Sunday, September 27, 2009
You've probably heard it said it is more blessed to give than to receive. I've had so many downs in my life that counting blessings wasn't always a way of life for me. I hated life at one point in my life and wanted it to end, be over, no more b/c I hurt so very much inside. I'm no different than any other person, and I'm not trying to say "I'm the only one who has hurt this much." We are all given things in our lives that hurt us or help us grow. I've learned that the very circumstances that have hurt me the worst, are the very ones God chose for me in order for me to grow closer to Him. Strange, isn't it? But that is the way of Love. God didn't even spare His own Son from pain; no, infact, God subjected His own Son to more pain and suffering than all of us put together. And He never complained about it.
Can we learn a lesson from this? Yes! What a blessing that God doesn't require us to suffer as much as Jesus did on the cross. I don't think I could endure all that and not open my mouth just a little!
We are more apt to complain than give thanks. What I've learned is that God brings sorrow or suffering so that He can turn it into a blessing not only for me, but for someone else. A perfect example of this is of this morning in church. During worship, that Pastor called people to the front of the church to worship God and then he said we should turn to someone and pray with them. I wasn't aware that anyone was behind me, but I turned around and I was going to sit down, but there was a lady standing there, so I asked her if I could pray for her. Wow! It was one of the "divine appointments" you hear about. I could actually feel God moving through me as I prayed and I knew God was there listening and planning to answer this lady. When I was done, I looked at her and asked if she was sick. She said no, but that she had some emotional issues. Boy, I love to pray for those kind of people. God was showing me what to pray for over this lady. O, how I live for these moments. After I was done, I looked at her and mascara was running down her face. The healing touch of Jesus is not to be compared with anything of this earth. What a blessing it is to give someone a prayer and see God move. So precious.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I just don't get it. I have been doing this thing for over 2 years. Tracking food, exercise, the works, and the scale just doesn't seem to want to move. If I lose a few pounds, without even trying, they come back on.. It's really frustrating to have a thyroid that doesn't work on it's own and I need to take a replacement Synthyroid. I had to have my thyroid treated with radiation since the meds I was taking was not working and so I had 2 options, radiation or surgery. I should have said nothing, but I really believed the doctor knew what he was doing. I now know not to trust any of them!!!
After all, they are just practicing medicine!!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
A priest and a rabbi are in a car crash and it's a bad one. Both of their cars are demolished but amazingly neither one of them is hurt. After they crawl out of their cars, the rabbi says, "So you're a priest. That's interesting; I'm a rabbi. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace."
The priest replies, "Oh, yes, I agree. It's a miracle that we survived and are here together."
"And here's another miracle," says the rabbi. "My car is destroyed but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink the wine and celebrate our good fortune," he says, handing the bottle to the priest.
The priest nods in agreement, opens the wine, drinks half of it, and hands it back to the rabbi.
The rabbi takes it and puts the cap back on.
"Aren't you going to have any? asks the priest.
"Not right now," says the rabbi. "I think I'll wait until after the police make their report."
Friday, September 18, 2009
A funeral service is being held in a chuch for a woman who has just passed away. At the end of the service, the pallbearers carrying the casket accidentally bump into a wall jarring the casket. They hear a faint moan. They open the casket and find that the woman is actually alive. She lives for 10 more years and then dies. A ceremony is again held at the same church and at the end the pallbearers are again carrying the casket out. As they are walking, the husband calls out, "Watch out for the wall!"
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