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If If the sun were always shining And the skies were always blue, And the flowers always blooming And the trees a bright green hue; If the mourn were always cheerful And the nights were all clear and bright, And the birds were always singing Never needing to take flight; We would soon grow tired and weary And oft complain and sigh, For we'd miss the lovely rainbow That God put in the sky. Yes, we'd miss the rain and shadow And fleecy clouds of white, We'd miss the stars and moonlight And winters chilling bite. Then we'd never know the rapture Of the first snow of the year, Nor the shout of happy youngsters Yelling," Whoopee! winters here." If we could have all our wishes Come true at our command, Soon we'd want to change things back To the way that God has planned. -- Mrs. Ross Jamison--

As I lie here, looking out my widow, the snow swirling off my roof being driven by the cold wind. In the trees out back, I see the  black capped Chickadees gathering around the feeder enjoying the seeds I placed there. Oh, how wonderful, to watch the creations of God, bringing peace and comfort to me at this moment. God gave His creation  for us to enjoy and give comfort to our weary souls. God  gave us His only Son as a gift to redeem us from sin with it's death and shame, that great gift is everlasting and Jesus is His name!

As I lie here, unable to sleep, I think of many things, and not counting sheep. It amazes me, what comes into my mind, and to others it does not matter, but tonight, I thought about ladders. About man over the years, have used them to gain heights, like those of Babel, reaching up, trying to reach God, and those ladders firemen use, lives and buildings to save. Man and his inventions, reach almost everywhere, on this old sod, but his ladders can not reach Heaven, and the presence of God. God provided a ladder, one that came down, so we could go up. That ladder was Jesus, God's only Son. He came to us, as a little humble babe,  and after 33 years, He gave up His life, baring our sins, and through Him, we can climb to Heaven, because we are saved.

Tea for you, Tea for me, Tea is good. Do you agree? T is for thoughts, E is for emotions, A is for actions, T and E produce. We need to renew our mind, By God's Holy Word, Then our actions, Will be loving and  kind. Then to others, We will be living the Word. So let us live God's way, That leads us to good, And not the way, Others say we should.

wint'swords: Thankful : It was two weeks before Thanksgiving, The air was crisp and clear, The leaves were all gone, No lovely multi-colors, O! I miss their bea...

It was two weeks before Thanksgiving, The air was crisp and clear, The leaves were all gone, No lovely multi-colors, O! I miss their beauty, I wish they were still here. I took another look, Out this big window of mine, And now I say thank you, For all the beauty, I still find. Multi-colored gray trees, Evergreens growing between, Make an awesome picture, Awesome beauty, That is now seen. Thank you Heavenly Father, For creating all these things, But most of all for your Son, And the Salvation He brings!

wint'swords: Gospel - Jim Reeves - Whispering Hope

wint'swords: Favorite Quotes : Favorite quotes “Prayer is an end to isolation. It is living our daily life with someone; with Him who alone can deliver us from solitude....

Favorite quotes “Prayer is an end to isolation. It is living our daily life with someone; with Him who alone can deliver us from solitude.” Georges Lefevre “By prayer we couple the powers of heaven to our helplessness, the powers which can capture strong holds and make the impossibile possibile.” O. Hallesby ” The right way to pray, then, is any way that allows us to communicate with God.” Colleen Townsend Evans ” The less I pray, the harder it gets; the more I pray, the better it gets.” Martin Luther ” The great thing in prayer is to feel that we are putting our supplications into the bosom of omnipotent love.” Andrew Murray I trust you will enjoy these favorite quotes.

I decided to take a walk, and see if a partridge, I could spot; I grabbed the old twenty gauge, and a hand full of bird shot. I walked slowly, You might say I crept, there was a crash, and a bounce, and a flash, I almost got run over, by a large doe. There was a blow, another deer ran, and I wished, that I had my camera in my hand. I looked above, as I heard the sound, of 100 wild geese call, O, how I love, the sights and sounds of fall. ---Winston Staples---

It's time to read our Bibles, and it's time to pray and sing His praises and lift our hands high each day. It's time to say thank you, for all His blessings, in the good times, and when we cry, it's time to sing His praises and lift our hands high. It's time to be humble, and bow our knees in prayer, and say thank you for always being there.

wint'swords: Running Life's Race : Life is like a marathon, run in years, instead of miles, some days bring heart ache, some days bring smiles. Some days are filled with ...

