A very wonderful Christmas to all! This Christmas has meant something different to me than other before. We all think about the beginning of the Christmas story, but what about the end? No, I am not talking about the journey back to Nazareth, but rather about the Journey to Golgotha. I have been reading the book of Matthew recently, with different eyes. It felt like I was living along with it. Watching Him grow up as a child, taking on His Father's work... I was growing closer as I watched events unfolding, one by one. The healings physical and spiritual, the miracles, the showing of infinite unmatchless Love. Than they took Him into captivity, mocked Him, SPIT on Him! They degraded Him.... the Innocent. And He took it all. Without retaliation. And than He died... and bore our sins. He BORE our sins. He took upon Himself the blame, the humiliation, the shame, the sinfulness, the wretchedness of OUR sins, and not just one persons. Take all the people who ever lived and will live, take all that sin, allll the blame, humiliating wretchedness, shame, take it all and put it together on one Man. That's what Jesus did, for me. He did it for you. As this came clearly to my eyes... I felt so unworthy. Jesus did it for me. And in turn we have the gift, The Gift of Salvation. Can I actually accept it? Can I actually receive it, the Gift of Forgiveness, Acceptance, from Him? Please do. Accept and think on the best Christmas Gift of all. On His Birth, He began to give us.... The Ultimate Gift.
To me, THIS is the Christmas Story.
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
His Plan
Living life. Life is so amazing. Life hands us so many things. So much joy. wonderstruckness :) so many things. When life is joyful and sparkling and fun and happy we are happy. We love life... or at least I do. But unfortunately or (on the other hand) fortunately life does not hand happiness to us on a silver platter. The real Happiness is God. and when things don't go my way is when i need to focus on the Plan, when I need to focus on the Maker of Happiness. Although Life throws curveballs at us at times it is essential to remember that God always sees the bigger scope. We cannot always see His Plan and it takes an enduring trust to continue. God has a beautiful ending for our story, but only if we let Him write it. And it takes humbleness to let Him write it. I want to think that I can write my story. I want to think that I can start and end each chapter. and... to a certain extent i can. But the author is not me.... no it is God or the Evil One. Who am I, who are YOU letting write your story? To be able to trust God so infinitely that He writes my story in the completeness would be wonderful. I try. but. it is hard. why not tho? why not give Him full ownership and control of the Pen? Let Him write your story. I want to.because, He has created me. So, He has also created, His Plan...
Monday, June 4, 2012
Who God Wants Me To Be
Sunday, April 22, 2012
My Walk... and Other Thoughts
As she slowly walked, a gentle breeze riffled through her hair... catching her clear tinkling laugh, tossing it in the air. Looking at her you would see that she was walking with someone, a special friend from the looks of it. She was walking hand in hand with him, and her face portrayed feelings of pure undiluted joy. They continued walking, talking and enjoying their time together. It was so obvious that with each word, with each step she was falling deeper in love with him. He was her king, the king of her heart. He had captured her attention, her heart, her mind. He was her sole focus. She was his princess... She too had captured his love. His Love. She was His princess. He was her King.
I like to think of this as my relationship with God the Father. Is He your King? Is He your sole focus... Does He capture the beat of your soul? I find (unsurprisingly) that when I am walking with my Saviour, beside Him, getting to know Him; when I am learning to know Him, when He is knowing me, that is when my joy is whole. What a wonderful life to live. Yes, it is a way of life. No, it is not always easy. The Bible says that I as a Christian am part of the Bride of Christ. Think of it this way, when I deliberately sin, when I deliberately encroach, when I deliberately try to take advantage of His Love, His Mercy, is it not spiritual adultery? Do I take it that seriously? Is my walk with Christ my Focus, is it a way of life? Or, is my Jesus that I turn to only when I am in trouble? When I am in need of help, when my life is looking dark, is that when I 'take advantage' of my Amazing God? The only way, I have learned, to have a successful relationship with my King, is that I must walk with Him, daily. The only way I can ever learn to know a friend is to talk to them often, to interact with them. Surely it is the same with our Friend. I feel like this post is as much for me, something I need to and have been thinking about.I hope this can further inspire someone. This Is My resolve: To get to know my Best Friend, to let my Best Friend know me.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Table for two
he sits by himself at a table for two.
