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Come Away My Beloved Updated By Frances J. Roberts This powerful book has touched countless lives, reminding readers of the Lord's invitation to "come away" and experience His all-sufficient care and provision. A book "forged in the crucible of life," Come Away My Beloved shares the ministering spirit of the heavenly Father to those in need of encouragement, hope, comfort, and conviction. Equally helpful to new Christians or longtime believers seeking spiritual renewal, Come Away My Beloved offers instruction for successful Christian living and inspiration deeper devotion to God. This classic book has been updated for ease of reading and incorporates verses from the New King James Version. |
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The Character of God Every Day with Jesus Devotional Collection By Selwyn Hughes His devotional writings have resonated with readers for more that thirty years. They seem to come from a well that's being constantly nourished and replenished--the truths of God's Word, captured in thematic groupings that never tire but continue to satisfy. Here is Selwyn's classic expressions of God's love and provision. |
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Victory Over Depression: How to Live Above Your Circumstances By Bob George "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade," goes the old saying. Now George gives you a biblical recipe to help you conquer life's disappointments! In this updated edition of Living Above Your Circumstances, you'll discover how to live victoriously and experience the freedom that comes through dependence on Christ alone. Includes a new study section. 200 pages, softcover from Harvest. |
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Anointed to Be God's Servants By Henry Blackaby & Tom Blackaby Meet the supporting cast that enabled the apostle Paul to carry out his ministry. Revealing the wonderful nature of interdependence in God's kingdom, Henry and Tom Blackaby explain why Paul desperately needed friends --- and what true companionship really looks like. Discover how to effectively encourage and undergird the leaders around you. |
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Lessons I Learned in the Dark By Jennifer Rothschild At the age of fifteen, Jennifer Rothchild confronted two unshakable realities: Blindness is inevitable...and God is enough. Now this popular author, speaker, and recording artist offers poignant autobiographical sketches that illuminate a path to freedom and fulfillment despite adversity. You'll catch a glimpse of the author's unique -- yet universal -- struggles as a college student, newlywed, parent, and friend who's had to learn to live out her faith in the dark. |
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In Her Steps: Women of Courage and Valor By Denise Marie Siino This is a collection of stories of ancient and modern women who can only be called heroes. These forty vignettes will inspire the reader as Denise Marie Siino delves into each woman's life to uncover the depths of her valor-chosen because of her dedication to serving the heart-concerns of God and the needs of people-many times in the face of adversity or opposition but always with great courage and determination. Including in this collection are Condoleeza Rice, Elizabeth Hanford Dole, Kay Arthur, Dayna Curry Masterson and Heather Mercer, Edith Schaeffer, Elisabeth Elliot and more. |
Whatever is Pure
August 2007
Son, That's Not Going To Work
After a quick inspection of the playground, Marshall focused his attention on the spiral slide, climbing up and sliding down a few times, landing softly in the sandy lot. His father kept a watchful eye out, ready to step in at a moment's notice if need be and when Marshall asked if he could use one of our discarded cups to play in the sand, his father agreeably gave the cup a cursory drying with a napkin and handed it over.
Marshall promptly filled the cup with sand and climbed up to the top of the slide, then carefully poured the sand down its metal surface. As he couldn't see the results of his effort from his vantage, he scrambled down the stairs to look but wasn't daunted by the fact most of the sand had slipped right off the slide. Once again, he filled the cup, carefully balancing it so as not to spill a single grain and once again, he poured the precious contents down the slide. The sturdy four year old diligently climbed up and down those stairs countless times, never tiring in his little self-appointed task. As he was well occupied, his father and I took the opportunity to catch up on family news.
When it was time to pack up and head home from the park, a good while later, Marshall was reluctant to go, even though fatigue slowed his steps and he was beginning to spill sand on his dogged climb up the stairs. "But Daddy, I haven't filled it up yet!" He pointed to the slide and explained. "It's only a little bit full!" Sure enough, the slide's bottom was barely covered with sand and he had made little purchase up the slide's actual incline. The countless cups of sand that he had so diligently carried and poured into his project lay waste on the ground below. His father tried to explain to his son. "Marshall, it doesn't matter how many trips you make, it just won't work. There's nothing holding the sand back from spilling off the edge. You can't fill up something that doesn't have a way of containing."
