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 Posted May 15th, 2010 12:03 PM   IP              

A Place for Me

There is a special place in life,
That needs my humble skill,
A certain Job I'm meant to do,
Which no one else can fulfill.

The time will be demanding,
And the pay is not too good
And yet I wouldn't change it
for a moment -- even if I could.

There is a special place in life,
A Goal I must attain,
A dream that I must follow,
Because I won't be back again.
There is a mark that I must leave,
However small it seems to be,
A legacy of love for those
Who follow after me.

There is a special place in life,
That only I may share,
A little path that bears my name,
Awaiting me somewhere.
There is a hand that I must hold,
A word that I must say,
A smile that I must give,
For there are tears to blow away.

There is a special place in life
That I was meant to fill,
A sunny spot where flowers grow,
Upon a windy hill.
There's always a tomorrow and the best is yet to be,
And somewhere in this world,
I know there is a place for me!


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 Posted May 16th, 2010 01:20 PM   IP              
Where there is faith

I believe the Lord gave me this to me a year or so ago when I was going through a very difficult time and was feeling very isolated and trapped. I wrote it on a yellow "stickum" and put it on my computer to see all day at work. Other people have copied it down for their own reference. Maybe you will find it encouraging, too.

Where there is faith in God, there is hope.
Where there is hope, there is peace.
Where there is peace, there is FREEDOM.

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 Posted May 17th, 2010 01:18 PM   IP              
So Little Time

So little time to say the things
You'd really like to say -
Before you even find the words,
The time just slips away.

So little time to do the things
You feel that you must do.
So treasure, like the purest gold,
The time God's given you.

So little time to dream your dreams,
For youth has passed its prime,
And all too soon you realize
That there's ... so little time.

So little time to reach the height
To which you're bound to climb,
For swiftly pass the waning years,
And there's ... so little time.

So little time to pass regrets,
And less, to make amends,
Yet God can heal the deepest wounds
In chosen, cherished friends.

So little time to share God's love
And beauty here on earth,
And know, before His endless time,
Their meaning and true worth.

Oh, yes, there is so little time
To seek the hidden door
That opens up to heaven's time,
Where time's forevermore.


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 Posted May 18th, 2010 01:31 PM   IP              

Here is a true story about a nine year old boy who lived in a rural town in Tennessee.

His house was in a poor area of the community. A church had a bus ministry that came knocking on his door one Saturday afternoon. The kid came to answer the door and greeted the bus pastor. The bus pastor asked if his parents were home, and the small boy told him that his parents take off every weekend and leave him at home to take care of his little brother. The bus pastor couldn't believe what the kid said and asked him to repeat it. The youngster gave the same answer, and the bus pastor asked to come in and talk with him. They went into the living room and sat down on an old couch with the foam and springs exposed. The bus pastor asked the kid, "Where do you go to church?" The young boy surprised the visitor by replying, "I've never been to church in my whole life." The bus pastor thought to himself about the fact that his church was less than three miles from the child's house. "Are you sure you have never been to church?" he asked again. "I sure haven't," came his answer. Then the bus pastor said, "Well, son, more important than going to church, have you ever heard the greatest love story ever told?", and then proceeded to share the Gospel with this little nine year old boy. The young lad's heart began to be tenderized, and at the end of the bus pastor's story, the bus pastor asked if the boy wanted to receive this free gift from God. The youngster exclaimed, "You bet!" The kid and the bus pastor got on their knees and the lad invited Jesus into his little heart and received the free gift of salvation. They both stood up and the bus pastor asked if he could pick the kid up for church the next morning. "Sure," the nine year old replied.

The bus pastor got to the house early the next morning and found the lights off. He let himself in, snaked his way through the house, and found the little boy asleep in his bed. He woke up the little boy and his brother and helped get them dressed. They got on the bus and ate a donut for breakfast on their way to church. Keep in mind that this boy had never been to church before. The church was a real big one. The little kid just sat there, clueless of what was going on.

