Long Life
"And Yahveh said to Moses, Your days approach that you must die." Deuteronomy 31:14
Rabbi Shimon ben Halafta went to a circumcision, at which the father made an impressive feast. After serving a very old bottle of wine to the guests, the father proudly proclaimed that he would age a portion of this wine for the future joyful occasions of his son. Upon leaving the feast, the sage encountered the Angel of Death, who seemed to be in a "happy mood." He questioned the Angel as to the source of his merriment. The Angel responded that he was laughing at the foolishness of human beings. He explained that this man, who had promised to put away wine for the future, would actually be dead in less than thirty days. The sage then asked the Angel to show him his own time of death. The Angel responded, "I have no power over you or other righteous people like you. Yahveh delights in your good deeds and He, therefore, adds days to your originally predetermined life-span," as it says in Proverbs 10:27, "the fear of Yahveh adds days."
We are placed on this earth to fulfill a purpose. When that mission has been completed, we should undertake new spiritual endeavors, so that they may serve as a reason for our continued life. With this thought in mind, we might view opportunities for new spiritual tasks as a special gift from Yahveh for prolonged life.
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You Count
"Take the sum of the
children of Israel according to their number, and every man shall give a ransom for his soul." Exodus 30:12
The primary purpose of the half-shekel contribution was to serve as a
method for counting the people. In addition to this, the silver
collected was used in the building of the
Tabernacle.
This became an annual collection during the month of Adar. The money
was specifically earmarked for the provision of the sacrifices, thereby
including all of
Israel in this act of daily worship. In this manner, the shekel became a significant symbol of an individual's membership.
In order for us to be numbered among the community we must make a contribution to the community.
Rinah Shalom
A young man had been to
Wednesday night Bible Study.
The Pastor had shared about listening to Yahveh and
obeying His voice. The young man couldn't
help but wonder, "Does Yahveh still speak to people?"
After service he went out with some friends for coffee
and pie and they discussed the message. Several
different ones talked about how Yahveh had led them in
different ways.
It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving
home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "Yah,
if you still speak to people speak to me. I will listen. I
will do my best to obey."
As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the
strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.
He shook his head and said out loud, "Yahveh is that you?"
He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again,
the thought, buy a gallon of milk.
The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't
recognize the voice of Yahveh, and how little Samuel ran to
Eli. "Okay, Yah, in case that is you, I will buy the milk."
It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could
always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the
gallon of milk and started off toward home. As he
passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn
Down that street."
This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street.
At the next intersection, he turned back and headed
down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, Yah,
I will". He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like
he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked
around. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn't
the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either.
The businesses were closed and most of the houses
looked dark like the people were already in bed.
Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to
the people in the house across the street." The young
man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked
like the people were either gone or they were already
asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back
in the car seat.
"Yahveh, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if
I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will
look stupid." Again, he felt like he should go and give
the milk.
Finally, he opened the door, "Okay Yah, if this is
you, I will go to the door and I will give them the
milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person,
okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count
for something but if they don't answer right away, I
am out of here."
He walked across the street and rang the bell. He
could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled
out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door
opened before the young man could get away.
The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt.
He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange
look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to
have some stranger standing on his doorstep.
"What is it?"
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I
brought this to you." The man took the milk and rushed
down a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman
carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was
following her holding a baby. The baby was crying.
The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just
praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran
out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I
was just praying and asking Yahveh to show me how to get
some milk."
His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I asked him to send
an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?"
The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out
all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand.
He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears
were streaming down his face.
He knew that Yahveh still answers prayers.
rinah shalom
It was an unusually cold day for the month of May. Spring had arrived and everything was alive with color. But a cold front from the North had brought winter's chill back to the Midwest. I sat, with two girl friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town square. The food and the company were both especially good that day. As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying a well-worn sign that read, "I will work for food." My heart sank.
I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the Town Square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car.
