Saturday, July 15, 2006

JOSHUA TIME 518

I was supposed to have went out with this girl last night. It did not happen so I had to go on to Manchester, Kentucky.
I feel bad because I did not get to go out last night but I understand things can and do happen. I have told a lot of people that I was going out. When dad asked what happened I said she got sick. Mom was worried I was being stood up.
I guess I should give her some space. I guess I have been a little pushy about going out and eatting just as friends and maybe watching a movie after we eat.
You know I kinda like this girl she is some one special.

It hurts that me and this girl never went out on Friday but I know when we do go out it will be special.

Can any one explain girls to me? I'm very confused.

NO GAMES,

JOSHUA

JOSHUA TIME 517

this is too good not to pass on...

Malachi 3:3 says: "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."

A woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.

As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.

The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says:"He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver."She asked the silversmith if it was true thathe had to sit there in front of the fire thewhole time the silver was being refined.

The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.
Then she asked the silversmith, "How do you know when the silver is fully refined?"He smiled at her and answered,"Oh, that's easy, when I see myself in it."

Today you are feeling the heat of the fire,remember that God has his eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.Pass this on right now. This very moment, someone needs to know that G od is watching over them.And, whatever they're going through,they'll be a better person in the end.Whatever you enshrine in your heart exists in eternity, as a pure note in the collective harmony. This is as good as it gets.

JOSHUA TIME 516

"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer" Romans 12:12

Friends > > > > Two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the > journey > they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. > The one > who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: > Today > My Best Friend Slapped Me In The Face. They kept on walking until they > found an > oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped > got > stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After > he > recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: Today My Best > Friend > Saved My Life. The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked > him, > "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, > why?" > The other friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in > sand > where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does > something > good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it" > > > > Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your benefits in stone. > They > say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate > them, a > day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. > > > > Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget. If you don't send it > to > anyone, it means you're in a hurry and t hat you've forgotten your friends. > Take > the time to live! Do not value the THINGS you have in your life. But > value WHO > you have in your life...'Nuff said... >

