When God Made You

Are you quick to judge?



Good Tuesday evening, I know I have not reported on the weight loss progress in quiet a while so I decided to get back on the band wagon today, I must admit I was a bit worried because over the holidays I was not in any way a healthier eater. I was a bit shocked, I have not only maintained the 18 lbs I had lost but have added 3 to it...I will take 3 anytime that I don't have to place a plus in front of it....so as I always say...onward and upward:) I also am filled with great joy this evening, my daughter sent to me a picture of her pregnant belly and all I could do was grin...I would so love to be there to rub her belly and tell my Lil Man Chalmers, how much I already love him.

In prayer this evening I closed my eyes and found my inner quiet, I sat for a while just enjoying the peace that I felt in my soul. I prayed my normal, usual prayers and asked God to continue to bless each of us with his peace, calm, comfort and strength. I asked favor, mercy and grace for all in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

If you have need for special prayers and would like us to pray with/for you we would be honored to do so. I came across this little story and found myself in deep thought after. I would love to hear what you think when you finish the read!!!

In prayer this evening 

‎~ Never Judge Anyone ~

A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being call...ed in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call ASAP, changed his clothes and went directly to the surgery block. 
He found the boy’s father going and coming in the hall waiting for the doctor. Once seeing him, the dad yelled:
“Why did you take all this time to come? Don’t you know that my son’s life is in danger? Don’t you have the sense of responsibility?”

The doctor smiled and said:
“I am sorry, I wasn’t in the hospital and I came the fastest I could after receiving the call…… And now, I wish you’d calm down so that I can do my work”

“Calm down?! What if your son was in this room right now, would you calm down? If your own son dies now what will you do??” said the father angrily

The doctor smiled again and replied: “I will say what Job said in the Holy Bible “From dust we came and to dust we return, blessed be the name of God”. Doctors cannot prolong lives. Go and intercede for your son, we will do our best by God’s grace”

“Giving advice when we’re not concerned is so easy” Murmured the father.

The surgery took some hours after which the doctor went out happy, “Thank God! Your son is saved!”

And without waiting for the father’s reply he carried on his way running. “If you have any question, ask the nurse!!”

“Why is he so arrogant? He couldn’t wait some minutes so that I ask about my son’s state” Commented the father when seeing the nurse minutes after the doctor left.

The nurse answered, tears coming down her face: “His son died yesterday in a road accident, he was in the burial when we called him for your son’s surgery. And now that he saved your son’s life, he left running to finish his son’s burial.”

NEVER JUDGE ANYONE because you never know how their life is and as to what is happening or what they’re going through.

In you and you alone, I find my sense of what is right and fair!!!



Verse of the Day

Since they hated knowledge and did not choose to fear the LORD ... they will eat the fruit of their ways and be filled with the fruit of their schemes.
—Proverbs 1:29,31

Thoughts on Today's Verse...

Sometimes the natural consequence of rebellion is its own justice. Rebellion ultimately produces bad fruit, and wickedness is often its own worst punishment. In the face of such a generous God as we focused upon yesterday, how could we choose to follow any other path but his? It may seem harder in the short run, but in the long run there is simply no option that compares!

My Prayer...

Father of justice and mercy, thank you for saving me by your grace. Thank you for promising to judge the world with grace, mercy, and justice. In you, and you alone, do I find my sense of what is right and fair. I cry out to you, O God, for justice and deliverance for your people who are oppressed, ridiculed, and persecuted. In Jesus' name. Amen.
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Willie Nelson - You Were Always On My Mind

GOOD MORNING!!!, I love you....


Good morning my friends, I am once again getting my morning message posted a bit late, no excuses just apologizing for being out of the "norm" the last two mornings. My G~babe is better this morning, she had fever off and on all day yesterday and slept more than not, but praise be to GOD she is better! Thanks again for all of the prayers and well wishes!

In prayer this morning as I sat outside listening to the doves that decided to come back yet another year, I thanked God for allowing me the gift of sight and hearing to enjoy his creatures. I thanked him for the gift of each of you and asked that he bless each of you this day with your needs being met, with peace in your hearts, calm in your minds and comfort in your bodies. I continued to ask for favor and mercy for all who are battling disease, for those suffering financial woes, relationship troubles, and anything that might be a trouble in our lives. I ask God to be your strength when you are weak, you knowledge when you feel you have none and your hope when all seems to be gone. I love you Father God and am here to be used in any way you see fit. I ask for mercy, grace and love always for each of us in the name of Jesus Christ, our savior and friend. Amen.

I found this story and wanted to share...positive is as positive does, I have found this to be true all of my life. Begin today by making each and every day a positive one!!



good morning, i love you
A True Story by Margie Seyfer

When I speak, I tell my audiences, "As you get out of bed each morning and stumble into the bathroom, jump-start each day with a positive attitude. Look in the mirror and say, 'Good Morning. I love you. We're going to have a great day!'"

Jill implemented this plan at home when their Sunday scramble to church had become a war. It was a fight to get her family out of bed and dressed. Yet, despite all her raving and ranting, they always arrived late, surrounded by an angry cloud of silence.

One Sunday, she tried her new affirmation. She stood over her husband's side of the bed and whispered in his ear, "Good Morning. I love you! We're going to have a great day!"

Dan opened one eye and said, "What? Are you crazy?"

She just smiled and went across the hallway to their five-year-old son's bedroom. She opened the door and repeated the greeting. Jeff rolled over and said, "You're wrong, Mom. We're going to have a bad day!"

She smiled again and went across the hallway to check on Dan. She couldn't believe it. He was already up, dressing!

She trotted back to Jeff's room. To her surprise he too was out of bed, putting on his clothes!

That Sunday was the first in a month of Sundays they arrived at church on time and still liking one another.

So Jill turned this greeting into a morning ritual. She had been especially worried about her five-year-old's negative attitude. Each morning, she woke Jeff with her new greeting, and each morning, he gave her some sort of a cynical retort.

Her worries ended when one morning, she opened his bedroom door and before she could speak, Jeff looked up at her with his big brown eyes and said, "Good Morning. I love you, Mom. We're going to have a great day!"

James Brown - I feel good

Righteous Brothers - UNCHAINED MELODY - GHOST

Oh to see others through the eyes of children before they become poisioned!!


Good evening my friends, it has been a long day and I must say a couple of attempts at a nap were foiled so I have no doubt it will be an early night for me, thanks for the many inquiries regarding my littlest G~babe, she is up and down with the fever but seems to be more alert and active. I also would like to say to my daughter.....I love you, Derek, and my sweet baby Chalmers with all of my heart! 