Deep within me, the Holy Spirit kept speaking to me: "Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square." And so, with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the corner I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the storefront church, going through his sack. I stopped and looked, feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor. "Looking for the pastor?" I asked. "Not really," he replied, " "just resting." "Have you eaten today?" "Oh, I ate something early this morning." "Would you like to have lunch with me?" "Do you have some work I could do for you?" "No work," I replied.
"I commute to the city for work, but I would like to take you to lunch." "Sure," he replied with a smile. As he began to gather his things. I asked some surface questions. "Where are you headed?" "St. Louis." "Where are you from?" "Oh, all over; mostly Florida." "How long have you been walking?" "Fourteen years," came the reply. I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, "Yashua is The Never Ending Story."
Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought. He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God. "Nothing's been the same since," he said, "I felt Yashua telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now."
"Ever think of stopping?" I asked. "Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me. But YHVH has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads."
I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission - a messenger set by God and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: "What's it like?" "What?" "To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?" "Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that YHVH was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me." My concept was changing, too.
We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said, "Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in." I felt as if we were on holy ground. "Could you use another Bible?" I asked.
He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. "I've read through it 14 times," he said. "I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and see." I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful. "Where are you headed from here?"
"Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon." "Are you hoping to hire on there for a while? "No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next." He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of this messenger. I drove him back to the town square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things. "Would you sign my autograph book?" he asked. "I like to keep messages from folks I meet."
I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, "I know the plans I have for you, declared Yahveh, plans to prosper you and not to harm you and plans to give you a future and a hope." "Thanks, man" he said.
"I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you." "I know," I said, "I love you, too." "Yashua is good." "Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?" I asked. "A long time," he replied. And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, "See you in the New Jerusalem." "I'll be there" was my reply.
He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bed roll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, "When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?" "You bet," I shouted back, "Yahveh bless you." "Yashua bless." And that was the last I saw of him.
Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them.. a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them. I remembered his words: "If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"
Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry.
"See you in the New Jerusalem" he said. "Yes, Daniel, I know I will..."
~ Author Unknown ~
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And Isaac was forty years old when he took Rebecca, the daughter of Betuel, from Padan Aram, the sister of Laban, for himself for a wife." Genesis 25:20
Rebeccah was the daughter of an evil person, the sister of an evil person, and lived in a community of evil people. Nevertheless, she did not learn from their evil behavior.
Many people try to excuse their faults by blaming others as the cause of their behavior. "It's not my fault I have this bad trait, I learned it from my parents." "I'm not to blame for this bad habit since all my brothers and sisters do it also." "Everyone in my neighborhood does this or does not do that, so how could I be any different?" They use this as an excuse for failing to make an effort to improve.
Regardless of the behavior of those around you, you have the ability to be different.
The righteous person might be considered a nonconformist and even rebellious by those in his environment whose standard of values are below his level, but we are responsible for our own actions. Pointing to others in your environment who are worse than you are is not a valid justification for poor behavior.
If you ever find yourself saying, "It's not my fault I did this. It's because of the way I was raised or because I learned it from so-and-so" - change your focus to, "I'll make a special effort to improve in this area to overcome the tendency to follow in the footsteps of others."
Blaming others for our faults and saying that we cannot do anything about them is an indication that we do not want to change. Make a list of the negative traits you picked up from your early environment and develop a plan of action to improve in those areas.
By:Rinah Shalom
The Emperor's Seed
(Author Unknown)
Once there was an emperor in the Far East who was
growing old and knew it was coming time to choose his successor.
Instead of choosing one of his assistants or one of his own children,
he decided to do something different.
He called all the young people in the kingdom
together one day. He said, "It has come time for me to step down and to
choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you." The kids
were shocked! But the emperor continued. "I am going to give each one
of you a seed today. One seed. It is a very special seed. I want you to
go home, plant the seed, water it and come back here one year from
today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge
the plants that you bring to me, and the one I choose will be the next
emperor of the kingdom!"
There was one boy named Ling who was there that
day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and
excitedly told his mother the whole story. She helped him get a pot and
some planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it carefully.
Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had grown.
After about three weeks, some of the other youths
began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to
grow. Ling kept going home and checking his seed, but nothing ever
grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by. Still nothing.
