These scriptures are special to me. The heart figurine was given to me by my parents on the day that I was baptized and acknowledge God as my Lord and Savior.
Friday, May 13, 2011
John 3: 16, Romans 8:28
These scriptures are special to me. The heart figurine was given to me by my parents on the day that I was baptized and acknowledge God as my Lord and Savior.
Grandparents Sayings
These are sayings from my Great Grandparents
Seven days without prayer makes one weak.
O, can it be, upon a tree the Savior died for me?
My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled, to think He
died for me!
When all is said and done, there is usually more said than done.
A good thing to remember and a better thing to
do, to work with the construction gang and not with
the wrecking crew.
Be careful how you live. You can be the only Bible
some people ever read.
One who uses the Bible as his guide never loses
his sense of direction.
It is good to say. "Thank you" to the Lord to sing
praises to the God who is above all gods. Every
morning tell him, "Thank you for your kindness,"
and every evening rejoice in all His faithfulness.
Love Him in the morning when you see the sun
arising, love Him in the evening 'cause He took
you through the day, and in the in - between times
when you feel the pressure coming. Remember that
He loves you and He promises to stay.
Let my house be a house of prayer, a happy home,
a haven where my every task is offered there in
service, Lord, to Thee.
Amen
To do so no more is the truest repentance.
Luther
Time
Too slow for those who wait.
Too swift for those who fear.
Too long for those who grieve.
Too short for those who rejoice.
But for those who love, time in not.
Praising the Lord is a good antidote for
depression, because it causes depression to vanish
quickly.
Please, Lord, fill my mouth with worthwhile stuff,
and nudge when I've said enough.
Christ has no place in your life unless He has first
place.
I have only just a minute.
Only sixty seconds in it.
Forced upon me.
Can't refuse it.
Didn't choose it.
But it's up to me to use it.
I must suffer if I lose it.
Give account if I abuse it.
Just a tiny little minute - -
But eternity is in it.
In faithful church attendance some folks rate as
champs. The others must be waiting untill we give
green stamps!
It is nice to be important, but it is more important
to be nice.
God meant the Bible to be bread for our daily use.
Not just cake for special occasions!
Praise God for Mother's gentle hand and love we
cannot understand. Praise Him who sent us from
above the blessings of a Mother's love.
There is no garden so complete. But roses make
the place more sweet;
There is no life so rich and rare, but one more
friend can enter there.
No matter what others are doing, my friend, or
what they are leaving undone, God's counting on
you to keep on with the job 'til the very last battle
is won. He's counting on you to be faithful; He's
counting on you to be true. Yes, others may work
or others may shirk, but remember - God is
counting on you.
If God is going to do something wonderful, He
starts with a problem. If God is going to do
something spectacular, He starts with an
impossibility.
When fortune is against us we don't forget to
whine, but do we remember gratitude when
everything is fine?
Seven days without prayer makes one weak.
O, can it be, upon a tree the Savior died for me?
My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled, to think He
died for me!
When all is said and done, there is usually more said than done.
A good thing to remember and a better thing to
do, to work with the construction gang and not with
the wrecking crew.
Be careful how you live. You can be the only Bible
some people ever read.
One who uses the Bible as his guide never loses
his sense of direction.
It is good to say. "Thank you" to the Lord to sing
praises to the God who is above all gods. Every
morning tell him, "Thank you for your kindness,"
and every evening rejoice in all His faithfulness.
Love Him in the morning when you see the sun
arising, love Him in the evening 'cause He took
you through the day, and in the in - between times
when you feel the pressure coming. Remember that
He loves you and He promises to stay.
Let my house be a house of prayer, a happy home,
a haven where my every task is offered there in
service, Lord, to Thee.
Amen
To do so no more is the truest repentance.
Luther
Time
Too slow for those who wait.
Too swift for those who fear.
Too long for those who grieve.
Too short for those who rejoice.
But for those who love, time in not.
Praising the Lord is a good antidote for
depression, because it causes depression to vanish
quickly.
Please, Lord, fill my mouth with worthwhile stuff,
and nudge when I've said enough.
Christ has no place in your life unless He has first
place.
I have only just a minute.
Only sixty seconds in it.
Forced upon me.
Can't refuse it.
Didn't choose it.
But it's up to me to use it.
I must suffer if I lose it.
Give account if I abuse it.
Just a tiny little minute - -
But eternity is in it.
In faithful church attendance some folks rate as
champs. The others must be waiting untill we give
green stamps!
It is nice to be important, but it is more important
to be nice.
God meant the Bible to be bread for our daily use.
Not just cake for special occasions!
Praise God for Mother's gentle hand and love we
cannot understand. Praise Him who sent us from
above the blessings of a Mother's love.
