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Well I'm not sure where I was looking but when I posted my note above, all the most recent things came up! Imagine my surprise and pleasure! This is alive and well! Even if it doesn't ever touch anyone else, it has touched me this morning in ways that you can't even imagine! I'm sitting here crying because I know that no matter what, He has not forgotten about doing miracles! Thank you, thank you, thank you sooooooo much!
Welcome! So very glad you found us! May the Lord truly surround you with His love, grace, mercy and peace. HE LOVES YOU!
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport.We
were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped
out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver
slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by
just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head
around and started yelling at us.
My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he
was really friendly.
So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined
Your car and sent us to the hospital!'
This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law
of the Garbage Truck.'
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run
around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and
full of disappointment.As their garbage piles up, they need a
place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't
take it personally.
Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their
garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,
So ... Love the people who treat you right.
Pray for the ones who don't.
Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how
you take it!
A friend is like a flower,
a delicate rose in bloom,
Or maybe like a sun filled sky
that's chased away the gloom.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise,
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that beats
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.
Your heart is breaking
Your mind is unclear
Your tired and restless and full of fear
Come to me-
You say words you shouldn't
You don't do things you should
You doubt and try to change,
but never think you could.
Come to me-
You thought an evil thought
You thought the thought again
You turned the thought to action and now your bound in sin.
Come to me-
You say "But I knew better, I belong to you"
Child, I am not surprised by anything you do.
I made you in my image I fashioned you with care,
When you cried tears into your pillow, remember I was there.
I have always been and always will I be.
For even when you do those things, you still belong to me.
Even if you do these things, Oh child, don't you see?
Even if, even if, you still can come to me.
There is a secret place I have created where you may seek my face,
this place I have for you is called "The Father's Warm Embrace"
And when I have held you in my arms and rocked you, listening closely to your fears,
I will place you on my lap and wipe away your tears.
Then, I will smile. A smile to let you know I am pleased.
For when you hurt and when you sinned, still- you came to me.
So, do not draw back from me my child,
I am Abba Father to you, remember in my word I said -Behold,
I make all things new.
I will forgive you, heal you, restore you,
I will shower you with grace.
I will never turn my back to you, but you will see my face.
On your journey home, when I see you I will run.....
Even if, Even if, My child, even if just come.
Before we moved into our new home, we were told there was no sprinkler system for the yards. This area of Idaho is desert. Without irrigation, the rich land would produce no vegetables. All water for the farms and lawns is supplied by hundreds of miles of canals, which are fed from the rivers and dams. In newer neighborhoods, the sprinkler systems are fed from these canals. In the older areas, the yards are flooded.
This was a new concept to me. I'd never heard of it before. A few days after we moved in, my new neighbor, Mike, dropped by to say hello and explain the system to me.
"Mike," he said. "In front, you have two pipes in the ground. There's another in back. Open the valves at the bottom of the pipes. Behind the bush, by my fence, you will find a long metal rod with a fixing on the end. When you want to flood, make sure your valves are open to your yard, take that key, walk up the street and around the corner. There's a pipe in the ground there. That's the main valve for the whole street. Open the valve and the water will come out of the pipes in your yard. Flood the whole area about two inches deep."
As he talked, we walked up the street, so he could show me the main valve. "When you're done," he explain further, "go back up the street and shut the main valve off and then the valves in your yard."
He put his hand on my shoulder. "Now this is important, Mike." He stared into my eyes. "Don't reverse the process. Always make sure your yard valves are on before you turn the main valve on. Make sure you turn the main valve off before you turn your yard ones off. If you do it wrong, the water pressure could blow out your pipes. The neighbor across the street did that. It cost then almost eighteen thousand dollars to have it fixed."
A little shaken by this information, I shook Mike's hand and thanked him. The last thing I wanted to do was burst a pipe and lose a lot of money.
A few days later, the lawn looked parched. I found the three valves in my yard and opened them, got the key for the main valve from Mike's fence, walked up the street and tentatively turned it on. I sighed with relieve when I turned the corner and saw the water flowing from the pipes and spreading across my yard. I didn't burst the pipes.