A few minutes into the service, these tall unhappy guys walked down to the front and picked up some wooden plates. One of the men prayed and the kid, with utter fascination, watched them walk up and down the aisles. He still didn't know what was going on. All of a sudden, like a bolt of lightning, it hit the kid what was taking place. These people must be giving money to Jesus. He then reflected on the free gift of life he had received just twenty-four hours earlier. He immediately searched his pockets, front and back, and couldn't find a thing to give Jesus. By this time the offering plate was being passed down his aisle and, with a broken heart, he just grabbed the plate and held on to it. He finally let go and watched it pass on down the aisle. He turned around to see it passed down the aisle behind him. And then his eyes remained glued on the plate as it was passed back and forth, all the way to the rear of the sanctuary.

Then he had an idea. This little nine year old boy, in front of God and everybody, got up out of his seat. He walked about eight rows back, grabbed the usher by the coat and asked to hold the plate one more time. Then he did the most astounding thing I have ever heard of. He took the plate, sat it on the carpeted church floor and stepped into the center of it. As he stood there, he lifted his little head up and said, "Jesus, I don't have anything to give you today, but just me. I give you me!"


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 Posted May 19th, 2010 01:42 PM   IP              
Cry of the Dove

High above the smoldering ash, the morning Dove looks on.
The carnage of a battle field in the early light of dawn.

The battle of the earlier day, raged long into the night.
While signs of armies once engaged, now hidden out of sight.

It was a battle both would claim, was waged for what was right.
It was a fight that both would say, was fought with righteous might.

This was a war of differences, in values and of men.
Both sides said they're way was right and neither one would bend.

Still the Morning Dove was heard to cry above the reddened plains.
"How different can these brothers be, when their blood stains all the same?"

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 Posted May 20th, 2010 12:25 PM   IP              
The Loaf of Bread

Just a humble loaf of bread,
But 'twas once a bowl of paste,
Which, if I left in that condition
Would have surely gone to waste.
But, when kneaded, it was changed
Into something good to eat.
By some kind and loving hands
And an interval of heat.
We, like that loaf of bread,
Must be "needed" to become
What the Lord desires of us
Ere we return back home.
But we cannot "Need ourselves"
We must all serve one another
With kind and loving hands,
Just like our elder Brother,
So that when we are subjected
To that interval of heat,
We'll be like the loaf of bread;
Warm and smooth, and smelling sweet

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 Posted May 21st, 2010 01:11 PM   IP              
Recipe for Revenge
by Connie Hinnen Cook

Whip me to a lather
with your sour sarcastic tone,
slice and dice me with your words
that crush me like a stone.

Spread acidic slander
as you cut me down to size,
sprinkle bitter rumors
and then garnish that with lies.

Mix in cups of salty tears
of things better unsaid,
pour in rancid memories
from things long buried, dead.

Dish it out while it is hot
as hot as you can make it,
now I know the recipe
let's see if you can take it.

~ Connie ~

Beloved, never avenge yourselves,
but leave it to the wrath of God;
for it is written,
"Vengeance is Mine,
I will repay,
says the Lord."
(Romans 12:19 RSV)

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 Posted May 22nd, 2010 02:22 PM   IP              
Calling All Christians
by Connie Hinnen Cook

Say prayers for America, get down on your knees,
Turn now from your wanderings, turn off your TV's,
Open up your Bibles, see what's written there,
Then lift up America in fervent holy prayer.

Say prayers for our President each and every day,
Pray God gives him wisdom as he goes on his way;
Ask the Lord to guide him, to show him what to do,
Pray that God upholds him and grants him strength anew.

Say prayers for each other, that each will seek God's face,
Then God, in His mercy, will grant our nation grace;
When we leave our evil, repent our wicked ways,
God will heal America, if every Christian prays.


"If My people,
which are called by My Name,
shall humble themselves,
and pray, and seek My face,
and turn from their wicked ways;
then will I hear from Heaven,
and will forgive their sin,
and will heal their land."
(II Chronicles 7:14 KJV)

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 Posted May 23rd, 2010 11:58 AM   IP              

A Riddle

What can stop the wind from blowing
where it wants to blow,
what can stop my heart from going
where it wants to go?
What can stop my loving you
forever and a day,
what can take God from my heart
and force me not to pray?

What is more than Jesus' love,
more awesome than His grace,
what is better than His joy
and what can take His place?
What if man were left alone
to save his sorry soul,
what could mankind do or say
to stop sin's final toll?

