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May 3, 2017 13:02:09 GMT
Post by Shep on May 3, 2017 13:02:09 GMT
GARDEN GATEby Thomas Kincade, painter of Light There can be PEACE, even in sorrow WELCOME !! Come in and browse. Feel hugged. Laugh, cry, most of all, find PEACE I saw this painting of the Gate by Thomas Kincade, Painter of Light, and was moved to tears. He painted it, I believe for his friend whose wife had just died of cancer. She believed in Jesus Christ, Messiah, only begotten Son of God, so she went to Heaven, through the mist. He'd see her again one day. THE GATEI heard the creak of the opening Gate And I knew that Heaven would not wait; The soul was wrapped in a glowing Light And slipped forever from my sight. Although the walk was winding and slow We'd traveled together, here below; Yet when she'd passed through the Celestial Gate, I wondered; to grieve? or celebrate? The rocks were sharp along the road; I could not bear her heavy load. Her pain was great, and she longed for Home, And now - she's left me - all alone. She's found peace in Heaven above; Now she knows that Perfect Love. I shall miss her, til I see The Gate doors opening again - for me.
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May 3, 2017 13:02:56 GMT
Post by Shep on May 3, 2017 13:02:56 GMT
FRIENDS, FAMILY ARE FOREVER
Family ties are very strong It's good to know that you belong To something greater than just you That extends forever, loyal, true.
One will pass, from time to time, Out of sight, but still in mind. No, you won't see them anymore, Because they've reached another shore.
Another time, another place; New memories form you can't erase. They leave their children, family, wife, And enter to a whole new life.
The family bond will never break. Their memory you will always take, Until you, too, reach that distant shore, And join with them again, forevermore.
GOD is VERY NEAR to the BROKEN HEARTED
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May 3, 2017 13:05:28 GMT
Post by Shep on May 3, 2017 13:05:28 GMT
MY PRAYERLord, You are the Light, & I am the lamp. May my chimney be bright, & my wick never damp. May I not be so big, or beautifiul to see, That in seeing the lamp, people may not see Thee. Let me Lord not be ugly, so that they turn aside. Let them see Your Light, come near and abide. May my wick not be damp with self-pitying tears, Nor my chimney darkened by worry and fears. Let the flame of love rise, by day and by night. As I move on in battle, let praise lead the fight! Let my joy be full, overflowing to all. Lord, light my path, so that I might not fall. May many be warmed by Your Love and Your Light From my humble lamp, Lord, let them catch sight Of visions of glory, of Heaven above! Oh Lord! Let me live in the Light of Your Love! Remember the poem "FOOTPRINTS"? When you see only a pair of footprints in the sand, don't assume that they are yours. In fact, at the times you called out to God and let Him help you, those footprints are the Lord's as He carries you. TAKE MY HANDPrecious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, Let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn, Through the storm, through the night Lead me on to the light, Take my hand, precious Lord, Lead me home. It seems we tell GOD exactly how He should get us out of the mess we got ourselves into. We need to let God be God. Let Him, from His eternal perspective and heavenly vantage, choose the solution to our woes. He will never let you down or leave you. web.archive.org/web/20130123202248/http://revlu.com/lamp.htmlMy PrayerCeline Dion www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbviXG_56ss
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May 3, 2017 13:14:05 GMT
Post by Shep on May 3, 2017 13:14:05 GMT
GARDEN of the HEART
All I find within is strife In the desert of my life; Flowers outside everywhere; I appear without a care.
Only I see all my pain; My search for peace has been in vain. Is there a Way to heal my soul? A formula to make me whole?
I Am the Way, the Truth, the Life to rescue you from all your strife. Your garden outside will grow within As you turn away from sin.
I know the aching of your heart. My Child, if you will do your part, I will free you from your shame So you'll rejoice, and praise My Name!
Long ago there came a Thief Who stole from you, & caused you brief. The sin was his, not yours my Dear, From that day on, you've had such fear.
This fear has been a driving force To set you on a deviant course. You hide from Truth for fears of pain, And so you search for Peace in vain.
Your heart is gentle, I can see, But you run away from Me. One sin leads you to another, And you hurt your sister & brother.
Seek My Face & know My love, unconditional - from above - Total,, complete - I never condemn Your tender heart; you are My friend.
I await you Child, & I'll forgive. Don't run away! I want you to live! I'll heal your soul & set you apart, And plant a garden within your heart.
It's true! I promise you! I wrote this for a woman who had been sexually abused in childhood. I've written a dedication on the next page.
Isaiah 58:11 The LORD will guide you always; HE will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.
