Who Is Your Hero?

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There's Only One!

Who is the handsomest man on earth?
Who is the one my love is worth?

Who is the one at the head of the table?

Who is the one beside my cradle?

Who is the one who puts me on his knee?

Who is the one who cares for me?

Wh is the one one who guides me in His ways?

Who is the one who merits praise?

Who is the one who protects and provides?

Who is the one who lovingly chastises?

Who is the one with that helping hand?

Who is the one who always understands?

There’s only one-

and thats my Daddy!

What a wonderfully inexpressible gift is a father who is patterning his life after Christ. I thank God that he has given me such a father. He is not perfect, nor is he flawless, but every day I see him open his Bible and every day I see him striving to walk like Christ walked, talk like Christ talked, and live like Christ lived.
I pray that each of my brothers become the same type of men, and that some day, if the Lord wills, I marry a man- just like my Daddy.

Wait

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:

Quietly patiently, lovingly, God replied.

I plead and I wept for a clue to my fate

And the Master so gently said,

“Child, you must wait.”

“Wait? You say, wait!” my indignant reply,

“Lord I need answers, I need to know why!

Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heart?

By faith, I have asked, and I’m claiming Your Word.”

My future and all to which I can relate

Hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me WAIT?

I need a “Yes” or a go-ahead sign,

Or even a “No” to which I can resign.

And Lord, You promises that if we believe

We need but to ask, and we shall receive.

And Lord, I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:

“I’m weary of asking! I need a reply!”

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,

As my Master replied once again, “You must wait.”

So I slumped in my chair defeated and taught

And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting …for what?”

He seemed, then, to kneel,

And His eyes wept with mine,

And tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.

I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.

I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.

All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.

You would have what you want-

But you wouldn’t know Me.

You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint;

You’d not know the power I give to the faint

You’d not learn to see though the clouds of despair;

You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there;

You’d not know the joy of resting in Me;

When darkness and silence were all you could see.

You’d never experience that fullness of love

As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;

You’d know that I give and I save, for a start,

But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

The glow of My comfort late into the night,

The faith that I give when you walk without sight,

The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked

Of an infinite God, who makes what you have last.

You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,

What it means that, “My grace is sufficient for thee.”

Yes, your dreams for your loved one

Overnight would come true,

But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I’m doing in you!

So, be silent, My child, and in time you will see

That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.

And though oft’ may My answers seem terribly late,

My most precious answer of all is still, “wait.”

Author Unknown

Which one are You?

"Abby!" Abby kept on reading. "Abby, Abby, Abby!" The little hand on her knee became more insistent.
 "What do you want?" She mumbled, still looking at her book.
"I...I got a poblem." Abby finally unglued herself from her book and looked at the youngster. He was standing there with his legs together holding on to the top of his very full shorts.
Diapers... ugh! Abby thought as she settled back down into her book.
"Abby!"The little hand thumped her knee again.
"Go see Mommy, she's in the kitchen." The toddler turned to go, waddling in his uncomfortably droopy drawers. Abby, already back in the wonderful world of books, didn't care. In the kitchen, Hannah took the dish cloth from her mother. Moving quickly and methodically she wiped the dishes dry, stacked and put them away, and whisked her cloth across the counter; being sure to scrub the sticky spots. Ryan came in, his problem very evident. "Nanna, I got a poblem! Where's Mommy?" "She's feeding the baby..." Hannah looked at the mess of pans on the stove and the broom in the corner. "Go find Ginnie, she'll fix it." Hannah turned away. It was Ginnie's problem, Ginnie was Ryan's partner after all, besides she was just too busy.
     Ryan turned to go. "Ryan! Ry!.. Oh, theres my partner. I need your help! Ginnie came flying around the corner into the kitchen. Quickly, but carefully she scooped up the little man in her arms so he wouldn't have to waddle and headed for the bathroom. As Ginnie walked past and disappeared around another corner, Abby heard Ryan giggle and squeal. Ginnies' soft voice could be heard as they excitedly planned all the fun they would have pulling the covers up on their beds and washing the mirrors in the bathroom. "Why don't they ever like to be with me?" Abby wondered. But not for too long for she was lost in the last chapter of her book. Which one are you?







All to many times I am "Abby." I ignore obvious needs, just because I know one of my capable sisters or my wonderful mother will take care of them if I don't, but is this the attitude that Jesus demonstrated while He was here on earth?

"So when He had washed their feet, taken His garments, and sat down again, He said to them, 'Do you know what I have done to you? You call Me Teacher and Lord, and you say well, for so I am. If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have given you an example, that you should do as I have done to you. Most assuredly, I say to you, a servant is not greater than his master; nor is he who is sent greater than he who sent him. If you know these things, blessed are you if you do them.'" John 13:12-17 NKJV


Thank you BethMarie,

Dear Jesus

You died on the cross

For my sin

You loved me before 

The world did begin

You see me

Everywhere that I go

Everything I do,

You know

In heaven You're preparing

A home for me

A place with You

Eternally.

How come?

Yeilding

Lord, all my little well laid plans
have turned to vapor dust,
I need to give them all to You,
And, in fact, I must!
But I want what I want, 
and I want it my way!

I want to try just one last thing,
To have just one more say,
I want to do my own planning!
I'm never defeated, ok?
So.... I'll have what I want!
And I'll have it my way!

Ugh! Help me give all to You on this day
And practice submission to Your will,
I say that I listen and do things Your way,
But it seems that I fight You still!
Help me want what You want, 
and want it Your way!

