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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Loss?

We need to be grateful for each day, even those we would choose to forget and wish never happened.

There are and will be dark days, from which the sunlight seems stolen and distant.

Days when the loss and cost, are greater than anything we could imagine, and surely more than we want to pay.

As human beings we are greedy, hungry only for that which makes us happy - gives us pleasure.
C.S. Lewis said, "God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world." (The Problem of Pain, 1940).

I have always feared for my children to experience pain.
I do not want them to feel pain, yet I want them to LIVE.
Life is risk, and the only certainty death - but the question remains: how will you live?

Take risks. Be bold in hope and courageous despite despair.

This life is a gift, how extraordinary that we are living now!
We could have been born a one celled organism on some far off dark planet in the nether reaches of some far off universe, but we are blessed to be humans in the here and now.
Living when all the world is at our finger tips, you were born for a time such as this.

A roof over your head, food in your belly, change in your pocket? YOU are richer than 90% of the rest of the planet. I know its hard to imagine at times, but somebody has it worse and harder than you do.

We need not offer our sacrifice -pain - blood - trial - to the enemy,
instead we need to give it up to God.

Excerpt from
Living in Graceland 
Link to my BOOKS webpage 

Stop looking for explanation.
Wonder not at the why.
Sometimes there is no answer, but be assured,there is a greater plan.
In love,
jlrg

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.

That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart.
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to give 'em all a better start.
An' that preacher whispered: "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's hand

That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said: "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the preacher;
"Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
"Who read it to me."

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we know.
It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/randytravis/threewoodencrosses.html


GO REST HIGH ON THAT MOUNTAIN

I know your life
On earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain.
You weren't afraid to face the devil,
You were no stranger to the rain.
Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done.
Go to heaven a-shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son.
Oh, how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve.
I wish I could see the angels faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing.
Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done.
Go to heaven a-shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son.