• THEY SAY ...

    THEY SAY ...
    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    They say ...
    Not to put all your eggs in one basket.
    Maybe this is true in some arenas but it's not true in all.
    I've put all my eggs in one certain basket;
    I've entrusted all the eggs to a certain egg keeper.
    And you know what I'm learning?
     God's got the "egg department" wonderfully, creatively and powerfully covered.
     I like what He's doing with the eggs:
    Some are colored,
    Some are cracked,
    Some are edible,
    Some are packed.
    Some are dyed,
    And some are white,
    But all the eggs are,
    The right kind of right ...
    In the hands of God.
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    I gave my eggs to God;
    Put the whole mixed up dozen in His hands,
    And He seems utterly pleased and delighted with them.
    God is uncharacteristically creative,
    Beautiful,
    And wonderful.
    He's the "egg keeper" until eternity ...
    And all my eggs are safe in His basket.
    Decidedly His.

  • ONE INDIVIDUAL STOOD OUT

    ONE INDIVIDUAL STOOD OUT
    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Some time ago we sat through the graduation and celebration of a loved one; it was a typical, lengthy ceremony honoring hundreds of graduates.
    Names were read, graduates received their diploma, and time slowly elapsed.
    One individual stood out from the crowd;
    I can still see him.
    “Steve” had earned a generic degree with no additional honors;
    pretty ordinary unless you saw him.
    Steve didn’t glide across the stage like all the others did,
    he labored across the stage.
    With his walker guiding him, he took one difficult step at a time.
    His steps took concerted effort and his walk took considerable courage.
    I admired him as did everybody else.
    I’m guessing that the “generic” diploma earned by Steve meant more to him than all the "weighty" diplomas of others combined.
    The obstacles he had to overcome were “different” than the obstacles faced by others.
    While I have not had to endure the same obstacles that Steve has endured, I am able to see a piece of Steve in me.
    I think that sometimes I walk just like Steve but in different areas of my life.
    I think we all do.
    We are slow, awkward, and handicapped in hidden places.
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    Obstacles aren’t something we run about looking for in life;
    they are placed before us, imposed upon us,
    and regarded as necessary faith-building agents in our lives.
    We don’t have to like them but we do have to learn to walk with them.
    They are designed to make us needy; they are designed to draw us into dependence upon God.
    I’m not crazy about the plan but I think it’s highly effective.
    I’m not always sure about the plan but I think it’s praiseworthy.
    God knows what He’s doing.
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    Don’t bemoan or begrudge the necessary work Christ is doing in your life.
    Take another step and entrust Him to do through you what He has determined for you.
    God is sufficient.
    God is able.
    Your obstacle is God's opportunity to do something beautiful through you;
    Expect Him to show up powerfully.

  • THE HARD THING

    THE HARD THING
    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    How many times I left off doing the right thing,
    Telling the right thing ...
    Because it was the hard thing.
    Because I looked at man and gave him power in my mind to determine, decide, and declare my fate.
    But it was only in my mind ...
    And it was a lie.
    Nothing more.
    God works in truth,
     God helps us to tell the truth,
     And God is the Truth.
    This is the Gospel truth.
    When we tell the truth and are more interested in what God says than what man thinks, then we begin to live out the truth and we begin to discover grace and I think we are, at this point, at the beginning of finding our true place with God.
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    Many of you are scared of hidden truths and you've tried very hard to tuck them away.
    You've told me so.
    You speak about the truth,
    You know the truth,
    But you are not living the truth and you are not telling the truth,
    Because you fear man more than God ...
    And that is the truth.
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    Sometimes the truth is very hard and painful to tell;
    But a lie is so much harder to live.
    Around every truth is the silver-lining of grace.
    Tell it so you can experience it.
    Tell it ...
    So you can live.
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    And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
    John 8:32






  • LITTLE SPARROW

    LITTLE SPARROW
    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    He cares about the sparrow small,
    He clothes the lily sweet;
    There’s not a single care or need,
    But God alone will meet.

    Limitations don’t exist,
    And nothing does appear;
    To give the great Creator,
    Any cause for any fear.

    Nothing can alarm Him,
    Nor surprise Him ‘bout your need;
    Nothing can detract Him,
    He will always intercede.

