Mark 15
40 Some women were watching from a distance. Among them were Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James the younger and of Joses, and Salome. 41 In Galilee these women had followed him and cared for his needs. Many other women who had come up with him to Jerusalem were also there.
Exodus 25-
32 All who were willing, men and women alike, came and brought gold jewelry of all kinds:
brooches, earrings, rings and ornaments.
They all presented their gold as a wave offering to the LORD.
1 Samual 18-
6 When the men were returning home after David had killed the Philistine,
the women came out from all the towns of Israel to meet King Saul
with singing and dancing, with joyful songs and with tambourines and lutes.
Luke 23:
55 The women who had come with Jesus from Galilee followed Joseph and saw the tomb and how his body was laid in it.
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We watch, we follow, we give, we care for their needs. We love them for the men they are. Even when their paths bring them to places that tear our hearts, we will not leave them, they are ours.
When they succeed, we celebrate with them. When it seems they fail, we comfort them. We encourage them to try again or move on to the next deed. When they die we bury them in honor and love. We grieve and then move on, to live and love.
We are women of God, his daughters. Our strength is in His love. Our love is toward our our God in our hearts and spirits and then toward His men, our men.
Our men are the ones that follow Him. Our men are the ones that love and care for those smaller and weaker. They break trail for the younger ones and teach them to live in His love. They show a man, a strong man, believes He lives. They show the way to follow Him to the ones that come after them.
Our men are the ones that challenge the adversary where ever they find him. They don't just say, "That's not right", they do something about it. They are the Somebody's that do something, not the Nobody's that don't care.
You don't have to say, "Isn't anybody going to do something?" with strong men of God around. They are already doing it. They use strong words, strong hands, strong faith and touch the hearts around them.
Women that love God are the ones that learn to see God's men working. What we can do for them, we will, as we would do for Him. It's what He said to do -" unto the least of these, care for strangers, angels, unaware"...
The rib they say we came from protects the breath and the heart. We yearn to guard the hearts we used to lay over and keep the spirit, the breath of life, safe in the men of God, His sons.
It is not a burden. It is the way we love.
I will not bow to social rules. I am not a quiet, easily biddable woman. I can feed myself and others, I can ride and shoot to hunt. I can fish and yet I can still make a shirt or pants to warm or a scarf or a thing of beauty to enjoy. I love hard and deep, I sing, I ride, I have learned to love living again. I think, I like to communicate, to talk, to share.
I want men to walk beside that are strong and caring. Men whose hearts hear God. I don't want a man to lead around, I want a man to guide my path, a man of God to follow.
Men with caring hearts, courage to speak, ability to act, to laugh and cry and love with God - no, loving them is not a burden, it is a blessing.
Sometimes it seems like I have to wait for Him to grow them. Sometimes I see them coming soon. I also see some are here for Him already, with their women, and those I try to cheer on!
Men like that are the hope of the lost and the children. Without a man to stand up for them they may be lost to the lives they have - with no hope of better, more loving lives ever. To raise a strong man of God you have to have one to show them.
"Seek first the kingdom" - if you don't see it, do you do without it or do you begin to create it with (in) Him?(that was yesterday's question)
His kingdom come on earth can only come in hearts that love and care and are strong enough to say - "The Kingdom of God starts here, with me. I do His will, not mine. Where I stand, He IS."
So now I pray "In Jesus' name, God, I ask Your Will be done" and remember God is Love. May only Love be done in each life where I touch it for Him.
There is not enough love in me. I still want for myself and can only ask that He love them for me, the way I wish I could. I am just a human woman - but I know a good man when I see one and I know those that walk with Him. I pray and carry them in my heart to Him, the only one I know they are safe with.
It is not a burden to care for my brothers in Him. It is not a burden to love a man for Him, it is the way women of God love.
Do you have a place in your heart for the small and the hurt, the weak and the ill, the lonely and sad? Do you see the need and fill it? When you can't, don't you take it to Him? That is a heart of one of His people.
That's the kind of man I want for a friend here and the kind of spirit I know I will see there.
When there is no body and no gender I will still know the ones that are my friends.
They shine for Him.
Friday, February 22, 2008
It's not just me
We Need Men of God Again
A. W. Tozer
The Church at this moment needs men, the right kind of men, bold men. The talk is that we need revival, that we need a new [movement] of the Spirit--and God knows we must have both; but God will not revive mice. He will not fill rabbits with the Holy Ghost.
We languish for men who feel themselves expendable in the warfare of the soul, who cannot be frightened by threats of death because they have already died to the allurements of this world. Such men will be free from the compulsions that control weaker men. They will not be forced to do things by the squeeze of circumstances; their only compulsion will come from within--or from above.
This kind of freedom is necessary if we are to have [powerful preachers] in our pulpits again instead of mascots. These free men will serve God and mankind from motives too high to be understood by the rank and file of religious retainers who today shuttle in and out of the sanctuary. They will make no decisions out of fear, take no course out of a desire to please, accept no service for financial considerations, perform no religious act out of mere custom; nor will they allow themselves to be influenced by the love of publicity or the desire for reputation.
Much that the church--even the evangelical church--is doing these days she is doing because she is afraid not to. Ministerial associations take up projects for no higher reason than that they are being scared into it. Whatever their ear-to-the-ground, fear-inspired reconnoitering leads them to believe the world expects them to do they will be doing come next Monday morning with all kinds of trumped-up zeal and show of godliness. The pressure of public opinion calls these prophets, not the voice of Jehovah.
The true church has never sounded out public expectations before launching her crusades. Her leaders heard from God and went ahead wholly independent of popular support or the lack of it. They knew their Lord's will and did it, and their people followed them--sometimes to triumph, oftener to insults and public persecution--and their sufficient reward was the satisfaction of being right in a wrong world.
Another characteristic of the true [man of God] has been love. The free man who has learned to hear God's voice and dared to obey it has felt the moral burden that broke the hearts of the Old Testament prophets, crushed the soul of our Lord Jesus Christ and wrung streams of tears from the eyes of the apostles.
The free man has never been a religious tyrant, nor has he sought to lord it over God's heritage. It is fear and lack of self-assurance that has led men to try to crush others under their feet. These have had some interest to protect, some position to secure, so they have demanded subjection from their followers as a guarantee of their own safety. But the free man--never; he has nothing to protect, no ambition to pursue and no enemy to fear.
For that reason he is completely careless of his standing among men. If they follow him, well and good; if not, he loses nothing that he holds dear; whether he is accepted or rejected he will go on loving his people with sincere devotion. Only death can silence his tender intercession for them.
Yes, if evangelical Christianity is to stay alive she must have men again, the right kind of men. She must repudiate the weaklings who dare not speak out, and she must seek in prayer and much humility the coming again of men of the stuff prophets and martyrs are made of. God will hear the cries of His people as He heard the cries of Israel in Egypt. And He will send deliverance by sending deliverers. It is His way among men.
And when the deliverers come . . . they will be men of God and men of courage. They will have God on their side because they will be careful to stay on God's side. They will be co-workers with Christ and instruments in the hand of the Holy Ghost. . . .
A. W. Tozer
The Church at this moment needs men, the right kind of men, bold men. The talk is that we need revival, that we need a new [movement] of the Spirit--and God knows we must have both; but God will not revive mice. He will not fill rabbits with the Holy Ghost.
We languish for men who feel themselves expendable in the warfare of the soul, who cannot be frightened by threats of death because they have already died to the allurements of this world. Such men will be free from the compulsions that control weaker men. They will not be forced to do things by the squeeze of circumstances; their only compulsion will come from within--or from above.
This kind of freedom is necessary if we are to have [powerful preachers] in our pulpits again instead of mascots. These free men will serve God and mankind from motives too high to be understood by the rank and file of religious retainers who today shuttle in and out of the sanctuary. They will make no decisions out of fear, take no course out of a desire to please, accept no service for financial considerations, perform no religious act out of mere custom; nor will they allow themselves to be influenced by the love of publicity or the desire for reputation.
Much that the church--even the evangelical church--is doing these days she is doing because she is afraid not to. Ministerial associations take up projects for no higher reason than that they are being scared into it. Whatever their ear-to-the-ground, fear-inspired reconnoitering leads them to believe the world expects them to do they will be doing come next Monday morning with all kinds of trumped-up zeal and show of godliness. The pressure of public opinion calls these prophets, not the voice of Jehovah.
The true church has never sounded out public expectations before launching her crusades. Her leaders heard from God and went ahead wholly independent of popular support or the lack of it. They knew their Lord's will and did it, and their people followed them--sometimes to triumph, oftener to insults and public persecution--and their sufficient reward was the satisfaction of being right in a wrong world.
Another characteristic of the true [man of God] has been love. The free man who has learned to hear God's voice and dared to obey it has felt the moral burden that broke the hearts of the Old Testament prophets, crushed the soul of our Lord Jesus Christ and wrung streams of tears from the eyes of the apostles.
The free man has never been a religious tyrant, nor has he sought to lord it over God's heritage. It is fear and lack of self-assurance that has led men to try to crush others under their feet. These have had some interest to protect, some position to secure, so they have demanded subjection from their followers as a guarantee of their own safety. But the free man--never; he has nothing to protect, no ambition to pursue and no enemy to fear.
For that reason he is completely careless of his standing among men. If they follow him, well and good; if not, he loses nothing that he holds dear; whether he is accepted or rejected he will go on loving his people with sincere devotion. Only death can silence his tender intercession for them.