What's more vile than Satan's plan
to kill, steal and destroy,
what's more wicked than his dreams
for every girl and boy?
What could stop him triumphing
if Jesus turned His back,
what could block the devil's path
and thwart his next attack?

What do rich folks need more of
and don't have some to spare,
what do poor have plenty of,
in fact, more than their share?
And what, if stacked from end-to-end
could reach up to the sky,
and yet, if you ate all there was
then you would surely die!

The answer to this riddle,
as by now you've surely guessed,
is worthy of our worrying
until we're quite possessed...
It's what I'll make by writing this,
how much these words will bring:
it's Nothing, Nada, Zero, Zilch!
that's right ~ Not anything!!

~ Connie ~

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 Posted May 24th, 2010 02:20 PM   IP              
Thank You Lord ...

Lord, thank you for this sink of dirty dishes;
We have plenty of food to eat.

Thank you for this pile of dirty, stinky laundry;
We have plenty of nice clothes to wear.

And I would like to thank you, Lord, for those unmade beds;
They were so warm and comfortable last night.
I know that many have no bed.

My thanks to you, Lord, for this bathroom,
Complete with all the splattered mirrors, soggy, grimy towels and dirty lavatory;
They are so convenient.

Thank you for this finger-smudged refrigerator that needs defrosting so badly;
It has served us faithfully for many years.
It is full of cold drinks and enough leftovers for two or three meals.

Thank you, Lord, for this oven that absolutely must be cleaned today.
It has baked so many things over the years.

The whole family is grateful for that tall grass that needs mowing,
The lawn that needs raking;
We all enjoy the yard.

Thank you, Lord, even for that slamming screen door.
My kids are healthy and able to run and play.

Lord, the presence of all these chores awaiting me says
You have richly blessed my family.
I shall do them cheerfully and I shall do them gratefully.

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 Posted May 25th, 2010 12:02 PM   IP              

Be what you Love

"Let the beauty of what you love be what you do." -- Rumi

Let the beauty of what you love, be what you do
Let the beauty of your expression
Come pouring steadily through

Blessed are those who have found their work
To express their beauty through
Blessed those who know their worth
To keep on living true

Let the beauty of your heart
Take you where you need be
Let the beauty of your actions
Convey your mind with glee

What we love and what we do
Should be a hairsbreadth apart
Itís up to me and itís up to you
How we use our lifeís spark

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 Posted May 27th, 2010 12:12 PM   IP              
A Majority Of One
by Joyce M Bell

'He' gets my vote! Time, after time, after time...

A midst all difficulties...it's You

M any times...it's hard to see my way...but...I see You

A ll the voices of rebuke are silenced...when I see You

J aunts of momentary insanity expire...it's You

O ver and over again I trust...I come...to You

R esidue of the day fades...when I feel You

I nitiating a close encounter...it's You

T imeless bulwark...You

Y esterday, today and tomorrow...forever You

O ften...I'm surrendered...often not...still...it's You

F orthright intercessor and friend...it's You

O mnipresent and omniscient...You

N ot once could I deny...You

E ver...A Majority of One...Jesus...it's You

Matt 22:37

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 Posted May 28th, 2010 10:10 AM   IP              
The Victor

Poet: C.W. Longenecker
If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you donít
If you like to win but think you canít,
Itís almost a cinch you wonít.

If you think youíll lose, youíre lost.
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellowís will
Itís all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are.
Youíve got to think high to rise.
Youíve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win the prize.

Lifeís battles donít always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later, the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.

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 Posted May 29th, 2010 01:09 PM   IP              
by Donna Willoughby

(Inspired by Colossians 1:12-19)

It's not the mortar which holds this church together
But His love inside us for all humanity
No, it is not the roof above which protects us
But our faith in the Father of divinity

To know He is with us, walking through our despair
Reaching out to our loving God who's always there
To hear each voice sing praises to His name
And to find forgiveness, the reason why we came

We come to seek the truth in Jesus Christ!

It's not the programs or the projects that matter
But the serving of each other, which makes us whole
Sharing the joy of His spirit; His perfect grace
For what is a church, if not driven by His soul?

Yes, it is the hands reaching out to each other
And the blessed arms which support one another
It is the lips that serve His caring words today
For the ears that hear them, have cold hearts melted away

We come to share the truth in Jesus Christ!

