HARVEST MOON

So enjoyed this blog. Gave me goosebumps. The wonders of our God are so awesome!

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IMG_3415 The cicadas serenade in unison as I sit on my deck and enjoy the splendor of a September Harvest moon. A cool autumn breeze caresses my skin as a gentle reminder that summer has come to an end. Leaves will soon turn colors and wistfully fall from the trees as a final farewell to an Indian summer.

Enveloped in the darkness of the night skies, a quiet sadness overtakes me and I mourn in silence the loss of my dad; it will be six years next week. There are no tears left for me to cry, I have only the loneliness of this moment and treasured memories not forgotten.

The moonlight casts shadows that seem to dance in the darkness of the night. I listen intently for my dad to whisper words to comfort me; I hear nothing. Perhaps the cicadas have drowned out his voice. And so, I do…

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Failure is Not Fatal

When I was a child my sister use to repeat to me the ole adage, “If at first you don’t succeed, try try again.” Never mind your failure keep on going and keep on trying. The greatest failure of all is not trying. Everybody fails. Everybody makes mistakes. Welcome to the human race. There are benefits to failure. It is not fatal. God uses failure to educate us. Mistakes are learning experiences. There are some things we can only learn by failure. “A man who refuses to admit his mistakes can never be successful” (Proverbs 20:30, GN).

God uses our failure to change us. Proverbs tells us that sometimes it takes a painful situation to make us change our ways. Maybe God is trying to get your attention and take you in a new direction.

God uses our failures to build character Failure has a way of softening our hearts. It helps us grow up and be mature. It causes us to be sensitive to others that might have failed.

A Garden is a Poem

One charming thing about gardening is that the gardener can make their own rules as each plant is carefully positioned in place. No two gardens are alike. Each garden is an expression of the gardeners personality,  just as a poem is an individual creation. A garden expresses something about ones personality whether it be happy, carefree, perfectionist or possibly a melancholy.

There are many different kinds of flowers in my garden, but each plant or bloom has its own specific beauty. The uniqueness of each flower helps me to appreciate the God that designed them. Also, it gives to me an object lesson of how God enjoys variety. If every flower were exactly alike how boring my garden would be.

This reminds me of our wonderful God and how he has designed variety in living humanity. God has made each one of us original. Think of it!  When God made you, He threw away the pattern! Even your very fingerprints are unique. Over four billion people in the world and not one of them have a fingerprint like yours. You are special!

You have emerged as God’s special handiwork with your own special traits and skills. You do not look, think, feel, speak, walk or even write exactly like anybody else. That is awesome!

Wow!  No wonder David said in Psalms 139:13-16, “For Thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are Thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from Thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; and in Thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.”

THE REFINER’S FIRE

The Refiner’s Fire: A Lesson of Life’s Trials

The following story is a great example of how the Lord teaches and molds us through life’s trials.There was a group of women in a Bible study on the book of Malachi. As they were studying chapter three, they came across verse three which says: “He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.” (Malachi 3:3) This verse puzzled the women and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God.

One of the women offered to find out about the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible study. That week this woman called up a silver smith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn’t mention anything about the reason for her interest in silver beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver. As she watched the silver smith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities. The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot–then she thought again about the verse, that he sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.

She asked the silver smith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left even a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed. The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silver smith, “How do you know when the silver is fully refined?”

He smiled at her and answered, “Oh, that’s easy–when I see my image in it.”

If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has His eye on you.

Author unknown

 

LOVE IN CHARGE

Character does not reach its best until it is controlled, harnessed, and disciplined. The goal of God’s creative ability is to work in us and shape us into the image of Jesus Christ. So, for the Christian, self control is actually Christ controlled. The impulses of human nature can only be controlled by a force stronger than themselves. Paul puts it like this, “I am controlled by the love of Christ” (I Cor. 5:14 Moffatt).

A fire out of control will destroy everything in its path. An automobile out of control will endanger other drivers on the highway. An individual out of control can be just as dangerous because relationships will be destroyed and everything that is noble and right will become lopsided and destruction will be far reaching.

A fire, when restricted and put in its proper boundaries is very comforting. It will give warmth to our homes in the cold of winter. Our food may be cooked with fire. Fire can be extremely helpful to us. But beware! When a fire rages out of its bounds, it will be brutal. So it is when a human being rages out of control. Destruction follows.

The last fruit of the Spirit in Galatians 5 is the word self control Galatians 5:23, “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control. Against such things there is no law.” The word, self control covers a vast area of emotions. It implies controlling the spirit, body and mind.. Self control is not just a control of wrong desires but it covers surrendering of ourselves to a Kingdom government; the Kingdom of our Lord Jesus Christ. Paul tells us in 2 Timothy 1:7, For God did not give us the spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.” (NIV) Only the indwelling Christ can give us that kind of self control. Peter puts it like this in 2 Peter 2:19, “They promise them freedom, while they themselves are slaves of depravity – for a man is a slave to whatever has mastered him”(NIV) The term, whatsoever depicts a broad scope of our human nature

Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances.

A Garden is a Poem

 

 One charming thing about gardening is that the gardener can make their own rules as each plant is carefully positioned in place. No two gardens are alike. Each garden is an expression of the gardeners personality,  just as a poem is an individual creation. A garden expresses something about ones personality whether it be happy, carefree, perfectionist or possibly a melancholy.

There are many different kinds of flowers in my garden, but each plant or bloom has its own specific beauty. The uniqueness of each flower helps me to appreciate the God that designed them. Also, it gives to me an object lesson of how God enjoys variety. If every flower were exactly alike how boring my garden would be.

This reminds me of our wonderful God and how he has designed variety in living humanity. God has made each one of us original. Think of it!  When God made you, He threw away the pattern! Even your very fingerprints are unique. Over four billion people in the world and not one of them have a fingerprint like yours. You are special!

You have emerged as God’s special handiwork with your own special traits and skills. You do not look, think, feel, speak, walk or even write exactly like anybody else. That is awesome!

Wow!  No wonder David said in Psalms 139:13-16, “For Thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are Thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from Thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; and in Thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.”

 

THE MONSTER IS DEAD

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Today, I share one of my daddy’s writings.
It is an excerpt from an April 1998 sermon. coffin

Let me share with you a story I recently read in one of the history books in my library. It was about a man named William Knibbs and how on July 3l, 1838, on the Island of Jamaica, he gathered 10,000 slaves for a great praise gathering. They were celebrating the New Emancipation Proclamation Act that would abolish slavery on the island.

They had built an immense coffin and into it were placed whips, branding irons, chains, fetters of all kinds, slave garments and all the things that represented the terrible slavery system that was now coming to a welcomed end.

At the first stroke of the midnight bell, Knibbs shouted out, “The monster is dying.” At each stroke of the bell that followed this cry was repeated and the great crowd began to…

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