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Prayers
and Thoughts for Reflection
There
are hands that help and comfort, Consequently,
faith comes from hearing the message, Let
me come in where you are weeping, friend, Two
are better than one, because they have a good return for their work:
if one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the [one]
who falls and has no one to help him up! . . . Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly
broken. Carry
each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of
Christ. I pray, O Lord, that I do not turn away from any cry for help. May I always willingly share my blessings with those in need. Help me to remember how empty our lives would be without one another. I pray that Your light will shine through me, that Your love will flow through me and that I may be ever aware of Your Spirit within me. Amen Be
strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. So
do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your
God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my
righteous right hand. The
light of God surrounds me God
is our refuge and strength, an every present help in trouble. See,
I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever
before me, says the Lord. I
saw God wash the world last night He
washed each tiny blade of grass The
white rose is a cleaner white, There's
not a bird, there's not a bee I
saw God wash the world last night. Nature
is man's religious book, with lessons for every day. I
love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through
which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in. Nature
is the living, visible garment of God. I am grateful Lord, for the sunshine, the rain, the green grass, the trees, birds and bees. How fortunate I am to be surrounded by them all. Thank you. Amen. He
makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,
he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his
name's sake. Everywhere
I find the signature, the autograph of God, and he will never deny
his own handwriting. God hath set his tabernacle in the dewdrop as
surely as in the sun. No man can any more create the smallest flower
than he could create the greatest world. "For
I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans
to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." A
young, new preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher
in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for
him to do, he was asking the older preacher for some advice. The older
preacher walked up to a rose bush and handed the young preacher a
rosebud and told him to open it without tearing any of the petals.
The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was
trying to figure out what a rosebud It
is only a tiny rosebud The
secret of unfolding flowers If
I cannot unfold a rosebud, So,
I'll trust in Him for leading The
pathway that lies before me As
flowers carry dewdrops, trembling on the edges of the petals, and
ready to fall at the first waft of the wind or brush of bird, so the
heart should carry its beaded words of thanksgiving. At the first
breath of heavenly flavor, let down the shower, perfumed with the
heart's gratitude. Blessed
is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. He
will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots
by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes, its leaves are always
green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear
fruit. If
any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to
all without finding fault, and it will be given to him Like summer seas that lave with silent tides a lonely shore, like whispering winds that stir the tops of forest trees, like a still small voice that calls us in the watches of the night, like a child's hand that feels about a fast-closed door; gentle, unnoticed, and oft in vain; so is thy coming unto us, O God. Like ships storm-driven into port, like starving should that seek the bread they once despised, like wanderers begging refuge from the whelming night, like prodigals that seek the father's home when all is spent; yet welcomed at the open door, arms outstretched and kisses for our shame; so is our coming unto thee, O God. Like
flowers uplifted to the sun, like trees that bend before the storm,
like sleeping seas that mirror cloudless skies, like a harp to the
hand, like an echo to a cry, like a song to the heart; for all our
stubbornness, our failure and our sin; so would we have been to thee,
O God. No
one is beyond the scope of My touch. I delight in rescuing the needy
who cry out. I'm here to deliver those who have no one else to help.
For the sake of My great name I won't reject you, because I was so
pleased to make you My own. Help me, dear Lord, to learn wisdom and compassion. May I feel Your guiding hand on my shoulder today. Lead me onto paths toward those who need my help. Amen We
must not hope to be mowers, It
is not just as we take it, God
frees our souls, not from service, not from duty, but into service
and into duty, and he who mistakes the purpose of his freedom mistakes
the character of his freedom. He who thinks that he is being released
from the work, and not set free in order that he may accomplish that
work, mistakes the condition into which his soul is invited to enter. God
know the secret plan of using the things he will do for the world,
using my hand. I
live for those who love me, for those who know me true; Dear
children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and
in truth. Whoever
loves God must also love his brother. As
we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those
who belong to the family of believers. We
do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually
our desire changes. The situation that we hoped to change because
it was intolerable becomes unimportant. We have not managed to surmount
the obstacle, as we were absolutely determined to do, but life has
taken us round it, led us past it, and then if we turn round to gaze
at the remote past, we can barely catch sight of it, so imperceptible
has it become. Father,
we thank thee: We
are not hen's eggs, or bananas, or clothespins, to be counted off
by the dozen. Down to the last detail we are all different. Everyone
has his own fingerprints. Recognize and rejoice in that endless variety.
The white light of the divine purpose streams down from heaven to
be broken up by those human prisms into all the colors of the rainbow.
Take your own color in the pattern and be just that. Is
your place a small place? Let
us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will
reap a harvest if we do not give up. Love
one another deeply, from the heart. Lord,
hold our troops in your loving hands. Be
devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above
yourselves.
You
go
no
where
by
accident. O
God, help me to touch someone today with my eyes, my words,
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