Yes, if evangelical Christianity is to stay alive she must have men again, the right kind of men. She must repudiate the weaklings who dare not speak out, and she must seek in prayer and much humility the coming again of men of the stuff prophets and martyrs are made of. God will hear the cries of His people as He heard the cries of Israel in Egypt. And He will send deliverance by sending deliverers. It is His way among men.
And when the deliverers come . . . they will be men of God and men of courage. They will have God on their side because they will be careful to stay on God's side. They will be co-workers with Christ and instruments in the hand of the Holy Ghost. . . .
Friday, February 15, 2008
Don't cry
Luke 7 :12 - 15
As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out—the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her. When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, "Don't cry."
Then he went up and touched the coffin, and those carrying it stood still. He said, "Young man, I say to you, get up!" The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother.
After walking all day Jesus saw a widow who had lost her son. There was a large crowd with her.
He had compassion for her. He would have had to go to her to be heard. In front of them all he walked over; A stranger to her and to them. You know her friends were watching so this stranger wouldn't hurt her.
(Any one who wants can just walk up as a stranger to a large crowd and speak to the one they escort. Not on this planet, nope, I don't think so. But He did. It shows bravery to me. Even used to a crowd when I sing, I still have trouble if I speak. I like to be expected, at the least.)
Touched by her grief, on tired, dusty feet, not having so much as a sip of water for his needs yet - he went to her. He cared. He approached her. He might have just walked by - no, not him.
No one had called to him. They didn't know him. No one told him. He had just gotten to town. He saw, he cared. He made the effort and went where he was drawn.
With all those eyes on him, He spoke to comfort her. His words to her touch my heart -
"Don't cry."
How I miss hearing them. There have been those that love me enough to say that to me. It doesn't happen now. How would she feel hearing them again, words that mean, "I care. I hurt when you hurt." Who was this man? Why would a stranger care if she cried or not?
She was no stranger to him. She was a mother in grief over her son's death. He could not change that loss for his mother, it was beyond his power. He changed it for her.
He went to where her son lay dead, touched the bier and spoke. He didn't just offer comforting words. He did something to provide real comfort. The man sat up and talked.
"Jesus gave him back to his mother. "
He may have helped the man up and walked him back over to her. Can you even imagine the joy she felt to see her son walking toward her?
A huge crowd of people saw this, a mother given back her son who was dead. Can you hear the absolute silence as the two of them met and hugged? Can you hear the sudden cheers as the crowd realized what they watched happening? Can you see the tears the mother shed still, but these running in joy?
Why would Jesus do this?
It is not just how he is. He walked here for the one he called Father. He saw, he cared, he went, he spoke, he touched, he healed - not because He was asked - because He saw and cared.
No where does it say if they thanked him. Knowing how shocked they both were I expect they didn't. If they turned to do so I bet he was gone, lost in the crowd now seeking him.
Not one prayer raised to him that day, not one request that he step in. No one even knew to ask. They did not know him. His joy was in the giving of joy. His thanks to the Father that granted the power to Him.
Then He went on to die, in terrible pain, in front of the eyes of his mother. He could only call to John and ask him to care for her. He could not change his path, not even for the heart of his mother, however much he cared. He knew this was coming to her, soon.
In time he died. Three days later, God raised him. He gave him back to his mother. It was in His power to do that. He did. She saw her son lived.
God saw, he cared, he spoke, he gave; Another mother got her son back from death. We were given proof we live.
In His love, each of us will be given back all those we love - forever. They live, safe, with Him.
"Don't cry." He cares.
As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out—the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her. When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, "Don't cry."
Then he went up and touched the coffin, and those carrying it stood still. He said, "Young man, I say to you, get up!" The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother.
After walking all day Jesus saw a widow who had lost her son. There was a large crowd with her.
He had compassion for her. He would have had to go to her to be heard. In front of them all he walked over; A stranger to her and to them. You know her friends were watching so this stranger wouldn't hurt her.
(Any one who wants can just walk up as a stranger to a large crowd and speak to the one they escort. Not on this planet, nope, I don't think so. But He did. It shows bravery to me. Even used to a crowd when I sing, I still have trouble if I speak. I like to be expected, at the least.)
Touched by her grief, on tired, dusty feet, not having so much as a sip of water for his needs yet - he went to her. He cared. He approached her. He might have just walked by - no, not him.
No one had called to him. They didn't know him. No one told him. He had just gotten to town. He saw, he cared. He made the effort and went where he was drawn.
With all those eyes on him, He spoke to comfort her. His words to her touch my heart -
"Don't cry."
How I miss hearing them. There have been those that love me enough to say that to me. It doesn't happen now. How would she feel hearing them again, words that mean, "I care. I hurt when you hurt." Who was this man? Why would a stranger care if she cried or not?
She was no stranger to him. She was a mother in grief over her son's death. He could not change that loss for his mother, it was beyond his power. He changed it for her.
He went to where her son lay dead, touched the bier and spoke. He didn't just offer comforting words. He did something to provide real comfort. The man sat up and talked.
"Jesus gave him back to his mother. "
He may have helped the man up and walked him back over to her. Can you even imagine the joy she felt to see her son walking toward her?
A huge crowd of people saw this, a mother given back her son who was dead. Can you hear the absolute silence as the two of them met and hugged? Can you hear the sudden cheers as the crowd realized what they watched happening? Can you see the tears the mother shed still, but these running in joy?
Why would Jesus do this?
It is not just how he is. He walked here for the one he called Father. He saw, he cared, he went, he spoke, he touched, he healed - not because He was asked - because He saw and cared.
No where does it say if they thanked him. Knowing how shocked they both were I expect they didn't. If they turned to do so I bet he was gone, lost in the crowd now seeking him.
Not one prayer raised to him that day, not one request that he step in. No one even knew to ask. They did not know him. His joy was in the giving of joy. His thanks to the Father that granted the power to Him.
Then He went on to die, in terrible pain, in front of the eyes of his mother. He could only call to John and ask him to care for her. He could not change his path, not even for the heart of his mother, however much he cared. He knew this was coming to her, soon.
In time he died. Three days later, God raised him. He gave him back to his mother. It was in His power to do that. He did. She saw her son lived.
God saw, he cared, he spoke, he gave; Another mother got her son back from death. We were given proof we live.
In His love, each of us will be given back all those we love - forever. They live, safe, with Him.
"Don't cry." He cares.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Thankfulness and joy
I am asking today, that if you are glad in any way that I am still on the planet with you that you reach into your heart and tell the God I believe in "Thank you."
I know some of you don't believe. I also know I have showed you that I do. Out of respect for me, even in your disbelief, I ask that you send out any gratitude you hold that I am here still in whatever way you pray. Let God or the Universe or Karma know your joy that I am here.
My heart started to fail me again on the second of January. It didn't get serious to me until the third. I knew for 24 hours before I went to the emergency room on the fourth that I could go home if I hid my pain and waited. It was getting that bad. The other option was that I could try to stay by putting myself in for medical care.
I had no insurance to pay for hospital care. Believe me, there was a desire to let this heart failure take me home. I like having good credit. I like paying my bills. I knew I couldn't pay for this. I often feel there is little point to being here. Having a job just to support a house for a couple of dogs and a cat and me doesn't seem very important. A life so quiet and full of study and empty of daily love sometimes gets very lonely.
I made the decision that it was worth every thing I might have to give up or sell to stay. I wanted to live. I had learned that again for sure in December when the Chantix depression challenged me. I reached out for help to stay then, too. I received it.
I know I am loved here and I love all of you, too. I wanted to show you that I am glad to be here still. Even after Billy went on ahead of me there is joy in living and loving again since Jesus gave me His grace. I chose to try to live.
I prayed on it and told Him what I have told some of you. If God wants me here he can keep me here. It is ultimately His decision. I didn't know what it would cost. I only hoped I wouldn't leave it for my children to have to deal with if He took me home.
So I went and they tried to fix my heart. It seems to be ok. Then the bills started coming. And the cost of the medications wasn't cheap, either.
I filled out some paperwork to apply for finacial assistance. I did it for two different places. I hadn't done anything like that since we had the fire. I learned that, with my prescriptions, I would be spending 13.00 more than I gross. I don't know how I would have made it these months without the blessings He sent me. I don't just spend my net, I spend more than I make. And that doesn't count tithes...
I opened a letter this morning and discovered the hospital has approved me for 100% of my allowable charges. It includes seven of their service locations. I have yet to learn what all that will cover. But I know it took care of $23,000.00 and some change for the three days in the hospital.
God didn't just keep me here, now He is paying for it. However you may see it, I know I could have made too much money to recieve this help. I would have fallen through the cracks. I see that He knew I would have given it all up to stay. In His Love, He - again - gave it for me. What he has blessed me with I can continue to have while I am here and share with those that need it.
I am so thankful today for Him showing me - also, again- that He does live and He does love and He will supply all my need.
This part can't really be proved. But I include it because it is part of what is true for me. Believe it or not, as you will.
I had known something like this was coming for me since last summer. I didn't think I would be here for Christmas. I was surprised to make January before it happened.
It wasn't that I knew my heart was bad again, I didn't. It was that I believe I was showed that the gate I knew would be opened for me. I would be with Jesus and Billy and all I love that are there. I would be done here. I didn't think I would be here long. I thought I would want to go.