In prayer this evening that you have had a good day, that you have felt God's love inside of you all day and that now you are getting some special YOU time. I asked God to bless each of us with peace in our hearts, calm in our minds and comfort in our bodies, we continue to pray for the sweet lady suffering a stroke that she be given God's strength to use as her own, for the sweet frail little golden girl that I have fallen in love with, may God take the confusion and replace it with joyfilled memories, for the ones that I pray for each day suffering disease may God provide you with all needed for you to feel comfort and calm, for those who are suffering financial, relationship, troubled children and dysfunction, may God bless you with knowledge and a way to overcome the battle. I ask all of these blessings and mercies in the name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen

I read this story and literally had tears falling down my face, oh if we could be more like the children and not so opinionated and judgmental....


the pretty one
By Roger Dean Kiser

This was the last litter of puppies we were going to allow our Cocker Spaniel to have. It had been a very long night for me. Precious, our only black cocker, was having a very difficult time with the delivery of her puppies.

I laid on the floor beside her large four-foot square cage, watching her every movement. Watching and waiting just in case we had to rush her to the veterinarian.

After six hours the puppies started to appear. The first born was a black and white party dog. The second and third puppies were tan and brown in color. The fourth and fifth were also spotted black and white. "One, two, three, four, five," I counted to myself as I walked down the hallway to wake up Judy and tell her that everything was fine. As we walked back down the hallway and into the spare bedroom, I noticed a sixth puppy had been born and was now laying all by itself over to the side of the cage. I picked up the small puppy and laid it on top of the
large pile of puppies, who were whining and trying nurse on the mother.

Instantly Precious pushed the small puppy away from rest of the group and refused to recognize it as a member of her family.

"Something's wrong," said Judy.

I reached over and picked up the puppy. My heart sank inside my chest when I saw the little puppy was hare-lipped and could not close its little mouth. We had gone through this once before last year with another one of our cockers. That experience like to have killed me when the puppy died and I had to bury it. If there was any way to save this animal I was going to give it my best shot.

All the puppies born that night, with the exception of the small hare-lipped pup, were very valuable because of their unusual coloring. Most would bring between five to seven hundred dollars each. The next day I took the puppy to the vet. I was told nothing could be done unless we were willing to spend about a thousand dollars to try and correct the defect. He told us that the puppy would die mainly because it could not suckle.

After returning home Judy and I decided that we could not afford to spend that kind of money without getting some type of assurances from the vet that the puppy had a chance to live. However, that did not stop me from purchasing a syringe and feeding the puppy by hand. Which I did very day and night, every two hours, for more than ten days.

The fifth week I placed an ad in the newspaper, and within a week we had taken deposits on all of the pups, except the one with the deformity. The little guy had learned to eat on his own as long as it was soft canned food.

Late that afternoon I had gone to the store to pick up a few groceries. Upon returning I happened to see the old retired school teacher, who lived across the street from us, waving at me. She had read in the paper that we had puppies for sale and was wondering if she might buy one from us for her grandson. I told her all the puppies had been sold, but I would keep my eyes open for anyone else who might have a cocker spaniel for sale. I also mentioned we never kept a deposit should someone change their mind, and if so I would let her know. Within days all but one of the puppies had been picked up by their new owners. This left me with
one brown and tan cocker as well as the smaller hare-lipped puppy.

Two days passed without me hearing anything from the gentleman, who had placed a deposit on the tan and brown pup. So I telephoned the school teacher and told her I had one puppy left and that she was welcome to come and look at it. She advised me that she was going to pick up her grandson and would come over at about eight o'clock that evening. Judy and I were eating supper when we heard a knock on the front door. When I opened the door, the man, who had placed a $100 deposit on the dog, was standing there. We walked inside where I filled out the paperwork, he paid me the balance of the money, and I handed him the puppy.

Judy and I did not know what to do or say if the teacher showed up with her grandson. Sure enough at exactly eight o'clock the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there was the school teacher with her grandson standing behind her. I explained to her the man had come for the puppy just an hour before, and there were no puppies left.

"I'm sorry, Jeffery. They sold all the puppies," she told her grandson.

Just at that moment, the small puppy left in the bedroom began to yelp.

"My puppy! My puppy!" yelled the little boy as he ran out from behind his grandmother.

I just about fell over when I saw the small child was hare-lipped. The boy ran past me as fast as he could, down the hallway to where the puppy was still yelping. 
When the three of us made it to the bedroom, the small boy was holding the puppy in his arms. He looked up at his grandmother and said, "Look Grandma. They sold all the puppies except the pretty one, and he looks just like me."

Well, old Grandma wasn't the only one with tears in her eyes that day. Judy and I stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Is this puppy for sale?" asked the school teacher.

"My grandma told me these kind of puppies are real expensive and that I have to take real good care of it," said the little boy, who was now hugging the puppy.

"Yes, ma'am. This puppy is for sale."

The lady opened her purse, and I could see several one-hundred dollar bills sticking out of her wallet. I reached over and pushed her hand back down into her purse so that she would not pull her wallet out.

"How much do you think this puppy is worth?" I asked the boy.

"About a dollar?" He replied.

"No. This puppy is very, very expensive... More than a dollar," I told him.

"I'm afraid so." Said his grandmother.

The boy stood there pressing the small puppy against his cheek.

"We could not possibly take less than two dollars for this puppy," Judy said, squeezing my hand. "Like you said, "It's the pretty one." She continued.

The school teacher took out two dollars and handed it to the young boy.

"It's your dog now, Jeffery. You pay the man."

I think it must be a wonderful feeling for any young person to look at their selves into the mirror and see nothing, except "The pretty one."

in my heart, I do know you did these things because of loving grace....




Verse of the day

...you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God -- that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. Therefore, as it is written: "Let him who boasts boast in the Lord."
—1 Corinthians 1:30-31


Thoughts on Today's Verse...

Jesus is our righteousness, holiness, and redemption. Let's unpack those church words. Righteousness -- the ability to stand before God and be declared free from guilt. Holiness -- the character and nature that reflect the glory and sanctity of heaven. Redemption -- the gift of freedom bought at great expense. Christians aren't perfect? Hmmm! We know this is true. But, because of Jesus' loving sacrifice, we also know that in God's eyes we're righteous, holy, and redeemed. That, dear friend of Jesus, is what we call amazing grace!

My Prayer...

