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Greetings

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Christian greetings dear friends. Hopefully I can administer, in a gentle way, a reminder to all who are in need of reassurance, that you are not alone. There isn't any burden too heavy or any sorrow too devastating that cannot be softened by our Heavenly Father's  grace. Just talk to Him in prayer and let Him help you sail the unpredictable sea of life.

 

My Church

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I was baptised into the Lutheran faith when I was a few weeks old. I confirmed and restated  the covenant that God made with me in Baptism, when I was fourteen. I believe in the teachings of Martin Luther and the Lutheran Church. These are stated in the Ten Commandments, the Lord's Prayer and the three creeds - Nicene, Apostles', and Athanasian - and three short phrases...Grace alone, Faith alone, and Scripture alone. I couldn't imagine my life without a Christian church to support me. In spite of human frailties she has brought untold blessings to me, my children and grand-children. The church has made the community  and country a better place in which to establish a home. I would not want to live or die in a land where no church spires point it's people heavenward.

I am a member of Immanuel Lutheran Church, Buderim. Every second Sunday I join my husband Fred, at the Mooloolaba Uniting Church. This arrangement allows us to worship together and has worked well for us over the years.

 

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HANDY LITTLE CHART - GOD HAS A POSITIVE ANSWER:

 

You say:  'It's impossible'  

God says:   All things are possible  

(Luke 18:27)  

You say:  'I'm too tired'  

God says:  I will give you rest  

(Matthew 11:28-30)

You say:  'Nobody really loves me'  

God says:  I love you  

(John 3:1   6 & John 3:34 )  

You say:  'I can't go on'  

God says:  My grace is sufficient

(II Corinthians 12:9 & Psalm 91:15)  

You say:  'I can't figure things out'  

God says:  I will direct your steps  

(Proverbs 3:5-   6)  

You say:  'I can't do it'  

God says:  You can do all things  

(Philippians 4:13)

You say:  'I'm not able'  

God says:  I am able  

(II Corinthians 9:8)  

You say: 'It's not worth it'

God says:  It will be worth it  

(Roman 8:28 )  

You say:  'I can't forgive myself'  

God says:  I Forgive you  

(I John 1:9 & Romans 8:1)  

You say:  'I can't manage'  

God says:  I will supply all your needs  

(Philippians 4:19)  

You say:  'I'm afraid'  

God says:  I have not given you a spirit of fear  

(II Timothy 1:7)  

You say:  'I'm always worried and frustrated'  

God says:  Cast all your cares on ME  

(I Peter 5:7)  

You say:  'I'm not smart enough'  

God says:  I give you wisdom  

(I Corinthians 1:30)

You say:  'I feel all alone'  

God says:  I will never leave you or forsake you  

(Hebrews 13:5)  

 

 

BE HAPPY!

 

This 102 year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably coifed and face shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.  After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.

As he manoeuvred his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.

"I love it," he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

"Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait."

"That doesn't have anything to do with it," he replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it.  "It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away.  Just for this time in my life. Old age is like a bank account.  You withdraw from what you've put in.

So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. Thank you for your part in filling my memory bank. I am still depositing.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.

2. Free your mind from worries.

3. Live simply.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less.    [ Author Unknown]

 

If I died right now...

would I go to Heaven?

You may say I am thinking too highly of myself when I answer... "YES!"

But the wonderful news is that God has given me a great gift of love and forgiveness and with no cost to me. It's available to any of us who will reach out and receive it.

Just invite Jesus Christ to be your Lord and Savoir. God made a way.  He loved us enough that He gave His only Son, who died for us while we were still in our sin, and all we have to do is acknowledge our need for Him.    We need to step down off the pedestal of decision making in our lives and say, "Jesus, You take up residence in me.  Teach me Your ways.  Show me how to live a life that's significant for you."

Jesus says in John 10:9... "I am the door, if anyone enters by me, they will be saved. 

The Teacup

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There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery, especially teacups. This was their 25th wedding anniversary.

One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful."

As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke. "You don't understand I have not always been a teacup. "There was a time when I was red and I was clay. My Master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "Let me alone, but he only smiled and said, "Not yet".

Then I was placed on a spinning wheel, the teacup said, and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy! I screamed but the Master only nodded and said, "Not yet".

Then he put me in an oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips, as He shook His head, "Not yet".

Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf and I began to cool. "There, that's better", I said. And He brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. "Stop it, stop it" I cried. He only nodded, "Not yet."

Then suddenly put me back in the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded, I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head, saying "Not yet".

Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, "Look at yourself", and I did.

I said, "That's not me. That couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful".

I want you to remember then, he said, "I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone you'd have dried up".

"I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel but if I had stopped you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put there, you would have cracked.

I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and pained you all over, but if I hadn't done that you never would have hardened. You would not have had any colour in your life.

And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you.

MORAL: God knows what he is doing (for all of us). He is the Potter and we are his clay. He will mould us and make us so that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfil His good, pleasing and perfect will. [Author Unknown]

 

I am God's melody of life and He sings His song through me.

 

 

 

A Perfect Grandparent:
Loves them,
Spoils them...
then sends them
HOME.

 

Lutherans For Life

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Abortion: What have we become when  a most dangerous place for a child, is in a mother's womb. 

