A man was sleeping one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and God appeared. The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might...
So, this the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sunup to sundown, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all his might!
Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain. Since the man was showing discouragement, the adversary (Satan) decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the weary mind: (He will do it every time)!
'You have been pushing against that rock for a long time and it hasn't moved.' Thus, he gave the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure. These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man.
Satan said, 'Why kill yourself over this? Just put in your time, giving just the minimum effort; and that will be good enough.' That's what the weary man planned to do, but decided to make it a matter of Prayer and to take his troubled thoughts to the Lord.
'Lord,' he said, 'I have labored long and hard in Your Service, putting all my strength to do that which You have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?'
The Lord responded compassionately, 'My friend, when I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done.
Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed..
But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back shiny and brown; your hands are callused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard.
Through opposition you have grown much, and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. True, you haven't moved the rock. But your calling was to be Obedient and to push and to exercise your Faith and trust in My Wisdom. That you have done. Now I, my friend, will move the rock.'
At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He Wants, when actually what God wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him.
By all means, exercise the Faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still God Who moves the Mountains.
When everything seems to go wrong..........................Just P.U.S.H.
When the job gets you down..................................Just P.U.S.H.
When people don't do as you think they should.............Just P.U.S.H.
When your money is 'gone' and the bills are due...........Just P.U.S.H.
When people just don't understand you .....................Just P.U.S.H.
P = Pray
U = Until
S = Something
H = Happens
Pass this on to all your loved ones and friends who may need it; they may get it just in time. 'Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.'
Friends are like quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly. May God Bless You.
Just Hold ON!!! P.U.S.H.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Positive Thoughts will Make you Successful
Positive thinking is actually very simple, here are a few ways you can get started...and have a positive impact on all areas of your life:
* If you find yourself thinking a negative thought, change it to a positive thought.
* Surround your life with positive people, don't allow negativity into your life.
* Spend your time on activities that bring you happiness.
* Invoke positive memories whenever you can.
* Cherish the simple pleasures in your life.
* Be around people that make you laugh.
* Love yourself.
* Serve others by volunteering your time to those less fortunate.
A positive mind anticipates happiness, joy, health and a successful outcome of every situation and action. Whatever the mind expects, it finds.
Negative thoughts, words and attitude bring up negative and unhappy moods and actions. When the mind is negative, poisons are released into the blood, which cause more unhappiness and negativity. This is the way to failure, frustration and disappointment.
* If you find yourself thinking a negative thought, change it to a positive thought.
* Surround your life with positive people, don't allow negativity into your life.
* Spend your time on activities that bring you happiness.
* Invoke positive memories whenever you can.
* Cherish the simple pleasures in your life.
* Be around people that make you laugh.
* Love yourself.
* Serve others by volunteering your time to those less fortunate.
A positive mind anticipates happiness, joy, health and a successful outcome of every situation and action. Whatever the mind expects, it finds.
Negative thoughts, words and attitude bring up negative and unhappy moods and actions. When the mind is negative, poisons are released into the blood, which cause more unhappiness and negativity. This is the way to failure, frustration and disappointment.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Facing Your Fears
My cousin Danny Mack has a weekly newsletter he has established to help with Grief Counseling, which is his Life's work and his Legacy. Danny is an awesome man, this is exert from his latest newsletter.
Financial crisis, divorce, terminal illness, and the death of a loved one causes many of us to experience fear. Our worldview has been severely challenged, and we are not too sure what will happen to us tomorrow. Susan Jeffers, the author of Feel the Fear and Do It, has written what I consider to be the best book on overcoming the fears that grip our mind and emotions. In her book she reveals these five truths regarding fear:
TRUTH ONE: The fear will never go away as long as you let it continue to grow.
TRUTH TWO: The only way to get rid of the fear is to go out . . . and do it.
TRUTH THREE: The only way to feel better about yourself is to go out . . . and do it.
TRUTH FOUR: Not only are you going to experience fear when you're in unfamiliar territory, but so is everyone else.
TRUTH FIVE: Pushing through fear is less frightening than living with the underlying fear that comes from a feeling of helplessness.
Jeffers says that the foundation of all fear is the belief that we are going to face situations we will not be able to handle. The reality is that we have handled everything that has happened to us this far in life. When you begin to feel the grip of fear, begin to tell yourself, "I can handle it."
If you would like to receive Danny's newsletter or would like to write Danny an e-mail, write to Danny@DannyMack.info. I highly recommend it for someone who is going through grief or tragedy in their life.