Since last summer I have seen so much and learned so much of Him. I learned more of what loving really means. I saw love in all of you for me and my love for you has grown and matured, I hope.
In His love and for His plan I was offered the out. I told Him I was willing to stay. I want what He wants for me. I live, I love, I am glad to be here.
Even when I can't see the purpose, even when it doesn't, in my opinion, seem best for me, I am learning to trust Him more all the time. I just try to do what he brings me the best I can and offer it to Him with my thanks for all He does for me.
There is work here yet for me. I have lost the vision I had to a misty view but I know when He needs me to see something that He will show me clearly what needs to be loved by me.
He shows me He loves each of you just as you are, as I do, only so much more than I can. One way I thank Him is just to say I believe in Him to you. It's what He asks of me.
I do it so very poorly. I get afraid of what you will think. I chicken out. I still am not any more than I am as a human. I still lie sometimes. Even small ones hurt me. I broken promises, too. However much they mean, some I just can't seem to keep. That hurts me, I try now to keep my word. I am learning to say, I will do this the best I can, but not to make promises. They limit how I can work for Him. That is a mistake on my part. I have made it a lot this year.
I judge others, even though I do not want to be like that anymore. I judge and hurt myself when I KNOW that it is up to Him to judge me and mine to accept His Loving grace. I try to be what we call good and still I screw it up. I can only go to Him each time I see a mistake and ask His forgiveness and that He fix it for me.
Just like I couldn't pay the bill, He has paid it for me. Just like I can't be perfect here, He chose to stand in for me, I will not be punished. In His love He takes it from me.
If Jesus didn't love me just as I am I would never make it past the bouncer at the door. His grace covers me. I just keep asking for help and forgiveness and trying to do better. You won't ever be able to call me a saint. I am not even close.
But I have been so blessed today I would like God to know how thankful I am. I can't be thankful enough by myself. I am asking you to thank Him for me in prayer today.
I am thankful for each of you in my life. Family, friend or virtual accquaintence, you have each touched my heart.
Thank you for letting me share my good news with you. I love you all.
I know some of you don't believe. I also know I have showed you that I do. Out of respect for me, even in your disbelief, I ask that you send out any gratitude you hold that I am here still in whatever way you pray. Let God or the Universe or Karma know your joy that I am here.
My heart started to fail me again on the second of January. It didn't get serious to me until the third. I knew for 24 hours before I went to the emergency room on the fourth that I could go home if I hid my pain and waited. It was getting that bad. The other option was that I could try to stay by putting myself in for medical care.
I had no insurance to pay for hospital care. Believe me, there was a desire to let this heart failure take me home. I like having good credit. I like paying my bills. I knew I couldn't pay for this. I often feel there is little point to being here. Having a job just to support a house for a couple of dogs and a cat and me doesn't seem very important. A life so quiet and full of study and empty of daily love sometimes gets very lonely.
I made the decision that it was worth every thing I might have to give up or sell to stay. I wanted to live. I had learned that again for sure in December when the Chantix depression challenged me. I reached out for help to stay then, too. I received it.
I know I am loved here and I love all of you, too. I wanted to show you that I am glad to be here still. Even after Billy went on ahead of me there is joy in living and loving again since Jesus gave me His grace. I chose to try to live.
I prayed on it and told Him what I have told some of you. If God wants me here he can keep me here. It is ultimately His decision. I didn't know what it would cost. I only hoped I wouldn't leave it for my children to have to deal with if He took me home.
So I went and they tried to fix my heart. It seems to be ok. Then the bills started coming. And the cost of the medications wasn't cheap, either.
I filled out some paperwork to apply for finacial assistance. I did it for two different places. I hadn't done anything like that since we had the fire. I learned that, with my prescriptions, I would be spending 13.00 more than I gross. I don't know how I would have made it these months without the blessings He sent me. I don't just spend my net, I spend more than I make. And that doesn't count tithes...
I opened a letter this morning and discovered the hospital has approved me for 100% of my allowable charges. It includes seven of their service locations. I have yet to learn what all that will cover. But I know it took care of $23,000.00 and some change for the three days in the hospital.
God didn't just keep me here, now He is paying for it. However you may see it, I know I could have made too much money to recieve this help. I would have fallen through the cracks. I see that He knew I would have given it all up to stay. In His Love, He - again - gave it for me. What he has blessed me with I can continue to have while I am here and share with those that need it.
I am so thankful today for Him showing me - also, again- that He does live and He does love and He will supply all my need.
This part can't really be proved. But I include it because it is part of what is true for me. Believe it or not, as you will.
I had known something like this was coming for me since last summer. I didn't think I would be here for Christmas. I was surprised to make January before it happened.
It wasn't that I knew my heart was bad again, I didn't. It was that I believe I was showed that the gate I knew would be opened for me. I would be with Jesus and Billy and all I love that are there. I would be done here. I didn't think I would be here long. I thought I would want to go.
Since last summer I have seen so much and learned so much of Him. I learned more of what loving really means. I saw love in all of you for me and my love for you has grown and matured, I hope.
In His love and for His plan I was offered the out. I told Him I was willing to stay. I want what He wants for me. I live, I love, I am glad to be here.
Even when I can't see the purpose, even when it doesn't, in my opinion, seem best for me, I am learning to trust Him more all the time. I just try to do what he brings me the best I can and offer it to Him with my thanks for all He does for me.
There is work here yet for me. I have lost the vision I had to a misty view but I know when He needs me to see something that He will show me clearly what needs to be loved by me.
He shows me He loves each of you just as you are, as I do, only so much more than I can. One way I thank Him is just to say I believe in Him to you. It's what He asks of me.
I do it so very poorly. I get afraid of what you will think. I chicken out. I still am not any more than I am as a human. I still lie sometimes. Even small ones hurt me. I broken promises, too. However much they mean, some I just can't seem to keep. That hurts me, I try now to keep my word. I am learning to say, I will do this the best I can, but not to make promises. They limit how I can work for Him. That is a mistake on my part. I have made it a lot this year.
I judge others, even though I do not want to be like that anymore. I judge and hurt myself when I KNOW that it is up to Him to judge me and mine to accept His Loving grace. I try to be what we call good and still I screw it up. I can only go to Him each time I see a mistake and ask His forgiveness and that He fix it for me.
Just like I couldn't pay the bill, He has paid it for me. Just like I can't be perfect here, He chose to stand in for me, I will not be punished. In His love He takes it from me.
If Jesus didn't love me just as I am I would never make it past the bouncer at the door. His grace covers me. I just keep asking for help and forgiveness and trying to do better. You won't ever be able to call me a saint. I am not even close.
But I have been so blessed today I would like God to know how thankful I am. I can't be thankful enough by myself. I am asking you to thank Him for me in prayer today.
I am thankful for each of you in my life. Family, friend or virtual accquaintence, you have each touched my heart.
Thank you for letting me share my good news with you. I love you all.
Monday, February 11, 2008
My verses
Php 4:5 Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near.
Php 4:6 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.
Php 4:7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
(I can not have a gentle spirit when I have picked up things here I should not carry. In my times of darkness and strife I remember I can thank Him for providing a way for me to put them down. I give Him all my grief, misery, need, lonliness, dispair, anger, jealousy, hurt, sadness, pain and fear.
He does not just take them from me, He takes them from me, in His great love, gladly. Why He is glad to have these things I can't fully understand. I think it is that they are part of me that I willingly share with Him.
We learn more of each other when I bring them to Him. I show Him why I think I have them and He shows me more of Him and His love when He shows me how to let go of them.
He is not glad for the nastiness of them, He is glad to know me better and to teach me more of Himself. I like the learning of it but I keep picking things up when I should leave it to Him.
I give Him my desire to help when it seems I can't help at all. I give him my joy in the beauty of the day, a song, time with my friends and my thanks that I have had them. I learn more of Him then, too, as I see He does not just love them for themselves, but He loves to see I love them.
Like getting the perfect present to a friend, your joy is increased by their joy in the gift. He is really good at getting perfect gifts! I am getting better at expressing my joy in them.
When I walk with Him and know my steps are right I have the peace He gives that I can not explain to another, I can only say it exists for me and I am thankful for it.)
Col 3:12 So, as those who have been chosen of God, holy and beloved, put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience;
(It takes His love in me to keep me like that. When I am only 'myself' I am, in all things, a pitiful excuse for a human. To keep myself remembering to be guided by His love first is difficult at times. I'm learning. But as one of His own I have to do the best I can to live to show I believe He lives and His love is with us here.)
Col 3:13 Forbearing one another, and forgiving one another, if any man have a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also [do] ye.
(Forbear means to resist doing something. {The act of forbearing. Tolerance and restraint in the face of provocation; patience.} When I feel hurt by something someone has done and I do not respond with anger, but try to stay calm and reach an understanding with them I have practiced my patience. It needs the practice!
To seek to forgive myself is hard. To ask forgiveness is harder. That is to admit I have done something that needs forgiving. I don't like to hurt others, I try very hard not to. When I have done something wrong I don't like confessing it to them. I don't like feeling ashamed of myself.
It has to be done so I understand what harm was done by it. Not just harm to them but the hurt I did to myself by being careless or less than truthful. I have done a thing that brings Jesus pain when He stands in for me. That hurts, too.
Jesus forgives each and every wrong I have done - how can I not know that to forgive is only a little less important to life than love. He forgives me, I forgive because He gave me that gift and I know the value of it.
