Tammie Head

A Simple Thanksgiving Prayer and Psalm

Today is Thanksgiving, Lord

Would You drench us in Your love?


Amidst turkey, dressing, and family ties

Would You drench us in Your love?


Pondering on this day of "Thanks."

Would You drench us in Your love?


Looking forward and glancing back

Would You drench us in Your love?


Some are here while others are not.

Would You drench us in Your love?


Today we come, hearts bound to praise

Would You drench us in Your love?


While laughing rings, our stressors flee

Would You drench us in Your love?


For none are Worthy like You O' Lord

Thanks for drenching us in Your love.




Psalm 103, Bless the Lord, O My Soul


 Bless the Lord, O my soul,

and all that is within me,

bless his holy name!

 Bless the Lord, O my soul,

and forget not all his benefits,

 who forgives all your iniquity,

who heals all your diseases,

 who redeems your life from the pit,

who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy,

 who satisfies you with good

so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.

 The Lord works righteousness

and justice for all who are oppressed.

 He made known his ways to Moses,

his acts to the people of Israel.

 The Lord is merciful and gracious,

slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.

 He will not always chide,

nor will he keep his anger forever.

 He does not deal with us according to our sins,

nor repay us according to our iniquities.

 For as high as the heavens are above the earth,

so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him;

 as far as the east is from the west,

so far does he remove our transgressions from us.

 As a father shows compassion to his children,

so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear him.

 For he knows our frame;

he remembers that we are dust.

 As for man, his days are like grass;

he flourishes like a flower of the field;

 for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,

and its place knows it no more.

 But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting

on those who fear him,

and his righteousness to children's children,

 to those who keep his covenant

and remember to do his commandments.

 The Lord has established his throne in the heavens,

and his kingdom rules over all.

 Bless the Lord, O you his angels,

you mighty ones who do his word,

obeying the voice of his word!

 Bless the Lord, all his hosts,

his ministers, who do his will!

 Bless the Lord, all his works,

in all places of his dominion.

 Bless the Lord, O my soul

I Will Not Be Silent Anymore

Beth Moore wrote a blog this week inviting us to join her in prayer. She is asking for God to rain down revival on us. I nearly trembled in tears reading her post. I want it so badly. Many do. I’ve seen the hunger in people firsthand from the North, South, East and West. People are as thirsty for God everywhere I have been privileged to go and speak. They are begging God for more of His presence. More of His power. More of His life pulsating in our bones. We are tired of resources, and methods. WE WANT GOD! We are looking up at the heavens and calling out to the God who was, and is, and is to come. The God who is able to do immeasurably more than all we can ask. The God who opens blind eyes and causes us to see. The God who resurrects the dead. The God who speaks and demons flee. The God who redeems lives from the pit. The God who pulls us out of darkness and defeat and sets our feet on firm, solid ground. The God who has chosen us and calls us His very own. The God who is unrivaled in power and splendor and majesty. The God whose love never ceases to flow.  The God who heals our tormented minds and makes them whole again. The God who shakes us free from the shackles of sin…

I have known this God.

He has performed wonders and miracles in my day… in my very own life.  I have been rescued from utter darkness, and brought into His marvelous light and healing love.   I was born to a teen mother, she was 15 years old.  I grew up not knowing my father.  My stepfather was not a nice man.  I was verbally, physically, emotionally, sexually abused my entire childhood.   I turned to drugs before I was even 10 years of age.  I dropped out of school in 9th grade.  I married at 15 years of age and left 6 months later.  I lived just shy of the streets.  At a lady’s offer for help, I found myself right in the middle of Houston’s sex trade industry.  And it was there God found me.

I have not shared this part of my story with many people. Mostly because I was afraid.  Afraid of what some people in the church would think of me. Afraid of what some people in the church would say about me.  I know my story is messy. But we live in perilous times.  And we live amongst a hurting and dying people. They need to see people who have been set free! And I will not stay silent anymore. We overcome the enemy by the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony. And what I can attest to is this: God is not limited by any amount of darkness or personal bondage.  I, for one, never should have made it out.  But God who is rich in love and abounding in mercy and grace and forgiveness and compassion – He saved me!

And if He’s saved you, do people know?

I sense God is calling His bride to rise up in all her gloriousness, to be a shining light against the darkness in this world, to testify of what we have seen of His great love that saves, heals, and frees. It is past time for the bride to break out of her captivity, by bending down on her knees and calling on Her Redeemer and Savior and Rescuer to raise her back onto her feet in wholeness and beauty and purity. That she would be the gorgeous radiant bride that her Groom has called her to be.  Not afraid to look in the mirror. Not afraid to wear her white dress. Nor does she flinch when His eyes lock hers. She has dropped all of her guards.  His love has rushed in.  Her ring is worn proudly.  She wants all to see.  Yes she is taken! And He is enthralled with her beauty! He has invited her to dance to the dance of celebratory praise. He has captured her affections and she is full of joy—joy of being His.

The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come!”

Lord, I join in Beth’s prayer by saying, “Come Lord Jesus, rain down revival upon us, upon our land! You are Who we want! You are Who we need! We give ourselves wholeheartedly unto Thee. Please do not pass us by!  Lord, do not pass me by!”

Can Jesus Handle My Pain? (*Read supporting comment.)

https://vimeo.com/52365130 * To save myself any comments or letters, here is what I meant by my Gospel comment:

1. What I am referencing is "high" and "lofty" theological explanations of the Gospel with religious words and phrases the lost do not understand.

2. I am certainly not talking about the basic Gospel message or God's redemptive narrative.