How can I thank you, wise and merciful Father, for the gift of Jesus? Your love in formulating the plan to send him, your sacrifice in having him become mortal, your agony when your own creations murdered him are too wonderful for understanding. But in my heart I do know that you did these things because of your loving grace and I want to thank you and praise you forever. In Jesus' name I pray. Amen.
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This I Promise You - N-Sync

OH!!!.... why don't you just Q-TIP it?????


Good morning and happy Monday, it is a hazy morning out and a damp chill seems to be in the air, it was a long night as my youngest G~babe was in the emergency with a rather high fever, the doctor's found a red throat but nothing more, the blood and urine test showed nothing, the strep test was negative...sooooo.....


In prayer this morning I prayed my normal,  usual, prayers asking God to bless each of you with your needs this day, to provide peace, calm, comfort and and the beautiful light of Christ so that all that are in contact with you have an example of goodness to follow. I asked God to bless my sweet g~babe with healing in her throat and to take the fever that has been in her body over night. I asked him to bless each of those struggling with disease and sickness that they might feel his healing hands upon them and know that he is right there, willing for them to be better. I asked mercy, grace, favor for all in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.


I read this cute little motivational writing and thought it very ingenious...Somedays I will be in need of taping a q-tip to my hand so that I don't forget!!!! God bless you all and when negative comes to play in your heart Q-TIP IT!!!


Q-Tip it!!!!

 Q-Tip a good choice for an acronym that’s going ‘round in motivational workshops these days: Quit Taking It Personally! I have a jar of those little white-tipped tools on my vanity, and every morning they remind me to use this quick-and-easy stress reduction technique: Q-Tip It! 

• The traffic jam or the flat tire, or the keys that get locked in the car are not part of a plan to ruin your day. Q-Tip It – Quit Taking It Personally!

• The keys that can never be found are just inanimate objects, and there is no moral value attributable to being able to find everything anyway. Q-Tip It!

• The computer that freezes just when you’ve got an important report to print really IS just a stupid machine. Take a deep breath and repeat the maxim about accepting the things you cannot change. Above all -- Q-Tip It!

• The supervisor who wants everything done yesterday has a problem with time management and scheduling. You’re more likely to find a constructive way to deal with this of persistent stress situation if you Q-Tip It!

• The 5 pounds you can’t seem to lose are just a ball of fat . . . not a moral failure. You know what to do – eat less, move more. So get moving . . . and Q-Tip It!

• The kids who don’t call often enough probably really ARE busy (and didn’t you raise them to be independent?). Q-Tip It!
• The colleague who consistently says you’re doing something all wrong is telling you more about her needs than about your way of doing things. Q-Tip It!

• Got a spouse (or friend, or child) who seems always to ignore things you say? Odds are she/he is hard of hearing, forgetful, or caught up in her own priorities rather than trying to drive you nuts. Q-Tip It!

• ___________________________ (Fill in your own stressors – and Q-Tip It!)

You get the picture . . . and the image, too. Stress is not what happens to us. It’s our response TO what happens. And RESPONSE is something we can choose. 

So – Q-Tip It! Let this little white-tipped tool be a memory-hook, a way to ease the your personal stress reactions, the way YOU choose to respond to the happenings of your days. When all seems to be doom and gloom, there are still positive possibilities; you just have to look for them. Too often, we only focus on the negatives.    

Dionne Warwick I Say A Little Prayer 1967 Original Million Seller

Sweet Caroline

Maybe God just knows who his people are!!!



Good evening my friends, what a lovely day it has been, a day spent with my honey, no direction just kinda doing what ever we wanted and enjoying each others relaxed company! 

In prayer this evening I prayed my normal, usual prayers, asking God to bless each of us with His peace, His comfort and His calm. I was in deep meditation and felt the need to touch on a subject that is very important to me, it is the subject of giving....I came across a little story that was perfect for what I needed to touch on. It does seem that people with nothing to give are the most giving...let us all, no matter our financial status, be mindful of those in need, it does not have to be money, it might be just your time...God wills for us to do this, let us do our part.....

play "stardust," hoagy
By Joe Edwards

That first afternoon, when I came downstairs from my third floor classroom and put my hand in my mailbox, I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

The check I expected and badly needed wasn't there.

When I turned around and asked the school secretary what happened, she informed me that the teachers weren't paid until the end of the month. This was a problem. I had four dollars in my wallet, and the end of the month was a whole month away.

My prior teaching experience had been in small town schools in Southwest Missouri, where the teachers were always given the first month's check the first day of school. Now, here in the big St. Louis Public School System, I found things worked differently.

What to do? I had come into St. Louis two weeks before as required for all new teachers to go over the course of study and had spent my little reserve. Now the four dollars I had left wouldn't even pay for my cheap motel room that night, much less buy dinner and gasoline.

I had my trumpet in the car, as I played trumpet as well as a little piano, and my first thought was to find a "gig" that night, but it was too late in the afternoon, and I didn't know the city well enough to go looking. So I did something most musicians have done at one time or another. I decided to hock my horn.

I drove downtown to an unpleasant area where the hock shops, cheap bars and winos were. I hocked my trumpet for fifteen dollars, and now I had enough money to get through the night and the next day of school, but then what?

There was a little bar next to the pawn shop. I walked in, sat at the bar and ordered a thirty five cent beer. I was the only customer, except for an old wino with a gray beard who had passed out at a back table. I sat there sipping my beer and trying to think my way out of this problem.

"You look like you lost your last friend, Sonny," said the bartender. "What's the matter?"

His name was Charlie, and he was a pleasant man about 60, which seemed quite old to me at the time. I think I was about 24. I told him what had happened, and about hocking my horn. Then I went back to staring at the old piano I had seen as I came in the door.

Charlie was watching me. "Play piano, too, do you?" he asked.

"Just a little," I replied. "I'm not very good."

A few moments went by. Pretty soon Charlie said, "Do you know "Stardust" by Hoagy Carmichael?"

That did happen to be one of the few songs I could play, and I told him so.

"Sorta wish you would play it for me," said Charlie, "That's my favorite song."

I shrugged my shoulders, went over to the piano, pulled out the bench and played "Stardust" as well as I could. It wasn't good, but Charlie loved it and laughed and clapped his hands.

"You're right," he said, "You're not very good, but that's a fine song." His brow furrowed. "You're not so bad you'd run anybody off," he said. "Tell you what, if you'll come in here every night and play, I'll rustle you up enough tips to keep you going till you get your check from school. You got a suit?"