Bearing a grudge only hurts the heart that carries it. To forgive frees your heart to love more. Better yet, it frees the one you were angry, too.
To try to be truthful in all I do is my goal. I don't know that I can achieve it. Sometimes, it seems, I don't know even my own feelings well enough to be truthful in them. I go back to him for understanding.)
Col 3:14 Beyond all these things put on love, which is the perfect bond of unity.
(Wear Love, now that would be a gown to shine in! United with all that are His, loving each unique one as they are in Him. That will be His kingdom here. It is a goal I seek to aid.)
Col 3:15 Let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body; and be thankful.
(Peace is so hard to hold to. It slips away at the least bump in my days. I grab at it to hold it and it just escapes. But if I stop chasing after it and stand still where I am it comes back and lands on me like a wild bird on my shoulder.
I am thankful that I can know peace in my life again. He has called me to be one of His own people. I see their love and joy in Him and I am not alone anymore. I give and receive encouragement, prayers, smiles and care. I love Him with them. I am thankful for all I meet that love Him.)
1Jo 3:17 But whoever has the world's goods, and sees his brother in need and closes his heart against him, how does the love of God abide in him?
(This one is so simple to me. If I can help, and don't how do I sleep at night? Sharing is so much more fulfilling than "having". Those who know me know to ask me, if I have it, it's theirs. If I can find it I will bring it. There is a special joy for me in helping my friends get what they need. )
1Jo 3:18 Little children, let us not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth.
(I try to not just say I care but to show it in how I live. I try to not just say I believe, I try to show it by how I live. I try to do it like he showed us, care, give, heal, comfort, teach, love)
1Jo 3:20 For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.
(If we know we have done something wrong we "beat ourselves up" with it. God's love is greater than ours and He can forgive not only what we have done that we are ashamed of, but how we treated ourselves about it. He will forgive that we did not bring it to Him.
He knows all things and that means He knows us, not just where we shine, but where we will screw up. He can even cover our mistakes and still love us. He will teach us to do better for Him.
A heart of shame can be forgiven and the deed make right when you ask Him to forgive you. His power will not allow one to be lost or plucked from His hand. )
1Jo 4:7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
1Jo 4:8 The one who does not love does not know God, for God is love.
(If one has not known or seen or been shown any love here, how can they know God loves them? How very important it is to love all the ones He give us to the best of our abilities. It may be the only love someone has known is the love that you show them from your heart and in His name.)
1Jo 4:12 No one has seen God at any time; if we love one another, God abides in us, and His love is perfected in us.
(Here we can not see God. His brilliance would destroy us. We can see His love reflected in each of us by our actions. When we act lovingly we are in His divine will. When I care and love any one here, I am loving and caring for part of Him, the love manifested as the life in each one I meet.)
1Jo 4:13 By this we know that we abide in Him and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit.
(His Spirit is love, life - our spirits are of His spirit but the world mars them - going back to God restores them and they love again. You know one of His own because you see His love in the way they love. )
1Jo 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
(Live and love and do what you know is right for each you meet. It is up to Him to sort out who needs what, not you. If it is brought to your attention your choice, in my opinion, is do you lovingly respond to the need you have seen or do you not? I do, if I have the means.
All I have is His and from Him. If I have the means to help, He provided it to me. I will not keep for myself what He gave me to give in His name. To me that would be wrong. If I don't have what is needed I ask Him to fill it for them and I ask my family and friends if they can help.
I see the needs get met in His time and love, not because I fill them but because He knew of them and already provided for them. I love the way He does that!
When we witness a need do we fill it as a caring neighbor or use our own judgement to decide if our help is "deserved"? I don't have the wisdom to judge rightly. I have the heart to care and try to help. It is up to Him to provide the increase to Him from my care of them.)
This is a little like the way I think when I try to read the scriptures. Perhaps you can see why it takes me a while to get through it. I find that if I read the same place on another day there is more I have not understood in it. I think it's going to take me awhile to get through all of it.
These are some of the verses that comfort my heart. However you see it, in your eyes, is just right for you. I am no scholar of the Book. This is just my opinion, one way to see it and all in my misty view.
It kept my mind on that which is good today. It is where I want my mind and heart to be; On all the good that He has brought to me and all those I love. I thank Him for each gift.
Php 4:6 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.
Php 4:7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
(I can not have a gentle spirit when I have picked up things here I should not carry. In my times of darkness and strife I remember I can thank Him for providing a way for me to put them down. I give Him all my grief, misery, need, lonliness, dispair, anger, jealousy, hurt, sadness, pain and fear.
He does not just take them from me, He takes them from me, in His great love, gladly. Why He is glad to have these things I can't fully understand. I think it is that they are part of me that I willingly share with Him.
We learn more of each other when I bring them to Him. I show Him why I think I have them and He shows me more of Him and His love when He shows me how to let go of them.
He is not glad for the nastiness of them, He is glad to know me better and to teach me more of Himself. I like the learning of it but I keep picking things up when I should leave it to Him.
I give Him my desire to help when it seems I can't help at all. I give him my joy in the beauty of the day, a song, time with my friends and my thanks that I have had them. I learn more of Him then, too, as I see He does not just love them for themselves, but He loves to see I love them.
Like getting the perfect present to a friend, your joy is increased by their joy in the gift. He is really good at getting perfect gifts! I am getting better at expressing my joy in them.
When I walk with Him and know my steps are right I have the peace He gives that I can not explain to another, I can only say it exists for me and I am thankful for it.)
Col 3:12 So, as those who have been chosen of God, holy and beloved, put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience;
(It takes His love in me to keep me like that. When I am only 'myself' I am, in all things, a pitiful excuse for a human. To keep myself remembering to be guided by His love first is difficult at times. I'm learning. But as one of His own I have to do the best I can to live to show I believe He lives and His love is with us here.)
Col 3:13 Forbearing one another, and forgiving one another, if any man have a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also [do] ye.
(Forbear means to resist doing something. {The act of forbearing. Tolerance and restraint in the face of provocation; patience.} When I feel hurt by something someone has done and I do not respond with anger, but try to stay calm and reach an understanding with them I have practiced my patience. It needs the practice!
To seek to forgive myself is hard. To ask forgiveness is harder. That is to admit I have done something that needs forgiving. I don't like to hurt others, I try very hard not to. When I have done something wrong I don't like confessing it to them. I don't like feeling ashamed of myself.
It has to be done so I understand what harm was done by it. Not just harm to them but the hurt I did to myself by being careless or less than truthful. I have done a thing that brings Jesus pain when He stands in for me. That hurts, too.
Jesus forgives each and every wrong I have done - how can I not know that to forgive is only a little less important to life than love. He forgives me, I forgive because He gave me that gift and I know the value of it.
Bearing a grudge only hurts the heart that carries it. To forgive frees your heart to love more. Better yet, it frees the one you were angry, too.
To try to be truthful in all I do is my goal. I don't know that I can achieve it. Sometimes, it seems, I don't know even my own feelings well enough to be truthful in them. I go back to him for understanding.)
Col 3:14 Beyond all these things put on love, which is the perfect bond of unity.
(Wear Love, now that would be a gown to shine in! United with all that are His, loving each unique one as they are in Him. That will be His kingdom here. It is a goal I seek to aid.)
Col 3:15 Let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body; and be thankful.
(Peace is so hard to hold to. It slips away at the least bump in my days. I grab at it to hold it and it just escapes. But if I stop chasing after it and stand still where I am it comes back and lands on me like a wild bird on my shoulder.
I am thankful that I can know peace in my life again. He has called me to be one of His own people. I see their love and joy in Him and I am not alone anymore. I give and receive encouragement, prayers, smiles and care. I love Him with them. I am thankful for all I meet that love Him.)
1Jo 3:17 But whoever has the world's goods, and sees his brother in need and closes his heart against him, how does the love of God abide in him?
(This one is so simple to me. If I can help, and don't how do I sleep at night? Sharing is so much more fulfilling than "having". Those who know me know to ask me, if I have it, it's theirs. If I can find it I will bring it. There is a special joy for me in helping my friends get what they need. )
1Jo 3:18 Little children, let us not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth.
(I try to not just say I care but to show it in how I live. I try to not just say I believe, I try to show it by how I live. I try to do it like he showed us, care, give, heal, comfort, teach, love)
1Jo 3:20 For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.
(If we know we have done something wrong we "beat ourselves up" with it. God's love is greater than ours and He can forgive not only what we have done that we are ashamed of, but how we treated ourselves about it. He will forgive that we did not bring it to Him.
He knows all things and that means He knows us, not just where we shine, but where we will screw up. He can even cover our mistakes and still love us. He will teach us to do better for Him.
A heart of shame can be forgiven and the deed make right when you ask Him to forgive you. His power will not allow one to be lost or plucked from His hand. )
1Jo 4:7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
1Jo 4:8 The one who does not love does not know God, for God is love.
(If one has not known or seen or been shown any love here, how can they know God loves them? How very important it is to love all the ones He give us to the best of our abilities. It may be the only love someone has known is the love that you show them from your heart and in His name.)
1Jo 4:12 No one has seen God at any time; if we love one another, God abides in us, and His love is perfected in us.
(Here we can not see God. His brilliance would destroy us. We can see His love reflected in each of us by our actions. When we act lovingly we are in His divine will. When I care and love any one here, I am loving and caring for part of Him, the love manifested as the life in each one I meet.)
