed as we bless others our Lord gives back to us many more blessings. We don’t help others though because of the reward we get for it. The love of Christ within us gives us His heart for others.

3)God opens a door for me to train to be a Christian Life Coach through La Vonne Earl, Master Christian Life Coach, Your Kingdom Inheritance Coaching

4)God is making my pieces for Him on Mind’s Seat and my own blog “Dreaming together for a better world” impact more lives

5)Area pastors are expressing much interest in sending people to me to be counselled

6)Receiving more and more friends on Linkedin, some of whom have become my brothers and sisters in the faith and prayer partners

7)A more beautiful marriage as I appreciate the awesome blessing I have in Karen more each day

8)The pouring into me of song lyrics that I believe many of which will become part of my eventual doctoral project in Clinical Christian Counselling, for the healing of the abused.

9)Karen accepted into Master of Divinity program at Trinity College in the University of Toronto

10)Further healing of the abuse from my schizo affective father

Then, a week ago my Lord brought me to a quote from Joni EarecksonTada that made everything become crystal clear, as to why I have been having struggles with abuse, poverty and illness for many years.

“Sometimes God allows what He hates to accomplish what He loves.”


― Joni Eareckson TadaThe God I Love

Think about that statement, really think about it. “Sometimes God allows what He hates to accomplish what He loves.”

God allowed me to have my difficult journey, because He had to use the things He hates, to accomplish in me those things that He loves.

I brought that statement into prayer and deep reflection over my life and all the challenges God has allowed. How did He use my journey with being called every foul and disgusting name my schizo affective father would call me?, being beaten so many times I felt like a punching bag, seeing my mother when I was five attempt suicide by hanging herself from a belt, because she could no longer endure the physical and mental torture from my father, being told in all the ways I was a useless piece of garbage, that I was lazy,  weak, stupid,  clumsy,would always be a failure, that my brother was smarter than I would ever be, all the teasing I would get in school being called Professor Piddle Face and Four Eyes, because of my astigmatism needing to wear glasses, having my step grandmother ask me if I worked at being stupid, being on welfare and deciding if I would pay my rent or food but not both at times, going without meals because I couldn’t afford it and God would put me in the position of asking for help, being put on disability with all the attacks on my character that would mean and even having a friend I trusted say I never made it through training to be a minister with The Salvation Army because I was lazy. How did God use all of that pain, all of that heartache, all of that suffering to accomplish His will in me?

I believe through all of what I have experienced God has caused me to develop greater compassion for those who suffer. When I say to someone, I hear your pain, they know I really do hear their pain. I understand their living hell, because I have not only lived that hell myself; I am overcoming it. The Enemy who seeks to rob those who have been abused of their faith in God and their joy for living has knocked me down, but he has not defeated me, nor will he, because I know who I am in my Lord. Yes, I have my down times like we all do, but I refuse to be beaten. I choose to rise from all of my experiences with an overcoming faith, that says no matter what the Enemy throws at me, he will not win. God is winning and will continue to do so.

I know I speak of the Enemy quite a lot. In my faith concept I believe that there are forces of darkness, which seek to take away the light in our lives. I believe there are people filled with darkness, because they have unresolved issues that shroud the light within them.

There is also evil in this world. Even if you don’t believe as I do that there is a real devil, you know there are people of darkness, who you just can’t stand to be around. They are referred to as energy vampires, because after they have literally sucked the life out of you, these people who have so much unresolved pain in their own lives, go on to their next victim. I urge you that if you are fighting an illness as I am or your energy is low, stay away from energy vampires. They will only bring you down.

A wise counsellor asked me this question. “Kevin, if someone is drowning in a raging whirlpool, would you grab hold of that person and seek to rescue that individual? ” I thought for a moment before responding. I found that my natural inclination would be that yes, I would risk my life in seeking to save that poor drowning soul. Then, my logic and training in counselling kicked in. If I reached my hand out to that drowning person, I would drown. Nothing positive would be accomplished. I said, “No, I wouldn’t reach my hand out to save the person, because that would be unhelpful.  I would instead search for a branch of a tree and give that to the person to grab. That would pull the person out of the whirlpool to safety.”