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

JOSHUA TIME 515

THE BURDEN> > "Why was my burden so heavy?" I slammed the bedroom door and leaned> against it. Is there no rest from this life? I wondered. I stumbled to> my bed and dropped onto it, pressing my pillow around my ears to shut> out the noise of my existence.> > "Oh God," I cried, "let me sleep. Let me sleep forever and never wake> up!"> > With a deep sob I tried to will myself into oblivion, then welcomed the> blackness that came over me.> > Light surrounded me as I regained consciousness. I focused on its> source: the figure of a man standing before a cross.> > "My child," the person asked, "why did you want to come to Me before I> am ready to call you?"> > "Lord, I'm sorry. It's just that... I can't go on. You see how hard it> is for me. Look at this awful burden on my back. I simply can't carry> it anymore."> > "But haven't I told you to cast all of your burdens upon Me, because I> care for you? My yoke is easy, and My burden is light."> > "I knew You would say that. But why does mine have to be so heavy?"> > "My child, everyone in the world has a burden. Perhaps you would like> to try a different one?"> > "I can do that?"> > He pointed to several burdens lying at His feet. "You may try any of> these."> > All of them seemed to be of equal size. But each was labeled with a> name.> > "Why there's Joan's!" I said. Joan was married to a wealthy> businessman. She lived in a sprawling estate and dressed her three> daughters in the prettiest designer clothes. Sometimes she drove me to> church in her Cadillac when my car was broken.> > "Let me try that one." How difficult could her burden be? I thought.> > The Lord removed my burden and placed Joan's on my shoulders. I sank to> my knees beneath its weight. "Take it off!" I said. "What makes it so> heavy?"> > "Look inside."> > I untied the straps and opened the top. Inside was a figure of her> Mother-in-law, and when I lifted it out, it began to speak.> > "Joan, you'll never be good enough for my son," it began. "He never> should have married you. You're a terrible mother to my> grandchildren..."> > I quickly placed the figure back in the pack and withdrew another. It> was Donna, Joan's youngest daughter. Her head was bandaged from the> surgery that had failed to resolve her epilepsy.> > A third figure was Joan's brother. Addicted to drugs, he had been> convicted of killing a police officer.> > "I see why her burden is so heavy, Lord. But she's always smiling and> helping others. I didn't realize..."> > "Would you like to try another?" He asked quietly.> > I tested several. Paula's felt heavy: She was raising four small boys> without a father. Debra's did too: a childhood of sexual abuse and a> marriage of emotional abuse. When I came to Ruth's burden, I didn't> even try. I knew that inside I would find arthritis, old age, a> demanding full-time job, and a beloved husband in a nursing home.> > "They're all too heavy, Lord." I said. "Give back my own."> > As I lifted the familiar load once again, It seemed much lighter than> the others.> > "Lets look inside." He said.> > I turned away, holding it close. "That's not a good idea," I said.> > "Why?"> > "There's a lot of junk in there."> > "Let Me see."> > The gentle thunder of His voice compelled me. I opened my burden.> > He pulled out a brick.> > "Tell me about this one."> > "Lord, You know. It's money. I know we don't suffer like people in> some countries or even the homeless here in America. But we have no> insurance, and when the kids get sick, we can't always take them to the> doctor. They've never been to a dentist. And I'm tired of dressing them> in hand-me-downs."> > "My child, I will supply all of your needs... and your children's. I've> given them healthy bodies. I will teach them that expensive clothing> doesn't make a person valuable in My sight."> > Then He lifted out the figure of a small boy. "And this?" He asked.> > "Andrew..." I hung my head, ashamed to call my son a burden. "But,> Lord, he's hyperactive. He's not quiet like the other two. He makes me> so tired. He's always getting hurt, and someone is bound to think I> abuse him. I yell at him all the time. Someday I may really hurt> him...."> > "My child," He said, "if you trust Me, I will renew your strength. If> you allow Me to fill you with My Spirit, I will give you patience."> > Then He took some pebbles from my burden.> > "Yes, Lord," I said with a sigh. "Those are small. But they're> important. I hate my hair. It's thin, and I can't make it look nice. I> can't afford to go to the beauty shop. I'm overweight and can't stay on> a diet. I hate all my clothes. I hate the way I look!"> > "My child, people look at your outward appearance, but I look at your> heart. By My Spirit you can gain self-control to lose weight. But your> beauty should not come from outward appearance. Instead, it should come> from your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit,> which is of great worth in My sight."> > My burden now seemed lighter than before.> > "I guess I can handle it now." I said.> > "There is more." He said. "Hand Me that last brick."> > "Oh, You don't have to take that. I can handle it."> > "My child, give it to Me." Again His voice compelled me. He reached> out His hand, and for the first time I saw the ugly wound.> > "But, Lord, this brick is so awful, so nasty, so.....Lord! What> happened to Your hands? They're so scarred!" No longer focused on my> burden, I looked for the first time into His face. In His brow were> ragged scars --as though someone had pressed thorns into His flesh.> > "Lord," I whispered. "What happened to You?"> > His loving eyes reached into my soul.> > "My child, you know. Hand Me the brick. It belongs to Me. I bought> it."> > "How?"> > "With My blood."> > "But why, Lord?"> > "Because I have loved you with an Everlasting Love. Give it to Me."> > I placed the filthy brick into His wounded palm. It contained all the> dirt and evil of my life: my pride, my selfishness, the depression that> constantly tormented me.> > He turned to the cross and hurled my brick into the pool of blood at> it's base. It hardly made a ripple.> > "Now, My child, you need to go back. I will be with you always. When> you are troubled, call to Me and I will help you and show you things you> cannot imagine now."> > "Yes, Lord, I will call on You."> > I reached to pick up my burden.> > "You may leave that here if you wish. You see all these burdens? They> are the ones that others have left at My feet. Joan's, Paula's,> Debra's, Ruth's..... When you leave your burden here, I carry it with> you. Remember, My yoke is easy and My burden is light."> > As I placed my burden with Him, the light began to fade. Yet I heard> Him whisper, "I will never leave you, nor forsake you."> > A peace flooded my soul

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

JOSHUA TIME 514

Post Office ~ This Is Important

"IN GOD WE TRUST"
WRITE IT ON THE BACK OF YOUR ENVELOPES I THINK THIS IS A GREAT IDEA. I WILL START WRITING THIS ON THE FRONT OF ALL MY ENVELOPES, TOO! You may have heard in the news that a couple of Post Offices in Texas have been forced to take down small posters that say
"IN GOD WE TRUST," The law, they say, is being violated. Anyway, I heard proposed on a radio station show, that we should all write "IN GOD WE 'TRUST" on the back of all our mail. After all, that is our national motto, and it's on all the money we use to buy those stamps. I think it is a wonderful idea. We must take back our nation from all the people who think that anything that offends them should be removed!!! If you like this idea, please pass it on and DO IT. The idea of writing or stamping "IN GOD WE TRUST" on our envelopes sounds good to me. I'M HAVING MY STAMP MADE TODAY! It has been reported that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore, I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a mess about having "In God We Trust" on our money and having God in the pledge of Allegiance. Could it be that WE just need to take action and tell the
14% to "sit down and shut up?"
If you agree, pass this on, if not, delete.

