I Will See Those Mountains Move (song series)

The year 2020...oh how you have tested us! We’ve seen our ugly side. We’ve seen our hopeful side. We’ve seen our broken side. We’ve seen our triumphant side. From Covid-19, quarantines, shutdowns, hurricanes, and wildfires, to riots, political/social unrest, and election fraud. 

This year has been a trial on our faith.

How have we fared? We are either closer to Christ or we have fallen away. Either way this year has changed us. It isn’t even over yet and we again brace for whatever else will be thrown before us.

The groanings of the earth are growing louder...can you hear it?

“For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.” 

Romans 8:22-23

The evil in this world is growing stronger...can you sense it?

“But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God.”

2 Timothy 3: 1-4

One thing is certain, however. God almighty is still on His throne, still in control and still as good as He ever was. Are you resting in Him today, friend? He performs miracles everyday. He rules the winds and the sea, He moves mountains! 

I believe it and I believe that I will see it.

“He said to them, “Because of your little faith. For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17:20

Even with the faith of a mustard seed, whatever giant is in front of you today...pray! 

The ground is beginning to shift...do you feel it?

We will see those mountains move! 

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I Will See Those Mountains Move

Becki J Buescher

You call me deeper

into the fearful places, I go, I go

I will wait, I will believe

fighting battles on my knees, on my knees

I must trust You and let go

You go before me when I cannot see

And guard my back from all my enemies

With Hope for tomorrow and grace for today

Find me near, compel my fear, 

to only fear You, only fear You

I must trust You and let go

When the rocks begin to crumble 

and the earth begins to shake

The impossible arises and all doubts erode away

If a mustard seed of faith is all that I have to prove

I will see those mountains move

I will see those mountains move

The Hospital (Guatemala series)

I had recently returned from my mission trip to Tactic, Guatemala (Impact Ministries) with a team from Harvest Bible Chapel in Davenport. It was an amazing experience that will be hard to truly describe and it has and will continue to take me a while to process.  I did want to record a few of the experiences and share where I was truly challenged, convicted, and moved.  I wrote about four topics that I will post within the next week or so, in order for you to have a glimpse of what God showed me and how I was compelled.

PART 4

The Hospital

He heals the brokenhearted

and binds up their wounds.

He determines the number of the stars;

he gives to all of them their names.

Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;

his understanding is beyond measure.

Psalm 147:3-4

Feelings of apprehension were hard to ignore as we entered the Guatemalan public hospital. We were not sure what we would face, or how we would cope with what lie in those hospital beds. We came equipped with stuffed animals “stuffies" and offered prayers for those little ones in need. 

Crowded together is small bays were numbers of beds, each holding a precious child, placed next to a plastic lawn chair allowing parents or caretakers to sit beside them.  Some families had been there for weeks, exhausted not only from lack of sleep but wondering when and if their child will be able to return home. 

Each bed we approached held a small child, one who God loved dearly, but they lie in wait.  They waited to be attended to, they waited for surgery, they waited for relief, they waited for healing. Each child reminded me of my own and it broke my heart.  It was so difficult to hold back tears as I saw each one through the eyes of Christ. These are His children. It was hard not to have a feeling of defeat or sadness.  But we know the ultimate healer.  

We prayed through translators for each one, many smiled, some cried.  All were moved, not by us, but by the power of the Holy Spirit. We then place a small stuffed animal in the hands of these little patients, to bring some physical comfort and joy.  We may never know what happens to all those children, but we can trust in the Almighty who loves them more than we will ever know and cares for each one with grace and love. May we also pray fervently for their future, may they all become warriors for Christ.

The Blessings of Hospitality (Guatemala series)

I had recently returned from my mission trip to Tactic, Guatemala (Impact Ministries) with a team from Harvest Bible Chapel in Davenport. It was an amazing experience that will be hard to truly describe and it has and will continue to take me a while to process.  I did want to record a few of the experiences and share where I was challenged, convicted, and moved.  I wrote about four topics that I will post within the next week or so, in order for you to have a glimpse of what God showed me and how I was compelled.

PART 3

The Blessings of Hospitality

Hebrews 13:16

Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.

Almost thirty of us crowded through the gate as we entered the humble family’s home.  We were invited to not only dine with these gracious hosts but to be blessed by their company and love.  We were made, with care, copious amounts of delicious Guatemalan foods, and rich hot cocoa.  We were not only served but taught the traditions of how the food was made and had a chance to attempt the art of tortilla making for ourselves.  We laughed as many of us failed miserably in making that perfect tortilla.  Our hosts were sweet, patient and so gracious to us as we all talked, laughed, and ate.  

