02.02.20 Meeting our Lord in Heaven

This is my VERY favorite picture of what it might possibly be like seeing God for the first time in Heaven!

Most pics of God are sweet and humbling. I get it. But this!

This is exactly how I want to run into His arms and say “It’s YOU! It’s really YOU! Oh how I LOVE YOU!”

It totally captures how I picture my first few moments in Heaven! Whoo hoo!!


Knowing this is what will happen when I die, helps me cope with the knowledge that this life will end. When that moment comes I will get to experience all this picture conveys. Eternity is a long time, like “an eternity!” I’ll get to live eternally with my God and I just had to share this picture with ya’ll.

Oh how I want this very thing for all of you! My life here on earth is not perfect, mostly my doing, but some of it is God teaching me through trials and hard times. After this earthly life is over, I know I will spend eternity in Heaven and that makes my heart so happy with smiles!

Do you have that assurance?

I hope ya’ll have a Blessed week!

12.19.19 ARE YOU READY FOR THE END? BY BILLY GRAHAM

I was brought up learning about God from Billy Graham.

My parents, preacher, youth ministers, choir ministers, Sunday School and Training Union teachers also fed my young heart that was eager to learn but Billy Graham was special. No one told it so clearly and so personally like Billy Graham did. In our home, there was never any discussion about whether we would watch Billy Graham preach when one of his crusades came on television.

If you’re not a Christian I hope this video of one of Mr. Graham’s sermons speaks to your heart. If you are a Christian I hope you are lifted up in your beliefs!

I am so thankful for the messages Billy Graham left on my heart and that his ministry goes forward with his son Franklin Graham and others in the Graham family.

Ya’ll have a Blessed Christmas!

12.17.19 Will never die, by Susan Adams Moffett

If you only hear one thing from the gospel of John this Christmas season, lean in and listen closely.

Because of Jesus, because of that baby born in a manger who was God Himself, because of His life and death and resurrection, we have eternal life.

We will never die.

Sorrow and grief from a loved one no longer here with us in this life? Yes.

Assurance that, since believing in Jesus, they are more alive than ever in His presence? Yes.

Confidence that what happens after this life is not frightening or final? Yes.

Be assured friend, Jesus came for this!

Written by Susan Adams Moffett. Other writings of hers can be found on her facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/susan.a.moffett

12.14.19 Gracefully Broken, by My Journey with Jesus

Not written by me but I love every word of it!

I recently read something on the internet that blessed my soul, and I wanted to share it with you. A young man had a ‘God Moment’ after witnessing an incident at a store. God moments are awesome. It’s that moment that God speaks to you in some unique way and you have to look up and say, “I know that was You, God!” So here is one of those times. (Warning, you may need tissues.)

I was in Dollar Tree last night, and there was a lady and two kids behind me in the LONG line.

One was a big kid, and the other one was a toddler. The bigger one had a pack of glow sticks, and the toddler was screaming for them.

The Mom opened the pack and gave him one which stopped his tears. He walked around with it smiling; but then the bigger boy took it, and the toddler started screaming again.

Just as the Mom was about to fuss, the older child bent the glow stick and handed it back to the toddler. As we walked outside at the same time, the toddler noticed that the stick was now glowing; and his brother said, “I had to break it so that you could get the full effect from it.”

I almost ran, because l could hear God saying to me, “I had to break you to show you why I created you. You had to go through it so you could fulfill your purpose.”

That precious child was happy just swinging that “unbroken” glow stick around in the air, because he didn’t understand what it was created to do – which was “glow”.

There are some people who will be content just “being,” but some of us that God has chosen… we have to be “broken.”

We have to get sick.

We have to lose a job.

We go through a divorce.

We have to bury our spouse, parents, best friend, or our child…

In those moments of desperation, God is breaking us. But… when the breaking is done, then we will be able to see the reason for which we were created.

So when you see us glowing, just know that we have been broken but healed by His Grace and Mercy!

Oh yes, I cried as I read this because it was something my soul needed at that moment.

Then I thought of Jesus, who was more broken than anyone, as He was beaten, flogged, spit upon, mocked and nailed to a cross, bleeding and suffering, almost unrecognizable. He was crushed in body and spirit as all the sin of the world was on Him. The perfect one who knew no sin, had become sin on that cross, your sin and mine, from the beginning of time until He makes all things new.

Even God, The Father, had to turn away, causing Jesus to cry out, My God, why hast Thou forsaken me!

And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” that is, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” Matthew 27:46

Yes, Jesus was broken, BUT with His brokenness, Salvation was offered to every person on earth. Think about it. What if Jesus, as fully man, changed His mind and didn’t want to go through with The Fathers plan? Remember His agony in the garden of Gethsemane? Luke 22:42 “Father, if it is Your will, take this cup away from Me; nevertheless not My will, but Yours, be done.”