Do You Pray?

     "I have a question to offer you. It is contained in three words.

 Do you pray?"

This morning as I was having my quiet time, I was struck with this question. It was from a pamphlet that Daddy had read aloud to us by J C Ryle, but that I had not thought about for a long time. 

"To be prayerless is to be without God, without Christ, without grace, without hope, and without heaven. It is to be on the road to hell. Now can you wonder that I ask the question, Do you pray?"

Do I pray? Yes, but what am I praying about? 

"a man may pray without heart and without sincerity. I do not for a moment pretend to say that the mere fact of a person's praying proves is everything about his soul. As in every other part of religion, so also in this, there may be deception and hypocrisy."

 What do I pray about on a regular basis? Do I pray about the right things?
" I commend to you the importance of reverence and humility in your prayers. Pray without form or ritual. Pray with perseverance and earnestness. Pray with faith, believing that God has heard your cry and will requite it. Come boldly before the throne of grace. Confess much. Ask for much. Thank for much. be particular. bear in your prayers the world, the body of believers around the world, the heathen, your country, your congregation to which you belong, your household, your relations, your friends."
 What about you? I know that I had to ask forgiveness this morning and start over. Do you pray?


 The complete pamphlet by J C Ryle 

Tongues o' Fire

The Bible has a lot to say

About my little tongue

It's a fire that want's it's way

And hurts friends one by one.

Lord, Help me to remember
You're looking straight at me
And help me guard my mouth-gate
Very thoroughly.

The Colors of Friendship

Friends share the same purpose and goal,

Love God, and through Him love others,

Friends are forever heart and soul,

Sacrificing our wishes for each others.

Friendship is always pink in tone,

For pink means forever and ever, 

So  wether we contact by face or through phone,

We're friends forever, together.

Friendship is bright, shimmering, white,

No malice, not jealous, just pure,

A spark'ling, refreshing, innocent sight,

not biting the 'self-seeking' lure.

Friendship at heart is a brilliant deep red,

The red of the fragrant spring rose,

Keeping and treas'ring the words that are said,

Loyally loving through smiles and woes.

 

My Heart Christ's Home

 (Part 6)

My heart, Christ's home, by Robert Boyd Munger

The Hall Closet
     There is just one more matter that I might share with you. One day I found Him waiting for me at the door. An arresting look was in His eye. As I entered, He said to me, "There is a peculiar odor in the house. There is something dead around here. It's upstairs. I think it is in the hall closet." As soon as He said this, I knew what He was talking about. Yes, there was a small closet up there on the landing, just a few feet square, and in that closet, behind lock and key, I had one or two little personal things that I did not want anyone to know about and certainly I did not want Christ to see them. I knew they were dead and rotting things left over from the old life. And yet I loved them, and I wanted them so for myself, that I was afraid to admit they were there. Reluctantly, I went up with Him, and as we mounted the stairs the odor became stronger and stronger. He pointed at the door. "It's in there! Some dead thing!"
     I was angry. That's the only way I can put it. I had given Him access to the library, the dining room, the living room, the workroom, the playroom, and now He was asking me about a little two-by-four closet. I said to myself, "This is too much. I am not going to give Him the key."
      "Well," He said, reading my thoughts, "if you think I'm going to stay up here on the second floor with this odor, you are mistaken. I will take my bed out on the back porch. I'm certainly not going to put up with that." Then I saw Him start down the stairs. When you have come to know and love Christ, the worst thing that can happen is to sense His fellowship retreating from you. I had to surrender. "I'll give You the key," I said sadly, "but You'll have to open the closet and clean it out. I haven't the strength to do it."
     "I know," He said. "I know you haven't. Just give me the key. Just authorize me to take care of that closet and I will." So with trembling fingers I passed the key to Him. He took it from my hand, walked over to the door, opened it, entered it, took out all the putrefying stuff that was rotting there, and threw it away. Then He cleaned the closet and painted it, fixed it up, doing it all in a moment's time. Oh, what victory and release to have that dead thing out of my life!
Transferring the Title
     Then a thought came to me. I said to myself, "I have been trying to keep this heart of mine clear for Christ. I start on one room and no sooner have I cleaned that then another room is dirty. I begin on the second room and the first room becomes dusty again. I am so tired and weary trying to maintain a clean heart and an obedient life. I am just not up to it!" So I ventured a question: "Lord, is there any chance that You would take over the responsibility of the whole house and operate it for me and with me just as You did that closet? Would You take the responsibility to keep my heart what it ought to be and my life where it ought to be?"
      I could see His face light up as He replied, "Certainly, that is what I came to do. You cannot be a victorious Christian in your own strength. That is impossible. Let me do it through you and for you. That is the way. But," He added slowly, "I am not owner of this house. I am just a guest. I have no authority to proceed, since the property is not mine." I saw it in a minute and dropping to my knees, I said, "Lord, You have been a guest and I have been the host. From now on I am going to be the servant. You are going to be the owner and Master and Lord."
     Running as fast as I could to the strongbox, I took out the title deed to the house describing its assets and liabilities, location and situation and condition. I eagerly signed it over to belong to Him alone for time and eternity. "Here," I said. "Here it is, all that I am and have forever. Now You run the house. I'll just remain with You as a servant and friend." He took my life that day and I can give you my word, there is no better way to live the Christian life. He knows how to keep it in shape and deep peace settles down on the soul. May Christ settle down and be at home in your heart as Lord of all!