JOSHUA TIME 513

Who's your Daddy??
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A Tennessee Tale A Seminary professor was vacationing with his wife in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. One morning, they were eating breakfast in a little restaurant, hoping to enjoy a quiet, family meal. While they were waiting for their food, they noticed a distinguished looking, white haired man moving from table to table, visiting with the guests. The professor leaned over and whispered to his wife, "I hope he doesn't come over here." But, sure enough, the man did come over to their table. "Where are you folks from?" he asked in a friendly voice. "Oklahoma," they answered. "Great to have you here in Tennessee," the stranger said. "What do you do for a living?" "I teach at a seminary," he replied. "Oh, so you teach preachers how to preach, do you? Well, I've got a really good story for you." And with that, the gentleman pulled up a chair and sat down at the table with the couple. The professor groaned and thought to himself, "Great, just what I need--another preacher story! The man started, "See that mountain over there?" (pointing out a restaurant window). "Not far from the base of that mountain, there was a boy born to an unwed mother. He had a hard time growing up, because every place he went, he was always asked the same question. "Hey boy, who's your daddy?" Whether he was at school, in the grocery store or drug store, people would ask the same question. "Who's your daddy?" He would hide at recess and lunchtime from other students. He would avoid going into stories because that question hurt him so much. When he was about 12 years old, a new preacher came to his church. He would always go in late and slip out early to avoid hearing the question, "Who's your daddy ?" But one day, the new preacher said the benediction so fast, he got caught and had to walk out with the crowd. Just about the time he got to the back door the new preacher, not knowing anything about him, put his hand on his shoulder and asked him, "Son, who's your daddy?" The whole church got deathly quiet. He could feel every eye in the church looking at him. Now everyone would finally know the answer to the question, "Who's your daddy?" The new preacher, though, sensed the situation around him and using discernment that only the Holy Spirit could give, said the following to the scared little boy. "Wait a minute!" he said. "I know who you are. I see the family resemblance now. You are a child of God." With that, he patted the boy on his shoulder and said, "Boy, you've got a great inheritance. Go and claim it." With that, the boy smiled for the first time in a long time and walked out the door a changed person. He was never the same again. Whenever anybody asked him, "Who's your Daddy?" he'd just tell them, "I'm a child of God." The distinguished gentleman got up from the table and said, "Isn't that a great story?" The professor responded that it really was a great story! As the man turned to leave, he said, "You know, if that new preacher hadn't told me that I was one of God's children, I probably would never have amounted to anything!" And he walked away. The seminary professor and his wife were stunned. He called the waitress over and asked her, "Do you know that man who just left that was sitting at our table?" The waitress grinned and said, "Of course. Everybody here knows him. That's Ben Hooper. He's the former governor of Tennessee!" Someone in your life today needs a reminder that they are one of God's children. "The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the Word of God stands forever." Isaiah 40:8 YOU'RE ONE OF GOD'S CHILDREN. I SEE THE RESEMBLANCE. HAVE A GREAT DAY!!! The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart." (1 Samuel 16:7b)

JOSHUA TIME 512

To believe... is to know that every day is a new beginning.It is to trust that miracles happen,And dreams really do come true.
To believe... is to see Angels dancing among the clouds,To know the wonder of a stardust sky,And the wisdom of the man in the moon.
To believe... is to know the value of a nurturing heart,The innocence of a child's eyes and the beauty of an aging hand,For it is through their teachings we learn to love.
To believe... is to find the strengthAnd courage that lies within us.When it is time to pick up the pieces and begin again.
To believe... is to know we are not alone,That life is a gift and this is our time to cherish it.
To believe... is to know that wonderful surprisesAre just waiting to happen,And all our hopes and dreams are within reach.If only we believe.Author Unknown
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