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Purred: Mon Aug 22, '11 5:47am PST 
“ Jesus wept. Then said the Jews, Behold how he loved him! ”
John 11:35-36
The Savior’s Tears

How are you?” concerned friends asked when they learned of my depression .Why was that question so hard to answer? A small book by minister Barbara Crafton helped me to understand. She had suffered from clinical depression, and being in the ministry had magnified all the hesitations and pain of being deeply depressed.

The title of her book, Jesus Wept: When Faith and Depression Meet, refers to the only time in the Bible when Jesus shed tears. When His friend Lazarus, the brother of Mary died, “Jesus wept."

Like us, Christ felt grief and mental anguish and clearly made no effort to hide His sadness from His disciples and friends. We are often less willing to reveal our pain and vulnerability. I know, because I struggled to hide my pain for long enough to make it more serious, more life threatening. I was ashamed of my weakness, ashamed that I couldn’t “snap out of it.” If my relationship with God is strong, why am I feeling so hopeless? I wondered. Can’t my faith vanquish this evil? If I pray hard enough, why doesn’t God lighten the darkness? Questions like these tormented me. I couldn’t face down the feeling of shame, imagined or real. I felt as if people saw me as missing spiritual strength.

But quiet words from someone who understands can break through the bleak isolation. I’ve read Crafton’s book four or five times. She knows the pain of trying to reconcile depression and faith. Her healing became a part of mine. Now back on solid ground, I can repeat to myself her words: “We are children of God, put here to delight in the world as long as we are privileged to be here.”

Lord, I need Your care on the good days and the bad, and I trust that You will never leave me alone in the dark. Amen.

By Brigitte Weeks

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Purred: Wed Aug 24, '11 9:16am PST 
The Harp of David
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Yesterday's Power Minute was only music. There were no words.

Was it an error?
That depends on who you ask.

The person who programs The Power Minute surely made a mistake.
It wasn't supposed to be just music. It was supposed to have
words. It didn't, there was only music.

Perhaps the true message of that Power Minute was that sometimes
we just need to stop and listen to the music.

In the Bible when an evil spirit came upon King Saul, the only
thing that got rid of the evil spirit was music.

Got music?

Listen to the message, "The Harp of David" if you have trouble
with troubling spirits.

The Harp of David > http://www.theonlineword.com/mp3/5300.mp3

To hear the Power Minute with just music click below:
http://www.powerminute.com/p/pm2011-08-23.mp3

Stop and listen to the music.

www.PowerMinute.com

~A MountainWings Original~

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Purred: Sun Aug 28, '11 8:43am PST 
From A Distance
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From a distance the world looks blue and green
And the snow-capped mountains white
From a distance the ocean meets the stream
And the eagle takes to flight

From a distance there is harmony
And it echoes through the land
It's the voice of hope
It's the voice of peace
It's the voice of every man

From a distance we all have enough
And no one is in need
And there are no guns, no bombs and no disease
No hungry mouths to feed

From a distance we are instruments
Marching in a common land
Playing songs of hope
Playing songs of peace
They're the songs of every man

God is watching us
God is watching us
God is watching us from a distance

From a distance you look like my friend
Even though we are at war
From a distance I just cannot comprehend
What all this fighting is for

From a distance there is harmony
And it echoes through the land
And it's the hope of hope
It's the love of love
It's the heart of every man (every man)
It's the hope of hope
It's the love of love
This is the song of every man

And God is watching us
God is watching us

God is watching us from a distance
Oh, God is watching us
God is watching
God is watching us from a distance


from the song “From A Distance”
Written by Julie Gold, sung by Bette Midler


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Purred: Mon Aug 29, '11 7:54am PST 
How to Get Help from the Bible
Norman Vincent Peale shows you how to use Scripture as a guide for happy, efficient, faithful living.

By Norman Vincent Peale

For multitudes of people, the Bible provides supernatural strength. If it hasn't done so for you perhaps you need a few simple suggestions on how to make use of this greatest of all tools for happy and efficient living.

