These hang in our bedroom, installed about the time Felix came home from the hospital.
It's a reminder that trusting God is a way we give Him our love.
He will never abandon or abuse, or ignore this trust, this love, we give Him.
For that, there is much to praise Him, much to be grateful for...
It's a reminder that trusting God is a way we give Him our love.
He will never abandon or abuse, or ignore this trust, this love, we give Him.
For that, there is much to praise Him, much to be grateful for...
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Forwarded from Shannon Guerra
If you've never read Great Expectations — and NO, none of the movies count 😵💫😅 — we'll be reading it together soon in Gaining Ground and we'd love to have you join us.
We'll be reading about 40-50 pages a week for 12 weeks, and you can ask all the questions, join the discussion, share the memes, do all the things. Stop in anytime; we're just finishing up A Little Princess and mostly behaving ourselves.
We'll be reading about 40-50 pages a week for 12 weeks, and you can ask all the questions, join the discussion, share the memes, do all the things. Stop in anytime; we're just finishing up A Little Princess and mostly behaving ourselves.
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Forwarded from Gaining Ground
Starting soon! If you need a copy, here are a few options:
Free online at Gutenberg: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1400
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Hello Friends! The last few days have been gorgeous and put me in the mood to work outdoors. So I have, and plan to do so again Monday.
Handling God's soil, smelling God's nature, seeing God's flowers, listening to God's birds, being under God's clear blue skies... Keep my mind on Him and my heart ready to treasure whatever He wants to impart.
As we approach Resurrection Sunday, ask the Holy Spirit if you need to abandon some traditions or learn the history behind Easter.
Above all, it is a time of reflection and a time of gratitude.
Handling God's soil, smelling God's nature, seeing God's flowers, listening to God's birds, being under God's clear blue skies... Keep my mind on Him and my heart ready to treasure whatever He wants to impart.
As we approach Resurrection Sunday, ask the Holy Spirit if you need to abandon some traditions or learn the history behind Easter.
Above all, it is a time of reflection and a time of gratitude.
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March 30th is a day when @CallToBattle and @ThinMint set aside as time for praising our LORD and Savior. Join us?
Are you struggling in your relationship with Him? Frustrated with His timing or method? Tell Him. He welcomes our honesty.
Even in our lament, even in our pain, there is always something we can thank and praise Him for (1 Thessalonians 5:18).
I came across this over at Undoubted Grace. She shares some ideas about giving thanks to God.
Set aside time today to praise your Creator.
You are so precious to Him. Let this love between you be a balm to your soul.
Psalm 136:1
Are you struggling in your relationship with Him? Frustrated with His timing or method? Tell Him. He welcomes our honesty.
Even in our lament, even in our pain, there is always something we can thank and praise Him for (1 Thessalonians 5:18).
I came across this over at Undoubted Grace. She shares some ideas about giving thanks to God.
Set aside time today to praise your Creator.
You are so precious to Him. Let this love between you be a balm to your soul.
Psalm 136:1
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Forwarded from Professor Patriot (Professor Patriot)
It’s Palm Sunday. Time for some special altitude with reverence.
On Palm Sunday, Christians commemorate Christ’s triumphal arrival in Jerusalem, and it was triumphal.
Jesus rode in on a small donkey, greeted by throngs of people who called him King and cheered enthusiastically, laying cloaks and palm branches in his path and shouting, “hosanna,” (save us).
He was but 33 years old. He knowingly rode to a place of mortal suffering and crucifixion.
Jesus’ ride into Jerusalem has always seemed, to me, his greatest act of humility and faith. I think about when I was 33, with so much life ahead of me, still wearing that bright, youthful feeling of immortality. It was a time when everything still seemed possible.
They called him King. They cheered.
It is hard to imagine a man so humble and comfortable in his faith that He ignored the promises of this world to serve at His Father’s feet. He could have had anything this world could have provided; wealth, fame, glory, carnal pleasures, the power of a mortal King… but He rode on, recognizing the glory to come; one that so thoroughly outshone mortal reward that it was as the sun to a matchstick.
It makes me ask myself, “what do you hope for?” Is happiness found in being known and glorified by man? Is it a big house and a fancy car, or surf and turf every night? Or is it serving others and waking each day with a full heart and an eye toward a reward that is greater than the baubles of mortality?
It has often been on my mind that the people we fight against each day have decided that what this world can provide is their relentless goal and sets aside that greater glory.
Christ’s ride into Jerusalem promised everything the world could provide. He set it aside to suffer, bleed and die so that we could attain that greater glory, and in so doing became more famous, powerful and wealthy in eternal splendor than any king who will ever live.
Palm Sunday was His coronation parade to become the King of Kings.
He chose what He wanted.
What do you want?
On Palm Sunday, Christians commemorate Christ’s triumphal arrival in Jerusalem, and it was triumphal.
Jesus rode in on a small donkey, greeted by throngs of people who called him King and cheered enthusiastically, laying cloaks and palm branches in his path and shouting, “hosanna,” (save us).
He was but 33 years old. He knowingly rode to a place of mortal suffering and crucifixion.