     For He careth for the sparrow,
    And He clothes the lily sweet;
    Every need that He’s created,
    He intends to fully meet.
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    “Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.”
    Matthew 10: 29-31

  • THE FAMILY OF GOD

    THE FAMILY OF GOD
    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    The old hymnal lays hidden in a closet no longer.
    Exposed to my eyes, entrusted to my mind, and presented as a gift to my word-loving soul, my beloved client tenderly places,
    THE NORTH AMERICAN HYMNAL
    In my hands.
    The threadbare cover is opened and the binding studied gently;
    It has already lodged itself within me.
    Mr. Everett Clark, an unknown individual to both me and my client, is memorialized on the inside of the cover and now linked to me, by name, through a Hymnal.
    While this precious and personal "word gift" arrived to me via my client, I ultimately receive it and view it as a gift and loving token from my Heavenly Father.
    And He has chosen for the inside cover to be sealed with the words of an old Hymn taped beneath the memorialized man's name.
    I read them, caress them, and love them.
    They are the breath of the Father in me.
    The old type-written words are shared exactly as they appear to me ... and I cry.
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    THE FAMILY OF GOD
    CHORUS:
    I'm so glad I'm a part of the family of God! I've been washed in the fountain, Cleansed by His blood. Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod, for I'm part of the family, the family of God.
    Verse 1: You will notice we say brother and sister round here. It's because we're a family and folks are so dear. When one has a heartache we all share the tears, and rejoice in each victory in this family so dear.
    Verse 2: From the door of the orphanage to the house of the King; No longer an outcast a new song I sing. From rags to riches, from the weak to the strong, I'm not worthy to be here but praise God I belong!
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    And one day when we all sing the last line,
    It will be the last time,
    And we'll all be "together,"
    One family made whole in Jesus.



  • THIS IS THE STORY

    *I quite by accident recorded this devotional under "Words" instead of "February's Devotional Study."
     I have decided to leave it.
    Some stories are worth repeating.


    THIS IS THE STORY
    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country, and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat, and no man gave unto him. And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee. And am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants. And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand and shoes on his feet. And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it, and let us eat, and be merry. For this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found, And they began to be merry.
    Luke 15: 14-24
    Today's Read: Luke 15; Colossians 3
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    The prodigal son.
    Here we have a son enveloped and entrenched in a lifestyle of deception and destruction.
    Here we have a son made aware of his internal condition through external circumstantial condition
    It was the "famine" that brought the son to his senses and it was the starved impoverished soul that led him home.
    Never underestimate the power of a "famine" in any arena of an individual's life.
    That God-awful thing called a famine, which we would not wish on our loved ones or for ourselves, is often times the God-ordained affliction that pulls us magnetically and gloriously back into relationship and intimacy with the Father.
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    Try to imagine the journey home for the young man:
    -Listen to the words of apology rearranged and rehearsed a thousand different ways.
    -Listen to the second-guessing, the wondering, and the questioning on the long journey home.
    -Listen to the inaudible voice "within" suggesting the impossibility of acceptance in returning to the confines of a father's vast and reputable estate.
    -Witness the hesitation of pausing feet,
    -Furrowed brow,
    -Falling tear,
    -And feel the acceleration of a heartbeat so strong it feels like it has the power to beat right out of the skin.
    This is the "sound" of the prodigal returning home.
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    Hmmm ...
    We don't read stories rightly, generally, until they become our own or situated into the life of a loved one. Only then do we understand, recognize, and realize the power and scope of redemptive grace that flows so freely from the Father ... upon a repentant heart.
    Only then do we realize the power of redemption and its true defining.
    The famine of the prodigal becomes the feast with the Father;
    It is the Father who retains the right to translate one to the other.
    Citizens from others countries and sons under the Father's roof do not make the determinants or call the shots about the extension of lavish grace Christ chooses to apply to the sin-impaired.
    There are beautiful prodigals all about me,
    Young "proteges" of the Father,
    Learning to become better and more able ministers of the Father's grace.
    Praise Him for the "famine" and praise Him for the feast;
    And praise Him for His never-ending love.
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    Three Study Suggestions:
    1) Read the story of the prodigal with eyes focused on only the Father. What do you see of Him?
    2) Where have you most recently observed this story illustrated in your own life or the life of a loved one? What do you see about God in the picture?
    3) Do you think of "yourself" as the prodigal?
    If not, "who" do you consider to be a prodigal?
    Until we see "ourselves" the prodigal ... it is not likely we will love the prodigal.
    I'm interested in your insights.