No it's not concrete that is our one foundation
Nor the stain glass that is reflecting His true light
Our cornerstone the product of our precious faith
And it is our love for our Lord that's burning bright

A unity of people, praying for our world
A people of faith, believing in one Lord
Feeling His spirit at the table we revere
Then to tell the nations, "Our Savior is here!"

We come to live the truth in Jesus Christ!

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 Posted May 30th, 2010 11:55 AM   IP              
Today I Saw God
by Cindy Tuttle

I believe we can see God in very simple experiences as well as powerful situations

Today I saw the

light of love peeking

through the clouds

Today I heard a bank

teller act with patience

as she helped my mother

Today I heard a bird

singing the beginning of a new day

Today I saw many people smiling

as they communicated and their

goodness seemed to come through

Yes- today I saw God

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 Posted May 31st, 2010 12:54 PM   IP              

1. The Bible will still have all the answers.

2. Prayer will still work.

3. The Holy Spirit will still move.

4. God will still inhabit the praises of His people.

5. There will still be God-anointed preaching.

6. There will still be singing of praise to God.

7. God will still pour out blessings upon His people.

8. There will still be room at the Cross.

9. Jesus will still love you.

10. Jesus will still save the lost.



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 Posted June 1st, 2010 12:16 PM   IP              
My Strength Cometh

My strength cometh from the Lord;
and I walk ever so humbly by faith.
Though I am weak in fleshly appearance
by body Öand sometimes mind and body -
my spirit is strong. It is rooted deep in the
heavens of faith in that which I cannot see, but
know is there. I have stood in awe at the
representation of Godís love in natureÖdeep
within forests and atop views of mountains. With
certainty I have seen the simplicity and beauty of
Christís love manifested in the heart of
a friend and the laughter of childrenÖas beautiful as an
Easter Lilyís Bloom.

Robin Ferguson

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 Posted June 2nd, 2010 12:02 PM   IP              

A Touch Of Heaven
by Michael Lance Kersting

I felt at peace that bright summer day

As I lay in the shade of the big oak tree

Listening to the whispering of the quiet brook

Softly treading it's way to the wide open sea.

With the rustling of the leaves pushed by the soft summer breeze

whispering in my ear,

I watched in delight a delicate, golden winged butterfly

Flitting from Flower to flower in the cool open air

And my heart then opened to the might of the Creator and the

Everlasting beauty of His creations.in display

And felt a touch of Heaven on that soft floor of leaves that bright

Summer day.

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 Posted June 3rd, 2010 12:54 PM   IP              
A Warrior in Heaven
by Larry D Matthews

Ecclesiastes 1:18"For in much wisdom is much grief, and increase of knowledge is increase of sorrow."

Ecclesiastes 1:18"For in much wisdom is much grief, and increase of knowledge is increase of sorrow."


A Warrior in Heaven

I talked to him just last week

A friend for many years.

A loss that makes me weak

Respected by all his peers.

A friend I canít replace

A servant of the Lord.

In a moment of time and space

He fell on deathís awful sword.

Iím sad at his demise

Another of lifeís cruel twists

It should come as no surprise

As God goes down His List.

It was time to bring him home

Our loss our Saviourís gain.

Jrís familyís all alone

As they deal with the pain.

Grief we all must bear

As loved ones pass away

Although we shed a tear

God must have his way.

A warrior in Heaven

Is our Masters gain

At any time or season

He can send His Holy Train.

Have your ticket ready

Accepted from His Son.

My friend's faith was steady

His earthly battles won.

Luke April 7th 2010

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 Posted June 6th, 2010 07:30 PM   IP              
Touch the hand of GodÖ..
by Morning Star

These old arthritic wrinkle hands are filled with the

DNA of Life

And one day soon will soar through the clouds and

Reach the heavens and touch the

Hand of God

These hands were small and when I bent down to my knees at night my hands

Fold into prayer and asked God to let these hands learn to write

And these eyes to read, let my hands help me survive and as

They bloom eons pass, grasped pen to paper

Engraved each line

With the pain and sorrows and a few blissful memories time allowed

These hands to touch

These old wrinkle and swollen hands once caressed her newborn

Sons and daughters,

These old ugly hands cooked and scrubbed floors and taught children to

Fold their hands in prayer

ďOh how these old hands trembled and shook when they buried the only parent

In life, and folded into prayer when buried a spouse

These old wrinkle hands folded into prayer every night asking God

To sent an angel to this lonely soul and let it tasted true love

For the first time in her life

These old and clumsy hands have worn a symbol of love for

Twenty four years these hands have held her husband and

Wiped his lonely teardrops from his


These hands have held the hand of fake and true friendship

They have caressed once more a

New born son,

These old hands have worked its fingers to the bones

Keeping me alive, they feed and dressed me, fix childrenís cuts and bruises

Console them through storms of sorrow

These hands have been a blessing from God...