Jesus’ ride into Jerusalem has always seemed, to me, his greatest act of humility and faith. I think about when I was 33, with so much life ahead of me, still wearing that bright, youthful feeling of immortality. It was a time when everything still seemed possible.
They called him King. They cheered.
It is hard to imagine a man so humble and comfortable in his faith that He ignored the promises of this world to serve at His Father’s feet. He could have had anything this world could have provided; wealth, fame, glory, carnal pleasures, the power of a mortal King… but He rode on, recognizing the glory to come; one that so thoroughly outshone mortal reward that it was as the sun to a matchstick.
It makes me ask myself, “what do you hope for?” Is happiness found in being known and glorified by man? Is it a big house and a fancy car, or surf and turf every night? Or is it serving others and waking each day with a full heart and an eye toward a reward that is greater than the baubles of mortality?
It has often been on my mind that the people we fight against each day have decided that what this world can provide is their relentless goal and sets aside that greater glory.
Christ’s ride into Jerusalem promised everything the world could provide. He set it aside to suffer, bleed and die so that we could attain that greater glory, and in so doing became more famous, powerful and wealthy in eternal splendor than any king who will ever live.
Palm Sunday was His coronation parade to become the King of Kings.
He chose what He wanted.
What do you want?
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I first came across Erin when my twins were elementary aged. (For those who are not aware, I homeschool all four of our kids. The twins are graduating next month. And that is an emotional post waiting to be written *stage whispers sigh*)
Though preschool days are behind us, I opt to still receive her email updates as I find her authenticity refreshing.
This is what she wrote for Good Friday,
In lieu of our usual good news sharing today, I am posting her commentary.
Though preschool days are behind us, I opt to still receive her email updates as I find her authenticity refreshing.
This is what she wrote for Good Friday,
In lieu of our usual good news sharing today, I am posting her commentary.
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"It’s Friday, But Sunday’s Coming" by Pastor Lockridge.
SM Lockridge (March 7, 1913 – April 4, 2000) was the Pastor of Calvary Baptist Church in San Diego from 1953 to 1993.
Thank you @PatA for sharing with us.
SM Lockridge (March 7, 1913 – April 4, 2000) was the Pastor of Calvary Baptist Church in San Diego from 1953 to 1993.
Thank you @PatA for sharing with us.
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It’s Friday.
Jesus is praying.
Peter’s sleeping.
Judas is betraying.
But Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
Pilate’s struggling.
The council is conspiring.
The crowd is vilifying.
They don’t even know
That Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
The disciples are running like sheep without a shepherd.
Mary’s crying.
Peter is denying.
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s a comin’!
It’s Friday.
The Romans beat my Jesus.
They robe Him in scarlet.
They crown Him with thorns.
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
See Jesus walking to Calvary.
His blood dripping.
His body stumbling.
And His spirit’s burdened.
But you see, it’s only Friday.
Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
The world’s winning.
People are sinning.
And evil’s grinning.
It’s Friday.
The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands to the cross.
They nail my Savior’s feet to the cross.
And then they raise Him up next to criminals.
It’s Friday.
But let me tell you something,
Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
The disciples are questioning.
What has happened to their King?
And the Pharisees are celebrating that their scheming has been achieved.
But they don’t know,
It’s only Friday.
Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
He’s hanging on the cross.
Feeling forsaken by His Father.
Left alone and dying.
Can nobody save Him?.
Ooooh!
It’s Friday.
But Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
The earth trembles.
The sky grows dark.
My King yields His spirit.
It’s Friday.
Hope is lost.
Death has won.
Sin has conquered.
And Satan’s just a laughin’.
It’s Friday.
Jesus is buried.
A soldier stands guard.
And a rock is rolled into place.
But it’s Friday.
It is only Friday.
Sunday is a comin’!
Jesus is praying.
Peter’s sleeping.
Judas is betraying.
But Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
Pilate’s struggling.
The council is conspiring.
The crowd is vilifying.
They don’t even know
That Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
The disciples are running like sheep without a shepherd.
Mary’s crying.
Peter is denying.
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s a comin’!
It’s Friday.
The Romans beat my Jesus.
They robe Him in scarlet.
They crown Him with thorns.
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
See Jesus walking to Calvary.
His blood dripping.
His body stumbling.
And His spirit’s burdened.
But you see, it’s only Friday.
Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
The world’s winning.
People are sinning.
And evil’s grinning.
It’s Friday.
The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands to the cross.
They nail my Savior’s feet to the cross.
And then they raise Him up next to criminals.
It’s Friday.
But let me tell you something,
Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
The disciples are questioning.
What has happened to their King?
And the Pharisees are celebrating that their scheming has been achieved.
But they don’t know,
It’s only Friday.
Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
He’s hanging on the cross.
Feeling forsaken by His Father.
Left alone and dying.
Can nobody save Him?.
Ooooh!
It’s Friday.
But Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday.
The earth trembles.
The sky grows dark.
My King yields His spirit.
It’s Friday.
Hope is lost.
Death has won.
Sin has conquered.
And Satan’s just a laughin’.
It’s Friday.
Jesus is buried.
A soldier stands guard.
And a rock is rolled into place.
But it’s Friday.
It is only Friday.
Sunday is a comin’!
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