the uniformed waiter returns to his side and asks, "Would you like to go ahead and order, sir?" The man has, after all, been waiting since seven o'clock- almost half an hour. "No, thank you," the man smiles. "I'll wait for her a while longer. How about some more coffee?"
"Certainly, sir."
The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers His napkin, allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in sport coat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but one stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of cologne adds to his clean-cut image. He is dressed up enough to make a companion feel important, respected, loved. Yet he is not so formal as to make one uncomfortable. It seems that he has taken every precaution to make others feel at ease with him. Still, he sits alone.
The waiter returns to fill the man's coffee cup. "Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?"
"No, thank you."
The waiter remains standing at the table. Something tugs at curiosity. "I don't mean to pry, but..." His voice trails off. This line of conversation could jeopardize his tip.
"Go ahead," the man encourages. His voice is strong, yet sensitive, inviting conversation.
"Why do you bother waiting for her?" the waiter finally blurts out. This man has been at the restaurant other evenings, always patiently alone. Says the man quietly, "Because she needs me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Well, sir, no offense, but assuming that she needs you, she sure isn't acting much like it. She's stood you up three times just this week."
The man winces, and looks down at the table. "Yes, I know."
"Then why do you still come here and wait?"
"Cassie said that she would be here."
"She's said that before," the waiter protests. "I wouldn't put up with it. Why do you?"
Now the man looks up, smiles at the waiter, and says simply, "Because I love her."
the waiter walks away, wondering how one could love a girl who stands him up three times a week. The man must be crazy, he decides. Across the room, he turns to look at the man again. The man slowly pours cream into his coffee. He twirls his spoon between his fingers a few times before stirring sweetener into his cup. After staring for a moment into the liquid, the man brings the cup to his mourth and sips, silently watching those around him. He doesn't look crazy, the waiter admits. Maybe the girl has qualities that I don't know about. Or maybe the man's love is stronger than most. The waiter shakes himself out of his musings to take an order from a party of five.
The man watches the waiter, wonders if he's ever been stood up. The man has, many times. But he still can't get used to it. Each time, it hurts. He's looked forward to this evening all day. He has many things, exciting things, to tell Cassie. But, more importantly, he wants to hear Cassie's voice. He wants her to tell him all about her day, her triumphs, her defeats...anything, really. He has tried so many times to show Cassie how much he loves her. He'd just like to know that she cares for him, too. He sips sporadically at the coffee, and loses himself in thought, knowing that Cassie is late, but still hoping that she will arrive.
The clock says nine-thirty when the waiter returns to the man's table. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
The still empty chair stabs at the man. "No, I think that will be all for tonight. May I have the check please?"
"Yes, sir."
When the waiter leaves, the man picks up the check. He pulls out his wallet and sighs. He has enough money to have given Cassie a feast. But he takes out only enough to pay for his five cups of coffee and the tip. Why do you do this, Cassie, his mind cries as he gets up from the table.
"Good-bye," the waiter says, as the man walks towards the door.
"Good night. Thank you for your service."
"You're welcome, sir," says the waiter softly, for he sees the hurt in the man's eyes that his smile doesn't hide.
The man passes a laughing young couple on his way out, and his eyes glisten as he thinks of the good time he and Cassie could have had. He stops at the front and makes reservations for tomorrow. Maybe Cassie will be able to make it, he thinks.
"Seven o'clock tomorrow for party of two?" the hostess confirms.
"That's right," the man replies.
"Do you think she'll come?" asks the hostess. She doesn't mean to be rude, but she has watched the man many times alone at his table for two.