If I failed to seek God’s guidance and went with what my heart said to do, I would be failing to do what He wanted me to do in His time.

A Scripture given to me by my friend, brother in Christ and former journalism professor,  Reverend Will Rooen, has become dear to my heart. Will went on permanent assignment last year for the work the Lord has Him doing in Heaven.

Will would use a certain scripture verse I think for more people than just me. I’m sure he must have used it with so many people, who needed to hear this beautiful truth from God’s heart through the prophet Isaiah to all of us.

“Yet those who [a]wait for the Lord
Will gain new strength;
They will [b]mount up with [c]wings like eagles,
They will run and not get tired,
They will walk and not become weary” (Isaiah 40:31, NASB).

I particularly like the way that the New American Standard Bible uses the phrase “gain new strength” as opposed to other versions that use the thought that this is not a new strength, but rather a renewal of the strength we have. The kind of strength being referred to must be a strength not of our own, because it is strength that will not wear out. It will allow us to run without exhausting ourselves.

The waiting being referred to comes from the root word for rope. Think of one of the uses of a rope. It is used by emergency rescue teams to pull people out of a dangerous situation. The rope becomes the person’s life line.  We have the promise from the prophet Isaiah that as we wait with patience, our Lord will throw His life line to us.

I understand in whatever difficult circumstance you are going through it can be difficult and even painful to see the truth, that if you wait long enough, your Lord will reveal His reason for the waiting.  If you keep your faith, if you hold on tight to that rope, you will get your blessing. Your Lord will give you an endurance to weather the storms of life unlike you have ever known. He’ll  work on maturing your character as you are put through your fire of adversity. Your Lord is going to do all of this in His time.

In His Time? But I want my blessing on my time table, now, this instant. No, child. You must wait. How many of us cry to Him and say, “Lord, I can’t wait. You’re asking too much of me! I’m not as strong as You think I am. I can’t take this crap You’re putting me through any longer! Give me the blessing now!

Your Lord speaks to You in love. He says, “In My time, child. Be patient. Trust in the darkness what I showed You when your life was filled with that clear blue sky, when your life was going much smoother than it is now. Hold on. Keep the faith. Don’t let the Enemy get a foothold into You. Sometimes, I allow the things I hate to accomplish in you the things I love.”

This morning my Lord gave me a further glimpse of what that truth looks like for me. I was able to sing not strongly, but praise God Almighty I was able to sing! I got short of breath after a few songs, but oh what comfort, what abounding joy my Lord gave me when He allowed me to sing!

Then, my Lord started giving me a song to write. I am giving you the lyrics that have already come. The title that the Holy Spirit gave me is Joy of the Eagle.

Joy of the Eagle

Lord, hear me as I call to You

Let me sing once again of the joy of knowing You

Hear the plea of my wounded heart

Cleanse me deep within

Restore me to the health You had in mind when You created me

Help me as I take each step to trust in You

That You are growing me into the person You want me to be in Your time

Let me fly on eagle’s wings to the calling You have for me

To feel Your amazing love infill me

To feel Your heart speak to my heart

Lord, help me to call others to the joy of knowing You

To tell them if they just wait, if they just hold on in that storm, if they just trust that You will shine Your glory into their soul. You’ll give them hope for that brighter tomorrow. You’ll give them wings to soar. You’ll put Your loving arms around them and show them the beauty in their soul.

You are the God of my life. I need You every day. When I am too blind to see help me to see that I can have the freedom of an eagle. I don’t have to be destroyed by my pain. I have a hope and a future, because Your love is in my soul.

Give me a faith that will conquer my fears and show me the joy of the eagle.  Let each day be a new song of hope found in You. Help me to show Christ’s compassion to all You bring to me. Give me the strength to lead them to a life of glorious victory in You!

I praise You, Lord, for the joy of the eagle! I feel new life flooding my soul. I rejoice for each breath I breathe, because I know it’s a gift of life that comes from You!

