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LYDIA WESTERN

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LYDIA WESTERN last won the day on February 22 2020

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About LYDIA WESTERN

  • Birthday 01/13/1995

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    Australia
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    Independent Fundamental Baptist
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  1. Haha! Yeah I got it. I was like ...WHATever . But the thing that really gave it away, was that he/she had penteCOASTEL as the type. Haha. I’m guessing that’s someone who lives near the sea side?
  2. Sherry and I would like to say Happy Birthday!  🍰

  3. actually its more like 150 all up, 200 max. I cant figure out how to edit a post ive already posted?
  4. lol It sounds like you still have Christians there in America; "Christians" anyway. We NEVER get those sort of questions whilst knocking doors here. It's so funny. Australians don't have near the amount of Christian influence. I also worked out that America has about 20-30 times the amount of IB churches in Australia. Tasmania has about 2 or 3 churches. Northern Territory has about 1. Victoria might have 10. South Australia has about 5. Most of them are in New south wales and Queensland. The other three states I cant remember but probably not more than 10. Anyway, all up we have about 250 maybe. And most of them are churches of about 30-70 people. 70 is big. 40 is very very common. And most are seperated by hundreds and thousands of km from each other. Actually, it's lonely.
  5. Ive noticed that young pele who grow up in calvinist homes very very often struggle with whether they are saved or not. Also, people like David Brainard had some very aweful, heart-rending struggles until he finally came to rest. He said that he couldnt u derstand how a merciful could be just in damning some to hell, and concequently him. He thought he was probablg damned. Its laborious to read pages and pages of this before finally getting to the salvation bit.
  6. Excuse the words of a young woman coming in here, but I think the question is...What kind of beliefs do you want your children to have? What kind of friends? God doesn't ask us to seperate over things just because. He is quite practical and logical, and he knows that we become what we hang around. It pays to ask the same questions the Lord would to himself (if that were possible)..."Now what will happen if I don't tell my children to stay away from this and this and this? Not good. Better include that in the rules".
  7. THE MISTY FLATS Wilt thou stumble, O blinded man? For shadowed mists about thy feet, That wrap around thy head and sweep, The darkness of thy mistful land. The enemy robs thee of thy whelps, Wrapped in tranquil ashen o'er thy sleep, And never mourns thy sunless head nor sees, Such vulpine robbers by thee knelt. Nor heeds alarm from higher ground, When from some clearer hill is seen, The outline of an enemy, That mocked thy denial and plundering,found. How terrifying more thy misty paths! When stumbling at some darkened tree, Wist not it was thine enemy, But crushed some frightening sense of harm. And thou, O Christian, blissful ignorance, Stumbles at each sinful fall, Denies was stricken there at all, But keeps thy spurious innocence. Sin that once was viewed as such, Now nestles in a cloke of grey, And strikes thy blind, denying face, That full denies its bruising touch. Sins bitter cup that once abhorred, And deadly foe that once was feared, Denied through misty conscience years, But harms thy beauty as before. Now all is pure? I thought it sinful! This blindness, light? I thought it dark! We float upon a helmless bark, Some frightening trance of peaceful. Behold the enemy! All around, But seems to thee as darkened trees, Behold a mire but placid seas, And stumbling, as thy level ground. Men are mad! I hold it true, The lost and saved alike. Content to wander in their night, And veil the Holy that once they knew. Wilt thou dare, O blinded man, To lift thy cloke of sin? And view thy Holy God within, Whom thou hast covered with thy hand? A gentle Dove, within thee dwells, And grieves such blindness to His hurt! Such disregarding of the cursed! That threatened thee with hell. No more forgive thy blinded state, That parades a shallow evenness, And steals thy clear and holiness. This peaceful trance of pervading grey. I pray Thy Spirit, O God, to blow! And