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| God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treausres up his bright designs
And works his sovereing will. You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head. His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan the work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain. I hope this song encourages you today. This was written by a very broken man who finally understood the great sovereign power God has in our lives. I hope you are encouraged to know dear Christian that the clouds you dread are filled with mercy and will break blessings upon your head. God promises to be there for us when we are in the middle of the darkest of times. Trust Him, Rejoice with deep gladness for the wonderful mercy of Christ. | | |
| In the final days of summer, 1944,
with just a preacher and a witness and a humble band of gold,
They set out to find the future, not a penny to their name.
Still with all the unknown danger, she knew her heart was safe,
cause..
He was a rock
He was the one that she ran to
And when he said the words "Forever"
She knew that it was true
He wasn't a saint
But he was saint enough for her
He was a man,
A man of his word.
In the final days of summer, 1964,
found a family undivided, divided on the war.
Turning son against his elder, debating wrong and right,
He was the image of his father, though they would not see eye to eye,
still...
He was a rock
He was the one the boy ran to
Cause' when he said the word "I Love You"
He knew that it was true
And even in the worst of storms
There was an anchor in his world
He was a man,
A man of his word.
Clutching a strong belief in the Bible,
through all the sweetness in his life, and the bitterness of war,
He knew what God had made him for...
In the final days of summer, 1994,
surrounded by his family and the presence of the Lord.
He set out to find his future, the one he'd always known,
He didn't want to leave his family, but he knew deep in his soul,
The Lord had called him home...
cause...
He was the rock
He was the one the man ran to
And when he said the words "forever"
He knew that it was true
He wasn't a saint
he is the one the saints bow to
Receiving a man,
A man of his word...
He was the one that I ran to
Cause when he says the word "forever"
I know his word is true
He isn't a saint
He is the one the saints bow to
Come to the man
The man of his word. --by Bob Carlisle I hope that I can be a man of my word more and more. I want people to know that when I say something that I mean it. It is so important to have that integrity; as humans we will never be perfect in being trustworthy but let us strive for being people of our word more each day. | | |
| Not Grace to bar what is not bliss,
Nor fligh from all distress, but this:
The grace that orders our trouble and pain,
And then, in the darkness, is there to sustain. Poem by John Piper Be encouraged today by God's abundant, sustaining grace. It is the only thing that keeps us going through the days. I pray that everyday our hearts will be bound to His like a fetter to keep our hearts from wandering as it is so prone to do. | | |
| "For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands, for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control."
"Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord, nor of me His prisoner, but share in suffering for the gospel by the power of God, who saved us and called us to a holy calling, not because of our works but because of His own purpose and grace, which He gave us in Christ Jesus before the ages began, and which now has been manifested through the appearing of our Savior Christ jesus, who abolished death and brough life and immortality to light through the gospel, for which I was appoined a preacher and apostle and teacher, which is why I suffer as I do. But I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed, and I am convinced that He is able to guard until that Day what has been entrusted to me."
2 Tim. 1:6-12 ESV I pray that we would fan the white hot flame of God's gift that He has put in us. What does this mean? We need to be unashamed of the gospel and stand up for the truth in the midst of the hardest adversity. I pray that God would continually fan the flames in me to be forever a witness of the grace of God. I pray that I would forget about myself and look to the one who has given all for me; that I would represent Him in this world more faithfully and passionately. I encourage all who read this to go to John Piper's website and listen to a sermon about this text. It is a huge blessing. Go to www.desiringgod.org and search in the search bos for "Feed the Flame of God's Gift." I trust it will be a huge blessing to you too. | | |
| "You man think that you don't deserve forgiveness after all you've done. That's exactly right. No one deserves forgiveness. If we deserved it, we wouldn't need it. That's the point of grace. On the cross, Jesus experienced the Hell we deserve, so that for eternity we can experience the Heaven we don't deserve." --Randy Alcorn, Heaven, p. 35 Thank you Lord for your tremendous gift that you give to those who are called by your name. I praise You that You have given us a hope and a future; a future that will never end in bliss. A place where we will live, breathe, eat, drink, and be merry forever. We can imagine it because you have revealed to us in Your Word what the New Earth will be like. Thank you for blessings that go so deep that it brings us to our needs in humble adoration. Thank God for His inexpressible goodness to those who are His children. | | |
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