For the next hour I walked around the yards in my bare feet, checking to see if the water had covered all areas. The cool water felt nice. In some areas, mud oozed between my toes. It reminded me of playing in puddles when I was a child.
I stood on the back deck and watched the pipe in the far right corner of the yard spew water into the air. The water slowly crept across the yard and into the flowerbeds. The birds sang. The water flowed. It was like I had my own private waterfall.
As the water rose, I thought, "This has got to be the most archaic system of watering I have ever seen. Who ever heard of flooding your yard once a week?" The flood system is very old. I admired the ingenuity of those who build the system more than seventy years ago, but the new sprinkler systems are so much better."
It occurred to me. "This is the same way I water my spiritual needs. I go to church at Christmas, Easter, and to the rare Sunday service. I flood my needs a couple times a year, just like I now have to flood my yard once a week. I need to sprinkle. From now on, I'm going to read a little scripture every day. A daily sprinkle is much better than an irregular flood."
On Jack Borden’s 101st birthday, he awoke at 5 a.m., ate a hearty breakfast, and was at his law office by 6:30 ready to begin his day. When asked the secret of his long life, the practicing attorney smiled and quipped, “Not dying.”
But there’s more to it than that. Mr. Borden, who was baptized at age 11 in the Clear Fork of the Trinity River, told Fort Worth (Texas) Star-Telegram reporter David Casstevens, “I’m a firm believer that God has His hand in everything that happens. He is letting me live for some reason. I try to do the things that I believe He wants me to.”
Ezra the priest experienced the “good hand of his God upon him” when he led a delegation to Jerusalem to provide spiritual leadership for the former captives who were rebuilding the temple and the city (Ezra 7:9-10). Ezra found strength and courage in knowing that the Lord was with them each step of the way. “So I was encouraged, as the hand of the Lord my God was upon me; and I gathered leading men of Israel to go up with me”.
When we see the Lord’s hand in our lives, it brings forth a deep “Thank You” and a growing desire to do what He wants us to do.
If we would view through eyes of faith
The course of each new day,
We’d quickly see God’s gracious hand
In all that comes our way. —D. De Haan
If you know that God’s hand is in everything,
you can leave everything in God’s hands.
The Light of God surrounds you.
The Love of God enfolds you.
The Power of God protects you.
The Presence of God watches over you.
The Mind of God guides you.
The Life of God flows through you.
The Laws of God direct you.
The Power of God abides within you.
The Joy of God uplifts you.
The Strength of God renews you.
The Beauty of God inspires you.
Wherever you are, God is!
And all is Well.
I pray this brings you peace today and in the days to come.
You say you will never forget where you were when
you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I
held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the
peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it
is OK..I am ready to go.'
I was with his wife when he called as she fed
breakfast to their children. I held her up as she
tried to understand his words and as she realized
he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been
knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said.
'Of course I will show you the way home - only
believe in Me now.'
I was at the base of the building with the Priest
ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He
heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
with every prayer. I was with the crew as they
were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the
believers there, comforting and assuring them that their
faith has saved them.
I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan .
I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew
every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me
for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the
smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take
my hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day. You
may not know why, but I do.. However, if you were
there in that explosive moment in time, would you have
reached for Me?
Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey
for you . But someday your journey will end. And I
will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may
be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are
'ready to go.'
Caterina ... I loved the post about "Meet Me in the Stairwell"! Thank you for sharing that powerful message!
Thought I’d share these lyrics to a gospel song called “On My Father’s Side”:
Lyrics copied from Southern Gospel News forum:
ON MY FATHER'S SIDE
1. Jesus sat there in the temple, just a lad of early age,
Talking with the scholars who were utterly amazed.
They marveled how a child could ever be this wise
And when they asked how old He was, I'm sure it took them by surprise
When Jesus said, "On Mother's side I'm only twelve years old,
CHORUS 1: "But on my Father's side, I am Alpha and Omega;
On my Father's side, the Beginning and the End.
On my Father's side is the throne I left in Heaven.
Soon I'll sit down on the right of my Father's side again."
2. It was clear for them to see He was no ordinary boy,
'cause with every word He spoke there was power in His voice.