"Someday, yes. And I will be waiting for her." The man buttons his overcoat and walks out of the restaurant, alone. His shoulders are hunched, but through the windows the hostess can only guess whether they are hunched against the wind or against the man's hurt.
As the man turns toward home, Cassie turns into bed. She is tired after an evening out with friends. As she reaches toward her night stand to set the alarm, she sees the note that she scribbled to herself last night. '7:00,' it says. 'Spend some time in prayer.' Darn, she thinks. She forgot again. She feels a twinge of guilt, but quickly pushes it aside. She needed that time with her friends. And now she needs her sleep. She can pray tomorrow night. Jesus will forgive her.
And she's sure he doesn't mind.
***
The other day my friend read this story to me, out of a book called Stories for the extreme teen's heart. It was a real inspiration to me.... and also kina made me feel badly about myself... How many times have I canceled "appointments" because I am too taken up with my own activities?........
*bye peoples ;)*
the uniformed waiter returns to his side and asks, "Would you like to go ahead and order, sir?" The man has, after all, been waiting since seven o'clock- almost half an hour. "No, thank you," the man smiles. "I'll wait for her a while longer. How about some more coffee?"
"Certainly, sir."
The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers His napkin, allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in sport coat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but one stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of cologne adds to his clean-cut image. He is dressed up enough to make a companion feel important, respected, loved. Yet he is not so formal as to make one uncomfortable. It seems that he has taken every precaution to make others feel at ease with him. Still, he sits alone.
The waiter returns to fill the man's coffee cup. "Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?"
"No, thank you."
The waiter remains standing at the table. Something tugs at curiosity. "I don't mean to pry, but..." His voice trails off. This line of conversation could jeopardize his tip.
"Go ahead," the man encourages. His voice is strong, yet sensitive, inviting conversation.
"Why do you bother waiting for her?" the waiter finally blurts out. This man has been at the restaurant other evenings, always patiently alone. Says the man quietly, "Because she needs me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Well, sir, no offense, but assuming that she needs you, she sure isn't acting much like it. She's stood you up three times just this week."
The man winces, and looks down at the table. "Yes, I know."
"Then why do you still come here and wait?"
"Cassie said that she would be here."
"She's said that before," the waiter protests. "I wouldn't put up with it. Why do you?"
Now the man looks up, smiles at the waiter, and says simply, "Because I love her."
the waiter walks away, wondering how one could love a girl who stands him up three times a week. The man must be crazy, he decides. Across the room, he turns to look at the man again. The man slowly pours cream into his coffee. He twirls his spoon between his fingers a few times before stirring sweetener into his cup. After staring for a moment into the liquid, the man brings the cup to his mourth and sips, silently watching those around him. He doesn't look crazy, the waiter admits. Maybe the girl has qualities that I don't know about. Or maybe the man's love is stronger than most. The waiter shakes himself out of his musings to take an order from a party of five.
The man watches the waiter, wonders if he's ever been stood up. The man has, many times. But he still can't get used to it. Each time, it hurts. He's looked forward to this evening all day. He has many things, exciting things, to tell Cassie. But, more importantly, he wants to hear Cassie's voice. He wants her to tell him all about her day, her triumphs, her defeats...anything, really. He has tried so many times to show Cassie how much he loves her. He'd just like to know that she cares for him, too. He sips sporadically at the coffee, and loses himself in thought, knowing that Cassie is late, but still hoping that she will arrive.
The clock says nine-thirty when the waiter returns to the man's table. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
The still empty chair stabs at the man. "No, I think that will be all for tonight. May I have the check please?"
"Yes, sir."
When the waiter leaves, the man picks up the check. He pulls out his wallet and sighs. He has enough money to have given Cassie a feast. But he takes out only enough to pay for his five cups of coffee and the tip. Why do you do this, Cassie, his mind cries as he gets up from the table.