You need not be a Bible scholar. Just take a few easy steps and this marvelous book will pour out its riches upon you.


1. Buy an attractive Bible with good print, a beautiful book, one that you like to hold in your hand.

Learn to love the book itself. Use a Bible that has sentimental value, as for example, one given you by your mother, father, pastor, or Sunday school teacher.


2. Pick it up, open it and read it.

It will never do you any good standing on a shelf.


3. Read through Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, the first four books of the New Testament.

Read one chapter a day. I suggest reading your daily chapter just before retiring. This will allow you to go to sleep with healthy, happy, positive thoughts soaking into your thought patterns for the next day.

By reading a chapter a day, you will complete these four books of the Bible in 89 days. Then repeat the process. Read them over again. Most of the great principles of Jesus are found in these books. Master them and you will have His rare secret of great living. Then, when you have read them through twice, read them a third time and the total of the three times will take you 267 days.


4. On the second reading of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, underline passages that appeal to you, and on the third reading, memorize one passage every day.

The more passages you commit to memory, the more completely you will be carrying the Bible around in your mind. Say these words over to yourself in spare minutes. These passages will serve as logs to cling to when sometimes you find yourself adrift and shipwrecked on the sea of life. They will hold you up and literally save your life.


5. We are afflicted by moods.

Sometimes we are fearful and worried, at other times we are angry and resentful; sometimes our loved ones are ill and at times we feel very lonely. There is an answer in the Bible to every mood. So, take your Bible in your hand, close your eyes and pray that God will give you just the message you need. Then open the Bible. The first statement you see may not be your answer, for God does not work in a mechanical manner. Continue reading and you will come to what He wants to say to you. You will recognize it when you see it. Incidentally, this will help you to become familiar with the entire Bible. In time, this familiarity will enable you to know where to look for help in specific situations.


6. Sometime when you have an entire evening to give to reading, read the entire Book of Psalms without stopping.

When you finish, you will have such an overwhelming sense of the victory of faith over all the troubles of life that you will want to shout for joy. There is nothing like it. Don't miss it! In cases of grief and disappointment, I have known this practice to revolutionize a person's entire outlook. It gives one the whole panorama of human suffering and spiritual victory in one dose.


7. Perhaps you will become so interested in the Bible that you will want to know the entire book as would a spiritual scholar.

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Purred: Tue Aug 30, '11 5:19am PST 
“ And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man. ”
Luke 2hi52
When our daughter Maria started high school, it was hard for me not to try to relive the ups and downs of my high school years through her. I wanted her not to make the mistakes I made, so I was always giving her advice.

“Go to all the football games—don’t miss out on things like I did," I told her, even before school started. “Don’t go to the dance with a boy you’re not crazy about just to have a date” was another bit of my unsolicited wisdom. I couldn’t resist it if I thought I could spare her some of the anxiety I had experienced.

Finally Maria said to me, “You know, Mom, if I don’t learn some of these things on my own, I won’t have any advice to pass on to my kids!” She was so right. I wanted her to learn from my mistakes instead of making her own.

God’s parenting example is clear. He gives me love and direction, but then lets me go out into the world to fall or fly. What an encouragement for any parent to know that even Jesus, in His humanity, was given the freedom to learn and grow. The best I can do for Maria is love, listen and guide when asked. If she is to grow into the person God created her to be, I need to get out of her way much of the time. Although I’d like to clear the path for her, only she can find her unique way in life.

Lord, give me the wisdom and the strength to know when to keep silent.

By Gina Bridgeman

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By Adam Hunter, August 22, 2011
Three weeks ago, I asked you for photos and stories of the mysterious and miraculous moments you've witnessed in your life (to help grow our Mysterious Ways Tumblr site). Guideposts reader Kathy Sharp of Mantua, New Jersey, shared with us one powerful moment she experienced after the death of a beloved pet.

"Many years ago, my life was getting more lonely by the minute. My relationship of several years had ended. I also was going through empty nest syndrome. I decided to look into getting a dog, a little dog.

