John 3:16

To Know Your Heart by Brent D Anderson (Sung by Gospel Tabernacle Choir)

My Prayer for my life this year is that I can bring KIDS to know Jesus as their Savior!

The end! I know the end of my life's story!

“Lord, make me to know my end,

And what is the measure of my days,

That I may know how frail I am." Psalm 39.4

Considering the certainty of death can provide a dynamic approach to life. 

I am only a vapor... 

"Happy is he that always hath the hour of his death before his eyes and daily prepareth himself to die." Thomas Kempis (1379-1471)

As, we place our hope in God, the brevity of our life on earth is worth considering - every day! Search daily for the complete satisfaction and joy of loving God and taking His love - bringing Him glory and making him the friend of your life - that will result in the best possible life here in earth while we wait for the best that is yet to come!!

Click here to know my end: THIS IS MY END 

Though... I will be joyful in God my Savior!

"Though the fig-tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior" 

Habakkuk 3.17,18

"Many a blessing has been lost by christians not believing it to be a blessing, because it did not come in the particular shape which they had conceived to be proper and right."-C. H. Spurgeon

Come What May - new movie!!!!

Teachers

THE HAND

Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment -- to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.
Most of the class might be considered economically disadvantaged, but still many would celebrate the holiday with turkey and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subjects of most of her student's art. And they were.
But Douglas made a different kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind of boy. He was the teacher's true child of misery, frail and unhappy. As other children played at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could only guess at the pain Douglas felt behind those sad eyes.
Yes, his picture was different. When asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else. Just an empty hand.
His abstract image captured the imagination of his peers. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raise turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went -- until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.
When the children had gone on to other assignments, she paused at Douglas' desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was.
The little boy looked away and murmured, "It's yours, teacher."
He recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, "Take my hand, Douglas, we'll go outside." Or, "Let me show you how to hold your pencil." Or, "Let's do this together." Douglas was most thankful for his teacher's hand.
Brushing aside a tear, she hugged Douglas and went on with her work.
The story speaks of more than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and how much it means to the Douglases of the world. They might not always say thanks. But they'll remember the hand that reaches out.
--author unknown