Where would we be had He not said, “Never the less, Your will be done. “

We would still be lost, without hope. Jesus’ brokenness brought eternal salvation to the entire world. Through His brokenness, He defeated sin and death, offering us forgiveness and eternal life. Your brokenness will fulfill a plan for which you were created as well. Believe me, I know suffering is probably the hardest thing we can go through, no matter what causes it. But know this. God has a plan. Submit to His will for your life, and you will discover the amazing things He can do though you.

YOU ARE LOVED!

I could not find the author of the story that includes Dollar Tree. The author of the rest of this article is known as Sheree. Other articles like this can be found at her web page: https://myjourneywithjesus2017.com/

You all have a Blessed Weekend!

 

09.01.19 Please, please, please read this one, take your time and think

When I read this story, written by someone else who is unknown, it brought back so many memories of my own childhood and teen years. Even the years that Roy and I were raising our two sons. Life wasn’t all sunshine and roses back then but it was so very different than what I see in many families these days. My heart grows sad when seeing how far families and some of our country have grown away from the life we enjoyed growing up.

I was raised during a time when most everyone treated each other with respect. We didn’t eat a lot of fast food because it was considered a treat, and not a basic food group. We drank Kool-Aid or iced Tea made from water that came from our kitchen tap. We ate bologna sandwiches and peanut butter sandwiches, but mostly we ate homemade meals consisting of meat, potatoes, beans, & vegetables.

We ate breakfast at the table before going to school.

We had no cable TV or remote control, Dad used Me as the remote. We had just a few channels that you had to manually turn a large knob on the TV to switch channels, no microwave, or cell phones. and no computers. We watched TV as a family. Gunsmoke, Gilligan’s Island, Wonderful World of Disney, Bonanza, Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom, Little House on the Prairie and Love Boat.

After school, we came home and did homework and watched the Brady Bunch, did some chores and watched some cartoons, American Bandstand on Saturday morning, or listened to Casey Kasem’s American Top 40 on the radio.

Our fun was finishing chores and dinner so we could go outside to go to play with the neighborhood kids. We were inside at dark for bath and bedtime!

If we were bad in school, you got in trouble first there. When we got home, we got in trouble again (because your parents already knew). Paddling was allowed in school and you behaved yourself or else.

We LEARNED FROM our parents and grandparents instead of disrespecting them and treating them as if they knew nothing. What they said was the gospel. We were told to go play and we stayed out of our parent’s hair as we were told that children should be seen and not heard.

If someone had a fight, that’s what it was – a fistfight and you were back to being friends a few days later and the bullying pretty much ceased. Kids that were around guns were taught how to properly use them and to respect them and never thought of taking a life.

We ate around the dinner table and talked to each other as a family unit. We said the Pledge of Allegiance, stood for the National Anthem and we listened to our teachers.

We watched what we said around our elders because we knew If we DISRESPECTED any grown-up we would get our butts whipped. It wasn’t called abuse, it was called discipline!

We held open doors, carried groceries and gave up our seat without being asked. “Please, Thank you, Yes M’am and Yes, Sir” were part of our daily vocabulary!

We didn’t hear curse words on the radio in songs or TV, and if you cursed and got caught you had a bar of soap stuck in your mouth and had to stand in the corner for quite some time.

We grew up with good, God-loving families.

Life seemed easier with less stress when we were kids. It seems that we complicate life when we become adults.

Thank You to our parents for showing us how to adapt to change and take responsibility seriously.

Wouldn’t it be nice if it were possible to get back to this way of life? If this brought back cherished memories you are Blesssed!

Can I get an Amen? Getting back to these things with our families and friend can be part of what “Making American Great Again” is about.

Ya’ll have a Blessed Week!

 

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08.23.19 A Quiet Thought, Chemistry and Physics by Rev. Bob Adams

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God alone is maker of the chemistry and physics of this universe, and thus of all life.

Mass has gravity because God created that law. It didn’t just happen.

Trees draw water from their tiny root fibers up to the little leaf on the top branch because God created the physics that cause that drawing upward.

The mysterious energy of light exist because God called it forth.

God’s breath is behind the chemical impulses that cause the tiny ant and the great elephant to move, to breath, to exist.

Learned people may tell us what those chemical transactions are, but they cannot tell us WHY they are.

That a periodic table of elements exist is true, but why does it exist?

The nerve endings in my body carry tiny electrical currents at unimaginable speeds and in untold numbers.

Because of these impulses I move and sit and stand and see and cry and speak and constantly rebuild my body.

With each passing day studious scientist describe more of these impulses and chemical reactions that are you and me.

Sometimes they conclude that is what we are . . . elements and chemistry.

In this conclusion they stop short and fail to ask: why are these elements me and why do these chemical laws exist?

Everything I see, and the fact that I see, and the fact that I am – all this shouts the glory and continuing presence of God who is beyond our highest thoughts.

And He knows us and loves us, actually loves us.

Let us worship Him!

Thank you Rev. Bob Adams for another thought provoking message.

 

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08.07.19 The Peanut Butter Story, Author Unknown

 

This is a true story. It is a story of God and His Faithfulness in ALL things.

And now – THE PEANUT BUTTER STORY

During a season of my life when I was a single mother and struggling financially, one of my daughters came and asked what might seem like a simple request. She said, “It’s been a while since we’ve had any peanut butter. Could we get some?” I told her I’d see what I could do about that and she went off to bed.