By now others were talking about their plants but
Ling didn't have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months went
by, still nothing in Ling's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed!
Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Ling
didn't say anything to his friends, however. He just kept waiting for
his seed to grow.
A year finally went by and all the youths of the
kingdom brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling told
his mother that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she
encouraged him to go, and to take his pot, and to be honest about what
happened. Ling felt sick to his stomach, but he knew his mother was
right. He took his empty pot to the palace.
When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety
of plants grown by all the other youths. They were beautiful, in all
shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and many of the
other kids laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him and just said, "Hey
nice try."
When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room
and greeted the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. "My,
what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said the emperor.
"Today, one of you will be appointed the next emperor!"
All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the
back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him
to the front. Ling was terrified. "The emperor knows I'm a failure!
Maybe he will have me killed!"
When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his
name. "My name is Ling," he replied. All the kids were laughing and
making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet down. He looked
at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, "Behold your new emperor! His
name is Ling!" Ling couldn't believe it. Ling couldn't even grow his
seed. How could he be the new emperor?
Then the emperor said, "One year ago today, I
gave everyone here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water
it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds
which would not grow. All of you, except Ling, have brought me trees
and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow,
you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Ling was the only
one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it.
Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!"
"A good name is to be more desired than great riches" Proverbs 22:1 (NASB)
A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun
threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly
without an appointment into the Harvard University President's outer
office.
The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country
hicks had no business at Harvard & probably didn't even deserve to be
in Cambridge.
'We'd like to see the president,' the man said softly. 'He'll be busy
all day,' the secretary snapped. 'We'll wait,' the lady replied.
For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would
finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't, and the secretary
grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even
though it was a chore she always regretted.
'Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they'll leave,' she said to
him!
He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance
obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, and he detested
gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.
The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the
couple. The lady told him, 'We had a son who attended Harvard for one
year.
He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was
accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial
to him, somewhere on campus.'
The president wasn't touched. He was shocked. 'Madam,' he said,
gruffly, 'we can't put up a statue for every person who attended
Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery.'
'Oh, no,' the lady explained quickly. 'We don't want to erect a
statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard.'
The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham
dress and
homespun suit, then exclaimed, 'A building! Do you have any earthly
idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million
dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard.'
For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased. Maybe he
could get rid of them now.
The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, 'Is that all it costs
to start a university? Why don't we just start our own?'
Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and
bewilderment. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away,
traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the
university that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a
son that Harvard no longer cared about.
You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those
who they think can do nothing for them.
.........A TRUE STORY By Malcolm Forbes
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"In those days there was no king in Israel; each man did that which was proper in his own eyes." Judges 21:25
At first glance, this verse appears to describe a chaotic state of
affairs, where in absence of a central authority everyone did as they
pleased, however, this interpretation is incorrect. Everyone has common
sense, which can reliably guide him to do right and avoid wrong. ("Do
that which is proper and good." Deuteronomy 6:18) How do we know what
is proper and good if the Torah does not specify it? It must be that we
have an innate common sense.
If so, why does the world seem so unjust? One reason might be that
people do not act according to their own common sense, but rather
according to what they think others might think of them.
When we stop behaving according to what we wish others to think, we might give our common sense a fighting chance.
By Rinah Shalom
From a Yahoo group post
Friendship and love defined in a single photo.......
What are your first thoughts when you meet another person?
People who have a strong tendency to be takers, think, "What can this
person do for me?" People who have a strong tendency to be critical,
think, "What can I find that is negative about this person?" Some
people tend to think, "Do I like or respect this person or not?" And
others focus on the question, "Do I feel comfortable in the presence of
this person?" And yet others think about, "What does this person think
of me?"
When you meet someone, let your first thought be, "What can I do for
this person?" This way you will view each encounter with a fellow human
being as an opportunity to give and help.
It is relatively easy to develop the habit of asking this question. At
first, you need to deliberately ask yourself this question over and
over again. Asking it enough times will cause it to pop into your mind
automatically. After a while, as soon as you meet someone you will hear
the question, "What can I do for this person?"
