Thoughts from Randy Phillips

Greetings in the name of our LORD and Savior Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God which taketh away the sin of the world, our Redeemer, and soon coming King!

We’re glad you’ve visited our blog and pray that the LORD will encourage you in some way by it, to “walk worthy of the LORD unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work to do His will.” (Col. 1:10)

For many years my father has seen from the word of God, the importance of recording the LORD’s dealings with him, noting in ink the trials and circumstances that often surrounded him, the truth that the LORD gave in His word to calm his doubts and fears, and ultimately how the LORD was faithful to His word in the end. He has taken to heart the command, “Write this for a memorial in a book and rehearse it…” (Ex. 17:14) His goal has been to keep a record of how “He is faithful that promised,” in order to declare to his generation, and many generations to come, the mighty acts of the Lord and His goodness toward the children of men!


On this blog, you will have what I believe to be the privilege of reading many of these journal entries, some as far as 25 years ago while others are more recent. Each stand as “memorials” to the LORD’s faithfulness, and look into the heart of a man, a mere sinner saved by the blood of the Lamb made accessible to him by grace through faith, who in his frailty and great need, called upon the name of the LORD and found His word to be true.

As his daughter, working through his old quiet time notebooks that are weathered, torn, and duct taped, several of which are older then I am, I find myself overwhelmed by the LORD’s mercy shown to my father, and the simple truths that enlightened his path, guided his foot steps in such simple, practical ways, and that have been a shield to him from the snares of our adversary, the devil. These simple truths I not only heard him teach us as his children growing up, but continue to witness his example as he lives them out on a daily basis. My father is far from perfect, but he believed the words to be true that our Savior uses the “…foolish things of the world to confound the wise, the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty…” (1Cor.1:26-31) Therefore, daddy’s weaknesses made him a candidate to do the LORD’s work, a vessel in need of being broken and sanctified that he might be found fit for the Master’s use. You will witness in these journal entries, the wrestlings my father had with God as did Jacob with the angel, and the joy and peace of God that surpasses all understanding that followed after.

This blog isn’t about Randy Phillips….but about the God that has been faithful to him!
Our prayer for it is that you would be stimulated to seek the LORD more earnestly and be encouraged to trust Him more fully as you witness how He showed Himself strong on behalf of the heart that was perfect toward him, and how His faithful word of promise is true! “The word of the LORD is proved….” (Ps.18:30) We ask that the LORD make this simple truth evident to each who reads this blog and strengthens their faith to be “fully persuaded, unwavering, knowing that what He promised He is able also to perform!”

And if, dear reader, you do not know God or even doubt His existence as you read this, we pray that the testimony of this man’s life would help you along your way to understand that the God of the Bible is the only God, the true God, Who sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to be the Savior of the world. We pray you come to a saving knowledge of Christ, understanding, “that to him that worketh not but believeth on Him that justifies the ungodly, his faith is counted for righteousness.” (Rom.4:5)

Because He lives, Joy Phillips

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