Favorite Quote

Here is one of my most loved quotes from A. W. Tozer. It inspires me to keep going and remember who it is I live for. I hope  you love it too.

 

Too often, we give God only the tired remnants of our time. If Jesus Christ had given us only the remnant of His time, we would all be on our way to that darkness that knows no morning. Christ gave us not the tattered leftovers of His time; He gave us all the time He had. But some of us give Him only the leftovers of our money and of our talents and never give our time fully to the Lord Jesus Christ who gave us all. Because He gave us all, we have what we have; and He calls us “as He is, so are we in this world.’ -The Crucified Life

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Don’t Forget Jesus

Christmas is a special time,

To reflect on Jesus Christ.

The wonder of his lowly birth,

Brings meaning to our lives.

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There really is no other reason,

We celebrate this day.

The birth of God’s precious son,

And the life he willingly gave.

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But so much seems to distract us,

In the busyness of our lives,

We loose our focus in all the happenings

Not knowing we leave out Christ.

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We loose sight of the true meaning

As we endlessly rush about,

Trying to find that perfect gift,

Seems to cloud our Savior out.

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We need to stop and reflect awhile,

Remembering our precious Lord.

His birth, His life and sacrifice

And all that He stands for.

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For though the world may celebrate,

It seems, though, for other reasons,

Lets keep in mind that Jesus Christ

Is the reason for the season!

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By M S Lowndes

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Have the most blessed day my friend!

Grab Your Kleenex!! This Christmas Story is Precious!!

CHRISTMAS AT THE GAS STATION
The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn’t been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn’t hate Christmas, just couldn’t find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last h…our and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. “Thank you, but I don’t mean to intrude,” said the stranger. “I see you’re busy, I’ll just go.” “Not without something hot in your belly.” George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. “It ain’t much, but it’s hot and tasty. Stew … Made it myself. When you’re done, there’s coffee and it’s fresh.”
Just at that moment he heard the “ding” of the driveway bell. “Excuse me, be right back,” George said. There in the driveway was an old ’53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. “Mister can you help me!” said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. “My wife is with child and my car is broken.” George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. “You ain’t going in this thing,” George said as he turned away.
“But Mister, please help …” The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. “Here, take my truck,” he said. “She ain’t the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good.”
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. “Glad I gave ’em the truck, their tires were shot too. That ‘ol truck has brand new .” George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. “Well, at least he got something in his belly,” George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn’t cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. “Well, shoot, I can fix this,” he said to
himself. So he put a new one on.
“Those tires ain’t gonna get ’em through the winter either.” He took the snow treads off of his wife’s old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn’t going to drive the car anyway.
As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, “Please help me.”
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. “Pressure to stop the bleeding,” he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. “Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin’,” he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
“Something for pain,” George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. “These ought to work.” He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. “You hang in there, I’m going to get you an ambulance.”
The phone was dead. “Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car.” He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. “Thanks,” said the officer. “You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area.”
George sat down beside him, “I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain’t gonna leave you.” George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. “Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through ‘ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain.”
George got up and poured a cup of coffee. “How do you take it?” he asked. “None for me,” said the officer. “Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain’t got no donuts.” The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. “Give me all your cash! Do it now!” the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.
“That’s the guy that shot me!” exclaimed the officer.
“Son, why are you doing this?” asked George, “You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt.”
The young man was confused. “Shut up old man, or I’ll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!”
The cop was reaching for his gun. “Put that thing away,” George said to the cop, “we got one too many in here now.”
He turned his attention to the young man. “Son, it’s Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain’t much but it’s all I got. Now put that pea shooter away.”
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. “I’m not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son,” he went on. “I’ve lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week.”
George handed the gun to the cop. “Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can.”
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. “Sometimes we do stupid things.” George handed the young man a cup of coffee. “Bein’ stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin’ in here with a gun ain’t the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we’ll sort this thing out.”
The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. “Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I’m sorry officer.” “Shut up and drink your coffee ” the cop said. George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. “Chuck! You ok?” one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
“Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?”
“GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?” the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, “I don’t know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran.”
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
“That guy work here?” the wounded cop continued. “Yep,” George said, “just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job.”
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, “Why?”
Chuck just said, “Merry Christmas boy … and you too, George, and thanks for everything.”
“Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems.”
George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. “Here you go, something for the little woman. I don’t think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day.”
The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. “I can’t take this,” said the young man. “It means something to you.”
“And now it means something to you,” replied George. “I got my memories. That’s all I need.”
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. “Here’s something for that little man of yours.”
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.
“And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too,” George said. “Now git home to your family.”
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. “I’ll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good.”
“Nope. I’m closed Christmas day,” George said. “See ya the day after.”
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. “Where’d you come from? I thought you left?”
“I have been here. I have always been here,” said the stranger. “You say you don’t celebrate Christmas. Why?”
“Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn’t see what all the bother was. Puttin’ up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin’ cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn’t the same by myself and besides I was gettin’ a little chubby.”
The stranger put his hand on George’s shoulder. “But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. “That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man.”
George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. “And how do you know all this?” asked the old man.
“Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again.”
The stranger moved toward the door. “If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned.”
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.
“You see, George … it’s My birthday. Merry Christmas.”
George fell to his knees and replied, “Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus”
Merry Christmas!!

