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By Authors Unknown
Faith is like electricity. You can't see it, but you can see the light.
Author Unknown
Life started out like a canvas
And God started painting on me.
But, I took the paint brush from Jesus
And painted what I wished to see.
The colors I painted kept running
And the objects were all out of size.
I had made a mess of my painting.
My way, now, seemed so unwise.
So, I brought my painting to Jesus,
All the colors -- all the pieces so wrong.
In the markets of earth, it was worthless.
But, His blood made my painting belong.
He worked with no condemnation,
Never mentioned the mess I had made.
Then, He dipped His brush in the rainbow
And He signed it, "The price has been paid."
When I gave the brush back to Jesus ...
When I gave the brush back to Him,
He started all over, life's canvas to fill,
When I gave, to Jesus, the brush of my will.
Author Unknown
God created you....
every little detail about you.
He gave you life and special gifts
To fulfill a unique purpose in this world...
A mission He planned just for you.
God knows you better
And loves you more
Than anyone else ever could.
He is your wise Father
And faithful friend,
Who takes great joy in you.
author unknown
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Trouble In The Amen Corner
It was a stylish congregation
You could see they'd been around
And they had the best pipe organ
Of any church in town
But in the Amen Corner
Sat aged Brother Ira
And he insisted every Sunday
On singing in the choir
His voice was cracked and broken
Age had touched his vocal cords
And sometimes he would lag behind
And maybe miss some words
Well, the choir stormed and blustered
Brother Ira sang too slow
And he sang the tunes that were in style
A hundred years ago!
So at last the storm cloud burst
The church was of one mind
That old Ira stop his singing
Or the choir would resign.
A committee was appointed,
A hand picked three or four,
And they drove their big fine cars
Right up to Ira's door
They found the choir's great trouble
In a shabby old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams
Shone on his snow white hair
He was singing, "Rock Of Ages",
In a crack'd voice, soft and low,
But the angels understood him
And that's all he cared to know.
Said they, "We're here, dear Brother,
With the Vestry's approbation
To discuss a little matter that
Affects the congregation.
Now we don't want no more singin',
Except for what we've bought,
The new ones are all the rage,
The old ones stand for naught.
And so we have decided -
Are you listenin', Brother Ira? -
You're gonna have to stop your singin'
For it's messin' up the choir."
The old man raised his head,
A sign that he did hear,
And on his cheek the three men
Caught the glitter of a tear.
His feeble hands pushed back
The locks of silky snow
And he answered the committee
In a voice both soft and low.
"I've sung the songs of David
Almost eighty years", said he
"They've been my staff and comfort
All along life's dreary way.
I'm sorry I disturbed the choir;
I guess I'm doin' wrong
But when my heart is filled with praise
Why, I can't keep back a song!
I wonder if beyond the tide
That's breakin' at my feet,
In that far off Heavenly temple
where my Master I shall meet;
I wonder, when I try to sing
The songs which God inspires,
If they'll kick me out up there
For singin' in the choir."
A silence filled the little room
The old man bowed his head;
The committee went on back to town
But Ira was soon dead.
Oh, the choir missed him for a while
But him they soon forgot
And a few church members
Watched the door
But the old man entered not.
Far away his voice is sweet
And he sings his heart's desire
Where there are no church committees
And no fashionable choir.
Author Unknown
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The Road of Life
At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there sort of like a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him. But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life were rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal. I don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since.
When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable it was the shortest distance between two points. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds. It was all I could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!" I worried and was anxious and asked, "Where are you taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust. I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure, and when I'd say, "I'm scared," He'd lean back and touch my hand. I gained love, peace, acceptance and joy; gifts to take on my journey, My Lord's and mine. And we were off again.
He said, "Give the gifts away. They're extra baggage, too much weight." So I did, to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light.
I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life. I thought He'd wreck it; but he knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to shorten, scary passages. And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.
And when I'm sure I just can't do it anymore, He just smiles and says... "Pedal."
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YOUR CROSS
Whatever your cross
Whatever your pain
There will always be sunshine.
After the rain
Perhaps you may stumble
Perhaps even fall
But God's always there
To help you through it all.
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"Life with Christ is an endless hope;
without Him it is a hopeless end.....
But if we will depend wholly on God,
we will find Him wholly dependable."
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TO LET GO......
To "let go" does not mean to stop caring, it means I can't do it for someone else.
To "let go" is not to cut myself off, it's the realization that I can't control another.
To "let go" is not to enable, but to allow learning from natural consequences.
To "let go" is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To "let go" is not to try to change or blame another, it's to make the most of myself.
To "let go" is not to care for, but to care about.
To "let go" is not to fix, but to be supportive.
To "let go" is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.
To "let go" is not to be in the middle arranging outcomes, but to allow others to affect their own destinies.
To "let go" is not to be protective, it's to permit another to face reality.
To "let go" is not to deny, but to accept.
To "let go" is not to nag, scold or argue, but instead to search out my own shortcomings, and correct them.
To "let go" is not to adjust everything to my desires but to try to take each day as it comes, and cherish myself in it.
To "let go" is not to criticize and regulate anybody but to try to become what I dream I can be.
To "let go" is not to regret the past, but to grow and live in the future.
To "let go" is to fear less, and love more.
author unknown
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The Lord is my Pacesetter, I will not rush.
He makes me stop and rest for quiet intervals.
He provides me with stillness, which restores my serenity.
He leads me in ways of efficiency, through calmness of mind,and His guidance is peace.
Even though I have a great many things to accomplish each day,I will not fret, for His presence is here.
His timelessness, His all-importance will keep me in balance.
**Author Unknown
He prepares refreshment and renewal in the midst of my activity.
By anointing my mind with His oils of tranquility,
my cup of joyous energy overflows.
Surely harmony and effectiveness shall be the fruits of my hours,and I shall walk in the peace of the Lord forever....................
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I asked God for strength, that I might achieve ;
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy;
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men;
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life;
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing I asked for, but everything I hoped for;
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were
Answered. I am among all men, most richly blessed!
***--Author Unknown
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Worlds Greatest Chef
I love the taste of T-bone steak,
Delicious every bite,
But there's nothing like the Word of God,
For my spiritual appetite.
The Word of God has milk and meat,
And even ice cream and cake.
Take a slice of the Bread of Life,
And coffee to keep us awake.
Open your Bible and turn to Psalms,
For David's famous buffet.
You can drink all the wine of the Word you want,
And still feel fine the next day.
There's enough of the Word for everyone,
And no one has to cheat.
The Word of God is a smorgasbord,
So take all you are able to eat.
Let's have a little long suffering,
Job gives the recipe.
Patience is the main ingredient,
Self denial is the fee.
Wrap that up in temperance,
It may not make much sense,
Cover that with contentment,
Then add some joy for strength.
Let's have love for dessert,
Jesus made this dish,
Cream of joy and peace together,
Sift out all selfishness.
Add some deeds of righteousness,
Enough to make it sweet.
Humility is the frosting,
That makes the dish complete.
Or are you on a diet,
Cause the race seems hard to run.
For a weight losing menu,
Try Hebrews 12 and 1.
Are you suffering from malnutrition,
And don't know what to do?
Your spiritual growth seems hindered,
Try I Peter 2 and 2.
If when every time you battle,
the enemy always wins,
Try some Holy Ghost Protein,
And spiritual vitamins.
God's Word can feed millions,
And still have plenty left.
Because the Word of God is Soul Food,
Sent from the World's Greatest CHEF.
Author Unknown
"Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom..." (Colossians
3:16)
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