tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557597211871475552024-03-13T04:03:54.449-07:00Day by DayCosette Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11943494707126513936noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55759721187147555.post-72850206406841624092013-11-13T08:33:00.004-08:002013-11-13T09:21:57.322-08:00Between the Lines of the Sermon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As we climb up the stairs from the Sunday school classroom to the auditorium, I think about how well the children behaved today. A few of them may have had too much sugar in their cereal this morning. Anyway, we all sit down in the back pew, and the kids start talking. One of them is opening a hymnal, the other flipping through a tract. <i>Don't rip it; don't rip it! </i>- is all I can think. One of the girls is studying a missionary card, and she asks me what a missionary is. "A missionary--" <i>HEY, WHO'S THAT?!? </i>the boy next to me interrupts. "A missionary," I continue, "is a person that tells people about what Jesus did for them." The teacher and I calm the kids down for the singing. The pastor says "...page 541" and one of the kids wants to find it, starting at page one and flipping page by page. She eventually resorts to flipping about 50 pages at one time and finds it, only to sing the last five words of the song. Here comes the prayer... <i>"okay, everyone, we're going to pray now,"</i> and I motion to them to fold their hands. "Dear Heavenly Father," the prayer begins, <i>BANG!</i> - there goes that hymnal...<br />
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...We're in the middle of the sermon. I've got a girl beside me that found the color-by-numbers page in the coloring book. She can't read, so she needs me to read them for her. Oops. There go the crayons. As I bend down to pick them up, she asks me about the lesson. I wince as the Pastor pauses and she is talking. But her question surprises me... "Jesus loves the children like in our lesson today, right? Is the baby in my picture Jesus? Why is He a baby? Why are there animals all around? I sit up, hands full of crayons, and glance at her pink-skinned baby Jesus, and smile. The important thing about this morning isn't that the kids are perfect and quiet during the sermon, or that the sound of their coloring is soft, but the important thing this morning is that Jesus loves the little children, and between the lines of the sermon, these children are learning of Jesus's love for them.</div>
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Sometimes God speaks to me in church through the great correlating sermon points, but, sometimes like this morning, He is speaking to me through one of His kids, and maybe even through the dropping hymnals and crayons.</div>
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But we forget that too easily. We forget that Jesus Christ perfectly understands every single struggle every single human being has ever needed to confront. We also forget that He not only understands us, but He wants us to come to Him for help. We forget that He is the Lord of the universe but He intimately relates to each of us. He will give us grace in time of need; we need to boldly come to His throne of grace... Let me tell you a story of the not-so-observable side of something I recently went through... (but beware... there might be some run-on sentences, for effect :) )</div>
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I was feeling alone, empty-hearted, stale, confused, misunderstood... my hope was torn, my life was spinning, and I was dizzy, lost, and disoriented. I was falling, falling, falling... when a thread of confidence and hope surprisingly kept me from hitting the bottom of the pit. The confidence that He felt alone, empty-hearted, stale, confused, and misunderstood, just as I had, and the hope that He wanted me to reach for and receive His comfort and consolation that because of His mercy and grace I would be lifted out of the pit of discouragement and up to the plateau of heavenly peace... was more than my heart could hold and what it could not hold poured itself out in the form of tears.</div>
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There you have my personal experience, but the great thing is that He understands Your experience. He is with you, princess of Heaven, and He understands you more than anyone ever will. Reach and receive His comfort and consolation, for because of His mercy and grace He will lift you out of this pit of discouragement and up to the plateau of heavenly peace.</div>
Cosette Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11943494707126513936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55759721187147555.post-55952249196507674752013-10-07T13:28:00.005-07:002013-10-07T13:29:05.897-07:00this was exactly what i needed to hear this morning...**by Spurgeon<br />
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“Wherefore hast thou afflicted thy servant?”<br />
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Our heavenly Father sends us frequent troubles to try our faith. If our faith be worth anything, it will stand the test. Gilt is afraid of fire, but gold is not: the paste gem dreads to be touched by the diamond, but the true jewel fears no test. It is a poor faith which can only trust God when friends are true, the body full of health, and the business profitable; but that is true faith which holds by the Lord’s faithfulness when friends are gone, when the body is sick, when spirits are depressed, and the light of our Father’s countenance is hidden. A faith which can say, in the direst trouble, “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him,” is heaven-born faith. The Lord afflicts his servants to glorify himself, for he is greatly glorified in the graces of his people, which are his own handiwork. When “tribulation worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope,” the Lord is honoured by these growing virtues. We should never know the music of the harp if the strings were left untouched; nor enjoy the juice of the grape if it were not trodden in the winepress; nor discover the sweet perfume of cinnamon if it were not pressed and beaten; nor feel the warmth of fire if the coals were not utterly consumed. The wisdom and power of the great Workman are discovered by the trials through which his vessels of mercy are permitted to pass. Present afflictions tend also to heighten future joy. There must be shades in the picture to bring out the beauty of the lights. Could we be so supremely blessed in heaven, if we had not known the curse of sin and the sorrow of earth? Will not peace be sweeter after conflict, and rest more welcome after toil? Will not the recollection of past sufferings enhance the bliss of the glorified? There are many other comfortable answers to the question with which we opened our brief meditation, let us muse upon it all day long.Cosette Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11943494707126513936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55759721187147555.post-45775664454198133332013-09-26T10:09:00.004-07:002013-09-26T10:09:07.016-07:00God's Workmanship<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: x-small;">“</span><em style="color: #222222; font-size: small;">For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.</em><span style="color: #222222; font-size: x-small;">” -Ephesians 2:10</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In the corner of a shadow, she clutches her face in her hands. She's crying. She's confused; she feels utterly abandoned. The things she is going through don't make sense; her life seems to be falling apart. She cries out, "Why, God, why?" And a whisper brushes by her heart. She is calmed, for she knows that He knows the way she takes, and that when she is tried, she shall come forth as gold.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">p.s.- reread the top and bottom paragraphs, keeping the last verse in your mind. Since we are God's workmanship, He is going to work <i>on us</i>. In the end, God will be able to see his reflection perfectly in us. But until that wonderful day in glory, let us strive to be mold-able and trust that the Goldsmith knows what He's doing!</span></div>