Financial crisis, divorce, terminal illness, and the death of a loved one causes many of us to experience fear. Our worldview has been severely challenged, and we are not too sure what will happen to us tomorrow. Susan Jeffers, the author of Feel the Fear and Do It, has written what I consider to be the best book on overcoming the fears that grip our mind and emotions. In her book she reveals these five truths regarding fear:
TRUTH ONE: The fear will never go away as long as you let it continue to grow.
TRUTH TWO: The only way to get rid of the fear is to go out . . . and do it.
TRUTH THREE: The only way to feel better about yourself is to go out . . . and do it.
TRUTH FOUR: Not only are you going to experience fear when you're in unfamiliar territory, but so is everyone else.
TRUTH FIVE: Pushing through fear is less frightening than living with the underlying fear that comes from a feeling of helplessness.
Jeffers says that the foundation of all fear is the belief that we are going to face situations we will not be able to handle. The reality is that we have handled everything that has happened to us this far in life. When you begin to feel the grip of fear, begin to tell yourself, "I can handle it."
If you would like to receive Danny's newsletter or would like to write Danny an e-mail, write to Danny@DannyMack.info. I highly recommend it for someone who is going through grief or tragedy in their life.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
The Bridge
A man on his Harley was riding along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, God said, 'because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.'
The biker pulled over and said, 'Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want.'
God replied, 'Your request is materialistic; think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help man kind.'
The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, 'God, I
wish that I , and all men, could understand women; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, why she snaps and complains when I try to help, and how I can make a woman truly happy.
God replied: 'You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"
The biker pulled over and said, 'Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want.'
God replied, 'Your request is materialistic; think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help man kind.'
The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, 'God, I
wish that I , and all men, could understand women; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, why she snaps and complains when I try to help, and how I can make a woman truly happy.
God replied: 'You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"
Thursday, February 18, 2010
A Fresh Look at Good Morning
I've never seen this one before.....I really like it!
When I say good morning I mean to say:
G-od
O-ffers us His
O-utstanding
D-evotion to
M-ake us
O-bedient and
R-eady for a
N-ew day with Him.
I-nspire others please, and
N-ever forget
G-od loves you!
HAVE A BLESSED DAY!
When I say good morning I mean to say:
G-od
O-ffers us His
O-utstanding
D-evotion to
M-ake us
O-bedient and
R-eady for a
N-ew day with Him.
I-nspire others please, and
N-ever forget
G-od loves you!
HAVE A BLESSED DAY!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Money Can't Bring Happiness
"Give to the poor" in the Bible: Matthew 19:21
When Jesus is talking with the rich young ruler he tells him to sell all he has and give to the poor. The man leaves sad because he has great wealth. While we're not all asked to give everything to the poor, it's definitely something we should each think through.
The man in this article has already made up his mind!
(Feb. 14) – If money can't buy you happiness, what do you do? If you're Austrian millionaire Karl Rabeder, you give it all away, right down to the last penny, or, in his case, euro.
"My idea is to have nothing left. Absolutely nothing," Rabeder, 47, told The Daily Telegraph of London. "Money is counterproductive – it prevents happiness to come."
On the block, or already sold, is his luxury villa with lake in the Alps, his 42-acre estate in France, his six gliders, and the interior furnishings and accessories business that got him rich in the first place.
telegraph.co.uk
Millionaire Karl Rabede says getting rid of his fortune makes him feel "free."Actually, everyone will get the chance to live the Alpine luxury lifestyle, because Rabeder has decided to raffle off his home at $134 a ticket.
When every penny of his estimated $4.7 million fortune is gone, he says, he intends to move into a small wooden hut in the mountains or a studio in Innsbruck.
"For a long time I believed that more wealth and luxury automatically meant more happiness," Rabeder said. "I come from a very poor family where the rules were to work more to achieve more material things, and I applied this for many years."
After a while, however, he felt he was working "as a slave for things I did not wish for or need," adding, "I have the feeling that there are a lot of people out there doing the same thing."
What brought him to his current conclusion? A three-week vacation with his wife in Hawaii, plus gliding trips to South America and Africa left him with feelings of guilt, he said, and the sense that there was a connection between his wealth and the poverty of the people he saw.
"It was the biggest shock of in my life, when I realized how horrible, soulless and without feeling the five-star lifestyle is," he was quoted as telling the Telegraph.
Since selling off some of his possessions, with lots more looking for buyers, Rabeder says he has felt "free, the opposite of heavy," which was the feeling all his wealth gave him.
