James 3:5 says, “The tongue is a small thing but what enormous damage it can do.”Children live in deep un conscious unity with their parents. They may be able to feel a parent’s emotions and moods before they are expressed. When a parent develops setbacks, these can cause great discouragement to the child. disasters and obstacles can control the leadership of the family eventually sowing a seed in the child’s behaviour. Beliefs produce that behavior. This initiates us to believe the things that are not true. This control produces sinful behavior and every act of sin in our lives begins with a lie.
Children have the biggest hearts. They do not use lies as opportunities. Their devotion and tender prayers are so simple and free from judgement. Why can’t we love like that?
God’s compassion changes everyday. It becomes new and fresh. But what if God turned the tables and offered us no compassion? When we asked for forgiveness what if he said no? When we asked for a helping hand, and he said he did not have time.?. Many people are unaware that this behavior consumes their heart. Many days I am an empty shell in need of a loving hand to feel around me. I feel if I make one more mistake I could easily stay this way. I am truly powerless but how do you become powerful when its hard to think straight?
We can never know exactly what we will face each day . But we need to dressed for the fight. Before rising, let prayer be your protection. In these times we all need a saving grace who can provide comfort,hope and strength.
Lupus or any chronic illness can bring about an array of emotions that can occur in any order and lasts until God gives you the courage to move on to the next phase. He knows when we focus on his work in our life , we’ll discover our spirit and courage to react to the life-altering event we have been assigned to.
1. Denial-Don’t give into fear, but break its hold through scripture. Our willingness to obey is a key to answered prayer. Instead of denial, if we demonstrate thankfulness in harsh circumstances, other people may see our response. The people in our life will want the peace they see within us for themselves.
2. Anger-This can ruin relationships and make it difficult for a person to move forward in life. It is a painful storm of resentment that will always block our path to righteousness. This is a hard one but, rejoice in the fact today that God is giving ou this opportunity to give him glory.
3. Bargaining-This is a negotiation for extended time. We must realize the first rule of warfare is to know one’s enemy. Through God we can conquer Satan and win our unseen battles. The combined forces of hell cannot equal the supernatural forces of a single believer. To me, bargaining tries to defy logic. We just need to believe and praise the Lord.
4. Depression This is an unbelievable force that can be the toughest stage to go through. I seem to keep coming back to this process over and over. We are to fix our gaze on the Saviour, and let his joy become yours. With so much out of our control , it is such a relief that we are called to get our joy from the Lord. Depression can become a major stumbling block. Do not give in to fear but live in confidence. Lean on your relationships but process your feelings and brace yourself for God’s grace.
5. Acceptance-Humble yourself. People who pass through these stages can enter a single one for a long period of time. God has a purpose in mind for each experience whether pleasant or difficult. This is the time to trust God, grow in your love, and never forget how Jesus embraces us. We are his masterpiece and no matter how fragile our bodies get we are perfect because God designed something different for us. Our relationship with him will take us to a place where we can finally say we are done with this fight. I am unique and my purpose has been faultless.
Why is depression so hard? It arrises when the truth is not real. It is when you are alone with yourself and you do not like who you are. It is when the weight of the world tumults down on you and the innermost fragments of your head is so broken you do not know how to fix it. All of your emotions are blurred in a big bubble and everything you feel gets stuck together. You cannot differentiate between happiness and sadness. It is a massive sentiment that lingers until one by one the bubbles burst and a revelation unfolds to reveal whatever emotion stands strong that day.
These monsters. Do you mock in that delight? One more day you have my mind and my heart. To live where every step becomes so much to bear. But God keeps me here. There must be a reason I am so weak? I have no one who could understand and I am not strong enough to do this by myself. So, I sit here and I hope God is listening.
You know what feels the worst is knowing that you have screwed up your life. I will never have any opportunities to excel at the gifts I was given. I ruined them.. there is no way to get them back.. I want to be a good person but as a mother there is always something to do, fix or make.
But then all of that changed. I began to yell at the boys for fighting over the XBox because someone was in someone elses room. I threw up my hands in disgust. I sat on the couch and put my face in my hands. The boys quickly came in and in their most serious voice asked me why I was so sad. I don’t know I said I guess I just need extra special love from you now. They brought me a pillow, propped up my feet, brought me my water and with a big hug told me thank you for doing this for us every night.