Let us all fly to God’s sky with the joy of the eagle. Call others to the joy that can be found in Him. Let them know the joy of salvation, the great blessing that comes in knowing Him.

–Kevin Osborne Copyright 2014

God will do what He says in His time as He calls You to have the joy of the eagle. My prayer for all of you is that you would have the abounding joy of the eagle, as You soar to God’s potential for You.

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Pray for our soldiers

Pray for our soldiers who go into harm’s way

Take time to think of them today

As we celebrate Christ the Resurrection and the Life

Think of that husband far from his wife

Think of that wife far from her husband

In your time of joy pause and for a soldier do pray

They are the protectors of the freedom we hold dear

The freedom that comes for some soldiers at the cost of their life

We pray for you in the loneliness you feel far from home

Far from the sights and sounds so familiar to you

Oceans apart from family and friends

Dealing with the culture shock of being in another country

Longing for home

Feeling like a stranger in a foreign land

Having to be always on alert for an attack of enemy fire

For those of us who have had relatives serve as soldiers

We know the sacrifice you make

We feel the pain when you are away from us

It is our hope and prayer that one day there would be no more war

No more of sending you into harm’s way

No more need for you to be away from the families you love

No longer would you see your buddy die next to you

That those who are disabled would get all the help they need

That thoughts would change towards those with PTSD

Soldier, it’s okay to cry when you feel burdens on your heart

I had a grandfather who lied about his age to enter W. W.1

At age 17 he signed up for service is the Canadian Expeditionary Force, infantry division, P.F.C. Sanford Dobson

One moment he was talking to his buddy

But his buddy did not reply

One moment alive

The next moment he was dead

My grandfather was exposed to mustard gas

Every morning for the rest of his life he coughed from developing emphysema

I saw him at the age of five  barely able to breathe

I saw the sweat drip down his face

I lost my grandfather that night to his third heart attack

From that day on I have sought wherever I can

To thank a soldier

To shake their hand

Let us all take time to pray for our soldiers

To offer a prayer of our love

Father, watch over them I pray

Be their hope and with them always

Tell their hearts in ways I never could

You will always have time to hear a soldier’s prayer

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Resurrection Life and Love

Resurrection flow when our strength be low

Help us when we don’t know which way to go

Lift us up when we fall down

When we want to smile, but all we can do is frown

Let us cast every care on You

To take time to smell the fragrance of a flower

See the beauty in the stars

And when we look up into the sky

Let us in this our hearts draw nigh

That Your resurrection river gives us wings to fly

To touch the hearts of those who cry

To be Your outstretched hands of love

To be Your hands and feet to those living on the streets

To never say I have no time for a hurting soul

To bring a coffee and listen to the lives of others

To offer more than a simple God bless you

if there be a need You call me to meet in someone’s life

Let me do it with Your resurrection Life and Love

The outpoured river of Your agape grace

To help put a smile on a sad face

If there be struggling soul who is doing their best

Let me share some of the financial blessings You have given me

To those beaten down by life

To those who need to feel more of Your resurrection Life

In all the things we do for You

In all the healing we seek for our own soul

Let us bathe in the river of Your resurrection life

The ocean of Your amazing love

Resurrection Life and Love flow through me

Be with me as I wake and go through my day

Let me take time to read Your Holy Word

To pray for all the needs that come my way

For in doing all these things to me I feel You say

My child, in loving others, in being Love and Light

This shall Your blessing be

A river of resurrection Life and Love from now into eternity

When we wield the sword of resurrection Love

The Enemy will never win

Because we have shone the Resurrection Light

Brought love into hearts who are grim

Thank you for the joy of knowing You

Resurrection river that flows from the Cross

That turns our darkness into Light

That says thank you for loving a sinner like me

That turns my resurrection river into a sea

The sea of Your amazing love

The hope found in all things above

That’s the resurrection river of Love I can never get enough of

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No miracles allowed

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28 1-7 When the Sabbath was over, just as the first day of the week was dawning Mary from Magdala and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. At that moment there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from Heaven, went forward and rolled back the stone and took his seat upon it. His appearance was dazzling like lightning and his clothes were white as snow. The guards shook with terror at the sight of him and collapsed like dead men. But the angel spoke to the women, “Do not be afraid. I know that you are looking for Jesus who was crucified. He is not here—he is risen, just as he said he would. Come and look at the place where he was lying. Then go quickly and tell his disciples that he has risen from the dead. And, listen, he goes before you into Galilee! You will see him there! Now I have told you my message.”