breath away all blinding mist, That hides the truer face of sin, And unifies our Christian low. For thou art pure and thou art holy. We know not Thee for we are blind, But stumble at each law Divine, And disregard as common folly. Thy purest estate, thy wretchedness, Thy finest coverings are thy nakedness. And pious workings are thy pride, But know ye not that thou art blind? Thy happiest estate is still thy misery! Thy richest place is still thy poverty! Thy misty flats, a devils mind. O know ye not that thou art blind? Heaven o'er gazes, wisely and vast. And what of our contentment? Our happy states of condescension, To lower views, unholy paths. The Spirit grieveth in our breasts. So tragic are His Holy thoughts! That we have counted Him for nought, And shamed His holiness for less! A darker view of Holy God, More as to a man than He. And foolish, we assume to be, Accepted in our misty sod. For lower views of purest God, Bring lower views of what He grieves, 'Till wandering there in misty seas, Our forms of He and sin forgot. Blow, O Spirit of God upon our dim! And breath away satanic mist, That settles on our souls and kissed, Like serpent venom across the wind. So make our air as Thy pure air, And sereph's blush of Thee our own, Until one day thou take us home, And blindless view Thee perfect there. L.J.W
  8. JORDAN As I stand in Jordan’s claven depths, Make, O Lord, my death another’s spring That they might live and joyful sing Of Canaan’s shore and deeper rest. Waters of Adam piled on an heap, Whilst prayers upon my slurring lips And tears upon my baby cheeks Wet rocks beneath my tired feet. Standing still, no place to go? O Lord, a dead man cannot move, But waits thy blessings yet to prove And prays though emptied of my flow. Dry as the rocks beneath my feet But praying as the priests beneath the ark, Though caring naught but to depart When standing ‘side my Jordan heap. A blessing I have come to be. ‘Twas hard to see the glory in my death When struggling, O, but for a breath God made me water there for thee. Poured out upon impossible and holy ground, Is death such a miracle that in my heart Another’s sorrow can depart For Spirit’s working through my nothing? Blessed be the ties that bind me In the love of God, my glory, That writes my new and deeper story And whispers, “Thou art yet to be.” L.W
  9. Surrender Askest Thou me, "Stretch forth thy knife"? Slay my friend and take from me this precious life? Laid still and bound on altar of stone, She there, and I upon a mountain top alone. For this dear friend I prayed, And now my God must take away? Stretch forth my hand and slay? Beloved friend upon this altar laid? Surrender, what does it mean? A terrible, unjust thing it seems, To human eyes who only now sees pain, Of human hearts now rent in twain. I cannot slay! No strength in me remains, For here I am upon his mountain top again. A well worn path of many years, This track of dust and tears. It seems I've felt that every path, I've trod here whether near or far, Must somehow lead back to this place. This place of death, and now to face. Now standing still and trembling with Thy words, Transfixed with pain my heart astirred, I raise my hand though trembling weak, Trusting Love though all is bleak. Clouds, grey and dim o'r shadow the sky. A mountain's wind is rushing by. The valleys all around I see. But still my face looks up to Thee. Thee who too died here for me. Thou gavest all, gave all thou couldst. Unquestioning I can trust to give this love. I should. Unforeseen the Hand that caught, Restrained this trembling hand that sort, To slay this friend at Thy command, Bewildered at Love's harsh demand Now standing, knife still in my grip, Hands of strength restrain each wrist, Reach out and take a vice like hold. Unable to move within this arms enfold. Now looking up with tear-stained face, Bewilderment, now confusion in its place. Gazed up with clouded vision and saw, Love. His face filled with delight and soft, The gaze that met my eyes upon that mountain top. "My child, now I know thou lovest me. More, yes more, than ought of these. All thy dearest must come to this place, And to my hands surrender to take." Every road of hope, desire, leads up to Calvary's hill. High and lofty visions too lead up this mountain, still. Here, all that is strongly claimed, Is brought and on the altar lain. Not the things we care not for, But all the things we love, adore. To own, surrender not; to keep, Will only cause our hearts to