Hope this made you all smile. Have a great weekend Tea Friends!
Living for Christ, I die;–how strange, that I,
Thus dying, live,–and yet, thus living, die!
Living for Christ, I die;-yet wondrous thought,
In that same death a deathless life is wrought;–
Living, I die to Earth, to self, to sin;–
Oh, blessed death, in which such life I win!
Dying for Christ, I live!–death cannot be
A terror, then, to one from death set free’
Living for Christ, rich blessings I attain,
Yet, dying for Him, mine is greater gain
Life for my Lord, is death to sin and strife,
Yet death for Him is everlas’ing life!
Dying for Christ, I live!–and yet, not I,
But He lives in me, who did for me die.
I die to live,–He lives to die no more,
Who, in His death my own death-sentence bore
“To live is Christ,” if Christ within me reign,
To die more blessed, since “to die is gain!”
– Mrs. J. C. Yule
Begin each morning with a talk to God,
And ask for your divine inheritance
Of usefulness, contentment, and success.
Resign all fear, all doubt, and all despair.
The stars doubt not, and they are undismayed,
Though whirled through space for countless centuries,
And told not why or wherefore: and the sea
With everlasting ebb and flow obeys,
And leaves the purpose with the unseen Cause.
The star sheds radiance on a million worlds,
The sea is prodigal with waves, and yet
No lustre from the star is lost, and not
One drop is missing from the ocean tides.
Oh! brother to the star and sea, know all
God’s opulence is held in trust for those
Who wait serenely and who work in faith.
– Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I was reflecting on what a privilege it is for us to be able to come humbly, yet boldly before Jesus.
Seeking that He empower us, to do all that He desires in our lives, and that His favor rest upon us as we walk in His wisdom.
Knowing that as His blessings flow in and through us, that we can be extensions of His hands, feet, and living(testimonies) witnesses to bless others, as we share how we have been blessed by His unyielding offer of grace, mercy and forgiveness.
Yes, His majesty, splendor, sovereignty, and glory are wonders to behold. Which is why He alone is worthy of our praise.
A life of honor and praise is truly due Him. Let it flow!
“Grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be the glory both now and forever!” 2 Peter 3:18
Do you wish the world were better?
Let me tell you what to do:
Set a watch upon your actions,
Keep them always straight and true;
Rid your mind of selfish motives;
Let your thoughts be clean and high.
You can make a little Eden
Of the sphere you occupy.
Do you wish the world were wiser?
Well, suppose you make a start,
By accumulating wisdom
In the scrapbook of your heart:
Do not waste one page on folly;
Live to learn, and learn to live.
If you want to give men knowledge
You must get it, ere you give.
Do you wish the world were happy?
Then remember day by day
Just to scatter seeds of kindness
As you pass along the way;
For the pleasures of the many
May be ofttimes traced to one,
As the hand that plants an acorn
Shelters armies from the sun.
– Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Jesus, we want to worship you! We praise Your holy name and ask that you would bless us as we worship You in spirit and truth.
You are worthy and wonderful, Lord. Thank You for all that You are and for everything that is done on our behalf. We praise You and bless You, Lord.
“God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in spirit and truth.” John 4:24
“And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.”
Luke 12:7 NLT
Dark was the midnight hour,
And wild with storm. Nor moon nor pitying star
Gleamed through the inky darkness from afar;
And Earth seemed reeling blindly to her doom,
As reels some stout ship thro’ the midnight gloom,
What time the tempest and the waves have power.
I stood alone that night,
And stretched my chill hands tow’rd the rayless sky,
And heard the wrathful winds go shrieking by,
And thought of one, whose weary feet from far
Were journeying homeward thro’ that night’s wild war,
Stricken with dire Consumption’s deadly blight
“Oh! feeble, woman’s hands
Outstretched in anguish thro’ the enshrouding dark,
Ye cannot reach that far-off, struggling bark
That seems so lashed and beaten by the storm;
Ye cannot clasp that fever-stricken form,
And lead him home across the cold, wet sands!
“But thou canst kneel and pray,
Oh, burdened one!–Thy Father, through the night
Can hear thy prayer!–Thy tears fall in His sight!
Call e’er so faintly, He thy voice can hear!
Then close the door, and pray;–thy Lord is near–
Is near to thee, and near to him alway!”
Thus spake the voice of Love;–
And, kneeling there, in God’s own gracious ear
I whispered all my anguish and my fear,
Then laid me down, and slept, and saw no more
The night’s black pall, or heard the sullen roar
Of battling storms that ‘mid the darkness strove.
I slept, and woke at length,
Strengthened, sustained. Another day, I knew
That he had been sustained and strengthened too;
And when, at length, his fevered hand I pressed,
I blessed the love that so had brought him rest,
And me, for added sorrows, added strength.
– Mrs. J. C. Yule
The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside [b]quiet waters. He restores my soul;
He guides me in the [c]paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the [d]valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no [e]evil, for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You [f]have anointed my head with oil;
My cup overflows.
[g]Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will [h]dwell in the house of the Lord [i]forever.
I would have gone; God bade me stay:
I would have worked; God bade me rest.
He broke my will from day to day,
He read my yearnings unexpressed,
And said them nay.
Now I would stay; God bids me go:
Now I would rest; God bids me work.
He breaks my heart tossed to and fro,
My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk
And vex it so.
I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me;
Day after day I plod and moil:
But, Christ my God, when will it be
That I may let alone my toil
And rest with Thee?
– Christina G. Rossetti