Then the women went away quickly from the tomb, their hearts filled with awe and great joy, and ran to give the news to his disciples.

9-10 But quite suddenly, Jesus stood before them in their path, and said, “Peace be with you!” And they went forward to meet him and, clasping his feet, worshipped him. Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid. Go now and tell my brothers to go into Galilee and they shall see me there”

11-15 And while they were on their way, some of the sentries went into the city and reported to the chief priests everything that had happened. They got together with the elders, and after consultation gave the soldiers a considerable sum of money and told them, “Your story must be that his disciples came after dark, and stole him away while you were asleep. If by any chance this reaches the governor’s ears, we will put it right with him and see that you do not suffer for it.” So they took the money and obeyed their instructions. The story was spread and is current among the Jews to this day”

(Matthew 28:1-15, J. B. Phillips New Testament).

We are all familiar with the story recorded for us in the synoptic gospels of the miracle of Christ’s resurrection from death. In a world filled with so much hopelessness , the fact that the tomb could not hold our saviour gives us hope for a life filled with the joy of His salvation, even in the darkest of circumstances.

But if we believe that Christ is divine then why should we be amazed that He was not in the tomb? Why were Mary and Mary Magdalene afraid of the sight of the angel announcing that Jesus had simply done as He had promised, in saying that He would rise from death to life? I think it was because their minds could not deal with the glorious sight they saw of that angel messenger, who blazed like lightning.

Imagine for a moment that you are going about your day at work, home or at your school. Without warning, without any time to prepare for it, an angel appears before you shining with a radiant light. Wouldn’t you be frightened? Would you instead find yourself blessed that God should love you so much,, that He sent an angel to listen to the cries from your heart?

What would you say to the angel? When you got over the initial shock of seeing such a sight of the demonstration of God’s love for you, would you not fall prostrate and cry tears of joy at such a spirit-lifting sight?

Sadly, those who choose not to believe in God would say surely their eyes were playing tricks on them. I am seeing an illusion. This awesome vision before my eyes cannot be real.

Imagine for a moment as you close your eyes that with the angel Christ appears. They both have a message that you must hear. Will you listen or seek to deny the miracle of love you see?

It would be far easier to deny the miraculous. Those responsible for the crucifixion and death of Christ could not have the story spread that Christ really was who He said He was, that He was both human and divine. These murderers would look like fools. Why? Because if they were wrong about denying Christ’s divinity, then it would be logical to conclude that nothing the chief priests and elders said or the Romans said about the power of their gods should be believed.

The chief priests and the elders got together to concoct a story that the disciples must have collectively removed the boulder, and taken Christ’s body out of the tomb. They bribed the soldiers to lie, because their reputations as learned men, who knew God’s Truth, hung in the balance.

We just can’t have the story spread that Christ conquered death. People would turn away from us. We would lose all the tithes people pay to come to the temple. The Christian church would flourish. Thousands of people would accept salvation. They would turn away from a religion they could no longer support. We read in the last sentence of this passage that this lie that the disciples removed Christ’s body from the tomb, was spread among the Jewish people to this day.

In verse eight we read that Mary and Mary Magdalene transition from fear to awe and wonder at the sight of Christ. They accept the miracle of their saviour’s resurrection. It must have filled Christ’s mother, Mary, with an abounding joy that her son was not dead. He was alive! How that knowledge must have warmed the death she felt in her heart. My son, my beautiful son is not dead!

