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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
It IS FINISHED !
No pun intended...but Borrowing the Words from the Cross....
We prayed OVER the Wood...
Jesus Christ Prayed FROM the Wood....
"It is Finished!"
The Ramp is finished...with GREAT Appreciation...and Thanks, from our young Friend/'adopted' daughter.
As with our lives, though, we have to go back and Sand a few Rough spots. This will help the Ramp SERVE the People better.
Sin causes Splinters in our lives and causes our RELATIONSHIP with the Savior to suffer...
Repentence is a daily offering to God, for the sins in our lives. Just as the splinters enter our bodies, and cause harm and hurt...SO Does Sin..
So, From the Wooden Cross...Christ Finished the Punishment of our Sin, when we ACCEPT What He Did....Our Soul is covered with His blood, But, our fleshly bodies still SIN...
So, Remove your 'splinters' daily. Keep your relationship with God close and full of repentence.
And Remember...What was Prayed from The Cross...still Remains today.
"It is Finished!"....If you Accept !
We prayed OVER the Wood...
Jesus Christ Prayed FROM the Wood....
"It is Finished!"
The Ramp is finished...with GREAT Appreciation...and Thanks, from our young Friend/'adopted' daughter.
As with our lives, though, we have to go back and Sand a few Rough spots. This will help the Ramp SERVE the People better.
Sin causes Splinters in our lives and causes our RELATIONSHIP with the Savior to suffer...
Repentence is a daily offering to God, for the sins in our lives. Just as the splinters enter our bodies, and cause harm and hurt...SO Does Sin..
So, From the Wooden Cross...Christ Finished the Punishment of our Sin, when we ACCEPT What He Did....Our Soul is covered with His blood, But, our fleshly bodies still SIN...
So, Remove your 'splinters' daily. Keep your relationship with God close and full of repentence.
And Remember...What was Prayed from The Cross...still Remains today.
"It is Finished!"....If you Accept !
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Pray Over the Wood
I know....This Sounds Crazy...
But Pray OVER the Wood !
As we left the home of a dear friend/'adopted' daughter last night, We Prayed...out loud...in the truck. We just left a stack of wood that would become a small stoop and ramp for an Awesome Young Lady who is wheelchair bound and her young family. We had this urgent need come up, and we just took the jump of Faith, that it would all work out. Not our Accomplishment, But His ! Not our Glory.....All in His Name.
My Husband's heart is so loving. This was a major undertaking for him. He works so hard, and is not in the best of health, but the NEED outweighed his physical hurts. He so willingly put himself behind and placed our friend's NEED in front of his own.
AND WE prayed ! We just threw out thoughts in sentences...back and forth...on our way home...
AND God...honored our efforts...and provided a Guardian Angel over that wood throughout the night....
AND Phone Calls from people willing to work on the ramp and donate to the materials.
Dave got some good help...and WOW ! That Ramp...will be finished by Saturday ! Probably USEABLE tonight...!!
Why do I use this as a Blog, you might be asking?
WE Prayed OVER the Wood...
Christ USED the Wooden Cross, willingly, to bring about our Freedom from the Punishment for our Sins. Jesus put HIS needs BEHIND..and Prayed FROM the Wood. "Father, Forgive Them!" Period. End of the story? Not hardly.
When we Pray over the wood, we ACCEPT what Christ did for us, and We are Forgiven, if we Trust in Him, and Repent, or Turn from our Old ways of sin, and start a new life of Loving God. Not ANYTHING that we do...EXCEPT pray over the wood....So, The Cross SERVES us for ETERNITY...Repentance is an ON-Going life, as we will Fail from time to time. We will achieve our perfection ONLY when we are received into heaven...
And a Wooden Ramp will be serving a young family for many years...
My prayer for you today....
that YOU PRAY OVER THE WOOD !! and receive Jesus as Your Savior...for Eternity...
Jesus sits at the Right Hand of God....Making Intercessory prayer for you...Serving you...daily...If You Pray Over the Wood...
itsjustrobin....with love for you...because of HIM !
Monday, November 9, 2009
The Old Phone on the Wall...Information
THE OLD PHONE ON THE WALL. HELLO
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood.. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
"Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
"Information."
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
"No,"
I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice..
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,
Information Please," and told her the sad story.. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"
I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me..
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,
"Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any
idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me.
I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered,
"Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up, she said, "
Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "
Yes." I answered.
"Well, Sally left a message for you.