I didn't have one, so Charlie took me to the Salvation Army store on the other side of the pawn shop and bought me an old brown suit, shiny from wear, and with very wide lapels like they wore in the forties. It was probably that old, but it fit. Charlie paid five dollars for it, the clerk threw in a tie, and since I was already wearing a white shirt -- I was set.

The customers started coming in about six, and they were a sad lot, indeed. They were all much older than I, with tattered clothes, some with shoe soles flapping, the women over made-up with too bright lipstick smeared from palsied hands. They filled the tables and the bar, and they listened to the old songs I played so badly and many got tears in their eyes.

"Whooie!" one old fellow would say, pounding his fist on the bar, "We got us a piano player! We're uptown, now, ain't we, Charlie? Whooie!"

I played the old songs I knew they loved, "Margie", "Cruising down the River", "Tea for Two", "It Had to be You" and always "Stardust."

Charlie liked to call me Hoagy, because Hoagy had written "Stardust", and all the customers loved it as well as Charlie did. Several times a night, Charlie would yell out, "Play Stardust, Hoagy," and then he would pass the tip jar and cajole the customers. "We need to help this kid out," I would hear him say, and I could sometimes hear him tell them how I didn't get my check and had to hock my horn.

About halfway through the evening, the cheap burlesque house across the street would let out, and Charley would open the door, stand in the opening, and yell out, "Play 'Stardust,' Hoagy! Play it loud!"

About the third evening when I took a short break and was standing at the bar next to an older lady wearing an old ill-fitting red dress, she spoke to me. "Honey," she said, "We haven't got the money to tip you much, but I can help some. My apartment is upstairs, and I don't come in at night. You can sleep there if you want, and you won't have to pay for a hotel room. You ain't the type to be stayin' in these old flophouses, anyway." The next night she brought me a key.

So I would teach at Central High every day, and play at Charlie's every night, and I came to know and love those unfortunate people, as they did me. When, after a month, I finally got paid, I went back to play for them one more time. This time I told Charlie not to pass the tip jar around, that I had been paid.

So that night, he just left it on the bar, but the customers put their nickels, dimes and quarters in it anyway. When I emptied it, there was a twenty dollar bill in there, too. That was probably from Charley, but I'll never know for sure.

I left a little early that night after saying goodbye to everyone and thanking them. There were tears in all their eyes - and mine. By golly, we made it... together.

I don't know what it is that makes poor folks, the down and outers, want so much to help their fellow man, and yet they're the least able to do so. As I became a good pianist in later years and played the "ritzy" clubs, I can remember playing one where all the customers were multi-millionaires, but not a one of them would have given me the scraps off his plate if I were starving.

Maybe God just knows who his people are.

The Lord your God is going before you...he will fight for you!!!



Verse of the Day

Then I said to you, "Do not be terrified; do not be afraid of them. The LORD your God, who is going before you, will fight for you, as he did for you in Egypt, before your very eyes."
—Deuteronomy 1:29-30

Thoughts on Today's Verse...

Moses began his farewell message to Israel with a reminder of their parents' refusal to obey God's word to enter the Promised Land. With his death, these Israelites will have to follow a leader other than Moses for the first time in their lives. Moses wants them to know that their real Leader hasn't changed. God had done mighty things for them in Moses' day. Now God will do mighty things in their day through Joshua. They will have more than second hand deliverance stories to tell their grandchildren. They will be eyewitnesses of God's power and faithfulness. But they would have to obey this same command their parents ignored and own a faith that their ancestors did not have!

My Prayer...

Almighty and Sovereign LORD, all glory and honor goes to you for your mighty acts to redeem, to save, to fulfill, and to bless your people throughout the ages. I ask, dear LORD, please bless your people today with faith to expect your power, hearts to obey your Word, and eyes to see that your great work is not yet done. In Jesus' name I pray. Amen.
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David Grey Be Mine

Times are tough, we must remain strong!!!!


Good morning, well almost afternoon friends, I apologize for running late with my message this morning and pray that you are not running late in your doings today! It is a beautiful day here in Utah, the "son" is shining brightly and the sky is clean and clear.

In prayer this morning I lifted each of you, asking God to bless you with his abundant love, to lead you to a place where you can make a difference in someone's life with Christ's light and to allow you promptings that you are where he needs you to be. I prayed for the sick and for the hopeless and I asked for peace, calm, comfort and knowledge for all in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen

This is the lesson for the morning and I felt it a very good share, I hope you enjoy it and that you always maintain a relationship with our Father in heaven and seek out ways to help bring others to Christ. Love to each of you...do something nice for YOU today!!!

Study Scriptures for this week’s Lesson: Jude 1:1-25

Key Verse: Jude 1:21 Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ (KJV).
  
Central Truth: Christians remain firm in the faith by means of God's grace and truth. 

Our Focus: To acknowledge and heed the biblical mandate to hold firmly to New Testament faith in Christ.
 

  Stay with the Faith

 We live in interesting times. We face wars in distant lands. Terrorists invade places we thought were safe. We confront new challenges in the workplace. We wonder if our children will be the first generation in many years to be poorer and less healthy than their parents. Jude also lived in interesting times. This letter was probably written around A.D. 66. This was the time of the persecution of Christians under Nero, a few years before the destruction of Jerusalem. The  young Church was pulled in many directions, particularly by teachings that threatened to prevent the true gospel of Christ. Jude's letter was a response to this crisis concerning the truth of the gospel of Jesus Christ.
  
Contend for the Faith
  
What does "contend for the faith" mean? To contend for something is to struggle for it, fight for it, be determined to succeed with it. Thirty years after Christ rose from the  dead, church leaders like Jude were fighting to stop false teachers from luring Christians away from the truth. We live in a different time, but in every time period, Christians can be pulled from the truth by an attractive but wrong, or false, teaching. The faith we keep is the faith "once delivered unto the saints." It is the  faith taught  in the New Testament. Here are some of the false teachings Jude warned about. They taught that what the body did had no effect on the soul, and denied that salvation is only through belief in Jesus. So they taught immoral behavior and caused some to turn from following Christ. We must contend for the faith by showing in our lives that we believe the Bible when it says, "Let every one that nameth the name of Christ depart from iniquity." We do not honor God's grace by continually sinning and then claiming that His grace is sufficient to let us do so. If we sin in this way, it only proves that we are not abiding in Christ.


