Happy Easter!

We celebrate today, the resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!

Our redeemer lives!  And because He rose from the dead, and paid the penalty for our sin, we now can live too!  And live forever in eternity!  

John 3:16

"For God so loved the world that he gave is only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life."

John 10:10

"I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."

John 14:6

Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me."

Choosing to believe in Jesus and follow Him, grants you access to wonderful blessings from God!  He gives you overflowing peace, love, joy, forgiveness, grace, mercy and everlasting live in Heaven! 

Happy Easter!

Jesus Suffered More

Another beautiful poem, written by Kathy, 

but the words are always given to her by God.

This one I find most appropriate during this Easter weekend.

“Jesus Suffered More” 

Having suffered endless pain

I lived the story well

But my Jesus suffered more

As He descended into hell. 

Oh, death has surely grieved me

Left me searching, broken, bare

But my Jesus suffered more

Through all of it he was there.

 

I have committed the vilest sin

Even forgot that God existed

But my Jesus suffered more

When on the cross He persisted. 

There have been spiritual battles

And far too many I have lost

But my Jesus suffered more

He paid the horrific cost. 

Lovers came and misled me

Filled a lonely heart with desire

But my Jesus suffered more

Proved all of them the liar. 

 

My body has been brutalized

I am sickened to the core

But my Jesus suffered more

Only God could survive, endure. 

I have truly been forsaken

Not deserving in His sight

But my Jesus suffered more

He was crucified that night. 

I have cried until exhausted

Could not stand upon my feet

But my Jesus suffered more

Then made my soul complete. 

No tears, no sorrow, no crying

I will fall on bended knee

My Jesus suffered, suffered more

To give peace and life to me. 

His life brings everlasting joy

As I walk through Heaven’s door

The truth of all my sorrow speaks

That my Jesus suffered more. 

Kathleen Higham 

In Due Time

Another awesome poem by Kathy! 

Today is Good Friday, the day our savior gave His life for ours!  

How thankful I am for His sacrifice and offering to save me!

In Due Time
by Kathleen Higham 

First God was our Maker
A God we cannot see
A Creator, a Counselor
He came for you and me.

Almighty and all powerful
Yet He became a man
In due time He died for us
To fulfill His Father's plan.

Suffering unimaginable pain
He bore to save the lost
Our Messiah, Jesus Christ
Never questioning the cost.

Humbling Himself on the Cross
His majesty and His power
In due time He conquered
Even through His darkest hour.

Now I wait for Him to come
To touch a heart so broken
There is a quiet patience
When His words are spoken.

The Maker came, created
The Messiah told the story
In due time He'll come again
His majesty in all His glory.

Waiting here in joyful hope
When every knee will bow
In due time, get ready friend
For He could come right now.

BE BLESSED!

"I AM Too blessed to be stressed!"

The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor.
The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything.

Love and peace be with you forever!

Beautiful Promise - 3

Greetings!

Here are more beautiful promises from our Creator and Father in Heaven!

Spoken to you and me... then, now and forever!

Isaiah 43:1-2

But now, thus says the Lord, who created you, O Jacob, 

And He who formed you, O Israel: 

"Fear not, for I have redeemed you; 

I have called you by your name; You are Mine. 

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; 

And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. 

When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, Nor shall the flame scorch you.

Have a blessed day!! 

Where Has the Spirit Placed You?

But the manifestation of the Spirit is given to each one for the profit of all. 

  1 C O R I N T H I A N S   1 2 : 7          

  
By Henry T. Blackaby and Richard Blackaby 
  
The moment you are born again you receive the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit is the gift. God doesn’t give you some thing, He gives you Himself. The Holy Spirit is God. As He lives out His life through you, you have almighty God dwelling within you, carrying out His purposes. The Spirit will manifest Himself through your life, not for your good alone, but for the benefit of those around you. 
  
The Spirit will lead you to a church body where He can minister through you to each person in that body. God does not add you to a church body so you can be an observer. The Spirit has an assignment for you within the body, and He will equip you by His presence for this work. 
  
In the Old Testament, God gave specific assignments to His servants and then placed His Spirit upon them to enable them to accomplish their work. In the New Testament, God placed each member as a vital part of a living body.  He placed His Spirit within each believer and manifested Himself through the believer to encourage and equip every other member of the body.  What an exciting commission from God!  Today the Holy Spirit equips believers because He has given each of His servants a task. 
  
How is the presence of the Holy Spirit in your life benefiting those around you?  God has equipped you with exactly what is needed for your edification of the body in which He has placed you.  If you allow the Holy Spirit to work freely within you, others will be blessed as a result.

Slipping Away

Here is another poem by a beautiful child of God, Kathleen Higham

Slipping Away

When I was young, I crawled

Then with help, I walked

Along the way, words came

And amazingly, I talked.

Somewhere I began to run

The years passed frantically by

Losing myself in the race

Till I stopped, wondered why?

Where did the time go?

My life is slipping away

Everything has become a blur

A blink turns into a day.

Having never mastered patience

Waiting anxiously for tomorrow

But, one day I dreaded it

When to me came much sorrow.

Now every second spins the hand

The clock that won’t be still

Time is slipping, slipping away

For life has lost its thrill.

Then quietly I call to Him

My God who sifts the sand

Growing old, it matters not

Each moment He has planned.

I find that I am running again

Running to Him, I sigh

Time is certainly slipping away

But it doesn’t matter why.

Every second spins the hand

And this weary heart can see

My God who sifts the sand

Never slipped away from me.

Kathleen Higham