Nobody knows the struggle I am going through. But It can never be too late to excel at the gifts God has given you. Will it help to talk about my past? Will it help to talk about all the wrong in my life? I like to see stories of recovery don’t get me wrong but I hate to hear condescending people who think they could never go back to being a user. Watch yourself because you will fall again. A changed life gets a person’s attention every time. (Liz Curtis Higgins)
Sisters are the pinnacle of sacrifice, responsibility, purity and love. There is no place in the heart of my sisters for hatred since all have fallen to sin and been forgiven. We each show a sense of security and well-being that has been rooted in us by the stability of home and family.
My seasoned sister radiates self-control, human kindness, and respect. She has a marvelous magnetic personality that demands control.
My mezzo cohort has a gift to turn struggles into solutions. She is a companion that will cheer me to the greatest heights. She will stand hand in hand with me for any biblical truth.
My puerile peach has a jovial, jaunty sparkle. Her days shine with thankfulness and empowerment. She is a visionary that sees the world with a formative, hip edge.
The glue that holds it all together is a spiritually protective mom that unites us with the power of prayer. Her sacrifice and love helped heal our family but she never forgot who gives us true companionship.
LOVE YOU ALL!
There was an old man with a vast art collection. It grew year after year with van Gogh, Picasso, Matisse, and Monet. He loved collecting art and loved the beauty it brought into his home. After his son became old enough to delight in his father’s work he began collecting also. For years the two employed a vast assembly of art pieces and objects, The pieces hung magnificently displayed in the house. The son soon went off to college leaving the man to tend to the art himself. As he walked by the paintings he was reminded of his son.
Shortly after he was informed that his son had died in action. He was visited by a solider who knew his son. The soldier presented the man with a painting he made while the two were stationed together. The painting was far from professional but it became the man’s favorite. He displayed it proudly and bolder that all the priceless art. Soon after the man died. He left his collection to be auctioned off. The auction started with the painting of his son. All brokers from near and far came to get a glimpse of the priceless paintings so they were shocked when the auctioneer started with such a simple painting. The bidding started with no gavel raised. Finally a man in the front row raised his hand and bought the painting for $10. When asked why, he said he knew the boy growing up. The auctioneer closed the gavel to the astonishment of all the collectors. In their amazement they asked what about all the other paintings? The auctioneer said the man made it clear in his will whoever got the son’s painting got the whole collection. No one comes to the Father except through me…….. compliments of Heritage Baptist Church..
One of the most frightening things for me to do is to share my faith. It is not necessarily hard from a worldly view so much as it is with my own children. I have a child who lacks the social development of the children his age. How do you explain faith to a child who cannot look you in the eye and feel the emotional response that comes from trusting God? How do you explain to other families in church that your son does feel loneliness. He does not mean to be spontaneous or not respond to your emotions. The measure of his friendships are based on quality not the quantity. The quality of his relationships are strained daily even though everyday of his life has been a lesson in behavior or in social interventions.
I have to explain it in the easiest way I can for him. You see he knows that Jesus died for his sins but he has a hard time grasping the beauty of that concept. He hates the pain that Jesus suffered but, visualizing him on the cross between two criminals is the most powerful display of love he feels. Just to know that Jesus, while on earth could forgive sin and immediately assure one of the men eternal paradise shows him what he needs spiritually. I do not know if he feels the warmth and beauty of having God’s word to hold on to but I thank God that the bible gives us stories of unbelievable courage and love that I know he reads over and over.
When you say you love me do you think I feel it. Do you think it passes through this thick, course shell that I have grown over the years? What do you want that to mean? Your manipulation has been growing in me for years. I am not a person who feels or who loves. I am the person you have made. Do you like the person you built? The one who hates life. I hate the promises you have engraved in me. Every time I hear them I feel a sting of pain that connects to every one of my organs but never leaves my body. I am stuck to live out this life you created in my head like a game that plays over and over. You have chosen me. Make me what you want because one day my shell will remain and I will be with the Holy One. The only one who can perfectly mend and love this broken child. He secretly holds me when you push. He whispers soft kind words and carries me through another day. Maybe one day you will find my friend. He is there with us, I see him every time you thrust your love against my body and remind me how much you love me.