"Good-bye," the waiter says, as the man walks towards the door.
"Good night. Thank you for your service."
"You're welcome, sir," says the waiter softly, for he sees the hurt in the man's eyes that his smile doesn't hide.
The man passes a laughing young couple on his way out, and his eyes glisten as he thinks of the good time he and Cassie could have had. He stops at the front and makes reservations for tomorrow. Maybe Cassie will be able to make it, he thinks.
"Seven o'clock tomorrow for party of two?" the hostess confirms.
"That's right," the man replies.
"Do you think she'll come?" asks the hostess. She doesn't mean to be rude, but she has watched the man many times alone at his table for two.
"Someday, yes. And I will be waiting for her." The man buttons his overcoat and walks out of the restaurant, alone. His shoulders are hunched, but through the windows the hostess can only guess whether they are hunched against the wind or against the man's hurt.
As the man turns toward home, Cassie turns into bed. She is tired after an evening out with friends. As she reaches toward her night stand to set the alarm, she sees the note that she scribbled to herself last night. '7:00,' it says. 'Spend some time in prayer.' Darn, she thinks. She forgot again. She feels a twinge of guilt, but quickly pushes it aside. She needed that time with her friends. And now she needs her sleep. She can pray tomorrow night. Jesus will forgive her.
And she's sure he doesn't mind.
***
The other day my friend read this story to me, out of a book called Stories for the extreme teen's heart. It was a real inspiration to me.... and also kina made me feel badly about myself... How many times have I canceled "appointments" because I am too taken up with my own activities?........
*bye peoples ;)*
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Love.
This December, I've been amazed at many things. The simple things in Life. Caroling, singing songs about Jesus. The one lady had tears rolling down her cheeks and the most radiant smile on her face as she listened to the carols being sung. As we began to leave, she exclaimed, "Oh, I thought I was hearing angels tonight!" It's the simple things of life. Today I was walking hurriedly through the mall, trying to find that last minute Christmas gift, when an older lady sitting on a bench looked at me, and gave me a smile. Somehow, it made my day. So the next person I came into contact with, I smiled at them and the tired look was replaced with a smile. :) the simple things of Life.
Most of all, I've been impressed, and amazed, all over again at the most simple thing, yet the most wonderful thing of all. God's Love. Wow. The continuing amazing simplicity, and endurance of His Love. Time and again, I fail, you fail. Yet because of this awesome Grace and Love, we can start over, and keep walking in the Way. The Forgiveness. All because of that awesome infinite Love. Love came down as a baby, Love walked on the earth. Love was subjected to the abuse and rejection of It's creation. Love loved them anyway. Love died for me, for you. Love chose this, when It would never have had to. Love, pure undefiled Love. Love loved me and you even when we thought we knew better, thought we could make it on our own. Love kept loving us when we forsook Him. Isn't it amazing? How Deep the Fathers Love for us, how vast beyond all Measure. The most simple Thing ever, yet at the same time, the most complex Thing. God's Love.
May you all have a wonderful Christmas Dav :)
Most of all, I've been impressed, and amazed, all over again at the most simple thing, yet the most wonderful thing of all. God's Love. Wow. The continuing amazing simplicity, and endurance of His Love. Time and again, I fail, you fail. Yet because of this awesome Grace and Love, we can start over, and keep walking in the Way. The Forgiveness. All because of that awesome infinite Love. Love came down as a baby, Love walked on the earth. Love was subjected to the abuse and rejection of It's creation. Love loved them anyway. Love died for me, for you. Love chose this, when It would never have had to. Love, pure undefiled Love. Love loved me and you even when we thought we knew better, thought we could make it on our own. Love kept loving us when we forsook Him. Isn't it amazing? How Deep the Fathers Love for us, how vast beyond all Measure. The most simple Thing ever, yet at the same time, the most complex Thing. God's Love.