She wrote it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you."
The note said,
"Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.
He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..
Whose life have you touched today?
Lifting you on eagle's wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood.. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
"Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
"Information."
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
"No,"
I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice..
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,
Information Please," and told her the sad story.. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"
I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me..
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,
"Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any
idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me.
I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered,
"Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up, she said, "
Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "
Yes." I answered.
"Well, Sally left a message for you.
She wrote it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you."
The note said,
"Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.
He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..
Whose life have you touched today?
Lifting you on eagle's wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
October 18.......!!!!!
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Oh, My Sweet....Sweet Lord....
Abba Father...Daddy God!
Thank you my God..My Savior...My Hope !
You have been so faithful...My Rock and Hope!
Thank You my Abba Father...!
You have carried Me thru...
You got Me ... too
This Beautiful Sunday
This, Your Glorious Day!
I 'm nothing and deserve so much less !
But, You Give such Blessings!
and YOU, Lord...complete My Hopes, My Dreams !
My Family....My God...
My Life is so Full !
Just waiting for Heaven...
My Real Home for Ever !!
My Life here is Blessed,
Beyond what I dreamed...
Oh, God! You have Always
Taken Glorious Care of Me!
I'm not much of a poet...
as you can well see!
but, Had to Thank God
For October 18th!!
itsjustrobin.......
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Better Get Ready
In Love....
John 3:16...states..."For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life. 17. God sent his Son into the world NOT to judge the world, but to save the world through him."
God gave us the 10 commandments...to show us SIN...
and then He said, if we were guilty of breaking only ... ONE ... commandment we were guilty of breaking all...
So, in God's eyes, there are None that are Righteous..that is why IN LOVE John 3:16...
Salvation is a FREE gift...not of ourselves...least ANY man should boast...but from Jesus Christ alone.
Ephesians 2:8-9 "God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can't take credit for this; it is a gift from God. Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it."
Faith in Christ, and what he did on the cross, is simple...like placing your faith in a chair, that it will hold your weight before you sit down in it. We really don't think of this, We just Trust it....
That is what Faith in Jesus is all about Trust...that HIS sacrifice on the Cross was ENOUGH to pay for my sins...and make ME right with God.
The Prayer is simple:
Dear Lord,
Forgive me. I know I am a sinner, and am unable to pay for my own sins. I accept what Your Son, Jesus Christ did on the cross as full payment for me. I am sorry. I am asking You to be the Lord of my life, help me turn from my sinful nature, and become the person You created me to be. Thank You, In Jesus Christ' Most Holy and Precious Name-above-ALL-Names....Amen....
Now, you are a NEW CREATION in Jesus...
Read the Bible...Pray, just talking to God, get involved with a CHRIST-CENTERED church, and share!
John 3:16...states..."For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life. 17. God sent his Son into the world NOT to judge the world, but to save the world through him."
God gave us the 10 commandments...to show us SIN...
and then He said, if we were guilty of breaking only ... ONE ... commandment we were guilty of breaking all...
So, in God's eyes, there are None that are Righteous..that is why IN LOVE John 3:16...
Salvation is a FREE gift...not of ourselves...least ANY man should boast...but from Jesus Christ alone.
Ephesians 2:8-9 "God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can't take credit for this; it is a gift from God. Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it."
Faith in Christ, and what he did on the cross, is simple...like placing your faith in a chair, that it will hold your weight before you sit down in it. We really don't think of this, We just Trust it....
That is what Faith in Jesus is all about Trust...that HIS sacrifice on the Cross was ENOUGH to pay for my sins...and make ME right with God.
The Prayer is simple:
Dear Lord,
Forgive me. I know I am a sinner, and am unable to pay for my own sins. I accept what Your Son, Jesus Christ did on the cross as full payment for me. I am sorry. I am asking You to be the Lord of my life, help me turn from my sinful nature, and become the person You created me to be. Thank You, In Jesus Christ' Most Holy and Precious Name-above-ALL-Names....Amen....
Now, you are a NEW CREATION in Jesus...
Read the Bible...Pray, just talking to God, get involved with a CHRIST-CENTERED church, and share!
Friday, July 3, 2009
On Church Sign
Weather Forecast:
Father Reigns...................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Son Shines.........................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love it......Love it....... !!!!!!!!!
it's just robin
Father Reigns...................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Son Shines.........................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love it......Love it....... !!!!!!!!!
it's just robin
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