Expect God's Judgments
  
Jude used three examples to show that God does judge those who are unfaithful to Him (Jude 1:5-7). The first was the people of Israel whose disobedience denied them access into the Promised Land, and they died in the desert. This example shows that even those who seem to be part of God's people face God's judgment when they are disobedient to Him. The second example was a reference to angels who rebelled against God. This shows that those who are rebellious--whether angels or people--will face God's judgment. The third example was about God's judgment on Sodom and Gomorrah. This showed that God judges people who give themselves over to sinful practices, in this case, sexual immorality. Jude said the fasle teachers followed the same course as the bad examples he had cited (verses 8-10). Jude decried the pitiful state of theses teachers (verses 11-16). They were like Cain, who sought blessing without going God's way and without concern for his brother. Many people are uneasy about the idea that there is only one true way to God. They are more comfortable in thinking that all paths lead to God. The New Testament teaches that the only true way for us to approach God is through Jesus Christ. As Christians, we must stand firm in the faith proclaimed in the Bible. 

Remember, Build, Keep, and Rescue
  
After an explanation of the false teachers, Jude closed his letter with practical advice for Christians. First, he reminded them that there have always been false teachers  (Jude 1:17-19). One sign of such teachers is that they see no problem with sinful, immoral behavior. They even boasted of it. If someone tells us that holiness is not important, that is a sign that we should not listen to such a person. Second, Jude encouraged believers to build up their faith (verse 2). How do we build faith? We keep on studying God's Word. We fellowship with other belivers who have the same goal of living to please God. We pray, which includes "praying in the Holy Ghost." Third, believers keep themselves "in the love of God." We remind ourselves that we are saved by God's mercy through Jesus. Fourth, believers work to show God's mercy to others. We share the gospel of Jesus Christ through our words and actions. In so doing, we may help rescue others from judgment. Jude closed his letter with a great doxology worth memorizing and adding to our own prayers. God loves us, and He is able to keep us in His care.

 Discipleship In Action
  
We do not want to be ignorant of the fact there are people who claim to be Christians who are teaching things that are wrong. We need to avoid teachers whose words do not conform to the truth found in God's Word, the Bible. We also need to avoid teachers whose lives do not line up with God's Word. Neither do we need to fear such teachers. God called us and he is able to keep us. Even now, God is preserving us in Christ Jesus. We live in the mercy, peace and love of God. So let us focus on maintaining our relationship with God and seek opportunities to bring others to Christ.

Lucky Jason Mraz ft Colbie Caillat Lyrics

Teary eyed~~~ A young marine restores my faith!!!



Good evening my friends, I pray your Saturday has been filled with only good things and that this night will afford you whatever it is you are in need of. 

In prayer this evening I was feeling a strong sense of the military, we pray each and every day for our soldiers, we ask fervently for God to keep them safe and to bring them home, we thank God for them and the freedoms they fight for. I ask you to join me in giving a little extra prayer this evening for them as they stand in battle, as they wonder if they will make it home to see their loved ones, as they fight for you and for me. I asked God's mercy for each of you, I asked him to bless each of us as always with peace, calm, comfort and knowledge of his truths and his promises. God we love you and we stand firm in trying to be as Christlike as we may be, please give us strength to hold fast to the rod and will to walk in the footsteps back to you. In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

I came across this story as I have had our soldiers so close in my heart today, I looked for a story that would be touching and this one had me in tears... little things such as a letter from home make such a difference...



a young marine restores my faith

A True Story by Ann Baker

It was our normal Thursday morning business meeting at our real-estate office. No big deal. Before the meeting we hung around the bagel table, as usual, with our coffee. He stood aside, looking a little shy and awkward and very young, a new face in a room full of extroverted salespeople. An average looking guy, maybe 5 feet 8 inches. A clean-cut, sweet-faced kid. I went over to chat with him. Maybe he was a new salesman?

He said he was just back from Kabul, Afghanistan. A Marine. Our office (and a local school) had been supportive by sending letters to him and other troops, which he had posted on the American Embassy door in Kabul. He stood guard

He had come to our office to thank us for our support, for all the letters during those scary times. I couldn't believe my ears. He wanted to thank us? We should be thanking him. But how? How can I ever show him my appreciation?

At the end of the sales meeting, he stepped quietly forward, no incredible hulk. As a matter of fact, he looked for all the world 15 years old to me. (The older I get, the younger they look.)

This young Marine, this clean-faced boy, had no qualms stepping up to the plate and dodging bullets so that I might enjoy the freedom to live my peaceful life in the land of the free. No matter the risk. Suddenly the most stressful concerns of my life seemed as nothing, my complacency flew right out the window with his every word. Somewhere, somehow, he had taken the words honor, courage and commitment into his very soul and laid his life on the line daily for me and us. A man of principle. He wants to do it. Relishes it. And he came to thank us? For a few letters? I fought back the tears as he spoke so briefly and softly.

He walked forward to our manager and placed a properly folded American flag in his hands. It had flown over the Embassy. He said thanks again. You could hear a pin drop. As I looked around I saw red faces everywhere fighting back the tears.

In a heartbeat, my disillusionment with young people today quickly vanished. In ordinary homes, in ordinary towns, kids like him are growing up proud to be an American and willing to die for it. Wow. We'll frame the flag and put it in the lobby. He only came to my office once, for just a few minutes. But I realize I rubbed shoulders with greatness in the flesh and in the twinkling of an eye my life is forever changed. His name is Michael Mendez, a corporal in the USMC. We are a great nation. We know because the makings of it walked into my office that day.

Ann Baker
Huntington Beach, CA

Jesus is the key...


Verse of the Day
We proclaim him [Christ], admonishing and teaching everyone with all wisdom, so that we may present everyone perfect in Christ.
—Colossians 1:28

Thoughts on Today's Verse...

The life of Jesus is transformational. The resurrection of Jesus is transformational. The Gospel of Jesus is transformational. Jesus' gift of the Spirit is transformational. The proclamation of Jesus is transformational. The work of Jesus is transformational. In other words, Jesus is the key, the center, the hub, and the heart of what we do and why we do it. Paul also reminds us that Jesus Christ is our goal.

My Prayer...

Father, please forgive me. I confess that in my zeal to help others, I have sometimes lost sight of Jesus' power to change their lives and relied on my own meager resources. As I seek to know Christ more perfectly and as I seek to be more like Christ in my daily character, please use me to lead others to him and to be like him. In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, the name above all names, I pray. Amen.
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Is life worth sustaining?



Good morning friends, it is a cold day here in Utah, 16 degrees and just a bit overcast...I am praying for a little sunshine today, it was broadcasting loud and proud yesterday which really does a body good! I pray your day is off to a great start and that you and yours have plans that include joy and laughter!

