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Creations Beauty Sitting looking out my window pane, everything’s so beautiful and green, being washed and refreshed by the falling rain. A woodpecker is tapping on a dead pine, tap, tap, tap, what a hammering sound; a chipmunk, carrying a piece of bread, scurries across the ground. Yes, as I look out, all nature is alive! Leaves so green, flowers so pretty in blossom everywhere; tells me we have a creator, who really cares. He not only cares for our physical being, and because of His love, He wants our soul to be free, and all His spiritual blessings seeing. Yes, He wants to set us free, from our bondage of sin; He sent Jesus, His only Son, and by His sacrifice, complete victory could be won.

The Stream There is a crooked stream, running quiet and still, just half a mile, over that hill. One day last fall, there was a big rain, that old stream was raging, a rage no man could tame. It roared and rushed, took houses and land, where ever it went, it obeyed no command. Sometimes our life, is like that stream, all peaceful and calm, then comes trials, that explode like a bomb. We have a place, where we can go, to our Heavenly Father, who by His loving hand, soothes and calms, that raging stream, with one command, it obeys His will, as He speaks, Peace be still. –Winston Staples– Share this: face book, twitter

Setting Sail: Life is like a voyage, sailing across the sea, setting our sails, to find breezes to set us free. as we set sail, we find the sailing may be rough, the waves roaring high, visibility mighty tough. We discover it is so hard, to be captain of our ship, when we have an enemy, seeking to make us slip. When our lives, like the ships, face tempest and despair, we need to seek a harbor, and find shelter there. In this voyage, we have a choice, who will captain our ship, Jesus, who wants to save us; Satan who wants us scuttle our ship. So dear soul, who will your captain be; Satan who keeps you in bondage, or Jesus who will set you free? ~Winston Staples

 I thank God for giving eyes to see and ears to hear and all the other senses we have to enjoy His creation. God uses all His creation to mold and shape us like the potter and the clay. He molds and shapes us into vessels of service. I wrote a poem about little vessels a few years ago that I want to share with you now. We are little vessels, created by God’s hand, put here a little while, to walk in this land. We are little vessels, broken and marred by sin, God knows our every weakness, He wants to mold us from within. We are little vessels, who need saved from sin, by submitting to God our potter, salvation will begin. We are little vessels, saved from sin and shame, Jesus gives us victory, because He lives again. We are little vessels, being molded by His Spirit, because of His love and grace, and not by our merit. We are little vessels, being shaped as He would have us be, perfect in His sight, when the face of Jesus we see. ~Winston Staples

MY GOD IS REAL   MY GOD IS REAL Some people go from day to day, not thinking about God. Others say there is no God, that He is not real. As I am sitting here writing this I am looking out my window viewing the beauty of nature around me and I wonder how any one could say, there is no God or He is not real. I see my God, in each flower, each tree, in each rain drop He sends my way. I see Him in each wave in the sea and hear His whisper in each gentle breeze. I hear His majesty in each song the song birds sing and I enjoy the blessing their melody brings. I know my God is real, when I see how lives are changed, when they give their life’s reins to Him. I know my God is real when He gives me joy in my times of stress. I know He is real when He gives me strength in times when I am weak and in pain and how He restores my soul when I pray. Yes dear friend, my God is real because I feel Him in my soul. Dear friend I trust that you will believe my God is real and feel the joy He can g...

A BECKONING! Come hither, come hither, young person, to where, the pine trees grow. Come hither, come hither, young person, where the babbling brook, so gently flows. Come hither, come hither, young person, come and see, the wildflowers, in the lane, where they  beautifully, beautifully grow. Come hither, come hither, young person, open the word, the wonderful word of God, it will guide you, as you travel this sod. ~ Winston Staples