Stop for a few minutes right now and repeat many times, "What can I do
for this person?" Enjoy the process and feel the joy rising within you.
As you repeat the question, "What can I do for this person" think of
specific people you know. Begin with people you like a lot. Then think
of those towards whom you are neutral. Finally, think about those with
whom you experience difficulty when you deal with them.
We all need the assistance and encouragement of others at one time or
another. When you think about how you can help a person whose help you
need, you needn't think of it in terms of bartering: "He is doing
something for me, so I will do something for him." Rather, this can be
viewed as part of your general attitude of wanting to help others even
more than you want others to help you. Even if someone has more
resources than you do, you still might be able to say or do something
to enhance his life.
We often hear the expression, "When you look for something, you will
find it." It's easy to find blemishes, mistakes, errors and limitations
in others. When you look down at people they feel the negative energy
emanating from you, which makes it difficult to get along with others.
After you practice asking "What can I do for this person" for a couple
of weeks, you will experience a major shift in the way you feel towards
others. Much of the stress that you formerly felt will melt away and
you will have more energy and joy than ever before.
By: Rinah Shalom
1. Yashua wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.
2. Growing old is inevitable ... growing UP is optional.
3. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
4. Silence is often misinterpreted but never misquoted.
5. Do the math… count your blessings.
6. Faith is the ability to not panic.
7. Laugh every day, it's like inner jogging.
8. If you worry, you didn't pray... If you pray, don't worry.
9. Prayer is kind of like calling home everyday.
10. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
11. The most important things in your house are the people.
12. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.
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"Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not." Jer 33:3
Do you believe that God not only loves you, but knows where you are and what you're doing every minute of the day?
I certainly do after an amazing experience I had
several years ago. At the time I was driving on 1-75 near Dayton, Ohio,
with my wife and children. We turned off the highway for a rest and
refreshment stop. My wife Barbara and children went into the
restaurant. I suddenly felt the need to stretch my legs, so waved them
off ahead saying I'd join them later. I bought a soft drink, and as I
walked toward a Dairy Queen, feelings of self-pity enshrouded my mind.
I loved the Lord and my ministry, but I felt drained, burdened. My cup
was empty.
Suddenly the impatient ringing of a telephone
nearby jarred me out of my doldrums. It was coming from a phone booth
at a service station on the corner. Wasn't anyone going to answer the
phone?
Noise form the traffic flowing through the busy
intersection must have drowned out the sound because the service
station attendant continued looking after his customers, oblivious to
the incessant ringing.
"Why doesn't somebody answer that phone?" I
muttered. I began reasoning. It may be important. What if it's an
emergency? Curiosity overcame my indifference. I stepped inside the
booth and picked up the phone. "Hello," I said casually and took a big
sip of my drink. The operator said:" Long distance call for Ken Gaub."
My eyes widened, and I almost choked on a chunk
of ice. Swallowing hard, I said, "You're crazy!" Then realizing I
shouldn't speak to an operator like that, I added, "This can't be! I
was walking down the road, not bothering anyone, and the phone was
ringing... "Is Ken Gaub there?" the operator interrupted, "I have a
long distance call for him."
It took a moment to gain control of my babbling,
but I finally replied, "Yes, he is here." Searching for a possible
explanation, I wondered if I could possibly be on Candid Camera! Still
shaken, perplexed, I asked, "How in the world did you reach me here? I
was walking down the road, the pay phone started ringing, and I just
answered it on chance. You can't mean me."
"Well," the operator asked, "is Mr. Gaub there or
isn't he?" "Yes, I am Ken Gaub," I said, finally convinced by the tone
of her voice that the call was real. Then I heard another voice say,
"Yes, that's him, operator. That's Ken Gaub."
I listened dumbfounded to a strange voice
identify herself. "I'm Millie from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. You don't
know me, Mr. Gaub, but I'm desperate. Please help me."
"What can I do for you?"