As Christians, we so often pour of ourselves into the lives of others, our ministries and our own lives, only to see little if any fruit. No matter how diligent our effort and no matter how lofty our ambition, we seem to make little headway. Our churches do not grow, those we counsel fall repeatedly into the same sinful patterns and our ministries have little effect in the lives of those we wish to reach.
Perhaps, our heavenly Father speaks to us at those times. "Child, you can't fill up a vessel that has no way of containing all my blessings. Will you allow me to create a new one that has the capacity of holding my glory? I need to repair your walls, I need to build proper borders and boundaries within your life, but I can only do so, if you allow me to remove the rubble."
From the DCQ Archives at http://dailychristianquote.com :
August 20, 2001
God's program for reviving His people is definite and clear. First Elijah repaired the altar of Jehovah that was thrown down. That is the place to begin. All the ruin that sin has wrought must be cleared away by confession. Things must be made right with God; restitution must be made where it is due. Unless this is done definitely and thoroughly, prayer for reviving is vain. Too many are praying today without repairing the altar by confession of sin, without digging a trench of separation from the world and without a surrender that is even unto death. No wonder such prayer is fruitless.
Andrew Gih
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My Head Upon Your Chest.
Abba Father come take me
Pull me up on Your knee
softly in my being
whisper just for me
The Prodigal Shoe
I can't say that I remember what it was like to be a five-year-old, but I don't really have to make the effort. I have a living example who visits my home at least once a week. My observations tell me that being five is much like living on a rainbow. One can easily drift from cool blue complacency to an angry fireball of red in an instant and then, just as quickly gravitate to the lush silliness of green. One can also struggle mightily in the climb to the top of the arc, then squeal in euphoria while sliding haphazardly down the other side - only to begin again. There are no rules on the rainbow, save that of the constant need for exploration. And that's where my shoes come into play.
She started at the age of two, dropping one individual penny into the toe of each shoe in my closet. As my usual circumstance includes making a mad dash out the front door each morning, I seldom discovered the coin until I settled in behind my desk at work. My granddaughter delivered the gift of a smile from afar.
Now, at five, her shoe fascination has altered. Her weekly routine consists of standing before my over-the-door shoe container perusing. In an instant she can locate any new purchases I've made. She cares not that I wear a ladies size eight and she a child's size ten. Off come her sandals and on go my heels. Though treading appears precarious at first, after about ten or so minutes, she is more than able to strut, prance and sometimes even perform her customized ballet steps. A mere few minutes of victory and she has to change styles or colors until there is no less than six pair of my heels strewn around when I kiss her good-bye.
Last month, there was a new development in the program. As I retrieved all the shoes to put them away, I came up one black patent heel short. After a cursory search that yielded nothing, I tossed my lone shoe into a chair and thought, "It will turn up in the next couple of days."
But it didn't.
In fact, for the next three weeks I looked for the shoe. At first in passing and finally in that all out pull-everything-out-of-everywhere kind of search we've all had to do on occasion. Still - no shoe.
It's amazing what lessons can be learned from the tiniest deviation in our lives. I own thirty pair of shoes. I have all sizes, shapes and colors. But the missing shoe represented many things over those weeks. First, and foremost, I just couldn't stand the thought that a five-year-old child outsmarted me. I laughed every time I told someone. And the longer the shoe stayed gone, the more I told the story. Reactions varied from, "Aren't you angry?" to "You know, one time I lost this or that for months too!".
I finally broke down and called the child to ask her where she put it.
"I don't know, YaYa."
Well, what kind of answer did I really expect to get? Three weeks had gone by.
Then, my thoughts shifted. How fortunate was I to have shoes? How many on this planet do without while I live in comfort day in and day out? How blessed was I to be able to laugh instead of suffer. How very wonderful it was to have a granddaughter who led me to small life adventures that caused me to appreciate this tiny aspect of my life.
I finally gave up. I quit looking and decided she must have somehow thrown the shoe away. I decided to keep the other shoe as a memento with the intent of one day sharing this story with her. And, of course, that's when it happened. How many times, when we exhaust all our resources and throw up our hands, does the unexpected occur?