My hands are my survival tool they fold as one and pray

Since the first day I discovered my set of tiny hands

Now these hands are old arthritic wrinkle and weak

But theyíre filled with precious DNA of Past,

Present and future times of life

These old hands will soon soar to the heavens up above

And touch the hand of


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 Posted June 7th, 2010 02:28 PM   IP              
A Meaningful Life
by D. L. Vaineo

Being thankful. . .

I am thankful for still being here
There were times when I did not
Think I would be. ..
I am thankful for the people in my life
My family, friends, people I've met here
On authorsden
I am thankful for my health
I am thankful for all I have and all
That I have achieved
I have been blessed
One hundred fold

Bless All of You

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 Posted June 8th, 2010 01:16 PM   IP              

by May Riley Smith

somtime when all life's lessons have been learned
and sun and stars forever more have set
the things which our weak judgements here have spurned
the things o'er which we grieved with lashes wet
will flash before us out of life's dark night
as stars shine most in deeper tints of blue,
and we shall see how all God's plans were right
and how what seemed reproof was love most true.
then be content, poor heart
God's plans, like lillies pure and white unfold
we must not tear the close-shut leaves apart
Time will reveal the chalices of Gold
and if, through patient toil we reach the land
where tired feel with sandals loose may rest
where we shall clearly see and understand
I think that we will say "God knew the best"

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 Posted June 9th, 2010 01:11 PM   IP              
a poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes

"Man wants but little here below"

Little I ask; my wants are few;
I only wish a hut of stone,
(A very plain brown stone will do,)
That I may call my own;
And close at hand is such a one,
In yonder street that fronts the sun.

Plain food is quite enough for me;
Three courses are as good as ten;
If Nature can subsist on three,
Thank Heaven for three. Amen!
I always thought cold victual nice;
My choice would be vanilla-ice.

I care not much for gold or land;
Give me a mortgage here and there,
Some good bank-stock, some note of hand,
Or trifling railroad share,
I only ask that Fortune send
A little more than I shall spend.

Honors are silly toys, I know,
And titles are but empty names;
I would, perhaps, be Plenipo,
But only near St. James;
I'm very sure I should not care
To fill our Gubernator's chair.

Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin
To care for such unfruitful things;
One good-sized diamond in a pin,
Some, not so large, in rings,
A ruby, and a pearl, or so,
Will do for me; - I laugh at show.

My dame should dress in cheap attire;
(Good, heavy silks are never dear;)
I own perhaps I might desire
Some shawls of true Cashmere,
Some marrowy crapes of China silk,
Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk.

I would not have the horse I drive
So fast that folks must stop and stare;
An easy gait - two forty-five
Suits me; I do not care;
Perhaps, for just a single spurt,
Some seconds less would do no hurt.

Of pictures, I should like to own
Titians and Raphaels three or four,
I love so much their style and tone,
One Turner, and no more,
(A landscape, - foreground golden dirt,
The sunshine painted with a squirt.)

Of books but few, - some fifty score
For daily use, and bound for wear;
The rest upon an upper floor;
Some little luxury there
Of red morocco's gilded gleam
And vellum rich as country cream.

Busts, cameos, gems, such things as these,
Which others often show for pride,
I value for their power to please,
And selfish churls deride;
One Stradivarius, I confess,
Two Meerschaums, I would fain possess.

Wealth's wasteful tricks I will not learn,
Nor ape the glittering upstart fool;
Shall not carved tables serve my turn,
But all must be of buhl?
Give grasping pomp its double share,
I ask but one recumbent chair.

