Our Every Acts of Worship

Everything we do
Is an act of worship
That brings pleasure and delight
When it’s done for God,
It touches His heart
And is our God-given purpose in life

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For God created
Everything that exists
For His glory and His pleasure
And we, His children,
Have so much worth,
More valuable than priceless treasure

 

For worshipping God
Is truly a lifestyle,
Affecting everything we do
It’s not just in singing
Spiritual songs,
But in our everyday happenings too

 

As we minister to those
We see in need,
Offering to them our service,
And even the mundane,
Everyday things,
To God, they’re acts of worship

 

We need to be offering
As a dedication
Every area of our lives
As an act of spiritual
Worship to God
And a most holy sacrifice

 

For God cares so much
About every detail
No matter how great or small,
For God will walk
In our every day life
As we establish Him as Lord.

M.S Lowndes

How Did We Survive?

Looking back, it’s hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.images12QRLOOS.jpg

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town as a young kid!) We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with doors and windows open. Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we didn’t pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and mosquitoes. We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT. We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day.

We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt. We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never overweight… we were always outside playing. We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives. We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.

We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and crawdads. We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the top of fences like they were tight ropes. We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep them. We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and without getting arrested. We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each other and at passing cars.

We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat, in the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on strangers’ doors without fear when we were searching for our missing puppy or kitten. We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and it would still be there in the morning.

There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone made the teams. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Some students weren’t as smart as others so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary. We didn’t wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed into a Volkswagen.

That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

And you’re one of them. Congratulations!

~Richard

Fragrance Of Grace

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We are your children, Lord,
Saved by your precious grace
And walking in your victory,
Living by hope and faith

 

We come before your holy throne
And worship at your feet,
Our souls renewed with new hope,
Our spirits now set free

 

We yearn to know you more, O God,
More than we do right now
And we long for your presence, Lord,
As before your throne, we bow

 

May we be as fragrant offerings,
An incense of the Lord
That you may take pleasure in us,
A vessel you have called

 

So you may fill to overflow
With your Holy Spirit of truth,
So we can take your gospel, Lord,
To those who don’t know you

 

And be to them as Jesus was,
To love them all despite
Wherever they have come from, Lord,
For you can change their lives

 

So they can come before you
And worship you with praise,
To come into your presence, Lord,
And receive your saving grace.

M.S. Lowndes

Delicate Strands-Hand Crafted

 

Delicate strands knitted together with love
Created by the master artist above
Each and every thread is unique
More valuable than any antique

Every fiber is crafted a certain way
Yes, He is the potter and we are the claypotterhands
Each and everyone is designed by God
Placed in the womb leading to the path he’ll trod

There are no imperfections and no mistakes
He crafted one and all for the road they would take
He knew you before He ever placed you in the womb
Knows all about you; doesn’t have to assume

He knew where you’d live and your destiny
Knew the type of person you’d grow up to be
Every life He crafted with His hands
Knew how you’d fit right into His plans

There are no accidents in this life you lead
There’s a reason for everything even when you bleed
Every motion that we make has a reason in time
As well as every rocky road and hill we climb

God knows the ways of our heart
He gives choices as to the life we’ll impart
He loves us all unconditionally as a father should
But He will never make you follow even though He could

Precious children that He knitted one by one
Hoping one day they will accept Him through His Son
Rejoicing in the day He can bring us all home
Where His children will never more have to roam.

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God Knows Best

Our Father knows what’s best for us,
So why should we complain
We always want the sunshine,
But He knows there must be rain

We love the sound of laughter
And the merriment of cheer,
But our hearts would lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear…

Our Father tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow,
He tests us, not to punish us,
But to help us meet tomorrow…

For growing trees are strengthened
When they withstand the storm,
And the sharp cut of a chisel
Gives the marble grace and form…

God never hurts us needlessly,
And He never wastes our pain
For every loss He send to us
Is followed by rich gain…

And when we count the blessings
That God has so freely sent,
We will find no cause for murmuring
And no time to lament…

For our Father loves His children,
And to Him all things are plain,
So He never sends us pleasure
When the soul’s deep need is pain…

So whenever we are troubled,
And when everything goes wrong,
It is just God working in us
To make our spirit strong.