May you all have a wonderful Christmas Dav :)
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
God's Humor
You know, sometimes I truly have to wonder.... does God have a humor? Like the things that cause us to laugh... till the tears flow, or just the ordinary humorous things... like does God laugh with us? The Bible says that man was created in God's own image (Genesis 1:26-27) and obviously you see that God is sad, becomes angry, pleased, acts kindly. What I am trying to say is that God does have emotions, as us, only as Godly emotions.... without sin. So does He laugh? For some reason I kinda have this weird thought... but I kinda like the thought that God throws back His head and laughs long and hard.... but I reallllllly realllllly want to know! Does He? Why don't you tell me? :)
Kay byes now!
Kay byes now!
Saturday, December 10, 2011
??? Human Doings ???
I was watching a video the other day, and the guy speaking made a comment that has stuck with me ever since.
"We are to be, God is to do. We are human 'beings', not human 'doings'. "
The more I think about this comment the more it impresses me. Somedays I think about me, my life, as a Christian and I can start down the track of thinking, that, since I am a Christian surely I should be doing something that will show people about how I believe etc. Kinda like trying to produce "fruits" of my own self, if that makes sense. Really I just need to keep Jesus in my fore-front. And as long as I am serving Him how I should be, I don't need to worry about what I am/will be doing, because God is and will be working through me, all of His own Self. It's nothing I can do, plus looking at it from a different angle, if I create my own "fruits" than it definitely won't be bringing God any Glory at all... which is the entire purpose of my creation in the first place... so really... just remember that comment, take it with you, and never forget your purpose!
Peace~
btw peoples i love hearing your comments....
Sunday, December 4, 2011
...Peace....
Peace is not having all things in control, but knowing Him who controls All Things.....
My coworker left this thought on a tab of paper beside my work space the other day..... do maybe i sometimes attempt to put my life and all things into control, thus preventing true peace? I had to think about this for a while and thought that maybe I would share!
~Peace~
My coworker left this thought on a tab of paper beside my work space the other day..... do maybe i sometimes attempt to put my life and all things into control, thus preventing true peace? I had to think about this for a while and thought that maybe I would share!
~Peace~
Sunday, November 27, 2011
I have a Reason
" I have a Reason", He said. " It is in My Plan."
"Why God?" I cried. " Can You pleas tell me why? I mean, I know you're good and all. I know that You loved him; I know that You have a Reason, but, why? " I buried my face, my thoughts in a tumult.
Softly, God picked me up; He held me, and wiped away my tears. All was silent, and than, He said, "I have a Reason. It is in My Plan. "
"But, you already..."
"Shhh, be still. Have patience."
I sat, quietly waiting, feeling shamed, yet still, though my lips were silent, my brains was whispering.... Why? why? why?
Then, He spoke.... "I looked down, and I saw him, your friend. I was speaking to him for a long time... I was working with him. Daughter, every time a prayer was sent to Me, interceding for him, his soul, I spoke to him. I talked to him, and he was listening. Slowly, he began to change. He read My Book, and I spoke. He visited My House, I spoke. He talked to Me, and again I spoke. We talked through song. Dear one, I looked down on him, and I saw that door opening., and quietly, I spoke. I looked down and saw him, a sinner. He had had such a hard life, Satan had bombarded him for so long, and now, he was opening his hearts door. I loved him, and than, that morning, I saw him again. He had struggled enough, and it was time to take him Home. I allowed that accident to happen. No child, it was not mere Time and Chance, and in the minutes after the accident, I spoke to him. I told him I loved him, and that I wanted to help him to the Other Side. Gently, ohhh so gently, I picked him up, and took him to be with Me. It was, My Plan..."
It grew quiet, and as I sat, a feeling of awe crept over me, and through my tears, I looked up, and embraced my Father.
"Why God?" I cried. " Can You pleas tell me why? I mean, I know you're good and all. I know that You loved him; I know that You have a Reason, but, why? " I buried my face, my thoughts in a tumult.