Thus humble let me live and die,
Nor long for Midas' golden touch;
If Heaven more generous gifts deny,
I shall not miss them much,
Too grateful for the blessing lent
Of simple tastes and mind content!

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 Posted June 10th, 2010 12:55 PM   IP              
Amazing Grace
by John Newton

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ'd!

Thro' many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promis'd good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call'd me here below,
Will be forever mine.

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 Posted June 11th, 2010 12:52 PM   IP              

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 Posted June 12th, 2010 12:16 PM   IP              
Whole Again

I tried so hard to walk beside you
But when I looked up, You were hardly in view.
It wasn't because You were walking too fast,
But I turned around and begin to look back.
At things I thought would quench my thirst,
I made them my gods, and put them first.
So once again I looked away,
But thank You Lord, You refused me to stray.
Wallering down in the pit of filth,
Your loving hand began to sift.
Through all my sin cleansing my soul,
Once again Lord, You've made me WHOLE.
Broken once, then broken again,
How faithful You are my God, my friend.
Searching my heart You only find sin,
But you knock like before and ask to come in.
As I slowly look up with tears in my eyes,
You assure me gently that I am Your child.
"But God not once, not twice, but everyday
My selfish heart wants things now, my own way."
"Patience and time, keep seeking me,
You'll grow my child, just trust and you'll see."
"But sin has filled my heart and its deep,
But you OH LORD make me strong when I'm weak."
Give me the strength of Job through the trials,
Give me the song of David as He looked to the skies.
Give me the faithfulness that Ruth had within,
Give me perserverance as Paul's, when people condemn.
Give me love as Hosea's for his unfaithful wife,
Give me forgiveness as You had when Peter denied.
So grab my hand, I don't want to let go,
I want to walk with you Lord, each day help me grow.
Redeeming love you've shown to me,
You've released me from sin, into Your arms I flee.
In Your hands I place all my cares,
Your peace surrounds me as I feel You there.
Your promises are faithful, Your covenant true,
You've brought me out of the pit Lord, and I am walking with You!!

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 Posted June 13th, 2010 01:06 PM   IP              
Real CHAMPIONS Get Up And Keep Going

When you fall, don't just lie there and cry. Get up and keep going.

Psalm 37:23-24 "The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way....Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the Lord upholdeth him with his hand."

I am not much of a sports' person; however, right now the Olympics 2010 is on. It has been very interesting watching it on T.V. Because it is being held in CANADA, in the Vancouver area--only miles from where we live--it is especially exciting to see so many athletes viing for medals. In the process, there are many spills and falls. What impresses me is, that the real CHAMPIONS, are the ones who, when they fall, or make major mistakes, they just get up and try again. They don't stay on the ground. They get up and keep on going, even though they are aware that because of a fall they may not win a medal. Champions are always ready to try again.

I find it fascinating to listen to reporters interviewing the athletes after each performance. The response of the athlete is often very revealing as to his/her character. One of my favorite male skaters is Canada's Patrick Chan. He has many "wins" to his credit, but during this so important Olympics challence, his skate was certainly not one of his best. He came in only fifth. He fell a few times and made other errors. But one thing I admired about Patrick Chan was that he didn't make excuses for himself. After apologizing to his fans for his failure, he simply stated to the reporter that his aim was to go out and train harder than ever.

It is not hard to be on top. It's not hard to lap up the glory for being the best. Anyone can do that. The hard thing to do is to apologize when we fail, and then determine to work hard to accomplish our goal.

It is very difficult for an athlete to get up and keep on going, once he/she has fallen. But what would happen if the skater or skier just lay there? For one thing, he would be in the way of other performers, and someone would have to carry him off the ice or the ski hill. For another thing, he would lose credibility with his fans; and for a third thing, and most importantly, it would cause a great depression to fall on him, making it almost impossible for him to carry on with his career.

The Bible is full of people who fell. God has recorded these stories for our encouragement. David fell. II Samuel 12 tells the story of this fall. We all remember the story of David and Bathsheba. David coveted Uriah's wife, Bathsheba. He sent Uriah out to the hottest part of the battle, and Uriah was killed. David took Bathsheba to him, and she became his wife. Nathan the prophet, went to David and told him the story of a man who had a whole flock of sheep, but stole his neighbor's one and only sheep, to kill and put on a feast. David was angry with this man for doing such a horrible thing. Nathan pointed his finger at David and said, "You are the man. You have stolen your neighbor's wife." David's fall was great. But he got up again. He repented of his sin, and God forgave him. Read the story for yourself; and then read Psalm 51, where David pours out his heart in repentance. David did not stay "on the ice" when he fell. He got up and carried on.