Helen Steiner Rice

Our Fathers Reassurance

Being human with weaknesses, at times when so much is going on around us, we forget all of the many promises from Father God, to us His children. One thing is certain, He remains honorable and full of compassion, even when we are weak and concerned, at that which we are challenged with in our lives. imagesNX7IZZYL

God’s Word stands forever, as does the redemption of His people through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Out of His great mercy, He always provides for those who love Him and follow His ways.

God’s reassurance, provision, and love is readily available even in the midst of lack, turmoil and fear. He always protects and saves those who love Him, and will keep us safe.

Be encouraged today!

“The LORD will give strength to His people; The LORD will bless His people with peace.”

Psalm 29:11

Lead Me To The Cross

Across the darkened plains of woe

A Voice rings, “God, forgiveimages97Y7JUIG

What they do, how can they know?”

Because He died, I live

The hand that touched and healed the weak

Is pierced with cruel nail

Yet love pours from each word He speaks”

Oh, Father, not my will”

The arms that drew the children near

Are spread in agony

And from his eyes flow holy tears

As Jesus dies for me

Here is the perfect Son of God

Beneath man’s heartless blows

As earth receives redemption’s flood

In colors of the rose

And as the scarlet blood-drops fall

The seed of hope is born

Amazing grace for one and all

From limbs so bruised and torn

Lead me to the blood-stained cross

Pour out my sin and pride

All that I give is counted loss

As I see him who died

Lead me to the arms of love

Where freely He forgives

And seals my place in Heaven above

Because He died, I live!

BECAUSE HE DIED, I LIVE!

~Janet Martin

Story About A Little Girl

Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the LORD will personally go ahead of you. He will be with you; he will neither fail you nor abandon you.”  Deuteronomy 31:8
This is my command–be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the LORD your God is with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9
“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.” Isaiah 41:10
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Bare foot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She
never tried to speak; she never said a word. Many people passed, but never
did one person stop. Just so happens, the next day I decided to go back to
the park, curious if the little girl would still be there. Right in the very
spot as she was yesterday, she sat perched on high, with the saddest look in
her eyes.

Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. As we all
know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play
alone. As I got closer, the little girl slightly lowered her eyes to avoid my
intent stare. I could see the shape of her back more clearly. It was
grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was OK,
I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with a simple
Hello. The little girl acted shocked and stammered a “hi” after a long stare
into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back.

We talked ’til darkness fell and the park was completely empty. Everyone was
gone and we at once were alone. I asked the girl why she was so sad. The
little girl looked at me and with a sad face said, “Because I’m different.” I
immediately said “that you are!” and smiled. The little girl acted even
sadder, she said “I know.” “Little girl,” I said, “you remind me of an
angel, sweet and innocent.” She looked at me and smiled, slowly she stood to
her feet, and said, “Really?” “Yes, dear you’re like a little guardian angel
sent to watch over all those people walking by.” She nodded her head ‘”yes”
and smiled, and with that she spread her wings and said, “I am. I’m your
guardian angel,” with a twinkle in her eye.

I was speechless, sure I was seeing things. She said, “For once you thought
of someone other than yourself, my job here is done.” Immediately I stood to
my feet and said, “Wait, so why did no one stop to help and angel?” She
looked at me and smiled, “You’re the only one who could see me, and you
believe it in your heart.” And she was gone. And with that my life was
changed dramatically. So, when you think you’re all you have, remember, your
angel is always watching over you.

Unknown Author

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The Body of Christ

I am not ashamed of my eyes, for these are the eyes the LORD has given me to
see HIS creation and HIS children.

I am not ashamed of my ears, for these are the ears the LORD had given me to
hear the sounds of HIS creation, HIS truth, and HIS word.

I am not ashamed of my mouth, for it is the mouth the LORD has given me to
spread HIS love to others.

I am not ashamed of my hands, for these are the hands the LORD has given mefirstcolony.png
to do HIS work.

I am not ashamed of my arms, for these are the arms the LORD has given me to
love others with and to hold and comfort with.

I am not ashamed of my legs, for these are the legs that the LORD has given
me to walk in HIS ways.

I am not ashamed of who I am, because this is the body the LORD has given me
to do HIS work while I’m here. If I am ashamed it should be only because of
the way that I use the tools that were given me, and that is always
changeable. We can change it to be something we are proud of and not ashamed
of.

Unknown Author

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