In prayer this morning I asked God for some extra special care for a young lady who had surgery yesterday to determine if she has cancer in her leg, and for a sweet lady who had a mini stroke last evening. Father in Heaven I come to you humbly on bended knees asking that you hold these two in your loving arms allowing them to feel your love, that you give them strength beyond anything we can imagine so that their bodies can be made whole again. I also continue to pray for my sweet friend's daughter who is faced with issue upon issue after being hit by a car many months ago, her battle is such a hard one, give her continued strength and will to overcome father. I prayed for the caregivers of the ones who tirelessly give of themselves each day that they be re-newed in strength this day, that they feel the reward for their selflessness and that they know how much they are loved and appreciated. I asked God to bless each of you with peace in your hearts, calm in your minds, comfort in your bodies and knowledge of his promises and his truths, in the name of our brother, Jesus Christ. Amen.

I read the following story this morning and felt it worthy of sharing, our decisions not only affect the here and now but the future, they affect lives for many years to come. Let us all be mindful of our decisions and look past our noses at the what may be! 


is life worth sustaining?
5 alive after woman makes 1 brave choice!
Incredible decision impacts generations to come!

By Chelsea Schilling
WorldNetDaily - October 10, 2009

Late one evening in 1956 after watching the movie "The Ten Commandments" in a theater, a 22-year-old woman walked home alone in the dark – but she would not make it to the house before eight young men would brutally beat and rape her in the streets.

The woman, Ann, recalled the horrifying sexual assault in a video about her experience in St. Louis, Mo.

"I walked home which was about eight blocks, and when I got close to home there was a used car lot, and there were eight men in there," she said. "They grabbed me and attacked me. And I made it home after they attacked me and beat me up and did a few other things."

A child conceived in rape

Already shaken by the traumatic sexual assault, Ann made a shocking discovery when she went to stay with her parents in Jackson, Miss.

"At that time, I didn't know I was pregnant," she said. "Three months later, I found out I was, and my parents didn't want me to have the baby, let alone keep it."

Her mother insisted that she have an abortion. But Ann adamantly refused.

"I didn't believe in destroying her, so I had her," Ann said in the video. "And they forced me to give her up."

Now that little baby, Juda Myers, is grown and shares her inspirational story of life.

"She knew I was a human," Myers told WND. "She said she couldn't kill a kitten or a puppy, much less a human baby."

A Methodist minister and a Catholic priest were instrumental in helping Ann follow through with her plan to deliver the baby. The priest took Ann to a Catholic charity in Shreveport, La., where Myers was born.

"She gave me up for adoption," Myers said. "She didn't want to do that, but under the circumstances she had to."

When Ann was recuperating in the home following childbirth, an elderly lady brought the new baby to see her. Ann held the baby often, but when Myers was only 3 months old, she was adopted by another family.

Ann was given a photograph, and it remained her only memory of her baby for 48 years.

Myers' new parents were open about the adoption and told the little girl she was adopted at a very young age.

"My adoptive parents always told me that I was very special because I had two sets of parents," she said. "They insisted on letting me know that I was loved. I did wonder why I was given up."

In 2005, almost 49 years later, Myers contacted an agency to help her find her birth mother.

"I wanted to be able to research her address and go there to thank her for giving me life," Myers said. "I wanted to be able to get those words out before she'd say, 'I don't want to have anything to do with you. Leave me alone.'

"All I wanted in life was to thank this woman for giving birth to me."

But Ann called Myers in December and left a voicemail message before Myers could acquire the address.

She said, "Hi, this is Ann, and I'm interested in what you have to say. I'm sorry I missed you. If you're my long-lost daughter, God bless you. If you're not, give me a call anyway. I'd love to know what you want. God bless you, too."

Myers immediately called Ann, but Ann could not hear her because a group was Christmas caroling in the background.

"I asked, 'Is this Ann?'" Myers recalled. "She said, 'Honey, you are going to have to speak up. I can't hear you.'"

"I shouted, 'As far as I know, I'm your daughter!'"

Ann broke into tears.

"While I was saying this, the choir was in the background singing 'Gloria,'" Myers said with a chuckle.

She arranged to fly to her birth mother's nursing home, but she was apprehensive about the reunion. Would Myers' features remind Ann of her attackers on that horrific night?

"I have bright blue eyes, and I was so afraid that my mother probably would have had brown eyes," she said. "I thought I might look like one of the rapists, and I didn't want to meet her looking like him."

But when Myers approached the reception desk, she heard, "Juda?"

"I turned around, and I saw the brightest blue eyes," she recalled. "It was just amazing to be able to see eyes that resembled mine. It was a surreal moment."

Ann sat in her wheelchair, clutching the photo of her little baby.   "She was holding that picture in her hands after 48 years," Myers said. "She had never let it go."

Message of forgiveness and life 

After speaking with her birth mother for more than an hour, Myers asked Ann about the circumstances of her conception. Ann explained that she had been raped by eight young men one night outside of a used car lot in St. Louis when she walked home from the movie. "I was on my knees, and I was crying," Myers said. "I put my head in her lap and cried."

But Ann's reaction to her daughter's weeping astonished Myers. "She just patted me and said, 'Honey, stop crying. I've forgiven those men."

She continued, "Look what God has done. He's brought you back to me. God is faithful."   When Myers returned home, she wrote a song for her mother and recorded it on a CD. She titled it "God is Faithful." 

"On Valentine's Day, which is my birthday, I went back, and I gave her that song as a gift," Myers said. "As she listened to the song, she just stared at me.

"In my entire life, I have never felt that kind of love. It was the most incredible moment."

Myers said her mother is her "hero" for forgiving her eight attackers and allowing her baby to live.

Because of Ann's decision to save the life of one baby 53 years ago, five people are alive today – including Myer's one-week-old grandbaby. She now has two sons and two grandsons.

Myers' son, Jason, daughter-in-law, Veronica,  and new grandbaby, Jackson (photo below, by Juda Myers).

Myers, a singer, songwriter, artist and author, wrote a book about her experience titled, "Hostile Conception: Living With A Purpose."

"The main thrust of the book is how to forgive any offense, because my mom forgave," she said. "I forgave."

Now, Myers shares that message, seeking to inspire people wherever she goes. She has been to South Africa and is planning a trip to orphanages in India to share her music and testimony of God's love.

She has accepted an invitation from Harvard Right to Life to speak at Harvard University on Oct. 20. Myers also plans to accompany Molly White, founder and director of Women for Life International, to the United Nation's Commission on the Status of Women's Conference.

Conceived in rape and dedicated to sharing her story of life and forgiveness, Myers urges women to choose life instead of abortion.

