... GodMoments that matter ...

Welcome to Friday GodMoments ...

community and caring for each other in death and life ...

Jok Church reminded me how important it is to care for each other ...

I want to be a person who is remembered for being full of heart ... an open and caring heart ...

Thanks Jok for your wisdom ...





 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 Promises Truth ...

Hello world ...

" And  I will ask the Father, and he will give you another advocate to help you and be with you forever - the spirit of truth."

John 14 : 16 - 17

"... when he, the spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all the truth." 

John 16 : 13

The feeling I get from reading this verse is similar to that of a clean crisp wind blowing past your face, that sends goosebumps over your cheeks because it is a bit cold and at the same time refreshing and cleansing ...

It gives me a sense of freedom and strength.

Truth is a good building block ... Truth is a strong foundation ...

(an exert from my writings)

Stacey was lying in bed ... she reached over,  picked up her mobile phone and looked at the time.

It was 11.30. 

The yelling had just started and Stacey could hearing everything through the paper thin wall, that was between her and the neighbor.

Even on a good day when all was quiet she could here her neighbor walking up and down his stairs, opening the fridge door and pouring himself a drink from the soda bottle.  The hiss as he opened the bottle was crystal clear and the glass as it clanked down on the sink echoed in the apartment.

In her imagination Stacey though that his apartment must be quiet bare with very little furniture.  What else would make his apartment sound so hallow.  She could hear every sound he made.

She had heard him arguing before but this time seemed different.  So she checked the time again ... only 11.32.  Time was moving slow ... or was it just her annoyance at his disrupting her sleep. 

The anger in his voice seemed harsher somehow.  He seemed to be taunting and daring his sparing partner to make him do it but the other person didn't enter into the argument with him.  She just shouted back a string of swear words then stomped down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it so hard it just bounced back open and hit the wall.

As quickly as the the shouting had began  ... all was quiet ... silence was restored ...

a dog barked from across the road ... and then silence again.

Stacey lay there waiting to hear if the shouting would resume but it didn't ... wondering why this woman would enter into such a volatile relationship ... why no one had told her she deserved better ... she was worthy of kindness and truth ... 

Do you know someone that needs to hear words or kindness and truth?

send them a quick message of Love ... leave a message on there home phone ... or send them a text ... 


Now you have just passed on God's Love ... it's as easy as that ... DONE!

Be blessed and be a blessing

Teena

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... God Moments everywhere ...

Welcome to Thursday God Moments ...


Kind over Matter is a blog that shines Love and Compassion and all things Wonderful.

This post below is a snippet from her blog ... it resounds the idea of Presence and Listening ...

The majority of us lead quiet lives

day three hundred and thirty four by Luminous Lu

The majority of us lead quiet, unheralded lives as we pass through this world. There will most likely be no ticker-tape parades for us, no monuments created in our honor. But that does not lessen our possible impact, for there are scores of people waiting for someone just like us to come along; people who will appreciate our compassion, our unique talents. Someone who will live a happier life merely because we took the time to share what we had to give. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have a potential to turn a life around. It's overwhelming to consider the continuous opportunities there are to make our love felt.

—
Leo Buscaglia


Why not go check out what Kind over Matter has to offer ... especially if you want a safe place to fall and an understanding ear ...


Be blessed and be a blessing

Teena

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... God's promise to Speak and Listen ...

 Hello World ...

" Here I am!  I stand at the door and knock.  If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me."

Revelation 3 : 20

What I love about this verse is the 'and they with me' ... this talks about a two way communication.

My God is all about being interactive ... he wants relationship.

Listen with all your 6 senses and you will see and hear Him all day long ... His voice is everywhere.

Know Him better and you will start to be more like Him.

(extract from my writings)

Kneeling down ... the tears flowed freely.

Her breath was heaving and gasping.

Large wet patches were appearing on her skirt where the tears collected as they ran down her arm.

The lights were off in the bedroom but she could feel the wetness on her thighs as it soaked through her skirt to her skin.

The feeling of utter helplessness was overwhelming.  Knowing her husband did not like the thought of the nurses helping him and that he relied on her to wash and feed him.  He tried so hard to hold onto what little dignity he had but his strength was escaping fast.  The life was being sucked out of him by the ravages of cancer.

Now he was too heavy for her to lift.  Today she had finished bathing him as usual but when it came time to lift him out ... the struggling was tireless and even with the little help her husband gave, it was useless.  She had to call the nurses for help.  She could still see the image of her hand reaching for the buzzer on the wall ... it seemed like the seconds were slowing downs.  This was far more significant and she knew it.  No one had to tell her ... her whole body wrenched on the inside.

It felt like all her worlds were colliding and coming to an end.  Her heart was crushing under the weight of being her husbands carer and now she was letting him down.  

"God ... this is not fair!"

" Can't you make it stop."

" Make this pain go away."

She was pleading with God.  
These word were spoken from heartache and exhaustion.  

As her sobbing began to slow down she noticed all the tissues by her knees and gathered them up in her hands ... these days were a surreal mixture of seeing someone leaving this life and struggling to let go, that intense internal struggle before death and at the same time having to do the everyday tasks of cooking, cleaning and washing clothes.

Much of her conversation with God that night, happened heart to heart ... no words were spoken but the healing had began on the inside ...

Think of someone who needs your love and encouragement ...

Why not send them a quick text to remind them they are valued ...

Now you have just passed on God's Love ... it's as easy as that ... DONE!

Be blessed and be a blessing

Teena

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.. Your Hands by JJ Heller ...

Welcome to Thursday GodMoments ...





JJ Heller sings a great song about being held by the Hands of God ...

I pray that you will feel His presence everyday ...

Be immersed ...

Your Hands

Feel the smile these bring to your face ... now think of someone who needs your love and encouragement ... send them this link ...

Now you have just passed on God's Love and Presence... it's as easy as that ... DONE!

Be blessed and be a blessing

Teena

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