I keep my periodicals in a wide-rimmed woven basket in the living room. Five weeks later, in retrieving a magazine, I noticed a lump midway in the stack. A bit flattened, but none worse for the wear, I discovered my missing shoe. Let the celebration begin! The prodigal has returned!
All I Have is Yours
"All I have is yours" …. That sounds like something a man would say to his wife or wife to be. It's a way of saying, "I commit my life to you" or, as the old Judd song said, "You are my only need".
"All I have is yours"….. was what the happy father said when his prodigal son came home and the elder son became angry because he felt he‘d been slighted. It was his way of telling him that nothing was more important to him than that very son.
"All I have is yours" …. was what Jesus was saying when he went to the cross on our behalf. It was His way of telling and showing us that He loved us more than His own life, that he was willing to suffer for us, because he loved us so much.
"All I have is yours" …. is God's message of love for us, proven by the Son who died for us, so that we could inherit with Him, all that He already had….
"All I have is yours"…. Is what our Father wants to hear us say to Him. He wants us to believe in Him, to trust in Him, to love Him with all our minds and souls. He wants us to live for Him and show our love and loyalty through our actions.
I have a mental image, in that I see our God, large and powerful, standing looking down on us. He's just standing there with His arms crossed, not interfering with our lives, but still watching as we go through the dramas of our lives. In my vision, we know that He's watching and every once in a while, like most children do, we steal a look in His direction to see if He's still watching us. You know, He always is, every time. And, sometimes, He smiles back at us. When He does, the look in His eyes always says.. "All I have is yours"…
© Dick Kent
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Everything I Need
When I'm lonely he's the Friend
That sticks closer than a brother.
I can take him at his word,
When I can believe no other.
When I'm sick, he is my Healer,
For it is by his stripes I'm healed.
When disappointed, he's my Comfort,
For he knows just what I feel.
When I'm weak, he is the Strength I need,
To overcome the enemy.
My door of Hope, when my faith is gone
And life seems dark and empty.
In victory he's the Song I sing,
To him I lift my praise.
He's my constant life companion,
Now and forever.
Praise his Name !
© Gertrude Jefferies
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No Matter How Hard I Try...
I will sheepishly admit that I one of those women who attempts to clean her house the night before the cleaner is due. I find some solace that a large percentage of people who use a cleaning service are guilty of the same illogical behaviour. Never the less, every two weeks, I scurry around my apartment, tidying and dusting, sweeping and vacuuming and wiping down counters and sinks. Heavens! It would never 'do' for the person whom I pay to clean my apartment actually to see it in disarray.
Due to my disability, no matter how long or how hard I scrub some surfaces, I an unable to cleanse them thoroughly. Faint reminders of coffee and juice stains speckle my counters despite my best efforts. An artfully placed appliance over such a stain might temporarily cover it but I am well aware of what lies underneath. The corners of the tiled shower collect grime that is simply beyond my physical power to remove. Dust remains on shelves that I cannot reach safely, even though I attempt to clean them with a jury-rigged dust cloth attached to the end of a broom handle. By the time my cleaner, Charlene, arrives, I am exhausted. Exhaustion soon turns to wry frustration at my own foolishness as I watch the stained counter become sparkling clean with a few firm swipes of her cleaning rag, and the bathroom grout return to pristine white.
In the same way, I am spiritually unable to erase the stain of sin in my life. No amount of good intentions and resolutions will remove them. I cannot hide my guilt under a camouflage of good works. There are dark corners of my heart that provide perfect hiding spots for sin and try as I might, I cannot see them, no matter try to remove them.
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From the DCQ Archives :
June 26, 2007
Our Saviour kneels down and gazes upon the darkest acts of our lives. But rather than recoil in horror, he reaches out in kindness and says, 'I can clean that if you want.' And from the basin of his grace, he scoops a palm full of mercy and washes our sin.
Max Lucado
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I think I'll take my Saviour up on his invitation. What about you? Are there sinful areas in your life that are stained and filthy? Are there doors of your heart that you would prefer to be kept shut because you know of the mess that hides behind? Will you allow the Lord to pour his forgiveness, grace and healing into the very areas that have caused you such guilt and shame?
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