1Jo 4:13 By this we know that we abide in Him and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit.
(His Spirit is love, life - our spirits are of His spirit but the world mars them - going back to God restores them and they love again. You know one of His own because you see His love in the way they love. )
1Jo 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
(Live and love and do what you know is right for each you meet. It is up to Him to sort out who needs what, not you. If it is brought to your attention your choice, in my opinion, is do you lovingly respond to the need you have seen or do you not? I do, if I have the means.
All I have is His and from Him. If I have the means to help, He provided it to me. I will not keep for myself what He gave me to give in His name. To me that would be wrong. If I don't have what is needed I ask Him to fill it for them and I ask my family and friends if they can help.
I see the needs get met in His time and love, not because I fill them but because He knew of them and already provided for them. I love the way He does that!
When we witness a need do we fill it as a caring neighbor or use our own judgement to decide if our help is "deserved"? I don't have the wisdom to judge rightly. I have the heart to care and try to help. It is up to Him to provide the increase to Him from my care of them.)
This is a little like the way I think when I try to read the scriptures. Perhaps you can see why it takes me a while to get through it. I find that if I read the same place on another day there is more I have not understood in it. I think it's going to take me awhile to get through all of it.
These are some of the verses that comfort my heart. However you see it, in your eyes, is just right for you. I am no scholar of the Book. This is just my opinion, one way to see it and all in my misty view.
It kept my mind on that which is good today. It is where I want my mind and heart to be; On all the good that He has brought to me and all those I love. I thank Him for each gift.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
To a friend
When my spirit was chasing after the mate that went on ahead of me all that was still here was a body in terrible hurt and need. I had one friend that bore with me as I was out of my heart. They prayed for me.
There were words and books passed between us that got me pointed on the right path again. There was a bond between us created by this kindness. I believe there was another created by God's Love.
I was lead into the river almost a year ago. Then I was asked to do something for this friend but it was refused. I think the point was to show them that they are needed in a special position for God. That was being struggled over in their heart.
I asked an alternative to the refused request. It was given. I was blessed.
I was supposed to go and tell them what the experience brought to me over a period of growing spiritually. It was refused again. But I will say what I see here and hope one day it is accepted.
I was brought back to a faith I lost and I was given the grace of forgiveness. I stood in fear of judgement and then I saw it was already given. I was not judged, Jesus was. I was free in His love for me. Once you have been forgiven by Jesus, there is nothing for God, or yourself, to judge you for anymore.
Jesus takes your sins and the punishment on Himself in love for you and you are free to love and be loved as you were meant to again. That was the gift I was given in just one prayer.
It is a gift I am glad to say I have passed on the best I can. That one small, quiet, private prayer has touched lives that have been changed by Jesus because I was changed in Him. That friend is the one who put their faith out where I could see it and Jesus took it to His heart and provided the increase from it.
Not just me, but now three more have had their lives changed from that one prayer. These three are bringing others back to Him.
If you are judged by the fruit you bear for Him, I would say you have been very fruitful but I don't know if you can see it. I leave it here, in my misty view, and hope you will consider the one way I can see it.
I can only bear fruit because you helped me back to Him to do it. My fruit all is given to Him but He sees it came through your faith in Him. May he bless you for it. I do.
When the ones I have helped have thanked me I tell them I just pointed the way to Him. But the truth is I could not have helped them at all except that I was helped first, by you friend.
So I say you have made this a better world, more in line with His will being done here with one quiet, heartfelt prayer. May each word of it have been heard by Him.
How can you not see you are forgiven? Will you say He does not have to power to remove your sins and take your punishment from you? How can you not be worthy of doing His work here? I see that Jesus loves you.
I see He shows you are His. Please - accept it. It is His gift to you. By helping me you have helped another friend of yours, or two or three and three you don't even know.
I can see His kingdom coming, one heart at a time. I see it now because He shows me. I saw Him because you showed me He was alive and real to you.
I can not repay the gift you gave, but I have one I think is important for you. Please contact me.
May God's will be done in your life today, I ask it in Jesus name. Amen
There were words and books passed between us that got me pointed on the right path again. There was a bond between us created by this kindness. I believe there was another created by God's Love.
I was lead into the river almost a year ago. Then I was asked to do something for this friend but it was refused. I think the point was to show them that they are needed in a special position for God. That was being struggled over in their heart.
I asked an alternative to the refused request. It was given. I was blessed.
I was supposed to go and tell them what the experience brought to me over a period of growing spiritually. It was refused again. But I will say what I see here and hope one day it is accepted.
I was brought back to a faith I lost and I was given the grace of forgiveness. I stood in fear of judgement and then I saw it was already given. I was not judged, Jesus was. I was free in His love for me. Once you have been forgiven by Jesus, there is nothing for God, or yourself, to judge you for anymore.
Jesus takes your sins and the punishment on Himself in love for you and you are free to love and be loved as you were meant to again. That was the gift I was given in just one prayer.
It is a gift I am glad to say I have passed on the best I can. That one small, quiet, private prayer has touched lives that have been changed by Jesus because I was changed in Him. That friend is the one who put their faith out where I could see it and Jesus took it to His heart and provided the increase from it.
Not just me, but now three more have had their lives changed from that one prayer. These three are bringing others back to Him.
If you are judged by the fruit you bear for Him, I would say you have been very fruitful but I don't know if you can see it. I leave it here, in my misty view, and hope you will consider the one way I can see it.
I can only bear fruit because you helped me back to Him to do it. My fruit all is given to Him but He sees it came through your faith in Him. May he bless you for it. I do.
When the ones I have helped have thanked me I tell them I just pointed the way to Him. But the truth is I could not have helped them at all except that I was helped first, by you friend.
So I say you have made this a better world, more in line with His will being done here with one quiet, heartfelt prayer. May each word of it have been heard by Him.
How can you not see you are forgiven? Will you say He does not have to power to remove your sins and take your punishment from you? How can you not be worthy of doing His work here? I see that Jesus loves you.
I see He shows you are His. Please - accept it. It is His gift to you. By helping me you have helped another friend of yours, or two or three and three you don't even know.
I can see His kingdom coming, one heart at a time. I see it now because He shows me. I saw Him because you showed me He was alive and real to you.
I can not repay the gift you gave, but I have one I think is important for you. Please contact me.
May God's will be done in your life today, I ask it in Jesus name. Amen
When I pray
When I have prayed, "I ask it in Jesus name, may Your will be done", I have added it like a post script, as a way I was taught to pray by others. It left it all up to Him if my prayer was answered or not and took me out of the equation.
If the prayer was not answered then it must be His will and plan did not include what I saw as needed in my love of others here.
What does it mean to Him when I pray, "Your will be done?" Why did it seem like I could not know what His will is, that I could not know what he wants? I try to keep my will in line with His as I understand it. I want to do what He needs of me. I have submitted to His love and guidance. I don't always see it the way He does but I have learned to trust Him.
It has come to me that to say I do not know God's will is like saying I was ignorant of my father's will in this life. I started out ignorant of what my father expected from me. I learned as I grew that there were things that were in his will and things that were not. He made sure I knew the difference between them.
Fill my responsibilities, do my chores, get good grades, no lying, cheating or fighting, no swearing, no sneaking, be kind to others, take care of the little kids, respect my elders, be courteous and polite; These things were in my parents will for me and I knew it when I was still very young.
I am very young spiritually. I am willing but still find places that I am very ignorant. He teaches me, as my father and mother did, what His will is here for me. I have come to see He showed us, when He came as Jesus, what His will is for us. I am seeing His love and His will are the same.
If you have seen the Son, you have seen the Father. Jesus did all those things because that is how God wanted it done. Why couldn't I see His will is that His love be manifested here.
When I pray with concerns for others I love and end now, "In Jesus name I ask these things. Your will be done", I say it with conviction and a glad heart, not as rote words of no meaning. I know He loves them more than I can and He built me to see it as I do. I have seen a need I can't meet for them, I bring it to Him. I am not afraid of Him. I don't tremble and grovel. I know that He loves me. That is my confidence. I am loved by Him. I love and respect Him, those are the human words. I adore Him and am mystified by Him. He amazes me almost daily.
When I ask, "Father will you help them?" I know that in His love He will. Yes, just because I asked it. That is our power of love here. To love enough to take it to Him in prayer.
It may not the way I would do it but I trust Him to do it better than I can think up. Half my problem is just learning to see His love His way. I am learning how to do it a little, I think. I have seen Him working here. I am so glad to see His touch on those I care for and I tell Him so.
He never stinted to show His love when one asked for it from Him. Even those who just believed were healed when they only touched him. His love is that powerful. He loves me. He loves those around me. He loves everyone of you.
When you trust that love, like taking a puppy with a hurt paw to be fixed, of course He will fix it. And my joy is He can do anything!
He can heal a life from beginning to end, He can mend a broken spirit. He can fill a dark heart with light and joy again. He can heal a little child or keep a tree standing in the wind. He can take a tree that falls and make a blessing of it. If we only bring it to Him, in His Loving Will, it can be dealt with by Him. For us He gave His life so we can live forever with Him. How can I not see His will is to Love?
I haven't got the words to say how much I am touched by this Love today. I can only thank Him for loving me and pray each of you will know Him.
If the prayer was not answered then it must be His will and plan did not include what I saw as needed in my love of others here.