Life is like a marathon, run in years, instead of miles, some days bring heart ache, some days bring smiles. Some days are filled with sunshine, while others are filled with rain, some days the body is spry, while other days it is racked in pain. Each day is a challenge, and a race to run, from day break, to the setting of the sun. In our spiritual life, a daily race, is to be run, either following Satan, or God's only Son. Satan races us toward destruction, and Jesus races us  toward Heaven, where He is the light for everyone. So let us, run with Jesus, over life's rocky track, looking toward the finish line, and never looking back. When life's race is over, and Heaven is our prize, in a land with no sorrows, and unclouded skies.

The last of September is here, and hunting season is near; Yes, fall has returned. The maple leaves are turning color, their reds, orange and yellows, and the sky is a pretty blue; Yes, fall has returned to me and you! The days are not quite as long, and I don't hear much of the robins song, but I hear the wild goose call, and I know, it is the return of fall.

wint'swords: We like Sheep : While driving in the country, we passed a large field filled with fluffy white sheep a lot of them were covered in dirt from where they made...

While driving in the country, we passed a large field filled with fluffy white sheep a lot of them were covered in dirt from where they made contact with the muddy ground. Then this verse from Isaiah 53 popped into my mind." 6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all."  We were born into a dirty sin filled pasture as dirty little sheep with no way of our own of getting out. God so loved we little sheep that He sent a spotless lamb, the Lamb of God to clean us up and set us free!

wint'swords: John Denver Rhymes and Reasons

wint'swords: The Old Woods Road : When I was a lad, only half grown, my dad would take me fishing, out that old woods road. How I loved our fellowship, and my dad's smil...

wint'swords: The Return : Today, I returned, to the place, the place, where the red pine trees grow, to hear the cry of the Blue Jay, and the cawing of the crow....

Today, I returned, to the place, the place, where the red pine trees grow, to hear the cry of the Blue Jay, and the cawing of the crow. There were many ducks, swimming to and fro, in that old beaver dam, where the red pine trees grow. There was a Great  Blue Heron, sitting on an old pine limb, and I waited patiently, to see those beaver swim. Oh, what a beautiful day, to go to that place, the place, where the red pine trees grow. --Winston Staples--

wint'swords: More About Jesus : More About Jesus Heb.7: 26For such an high priest became us, who is holy,...

                              More About Jesus                                Heb.7:   26For such an high priest became us, who is holy, harmless, undefiled, separate from sinners, and made higher than the heavens;                                                                                                                      ...

wint'swords: The Hunt : THE HUNT It’s late October, the big bucks are on the run; they have the scent of doe, the rut has begun. It’s very early in the morn...

THE HUNT It’s late October, the big bucks are on the run; they have the scent of doe, the rut has begun. It’s very early in the morn, the frost still lies heavy on the corn. My heart is quickly beating, the bow season has finally come; I have packed all my gear, my planning complete, now I carefully walk to my tree stand and take my seat. I have did all I can to cover my scent, now to patiently wait until my bow can be bent. Our hunt for this worthy prize, happens once a year, we are also a foe, who are daily stalked and hunted, like that trophy white tailed deer. While walking down life’s trail, our adversary, the devil lies in wait, he uses every deception, every lie, to keep us from entering God’s Heavenly gate. Dear friend, let us give God our lives, so His armor we can safely wear; and by His Spirit, help us detect Satan’s snare, and when Satan shoots those fiery darts, we will have God’s word to protect our minds, souls and hearts. ——...

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wint'swords: Morning Breaks : When morning breaks, it is my quiet time, when morning breaks, it is my Bible reading time, when morning breaks, it is my praying time,...

When morning breaks, it is my quiet time, when morning breaks, it is my Bible reading time, when morning breaks, it is my praying time, when morning breaks, it is my quiet time. When morning breaks, make it your quiet time, when morning breaks, make it your Bible reading time, when morning breaks, make it your praying time, when morning breaks, make it your quiet time. When morning breaks, it is my quiet time!

A few years ago, while going into my shop, I saw a bumble bee caught in a large spider web. It was still alive, struggling hard to escape. No matter how hard it tried, it was an impossible task, it needed help from outside the web.I took my glove covered hand, and freed that helpless bee from it's terrible fate. This reminds me, of how we were caught in sin's terrible web and there was no way to escape, and because of God's love and grace, sent Jesus to set us free from our terrible fate.

Psalm 103   1 Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.   2 Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:   3 Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;   4 Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;   5 Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.   6 The LORD executeth righteousness and judgment for all that are oppressed.   7 He made known his ways unto Moses, his acts unto the children of Israel.   8 The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy.   9 He will not always chide: neither will he keep his anger for ever.   10 He hath not dealt with us after our sins; nor rewarded us according to our iniquities.   11 For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him.   12 As far as...