Mothers, think how you would feel if the miraculous happened for your sons. Listen to a mother’s heart as she tells the story of her son, Benjamin Breedlove.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdbNXW0_wUo

At age four Benjamin has a life-threatening seizure during which he sees a bright light above him, which his mother doesn’t see. He has four cardiac arrests. On December 6, 2011 it takes paramedics three minutes to get his heart started again. The fourth cardiac arrest takes his life the evening of Christmas Day 2011.

What Christ and Ben would want us to remember is that every breath we breathe is a miracle from God. We need to live each day thanking our Lord for those quiet miracles we can give to others. Call that person who needs you most. Be an instrument of positive change in someone’s life.

Just as Christ could not be held by death’s grasp, neither could Ben. He has gone on to a life far better than this one of daily strife. He no longer has to fight to live. Where Ben is in Heaven all earthly things, including disease do not exist.

and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away” (Rev. 21:4, NASB).

Ben’s life touches ours with these inspiring thoughts. Live as if today was your last day. Help others to see that life is a beautiful gift from God to be thankful for, as we give the gift of our love to all we meet.

I too have what doctors think is an incurable rare auto immune condition called mastocytosis. I have been intubated eight times for attacks on my immune system. I have survived three bouts with pneumonia, one time which went into both lungs. I also have asthma.

I know what it is like to fight for every breath, to feel like I am breathing through a straw. I know that each breath I breathe is a gift from God.

I believe in miracles because my life is a living testament miracles still do happen. I survived the physical and emotional abuse of my schizo affective father.  If I had gone with my cousin, Paul, in a barrel boat made from an oil can, I would have drowned at age eight. Paul died. I lived. I overcame a flu at age 17 when my body temperature soared to 105 degrees farenheit.  In the year 2000 I nearly died from asthmatic bronchitis after collapsing in my apartment. I was working as an Assistant Professor of ESL at Kwandong University in the eastern seaboard city of Kangnung, South Korea. My peak flow was 150. That is the measurement of the maximum rate for expiration of your breath. Those who have asthma or other lung conditions can tell you just how serious such a low peak flow reading is. During one of my intubations, I was asleep for three days, before the doctors were able to wake me up.

While many have disputed it, during those three days I was given a brief glimpse of Heaven. I was only privileged to see the entrance. I saw God’s creation all around me. The trees and the clear blue sky were beautiful far beyond anything on this earth. The sun blazed through the entrance way I was in. I could hear the sweet sound of birds chirping.

My soul was at peace. Then, as quickly as I saw the image, I felt medical angels taking my spirit back to earth.

I recall mixed feelings as I opened my eyes. I was glad to see my beautiful wife, Karen. I couldn’t speak because I still had my breathing tube in my throat. Yet, I also felt a crushing sadness that I was returned to earth to continue the struggles of this daily existence, filled with ongoing health challenges.

I choose to live each day with hope. I will continue to pray for those who even when seeing miracles use science and logic to dispute their existence.

That first cry of life that comes from a baby is a miracle. Those who beat the odds and survive terminal conditions are a living miracle. Benjamin Breedlove’s life is a miracle.  He lived his life with passion, joy and a boundless love for his family. He possessed a heart as big as the world to which he communicated his thoughts about his life and his faith. through his you tube ministry.

Ben’s life inspires me to fight on for the quality life that I believe is the fundamental right of every human-being. Through the lives of leaders like Martin Luther King Jr., Gandhi, Mother Teresa and the teenager Malala Yousafzai, we are challenged to believe and dream that a world of equality and brotherly love for all is not a fantasy. It can be a living and active reality, if we all work hard to create that kind of world.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank my Lord and a few of the people who give me the hope to press on as I battle my illness. Karen, my wife, thanks for loving me on those difficult days when I show you  I am a man of God with faults, who is on a journey of being perfected in love. Know that I love you with all of my heart next to God.

La Vonne Earl, the day I met you on Linkedin is one of the greatest joys of my life! You as my coach and fellow warrior in the faith are fighting along with me. You have such a beautiful love for your saviourm I feel in my heart as I talk with you. I would have never thought that meeting you on a Linkedin group for Christian writers and entrepreneurs, would have led to meeting a loving and inspiring soul like you.