What does it mean to Him when I pray, "Your will be done?" Why did it seem like I could not know what His will is, that I could not know what he wants? I try to keep my will in line with His as I understand it. I want to do what He needs of me. I have submitted to His love and guidance. I don't always see it the way He does but I have learned to trust Him.
It has come to me that to say I do not know God's will is like saying I was ignorant of my father's will in this life. I started out ignorant of what my father expected from me. I learned as I grew that there were things that were in his will and things that were not. He made sure I knew the difference between them.
Fill my responsibilities, do my chores, get good grades, no lying, cheating or fighting, no swearing, no sneaking, be kind to others, take care of the little kids, respect my elders, be courteous and polite; These things were in my parents will for me and I knew it when I was still very young.
I am very young spiritually. I am willing but still find places that I am very ignorant. He teaches me, as my father and mother did, what His will is here for me. I have come to see He showed us, when He came as Jesus, what His will is for us. I am seeing His love and His will are the same.
If you have seen the Son, you have seen the Father. Jesus did all those things because that is how God wanted it done. Why couldn't I see His will is that His love be manifested here.
When I pray with concerns for others I love and end now, "In Jesus name I ask these things. Your will be done", I say it with conviction and a glad heart, not as rote words of no meaning. I know He loves them more than I can and He built me to see it as I do. I have seen a need I can't meet for them, I bring it to Him. I am not afraid of Him. I don't tremble and grovel. I know that He loves me. That is my confidence. I am loved by Him. I love and respect Him, those are the human words. I adore Him and am mystified by Him. He amazes me almost daily.
When I ask, "Father will you help them?" I know that in His love He will. Yes, just because I asked it. That is our power of love here. To love enough to take it to Him in prayer.
It may not the way I would do it but I trust Him to do it better than I can think up. Half my problem is just learning to see His love His way. I am learning how to do it a little, I think. I have seen Him working here. I am so glad to see His touch on those I care for and I tell Him so.
He never stinted to show His love when one asked for it from Him. Even those who just believed were healed when they only touched him. His love is that powerful. He loves me. He loves those around me. He loves everyone of you.
When you trust that love, like taking a puppy with a hurt paw to be fixed, of course He will fix it. And my joy is He can do anything!
He can heal a life from beginning to end, He can mend a broken spirit. He can fill a dark heart with light and joy again. He can heal a little child or keep a tree standing in the wind. He can take a tree that falls and make a blessing of it. If we only bring it to Him, in His Loving Will, it can be dealt with by Him. For us He gave His life so we can live forever with Him. How can I not see His will is to Love?
I haven't got the words to say how much I am touched by this Love today. I can only thank Him for loving me and pray each of you will know Him.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Thankfulness for a friend
I am thankful today. My friend that had the bad day a few posts ago is back on track in his life. He had good news for the last several days. It might have been seen as bad news, but not in my misty view. I saw the good in it for him and I know God can show it to him, too.
He went to the hospital ER again last week. They discovered his doctor had him on the wrong medication - seriously enough wrong to flush his body for him, call and reprimand the doctor and continue doing tests. He will have two stents put in soon without having to suffer a heart attack. His medication change has let him feel like he has his mind back.
I know he felt like he was "out of his mind". He would protest, "It's just not like me!" when he described how he was getting through the days. I knew he meant it. I knew it was a real feeling and that it pointed to a real problem. I kept praying about it.
It's hard to define how I see people sometimes. It's like seeing two things at once. I see the part of them here and how they are living and I see what I think of as "who they really are and want to be". When we discussed the action he took last week that we both saw as wrong and negative coming to have positive results for all touched by it I told him I only knew One that can do that.
When he asked me who, I answered Jesus. He is the only one I know who only sees good and can show it to you so you see it that way, too, by changing what you may have done wrong into good in your life and the other lives it touched.
Jesus has spread His grace on this man's life and I am so glad to see it. He reached out for help and he has recieved it. I see he is on a good path now when he was over the edge. Finding out that it really was not all him, but the medication he should not have been on, has helped him see the reality of body and spirit.
He got to see a counselor sooner than he planned. His heart won't be damaged by trying to shut down, he will have the surgury instead. His breech with those he loves is being mended. He will have the help he needs to get back to the man he wants to be.
He made the choice to seek a church and found the one he chose had the perfect words for him. He took a young man and woman with him and they found guidance, too.
The pastor and the guest pastor that spoke both took time to talk with him before he left. He was touched by their concern and care and will be going back to them again. I was so glad he has found others that can do more for him than I can by myself. I was feeling over my head a little and I see he is in the right place for him.
I was humbled by his thanks to me last night. I told him I did nothing but point the way to where he could find help. Then I realized I had done correctly a task given to me for the One I can't repay. It may have been a small task but I can feel good in my heart I got it right for Him.
I answered him, "I'm just the ambassador, I can accept your thanks but I will give it to the One who earned it. Keep looking to Him. I am just the one he sent to give you a hand up."
God knows I like to help and He knows I like to bring smiles where I walk. He is teaching me how to do it better all the time. I had thanks, not just from my friend for Him, but real thankfulness in me. I had tried to step over the line of fear in my heart and He shows me it was the right step. I did not lead one wrong, I did not lose them for Him. I was so glad for that gift!
I passed my friend's thanks on, with true gladness in my heart and my faith deepened again. I have done nothing for this man that I have not done for the others in my life. I cared he had a problem, I helped him as I could, I offered nothing more than a friendly place to be and talk. I listened. I looked for answers for him where I know the source is true and gave them to him. I gave him my bible. I can't see anything I did as being special. I have done it all for others, too.
I know the value he has been to me. He keeps forgetting the man that made the poor decision last week is the same one that two weeks before on an aquaintance of only a week drove me to the hospital after sharing a pill with me to keep me here a little longer. He was kind enough to say, later, he was glad I was still here.
I have made a friend I will not only be glad to have but proud to know in the days to come. He will work for the same God that I do and I know he will do it well. That is the kind of man I see in him, caring, strong and kind. I know the needs in him will be filled as he sees them and ask for help with them and I ask it for him until then in my prayers.
There have been blessings of good all around me. I see them and I am thankful that I have been shown He not only lives but listens and cares still for those of us walking here.
I may be moving through a fog but I know who guides me sees more clearly than I ever will. May all of you meet Him. Jesus holds me close today and I am glad of the time with Him.
He went to the hospital ER again last week. They discovered his doctor had him on the wrong medication - seriously enough wrong to flush his body for him, call and reprimand the doctor and continue doing tests. He will have two stents put in soon without having to suffer a heart attack. His medication change has let him feel like he has his mind back.
I know he felt like he was "out of his mind". He would protest, "It's just not like me!" when he described how he was getting through the days. I knew he meant it. I knew it was a real feeling and that it pointed to a real problem. I kept praying about it.
It's hard to define how I see people sometimes. It's like seeing two things at once. I see the part of them here and how they are living and I see what I think of as "who they really are and want to be". When we discussed the action he took last week that we both saw as wrong and negative coming to have positive results for all touched by it I told him I only knew One that can do that.
When he asked me who, I answered Jesus. He is the only one I know who only sees good and can show it to you so you see it that way, too, by changing what you may have done wrong into good in your life and the other lives it touched.
Jesus has spread His grace on this man's life and I am so glad to see it. He reached out for help and he has recieved it. I see he is on a good path now when he was over the edge. Finding out that it really was not all him, but the medication he should not have been on, has helped him see the reality of body and spirit.
He got to see a counselor sooner than he planned. His heart won't be damaged by trying to shut down, he will have the surgury instead. His breech with those he loves is being mended. He will have the help he needs to get back to the man he wants to be.
He made the choice to seek a church and found the one he chose had the perfect words for him. He took a young man and woman with him and they found guidance, too.
The pastor and the guest pastor that spoke both took time to talk with him before he left. He was touched by their concern and care and will be going back to them again. I was so glad he has found others that can do more for him than I can by myself. I was feeling over my head a little and I see he is in the right place for him.
I was humbled by his thanks to me last night. I told him I did nothing but point the way to where he could find help. Then I realized I had done correctly a task given to me for the One I can't repay. It may have been a small task but I can feel good in my heart I got it right for Him.
I answered him, "I'm just the ambassador, I can accept your thanks but I will give it to the One who earned it. Keep looking to Him. I am just the one he sent to give you a hand up."
God knows I like to help and He knows I like to bring smiles where I walk. He is teaching me how to do it better all the time. I had thanks, not just from my friend for Him, but real thankfulness in me. I had tried to step over the line of fear in my heart and He shows me it was the right step. I did not lead one wrong, I did not lose them for Him. I was so glad for that gift!
I passed my friend's thanks on, with true gladness in my heart and my faith deepened again. I have done nothing for this man that I have not done for the others in my life. I cared he had a problem, I helped him as I could, I offered nothing more than a friendly place to be and talk. I listened. I looked for answers for him where I know the source is true and gave them to him. I gave him my bible. I can't see anything I did as being special. I have done it all for others, too.
I know the value he has been to me. He keeps forgetting the man that made the poor decision last week is the same one that two weeks before on an aquaintance of only a week drove me to the hospital after sharing a pill with me to keep me here a little longer. He was kind enough to say, later, he was glad I was still here.
I have made a friend I will not only be glad to have but proud to know in the days to come. He will work for the same God that I do and I know he will do it well. That is the kind of man I see in him, caring, strong and kind. I know the needs in him will be filled as he sees them and ask for help with them and I ask it for him until then in my prayers.