  • THE REPAIR SHOP

    THE REPAIR SHOP
    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    When a crack begins to spider-web across your windshield, it’s time to fix it.
    -It doesn’t get fixed by blaming the gravel truck that flew past you and threw a stone your way.
    -It doesn’t get fixed by throwing a stone back at the gravel truck.
    -It doesn’t get fixed by talking about getting it fixed.
    A cracked windshield gets fixed when the owner assumes responsibility for his windshield, brings it in to the appropriate “fix-it” place, and gets the job done.
    There’s a time factor and a cost factor involved …
    But you also drive away looking out a clear windshield.
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    Individuals who assume responsibility for the sin and the “cracks” in their lives and utilize the redemptive service called “confession” are blessed individuals.
    Temporarily, they may appear to suffer setbacks, inconveniences, and perhaps even a few perceived injustices, but in the end the “crack” is dealt with by a supreme Serviceman and Christ, Himself, gives a special regard to the individual who drives into His repair shop and asks to be restored.
    Christ has a way of sufficiently caring for the “time and cost” factors involved and, in His way and in His perfect time, He maintains the power to grant a flawless windshield to the child He provides coverage for.
    How He does it and why He does it are some of life’s beautiful mysteries,
    But that He does it …
    Is a most perfect reality.
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    Assume full responsibility for what you see and what you’re looking through,
    And drive yourself into the repair shop called Redemption.
    Confessing “cracks” allows redemptive “facts” to surface in a most beautiful way.
    What He does with you, I cannot say,
    But what He gives to you,
    Is clean and coming your way.
    Watch for it.
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  • ELASTICITY

    ELASTICITY
    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    The elasticity of grace forms itself around my naked soul.
    Encompassing,
    Enveloping,
    Lining,
    Attaching itself ...
     The lifeblood, the umbilical cord of the Father.
    Impregnating,
    Sealing my soul with the warmth of holy amniotic provision,
    Pumping itself of necessity through my soul's entirety;
    Engaging it with the substance necessary for the indwelling Spirit's presence.
    Grace dwells secure in the sacred place of the soul,
    Laid bare in truth,
    Exposed openly,
    Flowing freely.
    The Son's blood courses through the womb of my soul effortlessly.
     In perfect harmony,
    Pure and holy,
    Together as one.
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  • PREPARING

    PREPARING
    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Lord ….
    I see you right beside me,
    In this valley of decision;
    You are leading and preparing me,
    To see with greater vision.

    Enabling me in spirit,
    With a lens of keener sight;
    Altered by a realm,
    Of holy cleansing, perfect light.

    Calling me with purpose,
    By Your will and sovereign choice;
    Giving me provision,
    As I heed Your holy voice.

    Grant me deep discernment,
    As I move on fleshly plain;
    To see that my election,
    Bears the witness of Your name.
    Amen.
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    “Therefore, brothers, be all the more diligent to make certain about His calling and choosing you; for as long as you practice these things, you will never stumble.”
    2 Peter 1:10

     

  • WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE

    WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE
    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt
     
    They say that decency ends after midnight but this is simply not true.
    One of the weightiest testimonies of the Gospel is transposed in the cell when the clock strikes twelve ...
    Right at midnight.
    Individuals who make such discoveries find full recovery in this redemptive act repeated and realized over and over and over and over again.
    Praise and prayer shall ring and spring from men conditioned to bend their knees in their darkest and bleakest of hours to find their "able remedy" dominate and declare it as His finest of hours.
    The Spirit whispers to the downtrodden and weak of heart,
    God's finest hour begins in your weakest hour,
    When the clock strikes twelve.
    Men on their knees are impossible to defeat.
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    And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises to God and the prisoners heard them. And suddenly there was a great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken; and immediately all the doors were opened, and everyone's bands were loosed.

    Acts 16:25-26
    *Today's devotional study might "strike" you;
    Read it and reflect on it.



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