Welcome to a place where Christ should be exalted and "Self" should be abased!!
Welcome to a place where the BIBLE can be discussed rationally, intelligently, and positively without unnecessary argument!!
Welcome to a place where prayer can be requested and encouraged!!
Welcome to a place where positive and encouraging thoughts from scripture can be shared in a caring and loving way!!
Welcome to a place away from all the arguments, recriminations, and negativity of the outside world!!
Welcome to a place of rest and safety!!
Welcome to a place where Philippians 2:3 is practiced: "Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves."
Welcome to this Christian thread.
(Please leave all aggression, bitterness, and philosophy outside the door and please wipe your feet before coming inside!!)
I live in my own little world. But it's OK... They know me Here!
Welcome to a place where the BIBLE can be discussed rationally, intelligently, and positively without unnecessary argument!!
Welcome to a place where prayer can be requested and encouraged!!
Welcome to a place where positive and encouraging thoughts from scripture can be shared in a caring and loving way!!
Welcome to a place away from all the arguments, recriminations, and negativity of the outside world!!
Welcome to a place of rest and safety!!
Welcome to a place where Philippians 2:3 is practiced: "Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves."
Welcome to this Christian thread.
(Please leave all aggression, bitterness, and philosophy outside the door and please wipe your feet before coming inside!!)
I live in my own little world. But it's OK... They know me Here!
Hey (((Christine!)))
Long time no see. 🙂
Wrapping...ugh..the WORST part of Ebaying, for sure!
Have fun with the kidlets! :)
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
Long time no see. 🙂
Wrapping...ugh..the WORST part of Ebaying, for sure!
Have fun with the kidlets! :)
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
of course, 2 of mine came back--that was a bit of a shock.
LOL!
DD17, off to univ. this fall, is upset with me - I let on that her room would become DD7's room, and DD7's room would become my new office. "Where do *I* sleep when I come home for visits?" she asks mournfully.
So this week, I'm off to Ikea to check out daybeds! :^O
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
LOL!
DD17, off to univ. this fall, is upset with me - I let on that her room would become DD7's room, and DD7's room would become my new office. "Where do *I* sleep when I come home for visits?" she asks mournfully.
So this week, I'm off to Ikea to check out daybeds! :^O
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
LOL! My parents threatened to make my room into a spa bathroom when I went to school. (OK, mostly my mom). My dad didn't want me to go away (I was only 45 minutes away) and was very happy to have me move home again. I not only came back, but later when I got married, DH moved in too because he got laid of 3 months before our wedding! Then later on we had to move out of our rental on the fly because of a dangerous situation with the landlord and we moved in for 3 months with our toddler! (Although I secretly think mom and dad loved having their granddaughter there). My brother moved out for a few months, lost his job and moved back. He's still there and shows no signs of leaving. :^O
Can I come to Ikea too? 😉 I love Ikea.
What was this thread about? :-x
Can I come to Ikea too? 😉 I love Ikea.
What was this thread about? :-x
LOL Jess!!
Up late tonight with the babe, I see. 😉
Yes, you must come to Ikea with me cuz....I've never been there!
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
Up late tonight with the babe, I see. 😉
Yes, you must come to Ikea with me cuz....I've never been there!
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
Afternoon Nikki! Just flying through on my way out, have a great day! Its in the 60's woohoo~
Nikki, don't get me wrong - I will miss her, for sure...but I keep thinking of that old poem about roots & wings: give them both to get along in life, you know?
She'll always have a home here, just not a room. 😉 lol!
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
She'll always have a home here, just not a room. 😉 lol!
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
Hmm...favourite Scripture, story, or prayer...
When I was a little girl, I always noticed hands. Being a survivor of child abuse, hands were always scary to me, as a gentle touch was unfamiliar to my broken spirit. The first time I saw a statue of Jesus was the first day I attended a Bible School. A friend of mine took me, and I loved it!
After learning all week about the love of Jesus, how He was our best and forever friend, I noticed the hands...pierced by the nails...bleeding...on a statue in the church...and I ran crying from the church, heartbroken that Jesus must have been a victim of child abuse, too (or so my child's mind thought!). It made me feel closer to Him, as if we shared this common secret, but I hurt inside, thinking He had suffered so.
My friend's mom sat me down and asked why I was so upset. I told her about Jesus's hands. This wonderful lady opened her Bible and proceded to recite Isaiah 49:16: "Behold, I have engraved thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me" and Isaiah 51:16: "...and I have covered thee in the shadow of my hand..."
She told me of how Jesus had indeed suffered for my sake and to cover my sins, but that he holds me, protects me, and remembers me gently with those same healed hands.
Jesus's hands...the same ones that created the universe, that suffered for my sake, and that carried the cross of my salvation....were what a real Father's hands should be....kind, gentle, and protective. And since that day in Bible school, my heart has been in His hands as well.
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
When I was a little girl, I always noticed hands. Being a survivor of child abuse, hands were always scary to me, as a gentle touch was unfamiliar to my broken spirit. The first time I saw a statue of Jesus was the first day I attended a Bible School. A friend of mine took me, and I loved it!
After learning all week about the love of Jesus, how He was our best and forever friend, I noticed the hands...pierced by the nails...bleeding...on a statue in the church...and I ran crying from the church, heartbroken that Jesus must have been a victim of child abuse, too (or so my child's mind thought!). It made me feel closer to Him, as if we shared this common secret, but I hurt inside, thinking He had suffered so.