There have been blessings of good all around me. I see them and I am thankful that I have been shown He not only lives but listens and cares still for those of us walking here.
I may be moving through a fog but I know who guides me sees more clearly than I ever will. May all of you meet Him. Jesus holds me close today and I am glad of the time with Him.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Love does not have a body
Love is never separated as our spirits don't die. The separation we feel is only how we see it from here. It seems like something is gone when a body stops functioning. That "something" is not gone, I don't believe. We just can't see what it became. We are not built to see it as we are now.
We can learn that, though miles lay between us, we are still connected in a way we don't understand. Miles between two that care for each other do not change the way their hearts are joined. It only removes the presence of the body we associate with them. That body may get thin or fat or bald or shorter over the years. The friend contained within it is always our friend.
Here, the distance that can't be hugged over and the time spent apart, the separation of bodies that hold two loving friends is accepted as just part of life. I say to my friend across the nation from me, "I'm glad you are still on the planet." However far away, they are still they are available to me as we are taught to see it.
We are not taught to understand the invisible things in and around us. We are not taught to see each spirit that loves us always will. Forever is not just a word we say, it is the place we will meet together in joy and love. Once we are changed, too, we will see them again in a way we can't here.
Death of the body removes the part we can see with the eyes of our body. It removes the part we can hug with the arms of our body. It can not take the part that we love and loves us. The spirit lives on and loves on.
The place they are we can not go to see them in our body. I can get on a plane and be any place I have a friend is less than a day on the planet. To visit the ones I know that are gone ahead of me I have to go with my spirit in prayer. I can visit and love with them that way. It is not as satisfying here as a hug to this body would be. It is a way I can see they live on and that has comforted me.
There is only one way I can join the friends on the far shore and I can only do it once. It requires leaving all I love here behind. They don't seem ready to let go of me yet and I stay to show them I care. I will not abandon them, but I will go with joy when it's my turn. I am not leaving them, however they see it. I am only invisible and seem gone. That is where they have to have faith, to trust the words in the book and the words I leave behind me.
If they can't believe in Jesus first, perhaps they will take my words that point to Him and follow me there someday.
The time I have here is so short, I will treasure all of it. I want to share with others the peace in my heart at knowing we do not die, we live. I want that firm in my children's hearts and minds. Not to comfort them when I am "dead", to make showing them we live easier for the one that can teach them of it. He is invisible, too.
Jesus spent forty days being "not dead" in a way no other has done since. I have seen my loved ones with my spirit in my prayers. Not as the bodies I knew here but as I see them in my heart. You may not see them in bodies you know, but you will know it is them.
To reach for Jesus in prayer and be with him in my heart takes my spirit to a place I know they all live on in love. I can't get there every time I pray, it needs a boost of power to get me there. I believe it is God's loving power, invisible, the Holy Spirit, some call it. That gets me where I stand with those I love and love Him with them.
Each of us has a spirit that can learn of itself as real. How to teach of it where it has been ignored so much is a puzzle for me. None of what I am saying is new. It's not even original, probably. It's just feels like I am discovering something new. No one taught me this.
At church they said I had a soul that could go to hell because it was not perfect and never could be. I could never be a good enough person here to deserve Heaven when I died. I was born a sinner. It was all so confusing as a child. I knew I was a good girl. I knew it's what I wanted to be.
I see it a different way now. Call it spirit or soul, the part of me that won't die can only be perfect by God's love in me becoming, in it's small way, like Him. It's a gift He gave us in Jesus, one who knew the way home. One who knew the things that hurt a spirit here and was given the gift to heal them. He graced me with the gift of His love. I try to learn to love Him as He wishes.
Seeking to fulfill our bodies needs with no thought of how our actions affect the ones around us is selfish greed and walking blindly if we think it makes no difference. When we hurt another or put negative intentions into the invisible life around us it affects all that we are here with and ourselves. Some call that Karma.
We do not know our power. We use it ignorant of it's workings. It's like a child not knowing what a hand grenade is and pulling out the pin as I watch. I can save them if I yell "throw it FAR - NOW!", and they do. But someone is going to get hurt where ever it lands.
The hurts we do each other, the curses we spew without thought, the anger and the hate between us is not the power of love. It is a power in life and living that we have available to us. The real power is to love and live in joy and pass that greater power between us.
The love between two spirits bonds them in a very real way forever. You can not ever lose love that is between you, even when the body is gone. The power that God gives us is that power of love. Not just between two bodies or two hearts but the kind that touches your soul.
It's when that power is turned toward selfish need that it fails and becomes "not love" here. Even losing a friend to a disagreement hurts a spirit. To keep love right between you and all you know is impossible for humans. It requires two to always work out the differences, not just get mad and leave or give up and ignore them. It takes Him to mend it when it's a wound to the spirit, His love to heal your heart and His love to heal theirs. We can not always do it for each other. The hurt goes beyond our power to fix. He always will repair it in both hearts if you ask.
I have friends across the void we see as "death of the body". I am working out my differences in perception with Jesus. He showed us all we live, we don't die. He showed us the love in each can be the power that guides us to grow. He shows me that those I love live on and that I am loved and love them still.
I have the advantage of dying and being sent back once. But even that I doubted my ability to know. I have come to accept it as the truth it seems to me. The reality of it in my life makes it easier to see that things not visible here are still real as we define it. God is as real to my spirit as cold and wet and sunburn are to my body.
I know the love that is life in us is our gift from God to be treasured and brought back to Him when we are done in this body. I can not grieve losing steak and hamburger as long as I keep the love it contained that is the unique self I was created as and shared with those I knew here.
The love between my friend and me was good. I know it's good today. I know he is glad I am there for the one he loves, he let me know it. The one I loved so many years still reaches to stop my tears of sadness.
The love we shared keeps our connection working over the distance I feel between us. I said, "Darn it, another one gone!" He said, "Wow, another friend is HERE!" I knew his joy at the reunion was real and I won't pout as they get their turn together there. We had a turn here with them both and will catch up with all those we love later. The fire of love will always hold the circle of friends that seek it.
My father loves me better now than he did when he was here. A spirit has an easier time expressing love than a man can with the social restrictions and behavior rules. I love him better, too. My heart is carried by the ones that love me there, and the ones here with me, together.
All that lives and all that love are connected through the great Alive and Love that is God. I am never separated from those I love. I just can't see them. It doesn't matter if it is miles between bodies or the mystery of changing to spirit, the love between us is real and never leaves us.
That is why I reverance Jesus. His was the first story of life forever because God sent Him to show us. We are each a divine, loving spirit. Down here we don't learn to show it. We hide it away for fear of hurt to ourselves. He never did that.
When I try to love like Him I try to remember to take all my hurts to God. I don't dump them on the humans that may have brought them to me. I know they don't understand the hurt to a love between us is a hurt forever - unless He touches it for me to heal it.
I just don't know how to show someone God that can't see Him in all that is here of life. I don't know how to show someone their spirit is real or that one that seems gone still lives.
Jesus didn't have a lot of luck with it either. So many still don't see the truths in what he said to us of love and forever and the living, loving God that cherishes all life and love. I can't do any better than He did as a body. I give those I love to Him in my heart and pray He touches them with His spirit to teach them as He is teaching me. I live as I believe is right.
I can say, "I love you forever" because He gave me the truth in it. When the mate died I thought forever had come and I would never love again. It has, for him now, but I am still in time and I am not there yet. When it is forever for me, I know I will love you still if I love you now. I still live on and I love still here. If I have another to share it with me I leave up to Him.
This seems beyond misty today. It seems convoluted instead of straight. It feels so easy to me and I know there are those who will think I popped my cork. I know that it's in tight again. This is just the way I see it now and it changes as I grow.
I wanted to comfort the sad hearts around me and know I have to leave it to Him. I can't make the connection for them. I can only show them I am here and functioning and loving again. In guilty joy I snatched the sight of a hawk as I went to town last evening. I was still here to see the beauty of it. I was looking for that as I drove, the beauty in my world.
I know my friends are walking in the dark of sad hearts and spirits and may not see it for a while and when they do they may resent the world for shining on when their loved one is gone. I pray for their comforter to come and the healing to be completed quickly.
I think it is the social rules of grief that make us fear to live and love again. Men think you should be broken forever when you lose a good love. I had a friend that got me to where I could be mended. I see the beauty, even in the loss of my friends. Still, I miss the body of them.
I will reach out for hugs from others but the ones that hugged me in friendship and love that are gone only hug me in spirit now. No other hugged me just like they did. They will be missed as living humans as long as we live.
While I live I love. There are others I love here. I can't replace a friend. They are each unique. But I can love with others who have caring hearts and are still here with me.
The comfort is that I will be a spirit, like them gone ahead, and the hugs will come again in a way I can see them there. When I join them they will be glad to see me and I will be glad to see them. The joy will be real. The love waiting for me will not fade with time passed here. It grows, as love always does.
Love does not have a body here. Show me a picture of it. Tell me it isn't real. Then tell me there is no God.
You can show me a photo of a loving action between two humans, you can't show me the love that made them do it. You can show me the picture of the place you first found love, you can't show me the love in that place. It's in you and the one you shared it with, not a place I can get it, too.