My daughter and I went to every animal shelter we possibly could find in the Yellow Pages. We saw all kinds of dogs, just not the one. Around Christmas, I decided to take a quick peek on the internet to check the animal shelters again to see if just maybe there were any new adoptees. There she was—a matted, dirty white, skinny, sad-eyed 1-year-old poodle/Westie mix. I immediately filled out an application online. Two weeks later, she was mine.

I kept the name Pebbles, which the shelter had given her. I took her home and loved her. Through the years, I always referred to her as my angel because she was always there with me, through thick and thin. I always said that she rescued me; I didn't rescue her.

We had nearly 12 happy years together. The day she died, my heart was broken. That morning, my whole family gathered to bury her under the lilac bush in my yard. I prayed to God to take good care of the gift he had given me, and told him how grateful I was for the time I had with my angel.

Just hours after my Pebbles passed away, this picture was taken by my son and my daughter-in-law. The beam of light shining down was directly over my house.

I always knew she was my angel. God didn't have to confirm it, but this sign did help me to know she was with him again."

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September 5, 2011
“ Aspire to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business, and to work with your own hands. . . . ”
I Thessalonians 4:11 (NKJV)


I spend most of my week at a computer screen, working with words. But on Saturdays I intentionally switch modes and work with my hands in a more tactile way. I look forward to cooking up a few dishes—old favorites or new recipes—from scratch.

In the morning at the grocery store, I linger in the produce section. Shall I make some guacamole? No, the avocados today are too hard and too expensive. A bunch of herbs for parsley soup? Yes, that would taste good. Apples for pie? Yes, but that means I need to buy shortening.

I return home and head for the kitchen. I get out my cutting board and chop; my paring knife and peel. With pastry cutter and rolling pin, I transform raw ingredients into tasty baked goods. The soup simmers. I pull a golden pie out of the oven. It looks good! Even before tasting or serving, I smile, expressing a joy that flows from deep within.

Ben Sira, an ancient Jewish writer, describes people whose “prayer shall be in the work of their craft.” He’s referring to farmers, artists, blacksmiths and potters, but I think also of cooks and tailors, builders and gardeners, musicians and machine makers. Whether it’s a vocation or avocation, any work can be performed as a prayer to God’s glory, a prayer that draws us close to our Creator’s heart.

Lord, draw me today to some project that I can complete as a working prayer.

By Evelyn Bence

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Purred: Tue Sep 6, '11 8:57am PST 
“ Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. ”
Ephesians 1:3 (NIV)
This summer has been eventful for my family. We’ve welcomed new babies. We’ve had cookouts and blown a million bubbles (mostly at two-year-old Isabelle Grace’s request). We watched grandson Mace blow out one candle on his birthday cake. We’ve played in the sand and eaten (way too many) ice cream cones. Good times, good memories.

But some of the events haven’t been joyful or welcome. My mother-in-law Opal was diagnosed with cancer in her right sinus cavity. She spent the summer undergoing chemo at Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville, Tennessee. They were hoping the difficult treatments would shrink the tumor and surgery could follow, but that’s not what happened. The cancer continues to grow.

There have been a flock of other family problems, too—some physical, some financial, others emotional. I wake each morning and begin praying for the overwhelming needs of those I love. I’ve even begun to wonder what new calamity might unfold during the course of an otherwise ordinary day. Which is why the sunflowers came as such a welcome surprise.

They appeared one day, twin stalks rising out of the flower bed near my sunroom door. By the time I noticed them, they were knee-high and looked enough unlike a weed to be spared my dedicated pulling. They grew taller and soon big buds appeared. That’s when I knew: I was going to have sunflowers to brighten my waning garden!

As I was admiring these beauties this morning, I noticed they had sprung up next to a clump of red geraniums. And nestled in those geraniums is a small gray rock with a single word carved into its face: Rejoice .

Good advice; rock solid advice. Because in the midst of sadness and trial, there is always God’s eternal love—and some unexpected blessings.

Keep me from being so downcast, Lord, that I forget to look for the f lowers lining my pathway.

By Mary Lou Carney

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