Be still, and know that I am GOD I will be exalted among the heathen I will be exalted in the earth. Psalms 46:10
JESUS said, I will never desert you, nor will I ever forsake you. Hebrews 13:5
You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast because he trusts in you. Isaiah 26:3
Listen! The Lord called and named Me from my mothers womb. Isaiah 49:1
Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life, but whoever rejects the Son will not see life, for God's wrath remains on him. John 3:36
Believe in the LORD JESUS CHRIST (YESHUA), and you will be saved, and your household. Acts 16:31
You shall be as a watered garden. You shall be as white as snow.
FIND COMFORT in KNOWING OTHERS have also SUFFERED SORROW
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May 3, 2017 13:17:23 GMT
Post by Shep on May 3, 2017 13:17:23 GMT
HEALING of the HEART
I AM the Lord Who healeth thee. How I long to set you free, If you'll only follow Me! I AM the Lord Who healeth thee.
Open your eyes and you will see How much self abides in thee. Do you not want more of Me? I AM the Lord Who healeth thee.
All I've promised, I will be. Open your eyes, believe in Me. Take the first step and you'll be free. I AM the Lord Who healeth thee.
Be not afraid, but trust in Me. Forget yourself, and you'll be free. Goodness and mercy shall follow thee. I AM the Lord Who healeth thee.
Though painful memories encompass thee, And life seems crumbling hopelessly, It's just the breaking which sets you free! I AM the LORD WHO HEALETH THEE!
God comforts us in sorrow so that we can comfort others. Some have even thought of suicide. But we have trouble to teach us to ALWAYS rely on and TRUST GOD .. and God alone. 2 Corinthians 1:8
JESUS is a River of Life, and His children are a watered garden
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May 3, 2017 13:20:05 GMT
Post by Shep on May 3, 2017 13:20:05 GMT
The BIBLE is the BEST source of healing
I have known victims of sexual abuse, both male and female. My heart goes out to you. In childhood you had something stolen from you to which the thief had no right. However, that does not give you permission to steal from innocent people now.
My heart breaks for some who live a life of pretense, hiding from themselves and others, in one way or another. Sorrowfully, some wind up in various forms of occult or crime.
You can NOT sell your soul to satan, Jesus bought and paid for it. It's His.
It is my hope & prayer that you find the courage within you to talk about it, and to prosecute the guilty. I have created these three web pages for you. I wrote the 3 poems, Child of My Heart, Heart Garden, and Healing for you. I can only ask that you don't blame everyone you meet for the one or the few who harmed you.
God be with you.
Dear child Today I will be handling all of your problems.
Please remember that I do not need your help. If it happens that you feel in a situation you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it with ways that are your own. Kindly put it in the SFJTD (something for Jesus to do) box.
It will be addressed in MY TIME, not yours. Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold on to it or remove it. Holding on or removal will delay the resolution of your problem. If it is a situation that you think you are capable of handling, please consult me in prayer to be sure that it is the proper resolution. Because I do not sleep nor do I slumber, there is no need for you to lose any sleep. Rest my child. If you need to contact me, I am only a prayer away. Love, Yeshua / Jesus
Listen for the Silent, Sweet Sound of His Voice
When you are tired and discouraged from fruitless efforts... God knows how hard you have tried. When you've cried so long and your heart is in anguish... God has Counted your tears. If you feel that your life is on hold and time has passed you by.. God is waiting with you. When you're lonely and your friends are too busy even for a phone call...God is by your side. When you think you've tried everything and don't know where to turn ... God has a solution. When nothing makes sense and you are confused or frustrated God has the answer.
If suddenly your outlook is brighter and you find traces of hope God has whispered to you. When things are going well and you have much to be thankful for God has blessed you. When something joyful happens and you are filled with awe ... God has smiled upon you. When you have a purpose to fulfill and a dream to follow ... God has opened your eyes and called you by name.
Remember that wherever you are or whatever you are facing ... GOD KNOWS!!