All his money will go to the non-profit Mymicrocharity, which Rabeder says he has set up to offer small loans to needy people in Central and South America, and to encourage development and self-employment in the region.
Wow What a Living Example
When Jesus is talking with the rich young ruler he tells him to sell all he has and give to the poor. The man leaves sad because he has great wealth. While we're not all asked to give everything to the poor, it's definitely something we should each think through.
The man in this article has already made up his mind!
(Feb. 14) – If money can't buy you happiness, what do you do? If you're Austrian millionaire Karl Rabeder, you give it all away, right down to the last penny, or, in his case, euro.
"My idea is to have nothing left. Absolutely nothing," Rabeder, 47, told The Daily Telegraph of London. "Money is counterproductive – it prevents happiness to come."
On the block, or already sold, is his luxury villa with lake in the Alps, his 42-acre estate in France, his six gliders, and the interior furnishings and accessories business that got him rich in the first place.
telegraph.co.uk
Millionaire Karl Rabede says getting rid of his fortune makes him feel "free."Actually, everyone will get the chance to live the Alpine luxury lifestyle, because Rabeder has decided to raffle off his home at $134 a ticket.
When every penny of his estimated $4.7 million fortune is gone, he says, he intends to move into a small wooden hut in the mountains or a studio in Innsbruck.
"For a long time I believed that more wealth and luxury automatically meant more happiness," Rabeder said. "I come from a very poor family where the rules were to work more to achieve more material things, and I applied this for many years."
After a while, however, he felt he was working "as a slave for things I did not wish for or need," adding, "I have the feeling that there are a lot of people out there doing the same thing."
What brought him to his current conclusion? A three-week vacation with his wife in Hawaii, plus gliding trips to South America and Africa left him with feelings of guilt, he said, and the sense that there was a connection between his wealth and the poverty of the people he saw.
"It was the biggest shock of in my life, when I realized how horrible, soulless and without feeling the five-star lifestyle is," he was quoted as telling the Telegraph.
Since selling off some of his possessions, with lots more looking for buyers, Rabeder says he has felt "free, the opposite of heavy," which was the feeling all his wealth gave him.
All his money will go to the non-profit Mymicrocharity, which Rabeder says he has set up to offer small loans to needy people in Central and South America, and to encourage development and self-employment in the region.
Wow What a Living Example
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Index Cards
Heaven as written by a 17 Year Old Boy:
This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.
Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County
Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.
It makes such an impact that people want to share it. "You feel like you are there," Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moore 's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian.. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.
Here is Brian's essay entitled
"The Room."
Page 1
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards.. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived....
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting.. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.
But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand..
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him... Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response.. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16
My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?
This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.
Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County
Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.
It makes such an impact that people want to share it. "You feel like you are there," Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moore 's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian.. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.
Here is Brian's essay entitled
"The Room."
Page 1
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards.. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived....
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting.. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.
But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand..
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him... Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response.. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16
My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
God Feeds the Birds
This weekend it snowed about 5 inches with an inch of sleet on top of it.
I filled up the bird feeder after the snow, Birds from all over came outside our window with snow on the ground.
Blue Jays, Cardinals, sparrows, woodpeckers black & white with a red head, Brown body with a copper looking head, squirrels.
What a beautiful site to see the many colors and the singing, the chatter they were making was amazing to see and to listen to!
Matthew 6:26
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
It also reminded me of the story of Ruth gleaning the fields.
Story of Ruth and Boaz
Ruth 2:
2. Please let me glean and gather among the sheaves behind the harvesters.' She went into the field and has worked steadily
15 As she got up to glean, Boaz gave orders to his men, "Even if she gathers among the sheaves, don't embarrass her. 16 Rather, pull out some stalks for her from the bundles and leave them for her to pick up.
You never know when you may run into a "Boaz" or you may never know when you will be called on by the Lord to be a "Boaz?"
When I was feeding the horses and the feed was on top of the snow after the horses were finished there was a little left over and the birds moved in and swarmed the feed!
What a beautiful site on a snowy day and remembering the scripture:
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
Another thing interesting is how the snow can fall and cover the entire ground in the woods during a snow storm?
God does take care of You!
I filled up the bird feeder after the snow, Birds from all over came outside our window with snow on the ground.
Blue Jays, Cardinals, sparrows, woodpeckers black & white with a red head, Brown body with a copper looking head, squirrels.
What a beautiful site to see the many colors and the singing, the chatter they were making was amazing to see and to listen to!
Matthew 6:26
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
It also reminded me of the story of Ruth gleaning the fields.