She told WND she has an important message for women who experience unplanned pregnancies: "If you ever find yourself in this situation, be a hero."

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Smokey Robinson - Being With You

Everyday...may we nestle~~not wrestle!!!!



Good evening my friends, I pray your day has been a wonderful one, I pray that you have given love and received love today and that your weekend plans include spending time with positive people. 

In prayer this evening I asked our Father in heaven to be with each of you in whatever you are undertaking, to be a shield of protection and to keep you safe. I thanked him for your friendship and for your taking time to read what I write. I asked him to provide us all with peace, calm and comfort, with knowledge of his truths and promises and with the will to stay on the path no matter what temptations might be placed before us. I asked him to provide us with strength to jump hurdles and to climb mountains with ease. I asked each of these favors, mercies and blessings in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

I came across this little story and was really touched by it. When I read this I could almost feel the "nestle" that is written about and I felt warmth in my heart from it. I hope you enjoy and that you will place these values in your own life...

nestle, not wrestle!


-- Author unknown

Last year I watched Billy Graham being interviewed by Oprah Winfrey on television. Oprah told him that in her childhood home, she use to watch him preach on a little black and white TV while sitting on a linoleum floor.

She went on to the tell viewers that, in his lifetime, Billy has preached to twenty-million people around the world, not to mention the countless numbers who have heard him whenever his crusades are broadcast. When she asked if he got nervous before facing a crowd, Billy replied humbly, "No, I don't get nervous before crowds, but I did today before I was going to meet with you."

Oprah's show is broadcast to twenty-million people every day. She is comfortable with famous stars and celebrities but seemed in awe of Dr. Billy Graham.

When the interview ended, she told the audience, "You don't often see this on my show, but we're going to pray." Then she asked Billy to close in prayer. The camera panned the studio audience as they bowed their heads and closed their eyes just like in one of his crusades.

Oprah sang the first line from the song that is his hallmark "Just as I am, without a plea," misreading the line and singing off'-key, but her voice was full of emotion and almost cracked.

When Billy stood up after the show, instead of hugging her guest, Oprah's usual custom, she went over and just nestled against him. Billy wrapped his arm around her and pulled her under his shoulder. She stood in his fatherly embrace with a look of sheer contentment.

I once read the book "Nestle, Don't Wrestle" by Corrie Ten Boom. The power of nestling was evident on the TV screen that day. Billy Graham was not the least bit condemning, distant, or hesitant to embrace a public personality who may not fit the evangelistic mold. His grace and courage are sometimes stunning.

In an interview with Hugh Downs, on the 20/20 program, the subject turned to homosexuality. Hugh looked directly at Billy and said, "If you had a homosexual child, would you love him?" Billy didn't miss a beat. He replied with sincerity and gentleness, "Why, I would love that one even more."

The title of Billy's autobiography, "Just As I Am," says it all. His life goes before him speaking as eloquently as that charming southern drawl for which he is known.

If, when I am eighty years old, my autobiography were to be titled "Just As I Am," I wonder how I would live now? Do I have the courage to be me? I'll never be a Billy Graham, the elegant man who draws people to the Lord through a simple one-point message, but I hope to be a person who is real and compassionate and who might draw people to nestle within God's embrace.

Do you make it a point to speak to a visitor or person who shows up alone at church, buy a hamburger for a homeless man, call your mother on Sunday afternoons, pick daisies with a little girl, or take a fatherless boy to a baseball game?

Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you look when you're looking for what's beautiful in someone else?

Billy complimented Oprah when asked what he was most thankful for; he said, "Salvation given to us in Jesus Christ" then added, "and the way you have made people all over this country aware of the power of being grateful."

When asked his secret of love, being married fifty-four years to the same person, he said, "Ruth and I are happily incompatible."

How unexpected. We would all live more comfortably with everybody around us if we would find the strength in being grateful and happily incompatible.

Let's take the things that set us apart, that make us different, that cause us to disagree, and make them an occasion to compliment each other and be thankful for each other. Let us be big enough to be smaller than our neighbor, spouse, friends, and strangers.

Every day, may we "Nestle, not Wrestle!"

Almighty God, please help me to value each person I meet today!!!



Verse of the Day
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.
—Genesis 1:27

Thoughts on Today's Verse...

We are made in God's image. Not just the man. Not just the woman. Both male and female are made in God's image! Incredibly, this is not just true before the Fall. When God made us in the womb of our mothers (Psalm 139:13-16), he made us in his image (Genesis 9:6). Because people are precious to God, because we reflect something of the character of our Creator, each person is to be valued. None is to be denigrated, belittled, or cursed (James 3:9-12). People are precious, not only to God, but also to us because in some special way they reflect his image.

My Prayer...

Almighty Creator, please help me value each person I meet today because I am consciously aware that you have individually made them to reflect your character and nature. At the same time, bless me with spiritual growth as I consciously submit myself to your Spirit as you transform me to be more like you each day. In Jesus' name I pray. Amen.

♥Colbie Caillat - Bubbly (lyrics)♥

Let me be slow to judge and quick to forgive...


Happy Friday morning my friends, it is a bright sun shiny day out, I love the "son" shining on my face and warming my heart!!! 

In prayer this morning as I sat allowing the warmth of the sun to shower down on me, I thanked God for the gift of you in my life, I thanked Him for allowing every day to be a new chance at getting things done correctly and I thanked him for letting me be a part of it. I thanked him for his patience with me, I thanked him for the strength that he affords me each day and I praised his Holy name for all the good things in my life. I prayed for peace in our hearts, for calm in our minds and comfort in our bodies. I continued to pray for miracles of healing for all who are suffering with disease and sickness. I asked Him to bless each of us with answered prayers this day. I asked all of these favors in the name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

I came upon this "inspiring prayer" this morning and thought it might be just what we need for today. I know that I get caught up in the rush of the day at times and the me, me, me and tend to forget that others are pludging through the same muddy field that I am!


an inspiring prayer
-- Author Unknown

Heavenly Father, help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and spend a few precious moments with her children.

Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can't make change correctly is a worried 19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.

Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.

Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together.

Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us, the greatest gift is love. It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts not to just those who are close to us, but to all humanity. Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and love.

Genesis - That's All

Jason Mraz -I'm Yours (live)

angels among us!!!


Good evening, can you believe it is already Thursday? Today has been another melancholy day for me, I think it is the weather, we have a bit of sunshine in the morning and before noon it is hazy and heavy. I know me, I am a sunshine person!

