How can I walk with God?
Have a restful New Year’s Eve.
Life Compared To A Roller Coaster Ride.
How can I walk with God?
Have a restful New Year’s Eve.
“Jesus left there and went to his hometown, accompanied by his disciples. When the Sabbath came, he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were amazed.
“Where did this man get these things?” they asked. “What’s this wisdom that has been given him? What are these remarkable miracles he is performing?
Isn’t this the carpenter? Isn’t this Mary’s son and the brother of James, Joseph, Judas and Simon? Aren’t his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him.”
I would like to thank Barbara Copeland my Big sister in Christ who so diligently bless us with morning devotional pics. above for daily encouragement.
Mark 6:1-3 NIV
Have a satisfying Saturday!!
The definition of patience: The capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset.
Looking back over the years and remembering all the times I have been disobedient as a toddler, youth, teenager, young adult and finally now as a seasoned adult I notice God has always forgiven me whenever I repented and went to him and ask for forgiveness. I was never told by God “My patience is running out with you!”
Thank you Jesus!
The ability to sleep
Sorry, for staying away for so long, but my mind has not been at it’s best due to family issues and the lack of sleep.Continue reading “30 days of thanks 9”
30 days of thanks 9
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Thankful for time
Time waits for no man because it is a part of the master plan.
Do not put off for tomorrow what you should do today.
My heart is sad today because my Great uncle has stopped eating and drinking. His faith is in the hands of the Lord.
When younger, I spent some hilarious days with my Uncle John. He is a small man in stature, but he lived as a giant in my eyes.
Unfortunately, as years and life diminished our visits, I never forgot my great Uncle John. Whenever I visited my home town I would look him up longing for his wit to make me laugh.
As years passed, life went on and I did not seek Unc’s humor when visiting as I once did.
Time passed, my children became grown-ups and two of my daughters move back to my home town.
My number 4 Carla started working at the local nursing home where Unc was living now as a resident when Carla meet him for the first time. There was an immediate bond formed between the two after she told Him who her mother was.
I was so surprised and so thankful one of my daughters finally got a chance to meet Uncle John
Carla would call me and tell me all sorts of hilarious conversations they would have, which reminded me of him and me when I was younger than she.
My daughter has since left the facility and state to go back to college, but she keeps check on Uncle John until this day when she got the call.
As I spoke with her earlier I was able to talk to and see him by video as he held her hand and would not let go.
I am praying we all do as my Uncle John is doing with Carla and hold on to God’s strong hand and never let go.
Do not let time pass you by!
Feeling overwhelmed, walls are closing in, eyesight getting weaker, patience, patience, patience are nowhere around..help!
Children no longer listen, friends have abandoned you, loved ones avoid you..help!
Illness is slithering in, hope no longer springs eternal and joy has stopped coming in the morning..help!
Days are depressing, nights are lonely, sleep is hiding and can not be found..help!
Depression is sympathetic, seclusion is waving, loneliness is immediate..help!
Wait..someone is there..who can it be beckoning to come closer?
Frozen, scared, shaking, heart rate running wild and nerves are on end..HELP!
Who are you? Nothing..outstretched hand to come closer.
Queasy, frightened, confused….darkness closing in..HELP ME, LORD!
Glorious sounds forming words.
“I have waited so long for you to call me my child.”
“I moved obstacles off your path, so there would be less distractions on your journey.”
“I allowed your kids to grow up and make their own decisions because they have to walk their own paths.”
“I allowed your eyesight to decrease because there are some things you need not see and meditate on and…
“Your health is withering because I have permitted you to live long enough to come back and call upon me for help.”
I am thankful for so much including my obstacles which have made me stronger and a better person. I am thankful for my sister bloggers who have taken me under their fingertips.
Most of all, I am thankful the Lord is my saving grace and my help in the time of storms…AMEN!
I am lying on the floor alongside my Potter’s chair.
I am lifeless, without form, aimlessly looking around.
I was once on The Potter’s wheel until I saw sin appealing to my eyes and grabbed it.
I was still wet in The Potter’s hands being formed, so it was no problem for the transgressions to stick to me and bury into my surface.
My form was distorted with temperament, malice, hatred, slothfulness, and more all accumulated from reaching out and touching that which appealed to my eyes as I spun on the wheel.
I was warped to the point that I would not allow my Potter to touch me with his glorious hands, so the weight of all I carried flung me to the floor out of the reach of my Potter….So I thought.
After lying on the floor wallowing in my corruption, The Potter sat a beautiful finished pot on a table. I saw the glory in that pot and long to be completed as well.
The finished pot ministered to me and all my flaws with its beautiful completeness without judging me.
Then along came The Potter who picked me up, after I tugged on his leg and sat me back on the wheel, my Potter submerged his hands in water then placed them on me and reformed me out of miry clay.
I thank my Potter for picking me up and gently reshaping me back into his form when I was heavy laden with sin and could not find my way up.
I still have sin baked within me, but I fight hard on a daily basis not to allow it to surface.
Behold the Lord’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; Nor his ear heavy, that it cannot hear.
v3. But your iniquities have separated you from your God; And you’re sins have hidden His face from you, so that He will not hear.
So it went down to the potter’s house and saw him working with clay at the wheel.
V.4 He was making a pot from Clay. But there was something wrong with the pot. So the potter used that clay to make another pot. With his hands, he shaped the pot the way he wanted it to be.￼￼￼
v.5 Then this message from the Lord came to me: “Family of Israel, you know that I can do the same thing with you. You are like the clay in the potters hands, and I am the potter.” This message is from the Lord.
Have you pulled on The Potter’s leg lately?
As festive Thanksgiving day approach as evenings extend darkness all around us.
I can not help but think about our brave troops all around this gigantic globe we call earth, which God created and left every living thing upon it in man’s hands to care for.
Genesis 1:2, In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.
Genesis 1:26- Then God said,” Let us make man I our own image, according to Our likeness; let them have dominion over the fish and the sea, over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps in the earth.” NKJV
Away from loved ones and friends, our beloved brave troops spend their days, weeks, months and years on foreign and domestic grounds ensuring we are able to exist in some form of normality.
I salute the men and women of the armed forces for risking their lives, in order for everyone to enjoy their lives.
I thank their families for standing beside them as they protect us all, but most of all, I am thankful to the Lord for giving them the courage to continue and not allow fear to turn them around.
2 Timothy 1:7 God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and a sound mind. NKJV
I salute you all with honor for a job well done!!!
When I was younger I abused my auditory system, by listening to extremely loud music with and without headphones.
I think about people who are hearing impaired at birth or by other causes except self- inflicted abuse as I was doing and I feel ashamed of how I abused something so precious.
I do not know how much damage I have done to my hearing, but I thank you God for sparing me to be able to hear pretty well or hear what I want to hear per my husband..lol.
While walking to my car after work I experienced a feeling and heard sounds I know I have heard before, but never really listened to them.
The sounds that stood out and grabbed my attention were from some of God’s smaller winged creatures…birds chirping.
I can not ever recall listening to those beautiful bird sounds and envisioning myself stretched out on a blanket surrounded by them as they chirp me into a calm and relaxed state of mind as I did today.
I think God has been allowing me to hear the calming sounds of peacefulness by way of these beautiful creatures, but I refused to listen.
So, why today did I choose to listen to what I heard? Why today did the calm come over me and not Thursday or Friday when I needed it or did I really need it at that time?
Better yet, perhaps God was helping me shake Satan off before I got home and carried him inside with me. Oh well, only God knows the reasons and that is fine with me.