{"id":5097,"date":"2022-03-24T12:52:39","date_gmt":"2022-03-24T17:52:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/?p=5097"},"modified":"2022-08-18T15:30:56","modified_gmt":"2022-08-18T20:30:56","slug":"redeemed-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/2022\/03\/24\/redeemed-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Redeemed"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I wrote the following poem because our ladies at Journey Church, have been doing the Bible study, Finding God Faithful, the life of Joseph. Last night as I listened to the video I burst into tears as I heard the part about Jacob blessing Joseph\u2019s two sons.<\/h6>\n
Joseph had been living in Egypt because his brothers had sold him into slavery when he was just 17 years old. It was thirteen years before he saw his brothers again. It is an amazing story you can read about it in Genesis start in the 12th chapter to get all the background.<\/h6>\n
But last night it was said he thought his life\u2019s inheritance was lost to him and that he\u2019d never see his family again. But when Jacob blessed his two sons, he told him God had been with him the whole time and not only would there be one tribe there would be two tribes because Jacob took Joseph\u2019s sons to be his own. It\u2019s a custom.<\/h6>\n
I cried because in my own life I thought I would never rise above all the trials and mess I had made of my life by making wrong choices. I tried so hard, but it seemed the harder I tried the more trouble would find me. I can\u2019t begin to tell you all the heartache and hurt and suffering that was in my life and the hurt I caused; I didn\u2019t try to hurt people, but I did. I could not get free\u2026until one day, God delivered me and totally and completely changed me. I was taken out of the place I grew up and placed in a foreign land\u2026 (Lake Worth) for over five years I was in a place of solitude, alone with God. Yes, I was around people, and he brought me to a Church that would heal me, and I could grow and thrive. And only by the grace of God was I restored. He has REDEEMED Me, and I am blessed more than I could ever tell. He restored me to my family and gave me even more family. Church family and new grandbabies. This life I am now living is all because God saw in me a broken, beaten, defeated, unworthy, prodigal child who on her own could not make it. But by the grace of God and loving children of God I was redeemed!!<\/h6>\n
This is why this story ministers to my heart more than I could write about.<\/h6>\n
And if God can do it for me\u2026He can certainly, do it for anyone who will surrender to him, love him and give him your full devotion. It is worth more than all the \u201cstuff\u201d or wealth, or earthly gain you could ask for\u2026He said, but seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His Righteousness and all these other things will be added to you.<\/h6>\n
Don\u2019t put it off\u2026I\u2019m talking to YOU\u2026the one reading this\u2026God wants to Redeem your life\u2026Let Him!<\/h6>\n<\/div>\n
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Redeemed<\/span><\/div>\n
At seventeen all seems lost as I struggle in these bonds placed on my hands and feet\u2026<\/div>\n
Gone is the life that was treasured and sweet\u2026<\/div>\n
Betrayed by my brothers; how could this be?<\/div>\n
Sold into slavery, I travel in defeat\u2026<\/div>\n
I only wanted them to see\u2026<\/div>\n
The dreams I had were not to boast<\/div>\n
They were told to them because I loved them most\u2026<\/div>\n
Love was not returned; only hate\u2026<\/div>\n
Now I\u2019m forced to live behind an iron gate\u2026<\/div>\n
How long O God must I suffer and wait?<\/div>\n
Years I\u2019ve served, being faithful to my God, mostly though,<\/div>\n
It is He, who\u2019s been faithful, my heart is tender and oh so grateful\u2026<\/div>\n
At least I\u2019m still alive\u2026<\/div>\n
Years come, and years go, but I will never, ever know, the homeland of my birth\u2026<\/div>\n
Baker dies, Cupbearer set free, please dear Cupbearer remember me\u2026<\/div>\n
Forgotten again by human man\u2026<\/div>\n
But my faithful God, will let me rise again\u2026<\/div>\n
By God\u2019s design, my family is restored, now I sit here with my father for a blessing from the Lord.<\/div>\n
Jacob speaks, he\u2019s now quite old, but with my two sons, I now am told\u2026<\/div>\n
You were never forgotten, son divine, you see your sons, they are considered mine\u2026<\/div>\n
A two-fold blessing is given today, Redeemed by God, hear me as I say\u2026<\/div>\n
Not only is your inheritance intact, but you\u2019re also restored and blessed by our sovereign Lord\u2026<\/div>\n
I never thought I\u2019d ever see your face; and all because of God\u2019s loving grace\u2026I\u2019ve seen you, and your sons, who I take as my own\u2026 Now I can rest in my eternal home\u2026<\/div>\n
And you will live and forever be known\u2026<\/div>\n
As Joseph redeemed, you will never be alone\u2026<\/div>\n
Double blessings come from Faithful God\u2019s throne!<\/div>\n
~Marla Shaw O\u2019Neill March 24, 2020<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I wrote the following poem because our ladies at Journey Church, have been doing the Bible study, Finding God Faithful, the life of Joseph. Last night as I listened to the video I burst into tears as I heard the part about Jacob blessing Joseph\u2019s two sons. Joseph had been living in Egypt because his…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5097","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8aPxH-1kd","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5097","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5097"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5097\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6123,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5097\/revisions\/6123"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5097"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5097"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5097"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}