You are helping me transition from a victim of horrific child abuse from my schizo affective father to that of a victorious healer. I look forward to training with you to become a Certified Christian Life Coach for Your Kingdom Inheritance Coaching. La Vonne, you are encouraging and challenging me with the love of Christ to keep making healthy food and life choices.

I have known Jesus as my personal Lord and saviour for 31 years. That cold night in March, 1983, I  knelt at the altar at The Salvation Army North York Temple and asked Christ into my life. I ended my life of half commitment to my Lord. I said Christ could have all of me. While I have had my struggles, my mountain and valley experiences, the miracle of Christ’s hope in my heart continues to live within me.

Dr. Heyward Ewart, President of St. James the Elder Theological Seminary, who I affectionately call Father Paul, thank you for helping make my life of abuse one of an amazing story of overcoming. I count it a blessing from God to be in your M.A.-Ph.D. program in Clinical Christian Counselling. I am learning so much from you and growing as a man of God through your wise counsel.

To my dear friends who have supported Karen and me with their prayers and their undying love, thank you for being the beautiful people of God that you are.

And to all of my readers, Marmar, and fellow co-authors, thanks for inspiring me through how you live your life.

Please ponder this thought from Albert Einstein.

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

Christ conquering death is a miracle. Benjamin Breedlove’s life is a miracle. You are a miracle.

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Sing a Song of New Hope

Christ's crucifixion

Dear readers:

This song is dedicated to my Lord, all of you and the amazing people in my life! I thank you for always believing in me. Every day in all the challenges and struggles of your life, take time to say a prayer to your Lord, thanking Him for loving you and caring about every aspect of your life. 

Because Christ rose from the grave, we can sing a song of  hope in all our lives — the hope that comes in knowing and feeling His amazing love!

Please pray for God to send me His team to put all His song lyrics to music to touch so many wounded souls, who so much long to live, laugh and love. 

Should my Lord open the door to it, a large percentage of funds raised through this and the other song lyrics I have written and will write, will be donated to local and international missions work.

You are all amazing people!

Kevin

Sing a Song of New Hope

Verse one:

Lord, you lift me up when I fall down

New mercies every morning I see

Thank you for loving a wounded sinner like me

For being able to cast all my cares at Your feet

For allowing me to cry out my pain and heal my wounded soul

Chorus:

Because You died and rose again, there is a new hope for me

I can sing a new song of joy and heavenly victory

Though Satan should seek to call me away from loving You, he will never win

Because I have this burning flame of hope inside of me, Christ will always win

Verse two:

I will sing a song of love again

Of that victory won on the Cross for me

Though wounded, hurt and abused, I will smile every day

Because of the hope of Christ that is in me

This new-found hope that will never go away

Chorus:

Because You died and rose again, there is a new hope for me

I can sing a new song of joy and heavenly victory

Though Satan should seek to call me away from loving You, he will never win

Because I have this burning flame of hope inside of me, Christ will always win

Verse three:

From this day on into eternity I’ll sing my new song of victory

Hallelujah! You have conquered the death the Enemy seeks to speak into me

I have blessings manifold that are with me every day

Satan, you have no more power over me, because of the debt for sin did my saviour pay for me

Because He lives I can rise again to praise You every day into eternity!

Chorus: Sing twice

Because You died and rose again, there is a new hope for me

I can sing a new song of joy and heavenly victory

Though Satan should seek to call me away from loving You, he will never win

Because I have this burning flame of hope inside of me, Christ will always win

–Kevin James Osborne copyright 2014

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Sing a song of a new beginning!

If Susan Boyle at age 47 didn’t let her dream die, then let that be an encouragement to all of us to not let our dreams die.

The common refrain I hear from many people in middle or elderly age is Kevin, I’m too old to make a new beginning with my life. It can be difficult breaking down that protective emotional wall of resistance, that keeps people stuck living a half existence. For many years I lived with beating upon beating, with the punishing thoughts of my abuse from my schizo affective father. “Kevin, you’re clumsy, weak, lazy, and stupid. You will always be a failure. Your brother is smarter than you’ll ever be. I am disappointed in you. I wish you had never been born.”