My friend's mom sat me down and asked why I was so upset. I told her about Jesus's hands. This wonderful lady opened her Bible and proceded to recite Isaiah 49:16: "Behold, I have engraved thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me" and Isaiah 51:16: "...and I have covered thee in the shadow of my hand..."
She told me of how Jesus had indeed suffered for my sake and to cover my sins, but that he holds me, protects me, and remembers me gently with those same healed hands.
Jesus's hands...the same ones that created the universe, that suffered for my sake, and that carried the cross of my salvation....were what a real Father's hands should be....kind, gentle, and protective. And since that day in Bible school, my heart has been in His hands as well.
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
Awww (((NIKKI)))....The fact that you enjoy your kids now that they're grown shows just how much you enjoyed them when they were little. 🙂 I wasn't aware that your DD was comtemplating a move...I know you will miss that special bond you and James and his brother share, but I'm sure you will always maintain that bond no matter where they go. :)
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
Good evening folks. Very nice post MLM. I enjoyed it much. Nikki had asked about something that would wrap around you. I was also thinking of His hands and His strong arms. Once in those hands, forever in those hands. Have a number of poems written with the mention of each in them. Thought you might enjoy one that describes our relationship to him....based on a number of sections of scripture but the Song of Solomon was the inspiration. I wrote it probably 20 years ago.
A blood bought bride
Will walk by His side
Along that timeless shore.
And through the eternal days
He’ll be the delight of her gaze
The One who she does adore.
But for now she must wait
Till He comes through the gate
To carry her to His Father’s home.
For there He does prepare
That mansion so fair
A place that they will call their own.
Till then she does wonder
What it was, He saw in her
That she would gain His sweet love.
To share His great name
It was for her that He came
So far from that throne above.
All covered in grime
She had sold for her crime
In the slave pits which this world built.
But He walked so fair
And she heard Him declare
I will have her in all of her guilt.
She would never be the same
As He lifted her frame
And cradled her in His strong arms.
He whispered in her ear
As He drew her near
And she was lost in His charms.
He took her by the hand
To lead her through the sand
To a place so quiet and still.
For I must go away
But I’ll come back some day
For thee, for this is My will.
How wonderful it will be
On that day when she will see
The One for which her heart longs.
As she waits for the better
She reads His sweet letter
And He is the joy of her songs.
Night all
Andrew
A blood bought bride
Will walk by His side
Along that timeless shore.
And through the eternal days
He’ll be the delight of her gaze
The One who she does adore.
But for now she must wait
Till He comes through the gate
To carry her to His Father’s home.
For there He does prepare
That mansion so fair
A place that they will call their own.
Till then she does wonder
What it was, He saw in her
That she would gain His sweet love.
To share His great name
It was for her that He came
So far from that throne above.
All covered in grime
She had sold for her crime
In the slave pits which this world built.
But He walked so fair
And she heard Him declare
I will have her in all of her guilt.
She would never be the same
As He lifted her frame
And cradled her in His strong arms.
He whispered in her ear
As He drew her near
And she was lost in His charms.
He took her by the hand
To lead her through the sand
To a place so quiet and still.
For I must go away
But I’ll come back some day
For thee, for this is My will.
How wonderful it will be
On that day when she will see
The One for which her heart longs.
As she waits for the better
She reads His sweet letter
And He is the joy of her songs.
Night all
Andrew
That was simply breathtaking, Andrew. Thank you for sharing. :)
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
Andrew, I hope you won't mind my postng a poem I penned years ago...I love poetry, and it's so nice to meet a fellow Christian poet. 🙂
Above the noise
(Radios, machines,
Lullabyes)
I cry...
And You hear me.
From Your image
(Perfection, immaculate,
Complete)
I retreat...
And You find me.
One of billions
(Insignificant, unimportant,
Small)
I fall...
And You forgive me.
In Your arms
(Caring, burden-bearing,
Strong)
I belong...
And You love me.
On eagle's wings
(Peaceful, Calm,
Serene)
I dream...
And You carry me.
In Your name
(Abba, El Shaddai,
I Am)
I can...
And You encourage me.
In this world
(Complicated, over-rated,
Hard-tasked)
I ask...
And You grant me.
Blessings abundant
(Unworthy, Too good
To believe)
I receive...
Since You died for me.
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
Above the noise
(Radios, machines,
Lullabyes)
I cry...
And You hear me.
From Your image
(Perfection, immaculate,
Complete)
I retreat...
And You find me.
One of billions
(Insignificant, unimportant,
Small)
I fall...
And You forgive me.
In Your arms
(Caring, burden-bearing,
Strong)
I belong...
And You love me.
On eagle's wings
(Peaceful, Calm,
Serene)
I dream...
And You carry me.
In Your name
(Abba, El Shaddai,
I Am)
I can...
And You encourage me.
In this world
(Complicated, over-rated,
Hard-tasked)
I ask...
And You grant me.
Blessings abundant
(Unworthy, Too good
To believe)
I receive...
Since You died for me.
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old...you grow old because you stop laughing. 🙂
Good morning.
I love it Julie . Nice read to start the day.
Hi nikki No not a writter. Spell check is my best friend at times. I work in science so write alot of reports etc. but not the usual for public viewing.
My day today will be filled with numbers and more numbers and interperting them. Oh joy.
Any way enjoy the listing promo if you are taking part.
Got to run.
I love it Julie . Nice read to start the day.
Hi nikki No not a writter. Spell check is my best friend at times. I work in science so write alot of reports etc. but not the usual for public viewing.
My day today will be filled with numbers and more numbers and interperting them. Oh joy.
Any way enjoy the listing promo if you are taking part.
Got to run.
