Karen lives in Youngsville, Louisiana and is an elder at Believers Family Worship Center in New Iberia, LA. She has been described as one whose life in the Spirit manifests in prophetic praying, songs, utterances, and writings. Karen dearly loves the Presence of the Lord and enjoys communicating the heart of the Father as He leads. She loves cheering people on to fulfill the call of God upon their lives wherever that may be.
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Hold On! A Word by – Karen C. Jones
Karen C. Jones
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“Hold on, Sis Sandus! Hold on!” the old preacher cried loudly almost every Sunday as he directed his words to my sister. Her name is actually Sandra by the way. As a teenager sitting in the choir not quite 25-30 feet away, I always wondered why number one, he didn’t get her name right as she was the church’s organist and number two, why he ended up just about all his sermons with “Hold On!” And, for good measure, he’d include my sister in his quite expressive proclamations of “Hold on Sis Sandus! Hold on!” after most of his sermons. However, I did know he was ending his sermon when I heard that though. But, I digress.
Now many, many years later, I’m hearing that old preacher who has now gone on to his reward cry out, “Hold on Sis Sandus! Hold on!” Though, she must have heard something too to yield to the call of the Lord on her life and the trials she would one day face as she now is my Pastor as well as my sister. So, Sis Sandus is still yet holding on. But as I hear him call her name, I, instead, hear my name as he pleads with the parishioners to ‘Hold on!” I dare say in times like these, I am sure you can hear your name too.
I feel so strongly the weight and pressures of life bearing down on the souls of the Lord’s people very heavily. It seems like if it’s not one thing, it’s another as the saying goes. Then that sweet, familiar voice so tender and lovingly, spoke to me saying,
“I am not going to allow you to be broken beyond repair. I will not allow you to be bent where you cannot rise up. I see you just as surely as I looked upon the woman who was bowed down for eighteen years. It was time for her to rise up. It was time for her broken spirit to be healed. Know I see your broken and bent mind, heart, body and place. Know that I see you. Hold on. I am coming to lift you. I am coming to raise your bowed down head. I am coming with healing in My wings just for you. There is a day coming for you called “Better”. Does not My Blood cry out this very thing for you? It cries for better in your life. Hold on, Precious One. I am here for you.”
My Friend, this season may have been an extremely long one full of darkness, discouragement and despair. But this is also a season of light, joy and hope. Hold on to His mercy. Hold on to His promises to you. Hold on to faith that is the evidence, the proof that what you are hoping for will come to pass. Hold on to His love that will deliver you.
Now, in your imagination, sit in that pew in the country church where I was. You may have tears streaming down your face. You may be shaking your head as yet another thing has come against you and you just have no more words to say. There’s a Divine Someone sitting right next to you. He has your hand in His. The old preacher cries out loudly again, “Hold on Sis Sandus! Hold on!” But it’s not Sis Sandus’ name this time that is ringing out in that church. It’s yours. And your loving Savior is right there nodding in agreement with the old preacher. “Hold on, My Love. Hold on!” He whispers in your ear.
“My deep need calls out to the deep kindness of your love. Your waterfall of weeping sent waves of sorrow over my soul, carrying me away, cascading over me like a thundering cataract. Yet all day long God’s promises of love pour over me. Through the night I sing his songs, for my prayer to God has become my life. So I say to my soul, “Don’t be discouraged. Don’t be disturbed. For I know my God will break through for me.” Then I’ll have plenty of reasons to praise him all over again. Yes, living before his face is my saving grace!”
Psalm 42:7-8,11 – TPT
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