Friday, March 30, 2007
I "mint" to
Have you ever meant to do something and just forgot about it. You finally realize that if you had sent that card, e-mail or made that special phone call, that could have made someones day brighter and could have put a smile on their face. Well I meant to send my blog out this morning so I am sending it now, and I hope this puts a smile on your face or at least gives you hope or something else to think about besides your problem, it helps me!
I "mint" to call and thank you, But my time is in demand.
I "mint" to say "I love you", But I knew you'd understand.
I "mint" to send you flowers, But they cost so much, you know.
I "mint" to pray this morning, But I have somewhere to go.
I "mint" to say "forgive me", But that’s so hard to do.
I heard my Lord say, "Bless you, child". I hope he "mint" me, too.
SMILE – Jesus Loves You!
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Are you Fasting
I am fasting are you?
Fasts have a tendency to be oriented toward things like giving up food or television. But there are many other creative ways we can welcome Jesus' healing touch. Here are suggestions you may want to consider.
1. Fast from anger and hatred.
Give your family an extra dose of love each day.
2. Fast from judging others.
Before making any judgments, recall how Jesus overlooks faults.
3. Fast from discouragement.
Hold on to Jesus' promise that He has a perfect plan for your life.
4. Fast from complaining.
When you find yourself about to complain, close your eyes and recall some of the little moments of joy Jesus has given you.
5. Fast from resentment or bitterness!
Work on forgiving those who may have hurt you.
6. Fast from spending too much money.
Try to reduce your spending by ten percent
and give those savings to the poor.
SMILE – Jesus Loves You!
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
The 8 second Prayer
Several times I thought that I was at the end of my rope, but I realized that my storm would not last forever and it was just a test. God will not give me more than I can bare.
When you reach the end of your rope you will find the hem of His garment.
I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't, and die to find out there is.
"Lord, I love you and I need you, come into my heart, and bless me, my family, my home, my finances, and all of my friends,
In Jesus' name. Amen."
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
When Christ Comes
Hello friends and family. This is my very first blog. I receive a lot of inspirational messages daily that I will be sharing with you. I hope these messages give you some inspiration as you pass through your storms.
May God Be With you!
WHEN CHRIST COMES - - -
By Max Lucado
You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air.&nb sp;The sound is high above you.
A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets?
You don't know, but you want to know.
So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors are open, and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store.
The Little League baseball game across the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds. And what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen.
As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None. From whence came the light begins to tumble a river of color spiking crystals of every hue ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.
North. South. East. West.
Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy.
The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship.
Presently the movement stops and the trumpets are silent, leaving only the triumphant triplet: Holy, holy, holy. Between each word is a pause. With each word, a profound reverence. You hear your voice join in the chorus. You don't know why you say the words, but you know you must.
Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet.
The angels turn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is. Jesus.
Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King. He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud. He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration:
I am the Alpha and the Omega.
The angels bow their heads. The elders remove their crowns.
And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know:
Nothing else matters.
Forget stock markets and school reports. Sales meetings and football games.
Nothing is newsworthy..
All that mattered, matters no more....for Christ has come.
May God Be With you!
WHEN CHRIST COMES - - -
By Max Lucado
You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air.&nb sp;The sound is high above you.
A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets?
You don't know, but you want to know.
So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors are open, and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store.
The Little League baseball game across the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds. And what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen.
As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None. From whence came the light begins to tumble a river of color spiking crystals of every hue ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.
North. South. East. West.
Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy.
The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship.
Presently the movement stops and the trumpets are silent, leaving only the triumphant triplet: Holy, holy, holy. Between each word is a pause. With each word, a profound reverence. You hear your voice join in the chorus. You don't know why you say the words, but you know you must.
Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet.
The angels turn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is. Jesus.
Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King. He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud. He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration:
I am the Alpha and the Omega.
The angels bow their heads. The elders remove their crowns.
And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know:
Nothing else matters.
Forget stock markets and school reports. Sales meetings and football games.
Nothing is newsworthy..
All that mattered, matters no more....for Christ has come.
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