Who First Loved Them

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Hey friends I know this one is a bit dark but I felt like telling the Devil off today!

Who do you think you are screaming lies into our children’s faces? Is it because you hate yourself, that you try to tell them to hate themselves?

You chose to fall. You chose to disobey the Almighty. Not happy with your circumstances? Is that why you propel the innocent to obey you?

Desperate, misunderstood children. Lost in a world where they can’t find their way out; you go and drag them into your alley of deceit.

You lie to them, make them think they are accepted and loved for the first time. You make your ways tantalizing, dripping with fun.

And once you get them trapped in your web, you leave them to fend for themselves.

Now spiraling, shameful haters of themselves; they can’t crawl up and out thanks to you…you miserable lout.

But you know what? We have a fix for your doings. We have a Way out of no way!

You may want to cower, you may want to flea, because He is the beginning and He is the end of you!

He will pull our children from the fire. He will pick them up, dust off their weary souls, and stand them upon the Rock. He will teach them to fight for their lives, fight for their sanity, He will show them how to love themselves by loving Him who first loved them.

So ya best be gettin on your way now…!

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Grandma’s Words

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My dear granddaughter, don’t forget me. Let the sound of my laughter ring in your ears. May you hear it in your own child’s voice. Look for me in your hands, for one day you will see my hands on your arms. Don’t let it bother you as you age, but rather identify with me as you see my traits in you.

My dear grandchild, remember I did things my way. I followed Him the way I was taught. Don’t fret and wonder over where I’m going, but rather remember where I’ve been. On your mother’s sofa holding and rocking you as a babe. Remember my good heart and my caring ways. Remember my years spent building our family to what is today. Never forget child, that families are messy at times. It doesn’t mean they’re doomed, just human.

Sweet child, remember my ways, my strength and determination. You see a grandmother when you look at my photos, but remember I was a child once-a daydreaming young lady once-an overwhelmed mother once-and a devoted wife once. I’ve lived a full and complete life, dear one. I know you’re sad; especially since you didn’t get your last goodbye. But I’m always there in your memory, in your sounds, your sights, and smells.

You have many, many years ahead of you. You are half the age I was when I passed away last month. Half to go. Not half done.

My parting words of wisdom for you is to do things the way you know is right. Spread that onto your husband and children. This is how you carry me on. Follow Him the best you were taught and know is right. And I’ll see you soon my dear granddaughter.

Dear Mama,

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Dear Mama,

I can see you all of the time. I can see your tears, feel your pain as if it were mine.

Mama I never meant to make you cry. Sobbing, shaking asking God why.

Mama, never was it your fault. Let out the shame and regret from your vault.

The banquet table is spread. He is sitting at the head.

Don’t worry mama, we’re waiting for you to dine. To share with me eternal life divine.

Mama, of you, there’s only one thing I ask. Mama, all your life make this your task.

Mama, do justly, seek mercy and walk humbly with thy God all your years. So that we can share heaven, where there will be no more tears.

For all of you mama’s with a child, young or old in heaven. 

 

3, 2, 1 Quote Me Challenge

Thanks to Kathy Wire, my WordPress friend! We are kindred spirits, you and me. And I believe I will learn so much more from this fantastic lady. Read her blog today.

The rules of this challenge are as follows:

Thank the Selector

Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.

Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’

Note: Although this is the topic for today there is no specific deadline to it, meaning you can answer when you chose.

My word was peace…I wrote about peace in two different ways. Quote 1 is defining peace and what it means to me. Quote 2 is my way to personify peace and speak to it. Peace is something I lack in certain situations. It’s something I want to aquire…but yet I’m pretty sure it’s something we all have to grasp onto, hold on tight and fight tooth and nail to keep in our lives.

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Quote 1.

Peace…a quiet, calm after the storm of war. Conflict dissolved.

Peace…Silence tiptoeing in eloquence through the night. Not a sound in sight.

Peace….A relief after a flushing of tears. The restoring of a troubled soul.

Peace…Heaven’s doors opening, releasing angels carrying the remedy for our weary hearts.

Peace…Be still. Be calm. Be not frightened. Be assured. Be confident in our Lord.

Quote 2.

Peace I ask you to:

Unbind me from torment!

Release me from shame and regret!

Wash over over me and fill me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

Raise my chin to look in the mirror, that I make amends with my old self.

Do your irreversible work in my heart that I may abide in you, that I may be harmonious with you.

Teach me your ways, peace. How I long to be your student.