You are set apart for God, and He has accepted you because of what the Lord Jesus Christ and the Spirit of our God have done for you. 1 Corinthians 6:11
THAT WHICH DOES NOT KILL US MAKES US STRONGER
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May 3, 2017 13:21:00 GMT
Post by Shep on May 3, 2017 13:21:00 GMT
BABIES are from GOD Little child, lying there, Born to life which is not fair; Innocent eyes open wide; Mother's here, by your side. I'll be with you through each night To comfort you in any fright. I shall keep you from all harm, Keep you safe, and keep you warm. Tiny hands and tiny feet, Little baby, you're so sweet! Quiet, trusting hand in mine, You are God's little gift Divine. Today you may not even see life, but suffer death by a doctor's knife: A precious gift God wanted to give, Won't even have your chance to live. Father God in Heaven above Smile upon us with Your love. Keep us safe by night and day In Your tender, Holy way. Psalm 139 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous, how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. biblehub.com/nlt/psalms/139.htmThis poem is for all who have ever had a life in your womb, He is a baby, as soon as the sperm penetrates the egg How can anyone choose to kill these precious little ones! Women do not understand the emotional and mental damage it costs. Teens who have an abortion are very prone to die of breast cancer in thier 20's. web.archive.org/web/20130123202340/http://revlu.com/baby.html
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May 3, 2017 13:22:34 GMT
Post by Shep on May 3, 2017 13:22:34 GMT
I'll See You Again Yeshua / Jesus welcomed them HOME! You have left your footprints on my heartI was inspired by Josh McDowell's 2002 radio program on the loss of a baby. This can be applied to the loss of a parent or spouse also, in some modified ways. 'Little Footprints' has a beautiful line 'you have left your footprints on my heart.' I'll HOLD YOU in HEAVENis a Book by Pastor Jack Hayford For all women who have lost a baby/child. You WILL see them again in heaven to hug and to hold! ALL BABIES go to JESUS, to HEAVENSome name their unborn baby. Some buy a physical memento. One father who's wife miscarried went out and bought a ring for his wife with the birthstone of the month the baby died If you have lost a child remember People mean well, but tend to say 'the wrong thing' Forgive them If you know someone who lost a child buy the book. This can be a great witnessing tool for grieving parents who are unsaved. March 2, 2002 www.josh.org/radio/programwww.josh.org/radio/resourcesEmail Josh McDowell - joshradio@josh.org I'll Hold You in Heaven is a book by Pastor Jack Hayford Angels in Heaven, Debbie Heydrick Some doctors estimate that up to 40% of all pregnancies end up in miscarriage or stillbirth. Debbie minister to parents who have suffered the loss of a child. Keepsake: Little Footprints This beautiful matted keepsake is a wonderful gift to minister to a couple who have gone through a miscarriage. With the poem 'Little Footprints' inscribed on it, it gives mourning couples a tangible way to help them grieve their loss. Just as you do not know the path of the wind and how bones are formed in the womb of the pregnant woman, so you do not know the activity of God who makes all things. Ecclesiastes 11:5 Did not He who made me in the womb make him, And the same one fashion us in the womb? Job 31:15 For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother's womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth. Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; And in Your book were all written The days that were ordained for me, When as yet there was not one of them. Psalms 139:13-16 They have crossed the Eternal Bridgeweb.archive.org/web/20130123202458/http://revlu.com/baby2.html
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May 3, 2017 13:23:52 GMT
Post by Shep on May 3, 2017 13:23:52 GMT
MY BAG
I was walking down life's road underneath a heavy load; sad and weary, trying to find strength of body, peace of mind.
A Friend I met, Who said to me, "send your heavy load to Me. Each burden you have ever felt, just put on My conveyor belt."
I took a bag, and threw it on, and sure enough! That problem's gone! I threw on another and another, and noticed strength I did recover!
A bag fell off, an open sack, I returned it to my back. After all, it's mine, I thought, forgetting all my Friend had taught.
My peace & strength began to fade. Where is that new Friend I made? "Just give it back to Me again," came the sweet voice of my Friend.
Jesus is my dearest Friend On His advice I can depend. I lay my problems at His Feet, then we enjoy communion sweet.
The burdens I had always felt went up on Heavens' conveyor belt. Strength of body, peace of mind, In my precious Friend I find.
The LORD Lifts our Burdens I Dropped MY BAG at the CROSS
I wrote this for a friend whose life was turmoil. She was very troubled. So I put humor in this. But there is much TRUTH in humor
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. Galatians 5:1
Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. Galatians 6:2
GOD BLESS YOU
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May 3, 2017 13:24:58 GMT
Post by Shep on May 3, 2017 13:24:58 GMT
YOU HAVE a PURPOSE
There is NO mountain you can NOT climb with the LORD!
I have a purpose for you my son. Yes I have a job - and more than one Only you can perform this task. I'll tell you Child, if you will ask.
I have so many jobs to do, For some of them I've chosen you. Some of My children turn and run, And some of My purposes go undone.
Some lives who could be saved are lost, Because someone won't bear My cross. I give My strength for every task, But some of My children will not ask.
Some say "I can't" and do not try; Some say "too hard' and sit & cry; Some say "I won't" and run away Like Jonah did back in his day.
But some are faithful, some are true; They'll count on Me to see them through, Step by step - every day, I will guide them on their way.
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