Though they had more than most in their community, they were certainly in need.  Nevertheless, they offered all they had to make us feel welcomed and blessed.  It made us feel so humbled to be cared for so deeply.  We were able to pray over the family, and they in return gave tremendous words of blessing back to us, even their young daughter offered up beautiful thanks as well.  

We all left their home, full not only from the remarkable food, but from the love they shared, giving what they had.  They were grateful for the community.  We were grateful to be blessed and loved on by their generosity.

I so often am convicted about how many times I fail to open my home to others.  I fail to invite, to serve, and to be a blessing.  I have more than enough to supply, yet my insecurities and inadequacies tend to reign and I worry more about myself than those that need to be blessed.  I worry about the clutter.  I worry that my house isn’t as big or as nice as it should be to make people feel welcome.  I worry my food will be inadequate, bland or not be satisfying.  When it comes down to it, my focus isn’t on others, or what God calls me to do, it is on myself.  I recognize now how much time I’ve wasted on the “not good enough” thoughts that I have missed tremendous opportunities to serve and be blessed by blessing others.  I pray that I will be bold to invite more people into my messy world, and show that I care, and love them, and not be consumed with the insufficiencies of what I have. It is not about the material things I have to offer, it is about the experience of caring and loving on others.

1 Peter 4:8-10

Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins. Show hospitality to one another without grumbling. As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God's varied grace.

The Sinkhole (Guatemala series)

I had recently returned from my mission trip to Tactic, Guatemala (Impact Ministries) with a team from Harvest Bible Chapel in Davenport. It was an amazing experience that will be hard to truly describe and it has and will continue to take me a while to process.  I did want to record a few of the experiences and share where I was truly challenged, convicted, and moved.  I wrote about four topics that I will post within the next week or so, in order for you to have a glimpse of what God showed me and how I was compelled.

PART 2

The Sinkhole

John 1:5 

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

We were taken to a large cave at the end of steep climb. They called it a sinkhole, and it held a lot of history and spiritual darkness. From the top it looked daunting and proved treacherous as we descended down the narrow and muddy trail reaching into its depths.  It was dim and damp, with the aroma of burnt earth and charred debris.  There were scatterings of fire pits, with candle wax residuals that were once burning.  The feeling of heaviness was palpable but paled in comparison to the lies and deception that the people who journeyed down here were faced. 

They were huddled around the fire, performing a ceremony that called out to the darkness for help.

Many hired witch doctors, with money they didn’t have, selling off what they barely owned to have these men and women perform rituals of blessings, curses, and to help those in need.  This is the only solution these people know.  This is the only way they know.  Their fear compels them, and history repeats itself.

But we know better.  We know the Light in the darkness.  We know who has come to save.  We know the grace and forgiveness that is offered to us without performing rituals or hiring someone to interceded for us.  Those who call on the name of Jesus are gifted with the Intercessor, and He is free. The Holy Spirit indwells, Jesus our Savior died and rose again so that we may have life, and life abundantly.

No matter where we stood in that sinkhole, the light shown in from above.  And we know in scripture that His light will prevail.  Light will find the darkness.  We can never outrun it. We can never hide from it.  Our Lord God is the Victor, and ever knee will bow and every tongue will confess that He is Lord.  So, let's proclaim it now, interrupting the dark traditions, disrupting a broken heritage of evil. Let our light shine in the dark places…and never be fearful, but equipped with the power and might of the great name of Jesus Christ, with surrender in our hearts and worship on our lips.

Matthew 5: 14-16

You are the light of the world…let your light shine before others so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.


*Special thanks to Dennis Wandera for some of these photos

The Joy of Worship (Guatemala series)

I had recently returned from a mission trip to Tactic, Guatemala (Impact Ministries) with a team from Harvest Bible Chapel in Davenport. It was an amazing experience that will be hard to truly describe and it has and will continue to take me a while to process.  I did want to record a few of the experiences and share where I was truly challenged, convicted, and moved.  I wrote about four topics that I will post within the next week or so, in order for you to have a glimpse of what God showed me and how I was compelled.

PART 1 of 4

The Joy of Worship

Psalm 100 

Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth!

    Serve the Lord with gladness!

    Come into his presence with singing!

Though we didn’t understand all the words that were being lifted up in that small Guatemalan school, we knew God was being glorified.  Passion filled the room and even the youngest of worshippers were lifting their hands in praise and shouting out their own words of adoration.  They knew who their Maker was, they were giving Him all they had.  Some had little of monetary value. All had Christ which made them rich.