Softly, God picked me up; He held me, and wiped away my tears. All was silent, and than, He said, "I have a Reason. It is in My Plan. "
"But, you already..."
"Shhh, be still. Have patience."
I sat, quietly waiting, feeling shamed, yet still, though my lips were silent, my brains was whispering.... Why? why? why?
Then, He spoke.... "I looked down, and I saw him, your friend. I was speaking to him for a long time... I was working with him. Daughter, every time a prayer was sent to Me, interceding for him, his soul, I spoke to him. I talked to him, and he was listening. Slowly, he began to change. He read My Book, and I spoke. He visited My House, I spoke. He talked to Me, and again I spoke. We talked through song. Dear one, I looked down on him, and I saw that door opening., and quietly, I spoke. I looked down and saw him, a sinner. He had had such a hard life, Satan had bombarded him for so long, and now, he was opening his hearts door. I loved him, and than, that morning, I saw him again. He had struggled enough, and it was time to take him Home. I allowed that accident to happen. No child, it was not mere Time and Chance, and in the minutes after the accident, I spoke to him. I told him I loved him, and that I wanted to help him to the Other Side. Gently, ohhh so gently, I picked him up, and took him to be with Me. It was, My Plan..."
It grew quiet, and as I sat, a feeling of awe crept over me, and through my tears, I looked up, and embraced my Father.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Something to ponder...
Ask yourself not whether you know God, but whether God knows you...
Think about this and see where it takes you...
Think about this and see where it takes you...
Sunday, October 16, 2011
How Deep Our Fathers Love...
How Deep the Fathers Love
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.
This song is so amazing, and has been an enormous inspiration for me! It's impossible, i think, to actually comprehend the reality, the actuality, the depth of our Fathers love, and the price that was paid! I'm just so thankful for that love, and I want the everyone to know of it!
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.
This song is so amazing, and has been an enormous inspiration for me! It's impossible, i think, to actually comprehend the reality, the actuality, the depth of our Fathers love, and the price that was paid! I'm just so thankful for that love, and I want the everyone to know of it!
Friday, October 14, 2011
It's all in the perspective
The other day at work i was thinking about fall. Now personally i dont really have a great love for fall... or i should say didn't have. But than i got to thinking that, you know what? God made fall! He made this season for a purpose, and its in His perfect plan, so really i shouldn't complain! And i should enjoy what he made right? So i started thinking of things that i like about it! Like thanksgiving! and those days that i go outside and it just smells so good, its that "autumn" smell, you know? gorgeous blue skies. taking walks on wonderfully cool days. I stay cool at work. I get to hear the canadian geese honking as they migrate! Beautiful leaves, that show God's awesome handiwork in a spectacular way! etc. etc. etc. the list goes on and on! And guess what! I like fall! :)
So i began thinking down the line of positive thinking, and how because i changed my perspective, my opinions changed. It's all in the perspective! :) Why don't you try it? Cause life is a lot more enjoyable I've noticed when you take a look at the positive side of things! Sure there are things that aren't so wonderful about fall, like the itchy worms, and allergies, etc but when you look at the good, the bad almost disappears! In nearly everything in life there is something good! Mind you i said nearly, there are those things that really don't have any good in them, but we'll leave that where it is. So why don't you try it? After all, it's all in the perspective...
So i began thinking down the line of positive thinking, and how because i changed my perspective, my opinions changed. It's all in the perspective! :) Why don't you try it? Cause life is a lot more enjoyable I've noticed when you take a look at the positive side of things! Sure there are things that aren't so wonderful about fall, like the itchy worms, and allergies, etc but when you look at the good, the bad almost disappears! In nearly everything in life there is something good! Mind you i said nearly, there are those things that really don't have any good in them, but we'll leave that where it is. So why don't you try it? After all, it's all in the perspective...
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