This website is great for learning more about words ~ Wordnik
Teacher fired because of their conservative website ~ (One News Now.com)
Death is not dying - Event Video ~ This video is 55 minutes long, but I could not stop watching it. I found this in my friend Patricia's Bookmarks.
Hymn of the Week ~ This Is My Father's World
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Song of Solomon 5:1
I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse.
The heart of the believer is Christ's garden. He bought it with His precious blood, and He enters it and claims it as His own. A garden implies separation. It is not the open common; it is not a wilderness; it is walled around, or hedged in. Would that we could see the wall of separation between the church and the world made broader and stronger. It makes one sad to hear Christians saying, "Well, there is no harm in this; there is no harm in that," thus getting as near to the world as possible. Grace is at a low ebb in that soul which can even raise the question of how far it may go in worldly conformity. A garden is a place of beauty, it far surpasses the wild uncultivated lands. The genuine Christian must seek to be more excellent in his life than the best moralist, because Christ's garden ought to produce the best flowers in all the world. Even the best is poor compared with Christ's deservings; let us not put Him off with withering and dwarf plants. The rarest, richest, choicest lilies and roses ought to bloom in the place which Jesus calls His own. The garden is a place of growth. The saints are not to remain undeveloped, always mere buds and blossoms. We should grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Growth should be rapid where Jesus is the Husbandman, and the Holy Spirit the dew from above. A garden is a place of retirement. So the Lord Jesus Christ would have us reserve our souls as a place in which He can manifest Himself, as He doth not unto the world. O that Christians were more retired, that they kept their hearts more closely shut up for Christ! We often worry and trouble ourselves, like Martha, with much serving, so that we have not the room for Christ that Mary had, and do not sit at His feet as we should. The Lord grant the sweet showers of His grace to water His garden this day.
Devotional by Charles Spurgeon
A friend of mine on Facebook posted a different version of this on her page. She said her mother used to sing it to her. This really brings back memories, because Doris Day was my favorite actress when growing up. I know I'm showing my age, but I thought I would post this just for fun.
Psalm 65:13
The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with grain; they shout for joy, they also sing.
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Today I was going to show you some flowers and a little video of chipmunks playing at my neighbor's birdbath. But I can't get the video to upload. They were running back and forth in front of the the birdbath and eating birdseed.
My little cat, Jewels was watching with me. One little chipmunk walked right up to us, and I had to try to stop Jewels from chasing and catching her! It ran back into a gutter drain, and Jewels was really looking for it.
Here is a little picture of a chipmunk on my front porch last year.
Lilies from my next door neighbor's yard ~
Thanks for looking at my pictures.
Today I thought I would post a song that I wrote about peace I have posted it before on this blog, and a lot of people have visited, because of the picture of Jesus on the water. I have had a lot of things happening lately, my cat biting me, having to take an antibiotic, the other cat sick with severe asthma, and my grandson having surgery, to name a few. I did have some very exciting news though. I have become a member of ASCAP, the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers. Now if I could just get something recorded or published, that would be so wonderful.
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Peace in the Midst of the Storm
Hide me in Thy secret place,
Under the shadow of Thy wings,
For I find my rest in Thee,
Peace in the midst of the storm.
Hold me ever close to Thee,
Precious lamb of Calvary.
Near to Thee will always be
Peace in the midst of the storm.
Thou hast been my refuge, Lord.
I run to Thee for quiet peace,
For Thou art my hiding place,
Peace in the midst of the storm.
Ever steadfast, ever sure,
Jesus is Thy love for me.
In Thy presence, Lord, I find
Peace in the midst of the storm.
Lord I cast my cares on Thee,
For Thou, Oh Lord dost care for me.
Underneath thy wings I find,
Peace in the midst of the storm.
Lord, I place my trust in Thee,
Jesus, Lord and God to me.
In Thy name will always be
Peace in the midst of the storm.
Text and Music Cathy L. Simpson
© Copyright 1995 Cathy L. Simpson "Wordsong Collection"
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I thought I would share a few links with you today.
50 Promises to Live By
Grace From God ~ Your Spiritual Garden
Billy Graham’s Daughter Tells how her father is ’Growing (old) in God’s Grace’
A beautiful video ~ Creation Calls - - Are You Listening
Jesus answered and said unto him, If a man love me, he will keep
my words: and my Father will love him, and we will come unto him,
and make our abode with him.
-- John 14:23
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Revelation 3:7
He openeth, and no man shutteth.
Jesus is the keeper of the gates of paradise and before every believing soul He setteth an open door, which no man or devil shall be able to close against it. What joy it will be to find that faith in Him is the golden key to the everlasting doors. My soul, dost thou carry this key in thy bosom, or art thou trusting to some deceitful pick-lock, which will fail thee at last? Hear this parable of the preacher, and remember it. The great King has made a banquet, and He has proclaimed to all the world that none shall enter but those who bring with them the fairest flower that blooms. The spirits of men advance to the gate by thousands, and they bring each one the flower which he esteems the queen of the garden; but in crowds they are driven from the royal presence, and enter not into the festive halls. Some bear in their hand the deadly nightshade of superstition, or the flaunting poppies of Rome, or the hemlock of self- righteousness, but these are not dear to the King, the bearers are shut out of the pearly gates. My soul, hast thou gathered the rose of Sharon? Dost thou wear the lily of the valley in thy bosom constantly? If so, when thou comest up to the gates of heaven thou wilt know its value, for thou hast only to show this choicest of flowers, and the Porter will open: not for a moment will He deny thee admission, for to that rose the Porter openeth ever. Thou shalt find thy way with the rose of Sharon in thy hand up to the throne of God Himself, for heaven itself possesses nothing that excels its radiant beauty, and of all the flowers that bloom in paradise there is none that can rival the lily of the valley. My soul, get Calvary's blood-red rose into thy hand by faith, by love wear it, by communion preserve it, by daily watchfulness make it thine all in all, and thou shalt be blessed beyond all bliss, happy beyond a dream. Jesus, be mine for ever, my God, my heaven, my all.