I often underestimate a child’s ability to know their Savior, to choose to worship. Those that sing, do so not to mimic or follow the crowd, but because they genuinely crave it.  They feel the effects of connecting with their Heavenly Father.  It brings joy. It brings peace. It brings hope.  It brings me to my knees with conviction.  I am a worship leader and I am humbled by the purity of their hearts as they worship without care of how they look, how they sound, or how they are perceived.  My heart is full as I watch and fervently pray for that same passion not only for my children, but for myself.  God will always be worshiped, and it is my joy to be one of His worshippers.

Psalm 86:9-10

All the nations you have made 

shall come and worship 

before you, O Lord,

    and shall glorify your name.

For you are great 

and do wondrous things;

    you alone are God.

*Photo's taken by Kim Lake

You will always be (song series)

My third, and probably last, baby just turned two last month and it has become such a reminder how the days pass by way too fast.  As he grows, as well as my older two kids, I am acutely aware that I am approaching the “lasts” of some of their milestones.  Granted, I am certainly overjoyed by the new achievements and more independence that they have found but I am realizing the “baby stage” is quickly disappearing.  Before I know it, like all mothers (and grandmothers) remind us so often, soon our kids will be off to school, college, and married off with their own kids.  It is but a blink away.

I wrote this song through tears because it wrecked me as a mommy. It broke me because it shed light on how time fades and passes quickly.  Babies become grown before I am ready or even aware.

 So mommies and daddies of littles, let us remember to rest in joy during those young years. Though we may face each day without adequate sleep, with a sink overloaded with dishes, cluttered floors, and an undone to do list, these times are so precious. Our children will forever be our babies no matter how fast they age.  I don’t want to rush another minute.

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You will always be

Becki J Buescher

Piano and mix by Robert Geiger

It may be the last time you cry for me

The last head upon my chest as you’re drifting off to sleep

And maybe when there’s less a need for me

You still will always see I was your first love

For you will always be my baby

Yes you will always be my baby

I love to watch to grow as you do things on your own

To see the laughter fill your eyes will joy and life

When the hard days come to me you’ll run

My heart can’t help but break when yours is broken.

Don’t you ever doubt how incredible you are

How much you are loved and treasured in my heart

God has made you brave, so keep trusting as I pray

That you cling to the One who holds me too

When your hand slips from mine into another’s

To have and to hold in love forever

In joy I’ll watch you go and form a family of your own

Yet a part of you remains within my heart

Beautiful Surrender (Song Series)

But he was pierced for our transgressions;

he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,

and with his wounds we are healed.

Isaiah 53:5

We all fear losing control, let alone choosing to let go of the control. When we give up we say we surrender. Many see it as a negative, weak response. We must have lacked will or strength. But what if we look at surrender as gaining life instead of losing it?

Surrender no longer becomes a white flag… it becomes a white heart. It becomes a heart that is ready to release all the ill attempts of perfecting ourselves, on our own strength. It becomes a heart that is given over to the One who knows us better than we know ourselves.

His wounds have already been made. He has already been pierced and crushed. Healing is waiting. Peace is waiting. Our surrender is waiting.

The sacrifice has been made, the offer is waiting…what will you decide?

I will go a step further. True surrender goes beyond our “Ok, Jesus, here’s my life, make it awesome.” If we surrender to Christ to see what we get out of it…it is NOT surrender.  He gave Himself up for us.  We give up of ourselves for the Glory of Him and His Kingdom.  That doesn’t mean unicorns and rainbows much of the time.  The Christian walk is not easy, but we know the reward lies beyond. It lies beyond ourselves, and beyond this life.  The desires of our hearts change to match His.  Then, there becomes, no other result, other than beauty, grace, peace, joy, etc.  None of these are circumstantial.  They are known when we live within the arms of our Father, seeking His will - living for His Glory.

"I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me.
Galations 2:20

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Beautiful Surrender

Becki J Buescher

When I can’t speak

When I can’t see beyond me

What do You see?

When I am broken

Could these wounded pieces of me

Bring you glory?

I fall down at your feet

Lord I’m ready

Pour me out

In this beautiful surrender

A picture of grace

When my knees are on the ground

And tears are on my face

as I let go, You raise me up

up from the grave to glory

In this beautiful surrender

How far could I run

How far could I go where you can’t meet me

With your mercy

Your love is unending

Forever pursuing

To heal me, perfectly