(Author Unknown)
This story is better than any greeting card !!

. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. (Luke 2:11-14)

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS!

 

Conversation About Our Children…

As Christian mothers we worry about if we have the word of God instilled in their lives.

Many of my friends truly worry about their teens salvation. It is in us to worry, even though the Bible tells us not to, and we worry well! Recently a friend was confiding that she is so worried that her oldest did not get enough of the Word poured into him as a little guy. She, like even myself, figured that church did a good enough job and I have so many other things to do! How could I possibly add Bible studies for my little one into my day? (They were in public school then.) We both have younger ones now that we just deeply pour Jesus into them daily!! We can see the difference in how situations are handled by the kids. Granted all kids are different, but the younger ones call out to the Lord quicker than the older ones. I will only judge myself on this and it is all my fault. Yet I was not at a place in my life where I knew just how important that is. I am changing that for my grand children’s futures though!

Let me get back to the confiding of a friend. She is so worried as to how her child, now young adult, will turn out. She is so scared and self condemning about the lack of God centered living that her most precious gift, she feels, should be achieving daily. She was so distraught. She broke my heart with all the pain she was sharing. She blamed herself for all of this. I have felt that pain myself. So I shared with her what the Spirit shared with me.

God has a plan for our children.

They were sent here for a specific reason.

We do not know what that reason is.

They each have a special gift just for that reason.

Sometimes they need to fall a little. Look at some of our great pastors now. They were rascals! Look into the pasts of Greg Laurie, Jack Hibbs and Billy Graham! Billy Graham actually said he would never be a pastor!! Ha ha ha!! He is one of the greatest Pastor’s of my lifetime!! What about the men in the Bible? Saul was pretty darn bad. He tortured Christians. He ended up changing his name to Paul, was one of Jesus 12 apostles, converted thousands to Christianity and wrote more books of the New Testament than anyone else!

God can make anything good.

I was that kiddo too, the one my friend is worried about.  I knew the Lord, but I was not walking with Him. I had my own agenda…with the world. I made bad choices and fell flat on my face. I am not worthy to call Jesus my Savior. Yet still, He took me when I was ready to accept His friendship and love, and He used all my imperfections to mold me into the woman, wife, mother, teacher and friend I am today. Without all the bumps and dings I have given myself along the way I may not appreciate the beauty of watching others give their hearts to the Lord.  When they do, my heart fills with joy for them! Truly it does!! I get all teary eyed as I am so blessed to be witness of their divine moment of accepting or re-establishing that commitment with Jesus. It is a precious moment.

Looking back, I see how God turned my hurt-filled  past into something useable for good.  I can connect with so many people on so many different levels now on how life was before Jesus was my main focus.

  He is my Savior, not my accessory.

He has done great things with me and again I say, I am so unworthy of the blessing of Him.

If He would do that for me…

He will work miracles with our kids!!!

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We need to pray for our kids.

Pray daily.

Pray for them to see in us, things that will help them become amazing young men and women of God, without them even realizing it.

Maybe our child will be the light that guides another to the Lord.

Maybe our child will be an incredible husband or wife that shines for the Lord, inspiring others to be the same.

Maybe our child will be like Pastor Saeed, doing the work of the Lord in scarey country’s that want to torture and kill all Christians.

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I just pray that the little light, or the big one, that is Jesus planted in their hearts will engulf their souls.

May Jesus be used through my children and may the Holy Spirit work through me to mold them in the way He needs them to be.

Have a blessed day friend!

Jay Smith ~ Why Muslims need Jesus Christ of the Bible

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Jay Smith was at our church recently and gave us an amazing lecture.

I have the Vimeo link right here so you can watch/listen to the teaching if you so choose.

He is a very intelligent man who spoke to us about the Muslim religion and the difference between their teachings and the teachings of Jesus in the Holy Bible.

This is not a sermon to hurt anyone in the Muslim faith.

Jay Smith gives an understanding to both the Christian and the Muslim about their most loved books, the Bible and the Quran. This was a very interesting 1 hour sermon, yes it is long, but it is filled with information. Please take one morning with a cup of coffee, tea, cocoa or whatever makes your day brighter, and just listen to the teaching…I thought it was worth sharing. I learned so much. I learned that the Quran is only written in Arabic and only 15% of Muslims can read Arabic. Muslims do not like  Christians (those who are lead astray) or Jews (those who cause anger). Muslims think Christians are wrong to believe that God walked the earth, that we do not limit His power to just heavenly things.  These are just a few things covered in this teaching. It is really interesting.

See what you think.

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Why Muslims Need Jesus Christ Of The Bible from Calvary Chino Hills on Vimeo.

 

 

Someone is Special Today!!!

Happy 6th birthday Belle!!!

Today we want to let you know that no matter how much you grow up, you will always be our bundle of joy, rolling around on the floor giggling, hoolahooping, making fantastic crafties and drawings for us,  and ALWAYS asking for Popsicles!! You are such a wonderful daughter Belle!! You make us so proud!! Most importantly you make God proud. You have a spectacularly giving heart!

I know you made Him smile when you said that

“Birthdays aren’t about the presents, its about Jesus being shown in our hearts one more year.”

120That brought tears of joy to my heart and my eyes!

Enjoy your special day Princess of the Most High God!!

You are beautiful!!

Enjoy the fireworks!