Well, I remember laying on the couch and crying like a baby because I knew there was no money to buy peanut butter with. I had a good old fashioned pity party. I cried out to God and told Him how unfair it was that my children had to do without such a simple request over circumstances that were not their fault. I told Him I felt ashamed to question Him and complain when we certainly had not gone hungry. Many friends and church family had been faithful to help us. God had shown His faithfulness time and time again.

I told Him it surely would be nice to be able to go to the store and get not only our needs but also a few “wants”, like peanut butter! I cried myself to sleep feeling like a failure as a mother. (The peanut butter was just the straw that pushed me over the edge of much financial stress)

The next morning I got up to go run the Meals on Wheels route that I worked that summer. I took one of the girls with me every day so I would have some special time with the daughter who went for that day. The same one went with me that day who had asked about the peanut butter.

We got to one of the houses and the sweet little lady who lived there asked if I could wait a minute after we had given her the meal. She went into her house and came back with a can in her hands. She then preceded to say “I went yesterday to get my commodities and they had this can of peanut butter in my box. Well, I don’t buy peanut butter because it gives me “the gas”. I love it but it sure doesn’t love me! Well, I kept thinking about this can of peanut butter in my cabinet last night and I got up and ate a spoon full. Let me tell you – that spoon full of peanut butter kept me up all night! When I got up this morning, I thought, I’ve got to get that stuff out of my house! Then I thought about you and your little girls coming by here every day. I don’t want to offend you by offering you an opened can with a spoon mark in it, but I figured kids all love peanut butter. Would you mind having this can of peanut butter?”

I’m sure she wondered why I was crying before she could even finish her question! Absolutely, we would love to have such a precious gift! In that moment it was more valuable than a can full of gold! Sure, a can of gold would have bought a house full of groceries, but not the lesson my children and I learned that day and that we have never forgotten.

God does hear our prayers, He hears our heart cries. He hears a little girl say “can we get some peanut butter” when there’s no money to buy it.

That little lady could have given us a loaf of bread or a bag of potatoes. But it would not have been the miracle that God wanted us to have. It would have been appreciated but not something that I would remember so vividly 20 years later.

My God is an awesome God and He cares about me personally. He cares about you too. Bring your needs and your concerns to Him. He will show you how big, and loving, and able He is.

I’ve just always felt bad that the poor little lady had “the gas” all night to get our miracle to us!

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07.16.19 Grandpa’s Hands

My grandfathers both died before I was born so I didn’t know either of them.  However, my sons were blessed to have one of their grandfather, Vivian Traylor, as part of their lives when they were young men. He was such a wise, gentle, Godly man.  When reading this I could imagine him sitting with one of my sons and having this conversation.  How I wish we had more time with him but God was ready for him to go home.  We’ll see him again one day and what a beautiful day that will be!
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Grandpa’s Hands

Grandpa, some ninety plus years old, sat feebly and crooked on the patio bench. He didn’t move and just sat there with his head down, staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him, he didn’t acknowledge my presence.

The longer I sat, I wondered if he was okay. Finally, not really wanting to disturb him, but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked, “Are you okay, Grandpa?”

He raised his head and looked at me and smiled.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he said in a clear strong voice. “Thank you for asking,”

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, Grandpa,” I explained to him, “But you were just sitting here staring at your hands, and I wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.”

“Have you ever looked at your hands?” he asked in his shaking voice, . . . “I mean really looked at your hands?”

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands, as I tried to figure out the point he was trying to make.

Grandpa smiled and related this story to me:

“Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have and how they have served you well throughout your years. My hands, though wrinkled, shriveled, and weak, have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out to grab and embrace life’s opportunities and adversities.

They braced and caught me when as a toddler when I had continued to fall upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and pulled clothes over my back. As a child, my mother had taught me to fold these hands in prayer.

They tied my first shoes when I was young and pulled on my boots when I found my first job. Then later they held my rifle while they wiped my tears away when I left your grandmother to go off to war to defend our country.

They have been dirty, scraped raw, swollen, and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. With one finger decorated with a wedding band, they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.

They wrote the letters home and walked your mother down the isle. And they trembled and shook when I had to buried my parents and later your grandmother. Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out of a foxhole and lifted a plow off of my best friend’s leg.

They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook their fingers in a fist when some people called me an extremist for flying the American flag on my home. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, and dried and raw.

And to this day when not much of anything else of me really works well, these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the mark of where I’ve been and the ruggedness of the life I’ve had to live.

But more importantly, it will be these hands that God will reach out to and take when He soon leads me home. And with these hands, He will lift me to His side, and there I will use these hands to touch the face of His son.”

Since hearing his words, I have never looked at my hands the same way again. But I remember when God later reached out and took my grandpa’s hands and led him home.

Now when my hands are hurt or sore, or when I stroke the face of my children and wife, I think of grandpa’s words of gentle, loving wisdom to take nothing for granted . . . even these hands.

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