I can almost hear Him answer all the questions being thrown
As the teacher asked Him, "Son, where do you call home?"
And Jesus said "On mother's side I'm just a lowly Nazarene,
CHORUS 2: "But on my Father's side, my residence is Heaven.
On my Father's side, the gates stand open wide,
On my Father's side where the saints will be rejoicing
When I step across the tide to my Father's side."
BRIDGE: If your sins are washed away then you have been redeemed.
Now we are His family so join with us and sing:
CHORUS 3: But on our Father's side my residence is Heaven
On our Father's side the gates stand open wide,
To our Father's side where the saints will be rejoicing,
When we step across the tide to our Father's side.
"But God demonstrated His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us ... being now justified by His blood, we shall be saved from wrath through Him." Romans 5:8 & 9
Call them whatever you want...the storms in your life, the challenges you face, the "ups and downs," pitfalls or simply bad days.
How well do you handle them?
Some are unexpected, shock and surprise us. We don't know how well we will do until they happen.
I'm talking about those things you see coming on the horizon.
Like the approaching storm.
Does the distant rumble scare you long before you see the first cloud?
Does the very warning of such an event put your life in turmoil even when you don't know the details?
I ask you this because I witnessed the most remarkable thing early this morning.
First of all, when the weather person tells me that we will have a thunder storm I know that my three dogs will have a difficult time. Long before the storm arrives two of them begin to sense its approach. Phil, our youngest was never bothered by them in the beginning but has learned from them. Now he runs and hides, too.
So, they woke me up early this morning. I gathered them together downstairs and after a few comforting words they scattered.
Then I went out to my front porch to get the papers. It was then that I discovered something.
It was dark. In the distance the skies flashed and the thunder rumbled across the landscape.
But all around me the birds sang. I mean there was a chorus of chirping that went on for several minutes. I could not see even a single bird, but it sounded like there were thousands.
I would think that out of all the creatures God created, during a storm birds would be the ones to have the most to fear. Still, they never stopped singing.
It was dawn. They sing at dawn every day. Storm or no storm. What is it that they know that we don't know?
We should wake up everyday grateful for it, and yet, if it's a day of a "storm" in our life or an approaching storm, we certainly aren't singing.
It appears I have been singing only on the good days. Sadly, I have also wasted too many of those.
With an approaching storm in my life, I needed this one today. It taught me that if I sing during my storm, the rumble of fear all around me will add depth to my voice and carry it further. Perhaps even to inspire others and calm those who care about me.
When it is the darkest, the light of my faith, though it may flicker, will show me the way.
Instead of shaking in the corner somewhere, I need to sing in a thunder storm.
What great insight in your message, Caterina. The part about the birds singing even as a storm is approaching spoke to me. Here is a devotional I'd like to share.
David Wilkerson Today
Whenever opposition arises, God’s grace thrives in us. Think about what
happens to a tree when a great storm beats violently against it. The wind
threatens to uproot the tree and carry it away. It breaks off branches and
blows away its leaves. It loosens its roots and blows off its buds. And when
the storm is over, things look hopeless.
Yet, look closer; the same storm that opened crevices in the earth around the
trunk of the tree has helped the roots go deeper. The tree now has access to
new, deeper sources of nutrition and water. And it has been purged of all its
dead branches. The buds may be gone, but others will grow back more fully. I
tell you, that tree is now stronger, growing in unseen ways. And just wait till
harvest—because it’s going to bear much fruit!
Maybe you’re in a storm right now. The wind is blowing hard, shaking you
violently, and you think you’re going down. Beloved, don’t panic! You’ve
got to know that in the midst of the tempest, you are putting down deep
spiritual roots. God is developing in you a deepening humility, a greater
mourning and sorrow for sin, a heightened hunger for his righteousness.
God is making you a seasoned soldier of the cross—battle-scarred, but
battle-smart and courageous. You may get down on yourself at times—but the
Lord never does. The fact is, he could have acted sovereignly at any time to
pluck you out of your struggle. But he didn’t—because he saw it producing
in you a greater thirst for him!