"The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes."    -- William James ---

wint'swords: Bridges : Bridges were designed, to cross a divide, some may be narrow, others may be wide. Some bridges may be concrete, other...

wint'swords: Strolling Along : Today as I walked the dog, Or you might say, The dog walked me. The fog was just being burnt away, By a beautiful golden sun, O w...

 Today as I walked the dog,  Or you might say,  The dog walked me.  The fog was just being burnt away,  By a beautiful golden sun,  O what a beautiful day.  We strolled along,  Not moving very fast,  As I glanced toward the ditch,  I spied a dead sparrow,  Lying in the grass.  My mind remembered,  That great hymn,  His eye is on the sparrow,  And I know He is watching me.

As I walked the dog today, I was amazed at the things, I saw along the way. The beautiful wild flowers in bloom, and the hummingbirds, as they zoomed, and the baby blue sky, with floating white clouds, made me want to shout, in a voice so loud, O what a beautiful morning, O what a beautiful day! --- Winston Staples---

Did you think of us this morning As you breathed a word of prayer? Did you ask for strength to help us All our heavy burdens bear? Did you speak of faith and courage For the trials we must meet, Did you ask God might keep us As you bowed at Jesus' feet? Someone prayed, and strength was given For the long and weary road. Someone prayed and faith grew stronger As we bent beneath our load. Someone prayed-- the way grew brighter As we walked all unafraid. In our heart a song of gladness-- Tell us: Was it you who prayed? ---Author unknown ---

Doors are made, to go through, in or out, it's up to you. Doors are of many types, that we must face in life, some bring us happiness, while others bring strife. Some doors are meant, for us to open, while others are better left shut, some lead to green pastures, while others lead us into deep ruts.  There are two doors to eternity, that may be opened by death, one leads to eternal torment, the other to heavenly rest. Doors of destruction, may  be selfishness and pride. Jesus is the door to Heaven, and He will welcome you, with His arms open wide. --Winston Staples--

wint'swords: 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 ol..."

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--

When I was a lad, only half grown, my dad would take me fishing, out that old woods road. How I loved our fellowship, and my dad's smile, as we stopped to rest, after we walked, what seemed two miles. We sat and rested, listened to the birds sing; with the sun beaming down, and a gentle breeze, blowing through the pines, O what a beautiful sound. Now these old bones, are seventy years old, and the bushes have over grown, and it is hard to find, that old woods road; But that old woods road is there,  as long as I can think,  and rem-anise of a stream, where I fished,  and had a cool drink.

Author unknown. Forever I learn as the years roll forward And leave the past behind, That much I have counted sorrow But proves our God is kind; That many a flower I longed for Had a hidden thorn of pain, And many a rugged by-path Led to fields of grain.

“ The best way to waste your life, ... is by taking notes. The easiest way to avoid living is to just watch. Look for the details. Report. Don't participate. ”   Chuck Palahniuk quotes

"“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” Oneway C.S. Lewis quotes"

Isaiah 49:13 - Passage Lookup - King James Version - BibleGateway.com : "Isaiah 49:13 King James Version (KJV) 13Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O mountains: for the LORD hath comforted his people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted."

 Psalm 119:102-105---102 I have not departed from thy judgments: for thou hast taught me.   103 How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!   104 Through thy precepts I get understanding: therefore I hate every false way.   105 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.  Psalm 119:162, 163-- I rejoice at thy word, as one that findeth great spoil.   163 I hate and abhor lying: but thy law do I love.

I'd like to be the sort of friend, You folk have been to me. I'd like to be the help to you, That you were glad to be. I'd like to mean the much to souls, Each moment of the day And do the things that you have done, As you walk God's own way. I'd like to do bigger things, The splendid things for you, To brush the gray from out your skies And have there only blue. I'd like to say the kindly things, That I so oft have heard, And feel that I could bless you good The way my hearts been stirred. I'd like to give you folk the joy That you have given me, By praying and instructing one Unworthy though I be. And could I have a wish this year, This only would it be I' like to be the sort of friend That you have been to me.  

Worship Today I went to worship, on the old woods road, and to enjoy His creation, it’s beauty to behold. As I drove slowly, on my old A.T.V., what wonders of beauty, my wandering eyes did see. The evergreens, their forty shades of green, the black birds and lady slippers, beside that old beaver pond, made my eyes wander, to the hills and beyond. Then my mind thought, of the words, in Psalms 121; Look unto the hills, where thy help comes from. – Winston Staples –

wint'swords: Thankful : "It is a beautiful morning, the sun peaks through a cloud, to be a part of God's creation, almost makes one proud. I will look to Him and..."