Overflow me that I may have extra to hand out to others.

My word for my 3 nominees is POWER

My nominees are:

Jess Kidding

Wael

LauraBon

Daily Word Prompt: Eloquence

A Letter To Time

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Time…how you tick so slowly as we anticipate your passing so we can get to another goal. How you linger, snickering at our impatience.

Time…how you fly. How you soar, dip and spin wildly in the air.

Time…how you race at speeds unknown. How you chase shadows of yesterday and pass them by on your way to the unknown.

Time…how you steal away seconds, minutes and hours from our tightly grasped hands. How your crime of robbery goes unpunished.

Time…how you are like God with no beginning and no end. How we are at your mercy for there is no way to stop you.

Time…how we chase you; trying to get another moment from you. How we try to entertain you so that you will linger and visit with us so.

Time….how we call you Father Time, for ultimately we must obey you.

Sincerely and Impatiently Yours,                             A Mere Mortal

Conclusion-Die With Me Today…Repost

Jesus wisks me up the tunnel. I can feel the heat of hell growing away from us. I smell fresh air as we climb higher towards the light. Heaven…what will it be like? But wait, I don’t deserve Heaven. I asked for forgiveness before I died, so I don’t deserve hell either, do I?

My feet touch down. I can breathe again! But…the streets of gold are dirt.

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How can this be? I’m looking around at the trees and blue sky when suddenly  a loud bang rips through the sky and the ground under my feet shakes violently. I hold out my arms to steady myself, finding jesus’ arm, I grip tightly until the shaking is done. Just as I relax and get my footing, two women come running toward us. Just as they get close to us, the women stop and drop to their knees at Jesus’ feet. “Jesus, you’re alive!” they exclaim. Jesus looks down at them, smiles compassionately and says calmly, Be not afraid: go tell my brethren that they go into Galilee, and there they see me.” The women get up, still astonished, and turn and run with great joy.

I rattled off a barrage of questions, “Who were those women? Where are we? Is this Heaven?” Jesus lifts his chin toward a rocky cliff, nudging me to look as well. I see a cave with a large rock rolled away from the entrance. Jesus says…”That is where they buried my body. The tomb is empty because I have conquered death. I am alive. See the scars on my hands.” He raises his hands for me to see. He goes on, “I took you on this journey with me to see that when you decide to follow me, you die like I died. The old you is dead. Because I hold the keys to death, hell and the grave, you now can talk to me and repent to me. My blood that was shed covers your sins. ALL your sins. That moment when you were feeling all of that unbearable pain, you apologized and I forgave you. You must now forgive yourself. Look at me, my child.” I realize I have had my head down in shame all the while he was speaking. I raise my head. As I look upon Him, I see a sight never soon forgotten. He is holding chains, ropes, and shackles. There are thousands upon thousands that he is holding up above his head. I blink. All the chains are gone except two, which he’s holding up to me.

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He says, “These are your chains and shackles that were bound to you. Your sins and your crimes. They are gone and never to be remembered again.” He tosses them miles away with a flick of His wrist. “The old you is dead; dead I tell you. You are free my child. You are a new person, resurrected from the dead as I am this day. I love you. Even when you were in the very act of your crimes, I loved you. Go my child, and sin no more.” He turned then and walked up the road. I imagine He was on His way to Galilee.

I feel myself floating, but this time I’m floating in water. There are hands behind my back helping guide me up…I break through the surface of the water, stand on my feet and shout a shout of praise and triumph! I am baptized! I am new and I am forgiven!

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Know ye not, that so many of us as were baptized into Jesus Christ were baptized into his death?
Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life.
For if we have been planted together in the likeness of his death, we shall be also in the likeness of his resurrection:
Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin.
For he that is dead is freed from sin.
Now if we be dead with Christ, we believe that we shall also live with him:
Knowing that Christ being raised from the dead dieth no more; death hath no more dominion over him.
10 For in that he died, he died unto sin once: but in that he liveth, he liveth unto God.
11 Likewise reckon ye also yourselves to be dead indeed unto sin, but alive unto God through Jesus Christ our Lord. Romans 6:3-11

Thanks For Praying

My daughter’s team did not win. But she did earn herself a blue ribbon and a silver medal for points earned during a match. She’s thrilled to have come away with something. She deserves it as she has worked hard this past year memorizing 164 verses. Truly amazing! And THAT is what matters, hiding the Word of the Lord in our children’s hearts!

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