The love is in you and the love is in them and that joins your lives forever. His love is in Him and is in you and He wants all His loves together in Him, I think. I want all of mine with me someday. It won't happen here. My loves are out there all over the place and I don't stand a chance of a day they all love me and each other here. It can only happen in forever.
Like one grows taller faster than others or one learns slower, we all are brought to understand Him at our own pace and in His plan. We are all different in the way we love and come to Him.
We can learn that, though miles lay between us, we are still connected in a way we don't understand. Miles between two that care for each other do not change the way their hearts are joined. It only removes the presence of the body we associate with them. That body may get thin or fat or bald or shorter over the years. The friend contained within it is always our friend.
Here, the distance that can't be hugged over and the time spent apart, the separation of bodies that hold two loving friends is accepted as just part of life. I say to my friend across the nation from me, "I'm glad you are still on the planet." However far away, they are still they are available to me as we are taught to see it.
We are not taught to understand the invisible things in and around us. We are not taught to see each spirit that loves us always will. Forever is not just a word we say, it is the place we will meet together in joy and love. Once we are changed, too, we will see them again in a way we can't here.
Death of the body removes the part we can see with the eyes of our body. It removes the part we can hug with the arms of our body. It can not take the part that we love and loves us. The spirit lives on and loves on.
The place they are we can not go to see them in our body. I can get on a plane and be any place I have a friend is less than a day on the planet. To visit the ones I know that are gone ahead of me I have to go with my spirit in prayer. I can visit and love with them that way. It is not as satisfying here as a hug to this body would be. It is a way I can see they live on and that has comforted me.
There is only one way I can join the friends on the far shore and I can only do it once. It requires leaving all I love here behind. They don't seem ready to let go of me yet and I stay to show them I care. I will not abandon them, but I will go with joy when it's my turn. I am not leaving them, however they see it. I am only invisible and seem gone. That is where they have to have faith, to trust the words in the book and the words I leave behind me.
If they can't believe in Jesus first, perhaps they will take my words that point to Him and follow me there someday.
The time I have here is so short, I will treasure all of it. I want to share with others the peace in my heart at knowing we do not die, we live. I want that firm in my children's hearts and minds. Not to comfort them when I am "dead", to make showing them we live easier for the one that can teach them of it. He is invisible, too.
Jesus spent forty days being "not dead" in a way no other has done since. I have seen my loved ones with my spirit in my prayers. Not as the bodies I knew here but as I see them in my heart. You may not see them in bodies you know, but you will know it is them.
To reach for Jesus in prayer and be with him in my heart takes my spirit to a place I know they all live on in love. I can't get there every time I pray, it needs a boost of power to get me there. I believe it is God's loving power, invisible, the Holy Spirit, some call it. That gets me where I stand with those I love and love Him with them.
Each of us has a spirit that can learn of itself as real. How to teach of it where it has been ignored so much is a puzzle for me. None of what I am saying is new. It's not even original, probably. It's just feels like I am discovering something new. No one taught me this.
At church they said I had a soul that could go to hell because it was not perfect and never could be. I could never be a good enough person here to deserve Heaven when I died. I was born a sinner. It was all so confusing as a child. I knew I was a good girl. I knew it's what I wanted to be.
I see it a different way now. Call it spirit or soul, the part of me that won't die can only be perfect by God's love in me becoming, in it's small way, like Him. It's a gift He gave us in Jesus, one who knew the way home. One who knew the things that hurt a spirit here and was given the gift to heal them. He graced me with the gift of His love. I try to learn to love Him as He wishes.
Seeking to fulfill our bodies needs with no thought of how our actions affect the ones around us is selfish greed and walking blindly if we think it makes no difference. When we hurt another or put negative intentions into the invisible life around us it affects all that we are here with and ourselves. Some call that Karma.
We do not know our power. We use it ignorant of it's workings. It's like a child not knowing what a hand grenade is and pulling out the pin as I watch. I can save them if I yell "throw it FAR - NOW!", and they do. But someone is going to get hurt where ever it lands.
The hurts we do each other, the curses we spew without thought, the anger and the hate between us is not the power of love. It is a power in life and living that we have available to us. The real power is to love and live in joy and pass that greater power between us.
The love between two spirits bonds them in a very real way forever. You can not ever lose love that is between you, even when the body is gone. The power that God gives us is that power of love. Not just between two bodies or two hearts but the kind that touches your soul.
It's when that power is turned toward selfish need that it fails and becomes "not love" here. Even losing a friend to a disagreement hurts a spirit. To keep love right between you and all you know is impossible for humans. It requires two to always work out the differences, not just get mad and leave or give up and ignore them. It takes Him to mend it when it's a wound to the spirit, His love to heal your heart and His love to heal theirs. We can not always do it for each other. The hurt goes beyond our power to fix. He always will repair it in both hearts if you ask.
I have friends across the void we see as "death of the body". I am working out my differences in perception with Jesus. He showed us all we live, we don't die. He showed us the love in each can be the power that guides us to grow. He shows me that those I love live on and that I am loved and love them still.
I have the advantage of dying and being sent back once. But even that I doubted my ability to know. I have come to accept it as the truth it seems to me. The reality of it in my life makes it easier to see that things not visible here are still real as we define it. God is as real to my spirit as cold and wet and sunburn are to my body.
I know the love that is life in us is our gift from God to be treasured and brought back to Him when we are done in this body. I can not grieve losing steak and hamburger as long as I keep the love it contained that is the unique self I was created as and shared with those I knew here.
The love between my friend and me was good. I know it's good today. I know he is glad I am there for the one he loves, he let me know it. The one I loved so many years still reaches to stop my tears of sadness.
The love we shared keeps our connection working over the distance I feel between us. I said, "Darn it, another one gone!" He said, "Wow, another friend is HERE!" I knew his joy at the reunion was real and I won't pout as they get their turn together there. We had a turn here with them both and will catch up with all those we love later. The fire of love will always hold the circle of friends that seek it.
My father loves me better now than he did when he was here. A spirit has an easier time expressing love than a man can with the social restrictions and behavior rules. I love him better, too. My heart is carried by the ones that love me there, and the ones here with me, together.
All that lives and all that love are connected through the great Alive and Love that is God. I am never separated from those I love. I just can't see them. It doesn't matter if it is miles between bodies or the mystery of changing to spirit, the love between us is real and never leaves us.
That is why I reverance Jesus. His was the first story of life forever because God sent Him to show us. We are each a divine, loving spirit. Down here we don't learn to show it. We hide it away for fear of hurt to ourselves. He never did that.
When I try to love like Him I try to remember to take all my hurts to God. I don't dump them on the humans that may have brought them to me. I know they don't understand the hurt to a love between us is a hurt forever - unless He touches it for me to heal it.
I just don't know how to show someone God that can't see Him in all that is here of life. I don't know how to show someone their spirit is real or that one that seems gone still lives.
Jesus didn't have a lot of luck with it either. So many still don't see the truths in what he said to us of love and forever and the living, loving God that cherishes all life and love. I can't do any better than He did as a body. I give those I love to Him in my heart and pray He touches them with His spirit to teach them as He is teaching me. I live as I believe is right.
I can say, "I love you forever" because He gave me the truth in it. When the mate died I thought forever had come and I would never love again. It has, for him now, but I am still in time and I am not there yet. When it is forever for me, I know I will love you still if I love you now. I still live on and I love still here. If I have another to share it with me I leave up to Him.
This seems beyond misty today. It seems convoluted instead of straight. It feels so easy to me and I know there are those who will think I popped my cork. I know that it's in tight again. This is just the way I see it now and it changes as I grow.
I wanted to comfort the sad hearts around me and know I have to leave it to Him. I can't make the connection for them. I can only show them I am here and functioning and loving again. In guilty joy I snatched the sight of a hawk as I went to town last evening. I was still here to see the beauty of it. I was looking for that as I drove, the beauty in my world.
I know my friends are walking in the dark of sad hearts and spirits and may not see it for a while and when they do they may resent the world for shining on when their loved one is gone. I pray for their comforter to come and the healing to be completed quickly.
I think it is the social rules of grief that make us fear to live and love again. Men think you should be broken forever when you lose a good love. I had a friend that got me to where I could be mended. I see the beauty, even in the loss of my friends. Still, I miss the body of them.
I will reach out for hugs from others but the ones that hugged me in friendship and love that are gone only hug me in spirit now. No other hugged me just like they did. They will be missed as living humans as long as we live.
While I live I love. There are others I love here. I can't replace a friend. They are each unique. But I can love with others who have caring hearts and are still here with me.
The comfort is that I will be a spirit, like them gone ahead, and the hugs will come again in a way I can see them there. When I join them they will be glad to see me and I will be glad to see them. The joy will be real. The love waiting for me will not fade with time passed here. It grows, as love always does.
Love does not have a body here. Show me a picture of it. Tell me it isn't real. Then tell me there is no God.
You can show me a photo of a loving action between two humans, you can't show me the love that made them do it. You can show me the picture of the place you first found love, you can't show me the love in that place. It's in you and the one you shared it with, not a place I can get it, too.
The love is in you and the love is in them and that joins your lives forever. His love is in Him and is in you and He wants all His loves together in Him, I think. I want all of mine with me someday. It won't happen here. My loves are out there all over the place and I don't stand a chance of a day they all love me and each other here. It can only happen in forever.
Like one grows taller faster than others or one learns slower, we all are brought to understand Him at our own pace and in His plan. We are all different in the way we love and come to Him.
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