Romans 5:3 says, “Tribulation worketh patience.” The word worketh means
In 2 Corinthians 4:17 we read, “For our light affliction, which is but for a
moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.” The
word worketh in this verse is the same as in Romans 5:3.
"But God demonstrated His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us ... being now justified by His blood, we shall be saved from wrath through Him." Romans 5:8 & 9
God is our hope and promise. He is in control and He does perform miracles. We are part of His family and He does love us. Even when we are in serious trouble, we do not need to be afraid, but just trust Him. He is concerned about our daily needs, as well as our problems. He can see the big picture and knows what is best for us. We need to rest in Him, obey Him, and seek His will daily through prayer and reading the scriptures. God looks at our hearts. Our problems can bring us closer to God and heal our hearts so we can reflect His light and love to others
Who was it that said, "Follow your dream - unless it's the one where you're at work in your underwear during a fire drill."?
Author Joseph Campbell's advice was to "follow your bliss." American painter Grandma Moses did that. She actually started painting at age 76, after arthritis forced her to give up embroidery. "If I hadn't started painting, I would have raised chickens," she once said.
And I heard of a bus driver in Chicago who followed his bliss with some surprising results. He sings while he drives. That's right... sings. And I don't mean he sings softly to himself, either. He sings so that the whole bus can hear. All day long he drives and sings.
He was once interviewed on Chicago television. He said that he is not actually a bus driver. "I'm a professional singer," he asserted. "I only drive the bus to get a captive audience every single day."
His "bliss" is not driving a bus, though that may be a source of enjoyment for some people. His bliss is singing. And the supervisors at the Chicago Transit Authority are perfectly happy about the whole arrangement. People actually let other buses pass by so they can ride with the "singing bus driver." They love it.
Here is a man who believes he knows why he was put here on earth. For him, it is to make people happy. And the more he sings, the more people he makes happy. He has found a way to align his purpose in living with his occupation. By following his bliss, he is actually living the kind of life he believes he was meant to live.
Are you following your bliss? When you do, you may discover that you are experiencing the kind of life you feel you were meant to live. And what's more, you will be happy.
When we feel the need to change others, take the time to look inside yourself, find the mirror and the message.
Our perception of humanity as a whole is, to a large extent, dualistic. We paint people with a broad brush - some are like us, sharing our opinions and our attitudes, while others are different. Our commitment to values we have chosen to embrace is often so strong that we are easily convinced that our way is the right way. We may find ourselves frustrated by those who view the world from an alternate vantage point and make use of unusual strategies when coping with life's challenges. However ardently we believe that these people would be happier and more satisfied following our lead, we should resist the temptation to try to change them. Every human being has been blessed by God with a unique nature that cannot be altered by outside forces. We are who we are at any one point in our lives for a reason, and no one person can say for certain what another should be like.
The reasons we try to change one another are numerous. Since we have learned over time to flourish in the richness of lives we have built, we may come to believe that we are qualified to speak in areas that are better left to God. The sum total of our knowledge will never compare to what we do not know, however, and our understanding of others' lives will forever be limited. The potential we see in the people who are a part of our lives will never be precisely the same as our own, so we do these individuals a disservice when we make assumptions about their intentions, preferences, and goals. Our power lies in our ability to accept others for all their quirks and differences and to let go of the need to control every element of our existence. We can love people for who they are, embracing their uniqueness, or we can love them as human beings from afar. Your ability to influence people may grow more because others sense that you respect their right to be themselves, but you will likely spend more time gazing inward, into the one person you can change: yourself.
How awesome are You my King
How blessed am I, to been given so much
For it's Your love
that I now love with
And it's Your joy that lift's my soul
To sing praises to You a mighty God
For your presence,
So intrigued am I,
By many wonders of Your grace.
It is I who am now encouraged,
To take hold of,
And to appreciate this life,
A life that You fought for,
and shed Your blood for,
May I never take for granted,
what You endured for me,
Yet need not have done.
If I have brought a gleam of light
To cheer a darkened day,
If I held out a friendly hand
To help along the way.
Then in these acts of kindness done
It is not me you see,
But glimpses of that Loving One
Who chose to dwell in me.