I believe that from time to time we all need a reminder of what power we have through the Spirit that lives in each of us. And also a prompt to (I do a least) do that which God wants us to do. The piece, published on Relijournal, is a “dialog” between the Trinity exhorting us to press on, “enduring to the end.
1. Wake Up !!
Decide to have a good day.
‘This is the day the Lord hath made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.’Psalms 118:24
2. Dress Up !!
The best way to dress up is to put on a smile.
A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.
‘The Lord does not look at the things man looks at.
Man looks at outward appearance,
but the Lord looks at the heart.’
I Samuel 16:7
3. Shut Up!!
Say nice things and learn to listen.
God gave us two ears and one mouth,
so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking.
‘He who guards his lips guards his soul.’
4. Stand Up!!
. . . for what you believe in.
Stand for something or you will fall for anything.
‘Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time,
we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good…’
5. Look Up !!
. . to the Lord.
‘I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me’.
6. Reach Up !!
. . for something higher.
‘Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
and lean not unto your own understanding.
In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your path.’
7. Lift Up !!
. . your Prayers.
‘Do not worry about anything; instead
PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING.’
And always remember…God answers knee-mail!
The past two days have been preperation for apple butter making day, today. Due to other obligations, I’ve not been able to help thus far. And it saddens me because I know the fellowship I’m missing out on.
The kettles have been on the fire for hours by now and I’ve yet to make my way over to the church. Honestly though, there’s nothing I can do today up till closer to finishing time anyhow. But I’m getting ready to head on over in just a bit. I can be moral support for the laborers and then already there when time come that I can help.
If you’ve never taken part in an old fashioned apple butter making you are missing out on a lot of work, fun and fellowship. I encourage you/ if you get the opportunity, to give it a try and see if I’m right.
An excerpt from the introduction to an article published today on Relijournal:
Life is full of decisions. Some are big and important, other are small, even insignificant. How we go about making those decisions, big or small, should be something we give lots of thought to and seek guidance on.
I now remember why we had children at a young age, early in our lives and marriage: We were more able to care for them then!
This past week, every day except today, I had the privilege of babysitting my grandson. He truly is a pure joy to me. But, being 40+ now and physically limited in what I can do, he is also much work for me! Again, I am not complaining; I enjoyed every minute I spent with him. However, I realize that raising children is for the young, not the, well, old-er (to be kind to my ego).
He is a bt spoiled already; he’s used to being held and rocked off to sleep. That was something I warned my son and daughter-in-law about but to no avail. And he fusses and “gripes” the whole time, fighting sleep gum-and-nail (since he has no teeth yet). Well, that rocking business is not very easy for a fellow with most of his lumbar spine surgically altered; the motion just doesn’t work for me anymore. So, Papaw has retrained the little one in a new routine.
Now I lay him in his little bed-thing, place him comfortably on his side, insert his scream-plug (also known as a pacifier) and pat his bottom as I sing to him. Before the week was half over he was happily into his new routine. Depending on how tired he is, he generally makes it through three songs, though at times he is off to dreamland before I finish Amazing Grace. He also likes The Old Ship of Zion and Victory in Jesus, in case you were wondering.
My wife told me he is now spoiled by me! No one else can get him to sleep the way I can, she professes. I don’t know if it’s true but I certainly enjoy that thought. She surmised this after she couldn’t seem to get him to sleep without Papaw’s help. And I am informed that last night my daughter-in-law had quite the time getting him off to la-la land, too. Yes indeed, this Papaw-stuff is right up my alley. To say that I am enjoying it would be the biggest understatement of the week at least!
A nurse on the pediatric ward, before listening to the little ones chests, would plug the stethoscope into their ears and let them listen to their own hearts. Their eyes would always light up with awe, but she never got a response equal to four-year old David’s comment. Gently she tucked the stethoscope into his ears and placed the disk over his heart. ‘Listen’, she said, ‘What do you suppose that is?’ He drew his eyebrows together in a puzzled line and looked up as if lost in the mystery of the strange tap – tap – tapping deep in his chest.
Then his face broke out in a wondrous grin and he asked, ‘Is that Jesus knocking on my door?’
What a wonderful story! With the innocence of a child, we too must listen for that “knock”. Jesus knocks on the door of our hearts because He desires we let Him in to make us new creatures. He knocks because He desires we yield to Him to do His will. He knocks because He loves us. The question is simply this: Are we listening for the knock? And then, are we answering His call?
Mat 7:7 Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:
I am so thankful that You do knock at my heart’s door. I pray for the discernment and courage to always answer Your call and be obedient to it.