Story of Ruth and Boaz
Ruth 2:
2. Please let me glean and gather among the sheaves behind the harvesters.' She went into the field and has worked steadily
15 As she got up to glean, Boaz gave orders to his men, "Even if she gathers among the sheaves, don't embarrass her. 16 Rather, pull out some stalks for her from the bundles and leave them for her to pick up.
You never know when you may run into a "Boaz" or you may never know when you will be called on by the Lord to be a "Boaz?"
When I was feeding the horses and the feed was on top of the snow after the horses were finished there was a little left over and the birds moved in and swarmed the feed!
What a beautiful site on a snowy day and remembering the scripture:
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
Another thing interesting is how the snow can fall and cover the entire ground in the woods during a snow storm?
God does take care of You!
Monday, February 1, 2010
OLD BARNS AND OLDER PEOPLE
A stranger came by the other day with an offer that
set me to thinking. He wanted to buy the old barn that
sits out by the highway. I told him right off he was crazy.
He was a city type, you could tell by his clothes, his car, his hands,
and the way he talked. He said he was driving by and saw that beautiful
barn sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to know if it was for sale.
I told him he had a funny idea of beauty.
Sure, it was a handsome building in its day. But then,
there's been a lot of winters pass with their snow
and ice and howling wind. The summer sun's beat
down on that old barn till all the paint's gone,
and the wood has turned silver gray.
Now the old building leans a good deal, looking kind of tired.
Yet, that fellow called it beautiful..
That set me to thinking. I walked out to the field and just
stood there, gazing at that old barn.
The stranger said he planned to use the lumber to line
the walls of his den in a new country home he's
building down the road.
He said you couldn’t get paint that beautiful.
Only years of standing in the weather, bearing the storms and scorching
sun, only that can produce beautiful barn wood.
It came to me then. We're a lot like that, you and I.
Only it’s on the inside that the beauty grows with
us. Sure we turn silver gray too... and
lean a bit more than we did when we were young and
full of sap.
But the Good Lord knows what He’s doing.
And as the years pass He's busy using
the hard weather of our lives, the dry spells and
the stormy seasons to do a job of beautifying our
souls that nothing else can produce.
And to think how often folks holler because they want life easy!
They took the old barn down today and hauled it away to beautify a rich man's
house. And I reckon someday you and I'll be hauled off to Heaven to take on whatever chores the Good Lord has for us on the Great Sky Ranch.
And I suspect we’ll be more beautiful than for the seasons
we’ve been through here...and just maybe even add a bit of beauty to our Father's house.
May there be peace within you today. May you trust God that you are
exactly where you are meant to be?
And I do sincerely Thank God for my wonderful friends and
family who care about me even though I show signs of
weathering!
Author Unknown
set me to thinking. He wanted to buy the old barn that
sits out by the highway. I told him right off he was crazy.
He was a city type, you could tell by his clothes, his car, his hands,
and the way he talked. He said he was driving by and saw that beautiful
barn sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to know if it was for sale.
I told him he had a funny idea of beauty.
Sure, it was a handsome building in its day. But then,
there's been a lot of winters pass with their snow
and ice and howling wind. The summer sun's beat
down on that old barn till all the paint's gone,
and the wood has turned silver gray.
Now the old building leans a good deal, looking kind of tired.
Yet, that fellow called it beautiful..
That set me to thinking. I walked out to the field and just
stood there, gazing at that old barn.
The stranger said he planned to use the lumber to line
the walls of his den in a new country home he's
building down the road.
He said you couldn’t get paint that beautiful.
Only years of standing in the weather, bearing the storms and scorching
sun, only that can produce beautiful barn wood.
It came to me then. We're a lot like that, you and I.
Only it’s on the inside that the beauty grows with
us. Sure we turn silver gray too... and
lean a bit more than we did when we were young and
full of sap.
But the Good Lord knows what He’s doing.
And as the years pass He's busy using
the hard weather of our lives, the dry spells and
the stormy seasons to do a job of beautifying our
souls that nothing else can produce.
And to think how often folks holler because they want life easy!
They took the old barn down today and hauled it away to beautify a rich man's
house. And I reckon someday you and I'll be hauled off to Heaven to take on whatever chores the Good Lord has for us on the Great Sky Ranch.
And I suspect we’ll be more beautiful than for the seasons
we’ve been through here...and just maybe even add a bit of beauty to our Father's house.
May there be peace within you today. May you trust God that you are
exactly where you are meant to be?
And I do sincerely Thank God for my wonderful friends and
family who care about me even though I show signs of
weathering!
Author Unknown
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