In prayer tonight I lifted prayer and thanked God for all of the love he has for me, I thanked him for giving his only son as proof that he loved me, and I thanked him for paving a way for me to return home and to live with him in peace forevermore. I asked him to bless you with answered prayers and with warmth in heart. I asked for peace, calm and comfort for all in the name of his son, our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen

I came across this little story and it touched my heart deeply, there are angels among us all we need do is be receptive to them. God bless each of you! 

three yellow roses 
Author Unknown

I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 37 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.

Rudy often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. Rudy knew I loved yellow roses.

With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since Rudy had passed on. Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.

Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how Rudy had loved his steak. Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blond, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large pack of T-bones, dropped them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks.

She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know." I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes. "My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her. Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together." She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.

I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. A quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream section near the front of the store. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone. I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front.

I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept walking towards me, her eyes holding mine. As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes.

"These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms."When you go through the line, they'll know these are paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again.

I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away, tears clouding my vision. I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know? Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone.

"Oh, Rudy, you haven't forgotten me, have you?" I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.

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Father, help me to see all the beauty of your creation.



Verse of the Day

Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the earth, and over all the creatures that move along the ground."
—Genesis 1:26

Thoughts on Today's Verse...

While we are creatures made by a loving Creator, we are so much more than animals. There is something distinctive and special about a human being compared with the rest of creation. God made us to rule over the animal world. But rule does not mean ruin! Since creation is part of God's testimony to himself (Psalm 19 & Romans 1:20), then we certainly don't want to ruin that testimony. In fact, being made in God's likeness, we want to rule with the grace, benevolence, and care that God himself uses.

My Prayer...

Father, help me see all the beauty of your creation. Guard me from wastefulness. Guide me into the proper use of the natural resources with which you have so generously blessed me. Most of all, direct my decisions in the way I impact your creation. May my lifestyle and my personal life never damage the beauty of your voice in my world. In Jesus' name I pray. Amen.

She's Got A Way - Billy Joel - Lyrics

Do you need a serotonin boost? give this a try and see if it really works:)



Good morning and blessings this beautiful day. I pray your morning is off to a good start and that the entire day follows suit. Smile and lift someone's spirits today. God loves it when we share the light of Christ! 

In prayer this morning I prayed for you and yours, I thanked God for the gift of seeing the birds and doves returned back for the spring and summer, I thanked God for the present of you in my life, and for my family who I love so much. I continue to pray for the sweet little Golden Girl who is frailed by age, that today she might be clear in thought. I asked God to bless each of us with love, with peace, with calm and with comfort. I asked all of these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

purple glove movement 
By Kate Duffy

It was 20 degrees at 7 am on that Monday morning in Harvard Square. I was mad that I had just missed the bus, and was standing out in the freezing cold, waiting for the next one.

I had been called for jury duty, and was headed to the courthouse to ask for a postponement since my husband was in the hospital about to have surgery. My mind was filled with anxiety and negative thoughts. "Why didn't I leave two minutes earlier?" "What if they don't let me postpone?" "What could go wrong with my husband's surgery?" "Will I get to him before it starts?"

Among the others at the bus stop was a woman in her 50's wearing a dowdy hat, an old pair of boots and a dark coat, but she had no gloves. Another woman who looked to be in her mid 20's approached the older woman and said, "Your hands must be freezing cold. You'll get frostbite in this weather." She dropped her heavy backpack to the ground at the feet of the older woman, bent down, and began rummaging around inside her pack. The older woman looked down and said, "Oh no, that's OK, I'm fine."

The younger woman continued to toss things around in her backpack and the older woman kept repeating, "Don't go to any trouble, I'll be fine." After what seemed like many minutes, the younger woman pulled out a tangled mess of bright purple yarn, and inside was a pair of purple gloves. She took the older woman's hands and gently placed a glove on each hand, covering one finger at a time. It was like watching a play. The older woman said "Thank you, you're so sweet."

Observing this act of kindness gave me this amazing, warm feeling inside. You see, I knew from one of the Attitude Vitamin calls that both the giver and receiver of an act of kindness, as well as anyone who observes the act, experience an increase in their serotonin levels. Not only does the serotonin make you feel good, but it also strengthens your immune system. It's amazing to me that just by watching or hearing about someone doing something nice for another person, you're improving your health and strengthening your immune system.

So as cold as I was, I knew that the longer the digging in the backpack went on, the more serotonin we were all getting! Just five minutes earlier, I was aggravated and feeling sorry for myself, and I was able to replace those feelings with hope, optimism, and confidence. It confirmed my belief that we really do control our attitude.

I'm sharing this story with all of you because I want to raise your serotonin and bring you good health. It also motivated me to go out and buy 5 pairs of bright purple gloves to have in my bag, just in case I run into someone in need on a cold day.

Sweet Home Alabama Lynyrd Skynyrd

when you worry and hurry through your day...it is like an unopened gift...thrown away!!!


Good evening friends, it has been such a long day, I cannot tell you why is seems to be so long, just that it feels it has gone on and on, and on. I pray your day has been a good one and that you and yours are now relaxing and able to spend time together.

In prayer this evening I asked God to bless those who are suffering loss today, I cannot begin to imagine losing my Wayde or one of our children, I cannot even begin to know how that type of pain would feel. I asked God to bless them with his loving comfort and reveal to them that this is not goodbye, it is merely "until we meet again" Father hold this family in your arms and allow them you strength as they begin to make plans for the funeral. I asked God to give a special blessing to a sweet golden girl who has become frail with age, who is suffering so with confusion and weakness, may she feel comforted and calmed, may her caregiver be stilled in the turmoil and allowed to feel the sheer love that is being poured upon her in so many prayers and so many thoughts.I asked God to bless my friend who has just lost her baby and is now suffering with blood clots, she has just gone back to the hospital with a clot thought to be around her heart, Father place your healing hands upon her and take this clot condition from her body, make her strong and healed.  I asked God to continue to bless my baby girl as her own baby grows inside her, I asked God to bless each of us with his peace, his calm and his comfort. In the name of Jesus Christ I ask all of these blessings. Amen

So many times in life we do not take time to smell the roses, we do not take time for the small stuff when in reality these are the things that life is all about...

hear the music
Author Unknown

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word "refrigeration" mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, "How about going to lunch in a half hour?" She would gas up and stammer, "I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain." And my personal favorite: "It's Monday." She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches... We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Stevie toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of "I'm going to," "I plan on," and "Someday, when things are settled down a bit."

When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

Now... go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to do... not something on your ‘SHOULD DO’ list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow." And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say "Hi"?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift... Thrown away... Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.