She began weeping. Finally she regained control
and continued. "I was about to commit suicide, had just finished
writing a note, when I began to pray and tell God I really didn't want
to do this. Then I suddenly remembered seeing you on television and
thought if I could just talk to you, you could help me. I knew that was
impossible because I didn't know how to reach you, I didn't know anyone
who could help me find you. Then some numbers came to my mind, and I
scribbled them down."
At this point she began weeping again, and I
prayed silently for wisdom to help her. She continued, "I looked at the
numbers and thought, 'Wouldn't it be wonderful if I had a miracle from
God, and He has given me Ken's phone number?' I decided to try calling
it. I can't believe I'm talking to you. Are you in your office in
California?" I replied, "Lady, I don't have an office in California. My
office is in Yakima, Washington." A little surprised, she asked, "Oh
really, then where are you?" "Don't you know?" I responded. "You made
the call." She explained, "But I don't even know what area I'm calling.
I just dialed the number that I had on this paper." "Ma'am, you won't
believe this, but I'm in a phone booth in Dayton, Ohio!" "Really?" she
exclaimed. "Well, what are you doing there?" I kidded her gently,
"Well, I'm answering the phone. It was ringing as I walked by, so I
answered it."
Knowing this encounter could only have been
arranged by God, I began to counsel the woman. As she told me of her
despair and frustration, the presence of the Holy Spirit flooded the
phone booth giving me words of wisdom beyond my ability. In a matter of
moments, she prayed the sinner's prayer and met the One who would lead
her out of her situation into a new life.
I walked away from that telephone booth with an
electrifying sense of our heavenly Father's concern for each of His
children. What were the astronomical odds of this happening? With all
the millions of phones and innumerable combinations of numbers, only an
all-knowing God could have caused that woman to call that number in
that phone booth at that moment in time.
Forgetting my drink and nearly bursting with
exhilaration, I headed back to my family, wondering if they would
believe my story. Maybe I better not tell this, I thought, but I
couldn't contain it. "Barb, you won't believe this! God knows where I
am!"
God also knows where you are. Place yourself in
His hands and concentrate on knowing His will for your life. He will
never forsake or forget you.
(By Ken Gaub - Yakima, Washington)
Hi guys. Thanks to all for your prayers in regard to my health. The immediate problem cleared and now I just need prayer that whatever the cause is clears up. The purpose here though is to get prayers for my job. I won't sweat too many details, but the short version is that I was given conflicting instructions by the powers that be - literally I could do one or the other, but not both - and now I'm in trouble for trying to walk the line and still accomplish what needed to be done. This isn't the only job I can do, but I like it and it's just starting to pay off (quite well, actually), and I would love to keep it.
Gato
In your past, you were stoned and crushed by the
unbelief of men and the mockings of the demonic world. You did not
fail, beloved intercessor. You were tuned to hear My voice and
yearnings very clearly. Whether immature in your giftings or not, your
heart was pure and you continued to love, forgive and cover. You chose
to stand in the gap to cover the breach against bringing My body
together into unity. Your testimony was a role model for all of heaven
who witnessed your sufferings. Thank you beloved for standing firm in
your faith and earnestly trusting Me throughout that painful time!
Precious one, it is time to rise up in newness of life. You have been
released from the dead.
I
AM fulfilling My promises to you. My purposes for you, they will not
fail. I AM at work in your life, both to make you willing and equipped
to fulfill My good pleasure over you. I am working all things in your
life according to My purpose and counsel of My will. I AM placing
within your heart a rekindled drawing, an unction to function exactly
as you are called to do as you walk in My Spirit. Rise My faithful one
and look not upon what has died, but look to Me, your Giver of
Resurrection life! (posted today on a Yahoo group I belong to, though noted as an original post from May 2)
Phil 2:13 NKJV
for it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure .
Eph 1:11 NKJV
In
Him also we have obtained an inheritance, being predestined according
to the purpose of Him who works all things according to the counsel of
His will...
A few years ago God healed me of bladder cancer. The other day I had blood clots that blocked my bladder and I had to go to the emergency. The clots came out on their own, but since I have some major blockage that isn't clots. I'd like some prayers from all who read this.
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