Cosette Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11943494707126513936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55759721187147555.post-48379500395229717102013-09-16T07:47:00.002-07:002013-09-16T07:47:13.332-07:00Perfect Peace and Everlasting StrengthIsaiah 26:3-4<br />
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.<br />
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Today, I need some peace, Lord. I need that peace that passeth all understanding. Sometimes, like today, the path I take through my day, my life seems lower, deeper, darker than the depths of despair or the valley of the shadow of death. Lord, I know that there hath no temptation taken me but such as is common to man. I am also reminded that You are faithful and You have provided a way of escape that I may be able to bear it. Help me to trust in You forever, for in YOU is everlasting strength. I need strength today, God. I need peace. I don't long for the false, shallow peace of this world but for the peace that comes from victory in this spiritual battle we fight. I will stay my mind on You, and I will trust in You alone. Fill me with Your amazing power and create a pure heart and a steadfast spirit within me. As Your love surrounds me, let me love others. Help me not to condemn, but reflect Your incredible grace by which You lifted my soul out of the pit of sin. Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me, and I know You are with me, even in the valley of the shadow of death.<br />
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Cosette Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11943494707126513936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55759721187147555.post-15655390599990636542013-09-16T07:31:00.002-07:002013-09-16T08:09:23.834-07:00it's a good dayWhen the flowers smile and the sun shines or rain fragrance graces your nose or the clouds display their silver lining and you just know that today is gonna be a good day, no matter what comes your way :)Cosette Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11943494707126513936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55759721187147555.post-17647075551861122462013-09-10T16:43:00.002-07:002013-09-10T16:43:31.796-07:00A little HOPE for your day...Psalm 16:9<br />
Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope.<br />
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Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the Lord.<br />
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For in thee, O Lord, do I hope: thou wilt hear: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.<br />
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Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.<br />
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And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.<br />
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"My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness!"<br />
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But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear:<br />
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For (lots) more verses on hope, visit <a href="http://www.kingjamesbibleonline.org/search.php?word=hope&page=1&order=&bsec=">this link.</a><br />
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I don't know about you, but there are plenty of moments when I feel like hundreds of pounds of negativity are pressing on every square inch of my heart.</div>
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And, I feel like I need a place to go. Sometimes I go to a friend, sometimes I get angry at myself, and lots of times I lash out at someone else, craving that puny moment of release, which is always followed by more stress.</div>
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"Thou (God) art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance." -Psalm 32:7</div>
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I should be running into the reaching arms of my faithful Saviour, the caring Almighty, the loving Creator. And when I do, His arms hold me with the fiery love of His holy heart. And when I don't, He is there, seeking for me to fall into His arms.</div>
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Even when I am in the deepest trouble of circumstances, my Saviour preserves me. Even when I feel like the only way to release my anguish is to attack peers or God with spiteful words, the Comforter compasses me with beautiful, consoling songs of His work in my life, replacing the negativity nagging on me in all places.</div>
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And God's not just <i>my</i> Hiding Place, He can be yours, too. Run to His reaching arms!</div>
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Cosette Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11943494707126513936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55759721187147555.post-24481113178149602032013-09-05T16:50:00.002-07:002013-09-07T18:06:44.469-07:00God's faithfulness... In my life and yours!<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
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It was a new morning. I was feeling encouraged through my time with the Lord, and the joy of the Lord surged through me. I was thinking about this, when I saw an adorable little flower dancing in the sun. The solar-powered flower was sitting in the windowsill, soaking up all the sun it could get, and while it was in the sun, it danced. It seemed happy. But when the flower was hid from the sunlight, it ceased dancing. Only the light of the sun powered it to dance.</div>
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John 8:12 says,</div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.</span></div>
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<br />Cosette Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11943494707126513936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55759721187147555.post-89060153648330100732013-07-22T18:27:00.000-07:002013-07-23T09:36:02.306-07:00Day by Day- the hymn<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Day by day, and with each passing moment,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Strength He gives to meet my trials here;</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Gives unto each day what He deems best,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Mingling toil with peace and rest.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Every day the Lord Himself is near me,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">With a special mercy for each hour;</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">He whose name is Counsellor and Pow’r.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">The protection of His child and treasure</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Is a charge that on Himself He laid;</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,“</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">This the pledge to me He made.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Help me then, in every tribulation,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Offered me within Thy holy Word.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Arial, Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18.99147605895996px;">Till with Christ the Lord I stand.</span></span><br />
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