Refuse to allow frustration and impatience to rule. There is no evidence of faith or trust in God when we react based on our emotions.
Rise above the circumstances that have made you angry, or fearful, or caused you to doubt and establish peace in your heart by focusing on the truth in the Word. Then, you can find wisdom and direction for dealing with your...problem.
God pours out wisdom liberally (James 1:5-8) if you will set your heart and mind on trusting Him to show you the way.
In fact, reading the first three chapters of James will build your faith and sharpen your resolve in these areas.
If you discover the wise thing to do is simply to wait and trust Him to work things out in His way and in His time, the Word will again be living and active for you! Philippians 4:6-7 says, "Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." Repeat this to yourself. Repeat it out loud. Do what it says. Peace will return.
God has established peace for us and we will be kept in it when we trust Him. (Isaiah 26:3 & 12)
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Fall is my favorite season...
Am I going to enjoy it?
I post on priorities alot. That's because I need to be intentional with them because I like a full life.
I've just got to state my intention: I am going to enjoy this fall season NOW, BEFORE it is gone.
This is the verse I will meditate on to gain alignment to God's purposes in my day-to-day life:
Isaiah 33:6
Wisdom and knowledge will be the stability of your times, and the strength of salvation; the fear of the LORD is His treasure.
I am not an island unto myself. God is real. His purposes will prevail. I will give an account to Him of my time here on earth. There are consequences to action and inaction. He loves me perfectly, is always present and active, and I can count on that.
I post on priorities alot. That's because I need to be intentional with them because I like a full life.
I've just got to state my intention: I am going to enjoy this fall season NOW, BEFORE it is gone.
This is the verse I will meditate on to gain alignment to God's purposes in my day-to-day life:
Isaiah 33:6
Wisdom and knowledge will be the stability of your times, and the strength of salvation; the fear of the LORD is His treasure.
I am not an island unto myself. God is real. His purposes will prevail. I will give an account to Him of my time here on earth. There are consequences to action and inaction. He loves me perfectly, is always present and active, and I can count on that.
Friday, January 15, 2010
We have a new grandson!
Our fifth grandchild, our second grandson!
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Thoughts to Review and Renew
I'm in that mode again...the old year past, the new year upon us.
I just want to share one thing here this time. A poem by Sam Walter Foss written more than a century ago:
The Calf Path
One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.
Since then thee hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.
The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bell-wether sheep,
And drew the flock behind him, too,
As good bell-wethers always do.
And from that day, o'er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made.
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged, and turned and bent about
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because 'twas such a crooked path.
But still they followed -- do not laugh --
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked,
Because he wobbled when he walked.
This forest path became a lane,
Then bent, and turned, and turned again;
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
The road became a village street;
And this, before men were aware,
A city's crowded thoroughfare;
And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.
Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed the zigzag calf about;
And o'er his crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They followed still his crooked way,
And lost one hundred years a day;
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.
A moral lesson this might teach,
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind
along the calf-paths of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.
They keep the path a sacred groove,
Along which all their lives they move.
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf!
Ah! Many things this tale might teach --
But I am not ordained to preach.
I just want to share one thing here this time. A poem by Sam Walter Foss written more than a century ago:
The Calf Path
One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.
Since then thee hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.
The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bell-wether sheep,
And drew the flock behind him, too,
As good bell-wethers always do.
And from that day, o'er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made.
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged, and turned and bent about
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because 'twas such a crooked path.
But still they followed -- do not laugh --
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked,
Because he wobbled when he walked.
This forest path became a lane,
Then bent, and turned, and turned again;
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
The road became a village street;
And this, before men were aware,
A city's crowded thoroughfare;
And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.
Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed the zigzag calf about;
And o'er his crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They followed still his crooked way,
And lost one hundred years a day;
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.
A moral lesson this might teach,
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind
along the calf-paths of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.
They keep the path a sacred groove,
Along which all their lives they move.
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf!
Ah! Many things this tale might teach --
But I am not ordained to preach.
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