How sad...when God our Heavenly Father creates so wonderfully and has given us a precious soul.

 

In the Bible we read...

"You created every part of me; You put me together in my mother’s womb  You saw me before I was born. The days allotted to me had all been recorded in your book, before any of them had ever began. (Psalm 139:13, 16). "Your hands formed and shaped me . . . You formed my body with bones and sinews and covered the bones with muscles and skin. You gave me life" (Job 10:8–12).

 

Let's Be Happy!

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I feel a Christian has been stereotyped, as a rigorous person who walks around with a bible under their arm. Well... that may be so, but if we are to be advertisements for God's Children, let's have a spring in our step and a smile on our face.

God has given me a sense of humour so I can laugh at myself...and see the funny side of life. Certainly, there are times when the heart is heavy. But even then, an optimistic bright personality is of more comfort then a worried, lost look. Christianity offers Life - Jesus calls it Abundant Life... Eternal Life. Let's make it an exciting and joyful journey.

Sing to the Lord, all the world!

Worship the Lord with joy:

Come before Him with happy songs!  [Psalm 100:1-2] 

 

When You Worry

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When you worry about money, you're telling Him that He is unable to provide for His children.  That although He has riches beyond belief in Heaven, He is too stingy to share them with you.

When you worry that no one understands you, you're telling Him that although He has been with you since before you were formed in the womb and has carved you into the palm of His hand, He doesn't know you.

When you worry that you will not have enough food, you're telling Him that although He rained down bread from Heaven in the desert to feed His children, you are the one He's forgotten.

When you worry that your enemies will have victory over you, you're telling God that, although He has given you spiritual battle gear to defend yourself, that despite His track record of being a giant slayer, Red Sea divider, lion mouth closer and a furnace cooler, He can't handle your co-worker, your neighbour, or a former friend.

When you worry that you won't be able to do enough to earn forgiveness, you're telling Him that's okay Lord, no need for Your Son to die, I can earn my own forgiveness.  Let's just act like Jesus never died, tell Him never mind He doesn't need to go to the cross.

When you worry that no one will love you, that you'll be lonely for the rest of your life, you're telling Him that His love is insufficient.  That He couldn't possibly love you enough to ward away loneliness.  You're saying that although He has promised life more abundantly, He was lying.  That despite the fact that He started off saying that it is not good that we be alone, He's changed His mind.

When you worry and refuse to give the problem over to Him, you're telling Him that, although He could create the world, He can't handle what's going on in your world, so you will.  You are saying that He won't work things out, that obstacles cannot be overcome, that mountains can't be climbed, that healing cannot occur, that what is lost will not be found, that joy does not come in the morning, that He is not the God of a second chance, that the Promised Land has been swallowed up by the desert, that you have discovered the height, depth and width of His love and found it to fall short of your needs.

Think about all what you're saying to the one who loves you the most and who has all power, really think about it.  Then open your hands and release what you've been holding onto.  Bow down on your knees and ask Him to forgive you for doubting Him.  Walk away with a peaceful heart and note the footsteps that go before you to make the crooked places straight, a way in the wilderness and water spring forth in the desert.

"Do not fear, for I am with you; do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." Isaiah 41:10

[Author unknown]

 

Q. What did Noah say to his family, when they were fishing from the ark?

A. Go easy on the bait guys, I only have two worms. 

 

"The Meanest Mother"

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Written by Bobbie Pingaro    1967

I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also.
But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.
My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.
We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?
The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labour law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.
She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.
By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I'd had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.

Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colours on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.
As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.
My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did.
She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean.
Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.

[This is the original article written by Bobbie Pingaro in 1967. I want to express my thanks to Bobby, for allowing me to place it on my website]

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Best Joke!

A young woman brings home her fiance to meet her parents. After dinner, her mother tells her father to find out about the young man. The father invites the fiance to his study for a chat. "So what are your plans?" the father asks the young man. "I am a Bible college student." he replies. "A Bible college student. Hmmm," the father says. "admirable, but what will you do to provide a nice house for my daughter to live in, as she's accustomed to?" "I will study," the young man replies, "and God will provide for us." "And how will you buy her a beautiful engagement ring, such as she deserves?" asks the father. "I will concentrate on my studies," the young man replies, "God will provide for us." "And children?" asks the father. "How will you support children?" "Don't worry, sir, God will provide," replies the fiance. The conversation proceeds like this, and each time the father questions, the young idealist insists that God will provide.

Later, the mother asks, "How did it go, Honey?" The father answers, "He has no job and no plans, but the good news is he thinks that I'm God.

 

 

THE TROUBLE TREE

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I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job... [a flat tyre made him loose an hour of work, and his electric drill quit] his ancient one ton truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arrival he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked towards the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the front door he under an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss. Afterwards he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked about what I had seen him do earlier. "Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied "I know I can't help having problems on the job, but one things for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and children. So I just hang them on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again. Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."  [Author Unknown]

 

I never said it would be easy....I only said it would be worth it.

 

After a church service, a little boy told his pastor that when he grew up he would give his Pastor some money. The Pastor thanked him and then asked him "But why?". The little boy replied, "Because daddy says your one of the poorest preachers we've ever heard.

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If you can't sleep, don't count sheep.

 Talk to the Shepherd.

 

 

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