Elijah, the great prophet fell. I Kings 19 tells of this fall. Elijah had just had a great victory for God in the contest between Baal and God, when the rains came, after years of drought. It was just after this that Elijah went out in the wilderness and sat under a juniper tree, requesting death. He was discouraged, thinking that he was the only one left who loved God. (In verse 18, we read that God assured him of there being seven thousand who had not bowed to Baal.) Read the story. You will be encouraged to know that even someone like Elijah can become so depressed that he wished for death. But God did not leave Elijah "on the ice" when he fell. He touched him on the shoulder and told him to get up and get going.

John the Baptist fell. "What?" I can hear you question. Yes. John the Baptist fell. Luke 7:19. He became discouraged and sent two of his disciples to Jesus, asking whether or not Jesus truly was the One who had been promised. Imagine! John the Baptist, who was born to be the forerunner of Christ, even he became discouraged. But Jesus did not let John the Baptist "stay on the ice." He demonstrated to the disciples that He truly was the Son of God, by having them witness the many miracles He did. Then He told them to go back to John and tell him of all the things they had seen that day. John "got up from the ice" and carried on, encouraged.

Peter fell. Luke 22:54-62. We remember what Peter did. He denied his Lord. Peter, the vocal disciple who swore he would never forsake the Lord, denied Him three times within a few hours. Jesus saw Peter fall. He just looked at him. But He did not condemn him. He knew that Peter would not "stay on the ice." He would pick himself up and carry on. He did. Read Acts, and you will see that Peter went on to become "World Champion." We cannot all become World Champions, but there is not a single one of us who needs to stay on the ice when we fall. Get up; brush yourself off; put a smile on your face; and keep going.

When the world is turned against you,
And you think thereís none to care;
When it seems you're all alone, and feeling blue;
Turn your eyes up to the Savior.
You will find Him standing there.
He is waiting: He is waiting there for you.
Christ did not fall. He faced the ultimate challenge. He was put through excruciating pain. Innocent of sin, He died for the sins of the world. He died for you and for me. He died so that we do not have to. CHRIST DID NOT FALL. And because of that, He is the only one who can pick us up when we fall.

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 Posted June 14th, 2010 01:13 PM   IP              
A Gental Thunder
A story by Max Lucado, from A Gentle Thunder : Hearing God Through the Storm

Once there was a man who dared God to speak.

"Burn the bush like you did for Moses, God and I will follow.
Collapse the walls like you did for Joshua, God and I will fight.
Still the waves like you did on Galilee, God and I will listen."

And so the man went and sat by a bush, near a wall close to the sea and waited for God to speak.

And God heard the man , So God answered.
He sent fire, not for the bush, but for a church.
He brought down a wall, not of brick, but of sin.
He stilled a storm, not of the sea, but of a soul.

And God waited for the man to respond.
And he waited ...
And waited ...
And waited...

But because the man was looking at bushes, not hearts; bricks, not lives; seas and not souls, he decided that God had done nothing.
Finally he looked at God and asked, "Have you lost your power?"
And God looked at him and said, "Have you lost your hearing?"

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 Posted June 16th, 2010 07:27 PM   IP              
Don't Waste Your Life

God desires that you not waste your life,
but just give it back to Him,
for instead of misery, strife and loss,
He can help you play to win.

Life is like a game, you see,
a match that wrestlers play;
You do your best to stand and fight,
but the devil is in the way.

If you give in and join the devil,
then the fight so soon is o'er,
and you have lost the battle
for he has skewed the score.

But if you give your life to Jesus,
He takes the devil on,
and helps you over come him,
gives you the victor's song.

Sure, Satan's punch is heavy,
strength is in his arm,
But God, our royal Master,
protects you from real harm.

The trials you face will strengthen you;
their purpose is from God;
He uses them to train you,
and drive you to His Word.

So, do not shirk your duty,
and run about to play,
just commit yourself to Jesus,
until the judgment day.

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