weep, Distract when disappointment,need, Cause us to reel like boats on drunken sea. Things of earth will move, Our trust in earthly things do prove. Merciful the Hand that takes away, Then lends to us from day to day. And meters out what's best and perfect, The gifts we gave Him yesterday. But still it hurts to lay all down, To gaze upon a lover bound. Not knowing if this time I must, Goodbye this precious friend, and trust, My God knows best, And in Him rest. O how hard it is to die! In Him to dwell though crucified. Yet clinging tight to Calvary's love. We hear, "All is well" from heaven above. To slay or to keep, all things work for good. Why should I fret? Why should I weep? For look, Love is here.
  10. My Anchor Holds Where troubled sea and billow form, There is a Rock within thy storm. When lovers fall as each new tear, The moments taken and stolen years, There is a cleft below thy waves, A love secure with each new day. When upon life's changing waves, We fear our ship might drift away, An anchor is caste behind thy bow, So little, and no strength. But now, It sinks below a mighty storm, Tossing,betrayal, weariness formed. And finds its rest within a cleft, This riven Rock, and there to rest. Faith,like lonely little anchors. Caste, But knows this Rock to hold them fast. 'Tis not to fear what strength of faith, But What it grips, this Rock of grace. My anchor holds! These, our ships upon life's sea, Toss and mourn our sorrows to be freed. But rest is found when through the storm, We come. And night, it flees our breaking dawn. Sorrow endures, but for a night, And joy, it comes with each new light. And sweetly from the ground there springs, New flowers our God will kindly bring. As mournful sparrow upon the ground, Bereft of song and happy sounds, Thy God will see then gently bring, And heal thy songbird's broken wing. Here my cry O God; attend unto my prayer. From the ends of the earth will I cry unto thee. When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me, To the rock that is higher than I. L.J.W
  11. Deliver Us, O Lord Deliver us, O Lord, from the snare of the fowler, And silence every noisome pestilence. Quench each fiery dart and take us hence, To deeper rest from hour to hour. Deliver us from fleshly strivings, The torment of our restless souls, That drives away our peace in God, And leaves a soldier's sense of numbing. Deliver us from hardened hearts, That prides a stoic creed, That numbly fights and numbly bleeds, Away each Spirit's sense of love. We would with Thee within the fight, Rest within Thy Spirit, Lord Jesus. Strength to soften, not to harden, The heart that numbed through human might. We would with Thee within the yoke, Tread each mile patiently, And never there assume to be, Some mighty force by will envoked. The wrath of man no righteousness envoked, Though heaped the proof of words upon words. Icy truth precisely incurred, Upon the heart that wept and broke. Keep us in Thy love, Lord Jesus, Mingle truth and mercy there, For our hearts, they proudly dared, To fight for truth in carnal fever. Teach us the mystery of resting fight, Thy tender Spirit in our hearts, That softens every numbing part, And turns to rest our bitter might. L.J.W
  12. Hi Everyone, New poetry book release by an Australian IB pastor's daughter (me). I trust it might be a blessing to some. It is available on Amazon (link below), Balboa Press etc. etc. https://www.amazon.com/Hearts-Ache-Lydia-J-Western-ebook/dp/B0859B93ZP/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=heart's+ache+lydia+j+western&qid=1590141794&sr=8-1 God bless, Lydia Western
  13. When Jesus says, “And they shall look upon me whom they have pierced,” is he talking to Christians or to that particular group of people living between the walls of Jerusalem across from the Mt. of Olives? Second question. If the people he’s referring to are that particular group living between those four walls, then is that the same group that the Russian/Muslim invasion is going to march against and then God will destroy 1/6 of their armies and “in that day shall all Israel be saved, and they shall know that I am the Lord”? Because if those people (whoever they are) between those four walls are saved then please WHO are the people standing at the base of the Mt of Olives when Jesus appears who had pierced him? Presumably the last lot living between those four walls got Raptured because they all got saved before the mid-rapture.
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