security and significance ...

My most valued needs ... security and significance.

Having someone believe in me and stand in my corner.

Knowing I am loved and accepted.

Trusting that when I fall, someone will be there to pick me up.

The support and encouragement to step out and be courageous.

These are all right there in the person of Jesus ... but it is my choice to believe it and really put that belief into action everyday.

On the last and greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink.  Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.”  By this he meant the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were later to receive. Up to that time the Spirit had not been given, since Jesus had not yet been glorified. 

  John 7 : 37-39

I heard someone say today ... We decide when we are strong what will be when we are weak.

If I want my belief to be strong ... then i need to work on it ... spend time getting to know Father, Son, Holy Spirit ... have a good solid daily prayer time ... make sure to worship and praise God ... get in His corner and be where He is.

Be blessed and be a blessing

Teena

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... God Promises Eternal Life ...

 Hello World of mine ...

" For our earthly bodies, the ones we have now that can die, must be transformed into heavenly bodies that cannot perish but will live forever."

1 Corinthians 15 : 53

My imagination runs wild after reading this verse ... 

what will heaven be like ... ??? ... for me a place of singing and worship and rejoicing and dancing ... 

a whole lot of whoop-la ... where I never getting tired ...

(an exert from my writings)

My face was felt cold. 
I could here water running.
As I started to come around I could feel something scratchy, like small pieces under my cheek.
Very confused as to what had happened. 

I was lying on the bathroom floor face down. 

As I put my hands on the tiles I could feel sharp jagged little pieces around me.  My eyesight was still a bit blurry but was beginning to get clearer and so was my mind.

Sitting up, I pulled the small pieces of glass out from my palms  ... it was then that I saw the shower screen had been shattered.  Still not sure what had happened.  There were a few cuts on my shoulder and other than that  I seemed okay. 

I looked down ... I was sitting in shattered pieces of glass all over the bathroom floor.

The shower was running and I thought I better shut it off.  I pulled a few more pieces of glass from my palm and quickly put my other hand over the cuts to stop the blood.  They were not deep cuts and a little pressure did the trick quickly.  As I stood to my feet, my left knee felt a little tender and looking down I saw a large red bruise on the outside.  What had happened my knee?  Whatever it was, I must have fallen hard, from the size of that bruise.  

I reached in over the bath to turn off the cold tap and  I realized that it was not the cold water running but the hot water.  It must have been running for some time, as all the hot water had run out and it was now just spraying out cold water.  How long had I been lying on the floor?

My entire body felt exhausted.  

As I turned around a flash of memory came back to me.  I remembered walking into the bathroom and turning on the light.  The problem with my light is that since replacing the new globe, it did this suspended blink a few times before turning on properly ... and being that my bathroom had no windows, it gave a disco effect of a strobe light, especially when it reflected on the mirrors.  This happened every time I turned on the light so I was becoming very used to beginning whatever I was doing in the dark.  So as I came in to have a shower, I can remember walking over to turn the hot tap on, in the dark and when I turned around to go to the toilet - seeing the flash of strobe light -

That was the last thing I remember -

There were so many unanswered questions - 

(this is the very beginnings of my story about a girl who has epilepsy)

... heaven a place of no sickness ... so for all those people suffering with illness and disease a place of easy breathing and heath ...

Be blessed and be a blessing

Teena

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'dancing in the mine fields' a song about promises

Welcome to Saturday GodMoments ...

Andrew Peterson wrote a beautiful song about living out promises.

This amazing artist also writes books for children ... check out his website.





 Be blessed and be a blessing

Teena

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... God's promise of His Presence ...

 Hello world ...

" He has put his own Holy Spirit into our hearts as a proof to us that we are living with him and he with us."

1 John 4 : 13

We are never alone ... He is our ever constant companion ... He is our rock!

Presence is the one thing that I can say has been with me 100% of the time ... even when I am screaming at God in anguish ... my words are always about why or when but never about where are you?

He has a tight hold and will never let go ... For which I am truly grateful.

His Grace covers me and carries me to feel is presence.

(an exert from my writings)

I knew it was about 3 o'clock in the afternoon.  The sore spot on the inside of my little toe was like an alarm.  It was always the same area on my foot that seemed to get sore and around the same time every day.

Knowing it was only another hour to go till the next town ... I kept on walking.  There would be a hot meal waiting for me in the albergue when I arrive.

I keep adjusting the way I walked slightly to relive some of the pressure on the the blister.  All this walking had definitely worn my feet into the soles of my shoes.  My stride had changed much over the past weeks.  Carrying a heavy pack and walking about 18 kilometers everyday does wear you down.  As sore as my feet were, the rhythm of walking called to me every morning at dawn, when I got up in darkness and began the again on the pilgrims track.   

Santiago seemed to be only days away ... so close my imagination could hear the bells tolling to announce the 12 noon mass.  Over the past 40 days my body had learned to walk in step with the earth but my heart struggled with letting go of material possessions.  The decisions on what to discard from my pack became easier as the days passed ... easier as my weary body climbed mountains, all the while knowing there were still more ahead. 

The days became one long conversation with God.  The blisters became reasons to complain to God about how hard things were.  Even through all the endless dribble from my mouth ... his ear seemed to be always there ... that sense of being listened to ... and comforted ... and understood.  Those amazing moments when I would walk around a corner and see thick golden wheat fields rolling over the hills and a meandering red dirt paths up the side of a rickety wooden fence that seemed to go on into the horizon forever ... the appearance of an old bow legged lady collecting chestnuts with her granddaughter and seeing their loving interaction and the freedom in their steps ...  these views and snapshots in my mind became a conversation with God overflowing with gratitude and compassion.

Nearing the end of my pilgrimage, I could feel the relief, mixed with sadness.  Northern Spain had been a time of growing and letting go ... It had also shown me a glimpse of what it was to be carried by the hand of God.  His ever presence in my days had become very obvious but not because he wasn't there before ... but because my eyes had been opened and my heart now sensitive to His Presence ...


This time for me was one of closeness to God ... of wrestling with God and coming to a place of peace.

May you also know the same peace with him.


Be blessed and be a blessing

Teena

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