It is a beautiful morning, the sun peaks through a cloud, to be a part of God's creation, almost makes one proud. I will look to Him and say thank you, and bow on humble knees, that He made all these things, for us to see, and that He Loved us, and sent His only Son, from sin to set us free! -- Winston Staples --

 It is 7:30 AM, I am gazing through my window pane,  it is cloudy and looks like it will rain.  Everything is so beautiful, lush and green,  the lawn is sprinkled with yellow flowers,  oh, what a beautiful scene.  There are two bald eagles,  flying and then gliding so gracefully high;  my soul absorbs all this view,  and releases a thankful and joyful sigh.   -- Winston Staples --

Somewhere along this Christian road of life, I got to using days for just my chores; You know, the little odds and ends we do, Like laundry, ironing, sewing. cleaning drawers. I sang my song with lilting quality, Hardly giving anything a care, For I just knew that I had some need, When I got home, my loved one would be there. God took that one. And in my lonely heart, He poured His special peace, His tender love; I cannot doubt that God has drawn me near To trust Him more until I'm drawn above. God's mercy grows. My life has known new gain; My song is now another melody; I trusted Him, I now rejoice in Him; I'm in His keeping---and shall ever be! --- Arva Morris---

Nature gave men two ends - one to sit on and one to think with.  Ever since then man's success or failure has been dependent on the one he used most.  ~George R. Kirkpatrick Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak.  Sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.  ~Author Unknown Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.  ~Robert Frost

Psalm 149 Praise to God for His Salvation and Judgment   1 Praise the LORD!                   Sing to the LORD a new song,           And His praise in the assembly of saints.            2 Let Israel rejoice in their Maker;          Let the children of Zion be joyful in their King.   3 Let them praise His name with the dance;          Let them sing praises to Him with the timbrel and harp.   4 For the LORD takes pleasure in His people;          He will beautify the humble with salvation.            5 Let the saints be joyful in glory;          Let them sing alou...

wint'swords: Oh Bear : " Oh, bear where do you roam? into my garbage, when I am not home! Oh, bear where do you roam? down in the valley, to close t..."

  Oh, bear where do you roam?   into my garbage,   when I am not home!   Oh, bear where do you roam?   down in the valley,   to close to my home!   Oh, bear where do you roam?   stay out of my garbage,   and away from my home!   -- Winston Staples--

 Blessings from above            Sunshine, sunshine beaming down, warming the seeds, planted in the ground. Rain drops, rain drops bouncing on the road, bringing much needed moisture, to the seeds that are sowed. Moon beams, moon beams giving soft light, to show us natures beauty at night. Stars, stars twinkling far above, reminds me of diamonds, a symbol of love. God's Son sent from above, bringing grace and love; giving us salvation from sin, if we open our hearts and invite Him to come in. 

Psalm 139   1 O lord, thou hast searched me, and known me.   2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.   3 Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.   4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.   5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.   6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.   7 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?   8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.   9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;   10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.   11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.   12 Yea, the darkness hi...

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There is a goal before me set, Which I have not attained as yet--- But by His grace I trust to reach And live the life His word does teach.     Henceforth, I will press on. How shall His will be fully known Except through His dear Word alone? I'll read, and read, and read again Until the Spirit makes it plain---     I must---I will press on. " Set heart and mind on things above," Is written in His Word of love. Lord, make it true in every realm, Be Thou the captain at the helm.     I will!---- I will press on!                      --- R. J. Molzahn

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There is a word, of grief the sounding token; There is a word bejeweled with bright tears, The saddest word fond lips have ever spoken; A little word that breaks the chain of years; Its utterance must ever bring emotion, The memories it crystals cannot die, " Tis known in every land, on every ocean--- " Tis called " Good- bye."

   Bridges were designed,    to cross a divide,    some may be narrow,    others may be wide.    Some bridges may be concrete,    others steel or wood,    some lead to heartache,    while others lead to good.    Some cross valleys,    others cross rivers and streams.    Other bridges lead to trouble,    other my lead us to fulfill our dreams.    Man made bridges cross many divides,    except the gap called sin,    only the cross of Jesus,    this gulf can span,    and give salvation for sinful man.

Painful Steps Each painful step up Calvary's hill, He took His Father's will to fulfill. Each painful step was for you and me, providing us a way to walk into eternity. Each painful step, each painful blow, He endured for you and me, His everlasting love to show. Each drop of blood He freely gave, to bare our sin, and our souls to save. The painful spear that pierced His side, He willfully endured, so with Him we could abide. Yes, dear soul, God's only Son,                                                                            through those painful steps victory was won. Jesus endured all this agony...