Devotional by Charles Spurgeon
Oh, I love this one!
Since retiring it seems There is no place like home, and I am thankful With A Grateful Heart to God. I love to spend time on my computer, trying to share Encouragement From My Heart, and finding Tidbits and Treasures. I often find myself recalling Meditations and Memories and reading about Signs, Miracles and Wonders of God. I could be a better Keeper of the Home. I love to share Songs From My Journey on Wordsong Collections with Songs of Faith In Christ Alone. In my Neck of the Woods, the surrounding scenery reminds me that I need to give More Love To Thee.
I would love to visit Pollywog Creek, Daisy Cottage, Smiling Sally and tickleberry farm. I hope many of the sweet friends I have made will be Forever 'n Ever 'n Always, and that maybe one day we can enjoy Praise and Coffee. I enjoy reading Nanna's Reflections, A note from Theresa and Connie's Thoughts From the Heart.
Life From My Point of View is too short for certain time consuming tasks. There are many other sweet friend's wonderful blogs that I love to visit. They are all listed on my sidebar.
This is a new way of tagging people. If you see yourself in the story consider yourself tagged and play along only if you want to. If you decide to join in you need to write a story using as many blog names as you can. It's a bit of a challenge but fun. Thanks Nancy for including me.
I just realized, mine is not exactly a story, which would be much more difficult. Oh, well, the best I could do ~
Just a pretty video I found at You-Tube ~
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He humbled Himself.
Jesus is the great teacher of lowliness of heart. We need daily to learn of Him. See the Master taking a towel and washing His disciples' feet! Follower of Christ, wilt thou not humble thyself? See Him as the Servant of servants, and surely thou canst not be proud! Is not this sentence the compendium of His biography, "He humbled Himself"? Was He not on earth always stripping off first one robe of honour and then another, till, naked, He was fastened to the cross, and there did He not empty out His inmost self, pouring out His life-blood, giving up for all of us, till they laid Him penniless in a borrowed grave? How low was our dear Redeemer brought! How then can we be proud? Stand at the foot of the cross, and count the purple drops by which you have been cleansed; see the thorn-crown; mark His scourged shoulders, still gushing with encrimsoned rills; see hands and feet given up to the rough iron, and His whole self to mockery and scorn; see the bitterness, and the pangs, and the throes of inward grief, showing themselves in His outward frame; hear the thrilling shriek, "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" And if you do not lie prostrate on the ground before that cross, you have never seen it: if you are not humbled in the presence of Jesus, you do not know Him. You were so lost that nothing could save you but the sacrifice of God's only begotten. Think of that, and as Jesus stooped for you, bow yourself in lowliness at His feet. A sense of Christ's amazing love to us has a greater tendency to humble us than even a consciousness of our own guilt. May the Lord bring us in contemplation to Calvary, then our position will no longer be that of the pompous man of pride, but we shall take the humble place of one who loves much because much has been forgiven him. Pride cannot live beneath the cross. Let us sit there and learn our lesson, and then rise and carry it into practice.
Devotional by Charles Spurgeon
The other day I noticed the large magnolia tree, at a church up the street from me, had some lovely blooms. So I had to make a little trip up there to take some more pictures.
This is to show how large the tree is. It looks much bigger closer up, of course, as I was standing back to get the full view of the tree.
Thanks for looking at the pretty magnolias.
I received an email today that some radio stations are banning this song. We need to keep singing it and praying for our country.
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Psalm 45:7 Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness, therefore God, thy God hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.
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Psalm 45:7
Thou hatest wickedness.
"Be ye angry, and sin not." There can hardly be goodness in a man if he be not angry at sin; he who loves truth must hate every false way. How our Lord Jesus hated it when the temptation came! Thrice it assailed Him in different forms, but ever He met it with, "Get thee behind me, Satan." He hated it in others; none the less fervently because He showed His hate oftener in tears of pity than in words of rebuke; yet what language could be more stern, more Elijah-like, than the words, "Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye devour widows' houses, and for a pretence make long prayer." He hated wickedness, so much that He bled to wound it to the heart; He died that it might die; He was buried that He might bury it in His tomb; and He rose that He might for ever trample it beneath His feet. Christ is in the Gospel, and that Gospel is opposed to wickedness in every shape. Wickedness arrays itself in fair garments, and imitates the language of holiness; but the precepts of Jesus, like His famous scourge of small cords, chase it out of the temple, and will not tolerate it in the Church. So, too, in the heart where Jesus reigns, what war there is between Christ and Belial! And when our Redeemer shall come to be our Judge, those thundering words, "Depart, ye cursed" which are, indeed, but a prolongation of His life-teaching concerning sin, shall manifest His abhorrence of iniquity. As warm as is His love to sinners, so hot is His hatred of sin; as perfect as is His righteousness, so complete shall be the destruction of every form of wickedness. O thou glorious champion of right, and destroyer of wrong, for this cause hath God, even Thy God, anointed thee with the oil of gladness above Thy fellows.
Devotional by Charles Spurgeon