My dear friends, lies like these can only come from the fiery pit of Hell.

I want to thank my Lord, my wife, Karen, counsellors, pastor, family, friends, Dr. Heyward Ewart, who is mentoring me in my M.A.-Ph.D. program in Clinical Christian Counselling through St. James the Elder Theological Seminary and Master Christian Life Coach, La Vonne Earl, for helping me defeat those lies with the truth. God bless you all abundantly for your faithfulness.

I never thought in my entire life that my Lord whom I love with all of my heart, mind and soul, would call me to be a co-author on Mind’s Seat. Father and Marmar, thank you for this honour, this awesome calling to bring hope and inspiration to people all around the world. You are amazing people! It is a joy to have this privilege of sharing with you what God lays upon my heart to say.

I pray that my Lord will open His doors for Karen and I to speak about His love for us, sinners saved by grace. Lord, open up every soul on this earth to the joy of your salvation and the assurance of Your abiding presence in their lives.

This cruel abusive programming can set up those who fall victim to it, for a life much less than God intended. After being told over and over again you are garbage and a waste of flesh, you begin to believe those terrible words of death to the spirit. These lies steal away your reason for existence; they are cancer to your soul. You feel there is no way you can make a positive change in affirming that you are a beautiful, intelligent, articulate, giving and creative person. Then, when people filled with love help you to believe in yourself, like Susan Boyle you begin to spread the wings of your inner beauty, and fly like God intended.

God can use your wounded past to put a new song in your heart. He can use your pain to be a victorious healer in the lives of others. You can tell the Enemy that robs and steals away dreams, who vanquishes hope, that you refuse to be his victim any longer. You are going to choose to live the life that is the fundamental right of everyone. You just have to come to your Lord as you are and pour out your heart to Him.

The Scripture in a sermon my wife, Karen, gave at The Salvation Army Simcoe Community Church comes to mind. “Today I have given you the choice between life and death, between blessings and curses. Now I call on heaven and earth to witness the choice you make. Oh, that you would choose life, so that you and your descendants might live!” (Deut. 30:19, New Living Translation). Will you choose a life with death or joy?

Shout out loud and clear so the Enemy will know in no uncertain terms, that today you are going to choose life. You refuse these chains of doubt and imprisonment of the child within you, who wants to soar. Tell that Prince of Liars you will stand on these truths. I am a beautiful child of God. My Lord loves me with an everlasting love. He loves me so much that He died for me. He died to set me free from the bonds of lies, sin and death, so I could live a life of joy. My Lord has an awesome plan for my life. I will no longer play that disgusting role of victim. I will live the victorious life my Lord wants me to have. I will choose life, God’s life that can light a holy fire of love and victory in me.

Say this prayer until it becomes a living part of you.  I am the child of a King. Christ died for all the wrong things I have done in my life. I turn away from a life of defeat and embrace a life as a victorious conqueror in Christ. Satan, flee from my life now! I know who I am. I choose life today, that beautiful and glorious life that flows from the blood my saviour shed on the Cross for me. Thank you for giving me the blessing of a victorious life from now and into eternity. Amen.

If you think you are too old to heal and make a new start, think these thoughts. I am not the lies I have been told. I can make a new beginning. If an 80 year-old can go back to school and get a degree from the University of Toronto, it’s never too late for me. If a 74 year-old can start a career as a history professor after graduating from York University, I can too. If a woman I know can become an Anglican priest in her mid sixties, I can too. If my wife, Karen, can be accepted for Master of Divinity studies at the University of Toronto at age 56, you can too. If I can continue with my graduate studies in counselling, missions and theology at age 51, you can too. Say I can be anything God wants me to be because He loves me. My Lord wants only the best for me.

You are never too old to begin again. You are never too old to heal from your abusive past and say, “I am more than a conqueror through Christ, who loves me and gave His life for me. I will sing a new song as a victorious healer, reaching my goals and spurring others on to accomplish theirs.”

Today, sing your own song of a new beginning with your Lord.

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