There is no garden so complete. But roses make
the place more sweet;
There is no life so rich and rare, but one more
friend can enter there.
No matter what others are doing, my friend, or
what they are leaving undone, God's counting on
you to keep on with the job 'til the very last battle
is won. He's counting on you to be faithful; He's
counting on you to be true. Yes, others may work
or others may shirk, but remember - God is
counting on you.
If God is going to do something wonderful, He
starts with a problem. If God is going to do
something spectacular, He starts with an
impossibility.
When fortune is against us we don't forget to
whine, but do we remember gratitude when
everything is fine?
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Thomas Kelly
Praise the Savior! ! ! !
Praise the Savior, ye who know Him!
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we are and have.
Jesus is the name that charms us,
He for conflict fits and arms us;
Nothing moves and nothing harms us
While we trust in Him.
Trust in Him, ye saints, forever,
He is faithful, changing never;
Neither force nor guile can sever
Those He loves from Him.
Keep us, Lord, O keep us cleaving
To Thyself, and still believing,
Till the hour of our receiving
Promised joys with Thee.
Then we shall be where we would be,
Then we shall be what we should be,
Things that are not now, nor could be,
Soon shall be our own.
Written by Thomas Kelly, 1769 - 1854
Praise the Savior, ye who know Him!
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we are and have.
Jesus is the name that charms us,
He for conflict fits and arms us;
Nothing moves and nothing harms us
While we trust in Him.
Trust in Him, ye saints, forever,
He is faithful, changing never;
Neither force nor guile can sever
Those He loves from Him.
Keep us, Lord, O keep us cleaving
To Thyself, and still believing,
Till the hour of our receiving
Promised joys with Thee.
Then we shall be where we would be,
Then we shall be what we should be,
Things that are not now, nor could be,
Soon shall be our own.
Written by Thomas Kelly, 1769 - 1854
A Feminine Christian Character
"Reputation is who people think you are. Character is what you truly are."
Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.
But resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same experiences of suffering are being accomplished by your brethren who are in the world.
After you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will Himself perfect, confirm, strengthen and establish you.
1 Peter 8 - 10
Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.
But resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same experiences of suffering are being accomplished by your brethren who are in the world.
After you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will Himself perfect, confirm, strengthen and establish you.
1 Peter 8 - 10
Charles W. Fry
The Lily of the Valley
I have found a friend in Jesus,
He's everything to me,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
the Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see
all I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow He's my comfort, in trouble He's my stay,
He tells me every care on Him to roll.
Refrain:
He's the Lily of the Valley,
the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
He all my grief has taken, and all my sorrows borne;
in temptation He's my strong and mighty tower;
I have all for Him forsaken, and all my idols torn
from my heart, and now He keeps me by His power.
Though all the world forsake me, and Satan tempts me sore,
through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.
Refrain:
He's the Lily of the Valley,
the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
while I live by faith and do His blessed will;
a wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear,
with His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory, to see His blessed face,
where rivers of delight shall ever roll.
Refrain:
He's the Lily of the Valley,
the Bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
The Lily of the Valley was written by Charles W. Fry, 1837 - 1882.
I think this song shows how you can give Him all of your troubles and lean on him.
I have found a friend in Jesus,
He's everything to me,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
the Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see
all I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow He's my comfort, in trouble He's my stay,
He tells me every care on Him to roll.
Refrain:
He's the Lily of the Valley,
the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
He all my grief has taken, and all my sorrows borne;
in temptation He's my strong and mighty tower;
I have all for Him forsaken, and all my idols torn
from my heart, and now He keeps me by His power.
Though all the world forsake me, and Satan tempts me sore,
through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.
Refrain:
He's the Lily of the Valley,
the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
while I live by faith and do His blessed will;
a wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear,
with His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory, to see His blessed face,
where rivers of delight shall ever roll.
Refrain:
He's the Lily of the Valley,
the Bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
The Lily of the Valley was written by Charles W. Fry, 1837 - 1882.
Philip P. Bliss
Hallelujah, What a Savior!
Man of Sorrows! what a name,
For the Son of God, who came,
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
“Full atonement!” can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished!” was His cry;
Now in Heav’n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Written by Philip P. Bliss, 1835 - 1876.
Man of Sorrows! what a name,
For the Son of God, who came,
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
“Full atonement!” can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished!” was His cry;
Now in Heav’n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Written by Philip P. Bliss, 1835 - 1876.
Providential history and clay by Dolly Madison
This is a site that my friend created and calls it Dolly Madison. She is a young Christian lady that makes and sells clay items like bears and buttons and so much more. These make great gifts!
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