Nice & Wavy
Well-Known Member
To the ladies of the Christianity Forum and those who don't participate here but just lurk, here is something for you to ponder upon and be reminded that:
Being in the CF is a blessing and we all can be a blessing to others when we lift up each other and not allow satan to come in with drama towards each other. I appreciate and love you and I pray that you receive this thread with love!
Love you with the love of the Lord,
N&W
There once was a little girl...with a battered heart.
She was told by the first love of her life...that she was unwanted.
Her Daddy's silence made her cry. His words made her broken.
Then one day she was given an old typewriter...and when she placed her fingers on the dusty keys, her heart settled.
Words came from her fingertips that her lips couldn't produce.
Her poems cryptically told of hidden abuse. Tears often smeared her little girl masterpieces.
Years passed... her fingers stilled, her heart grew cold, her lips cursed God.
But there were other people busy at their keyboards... pouring out inspired messages. Thank you, Shimmie!
Messages that would one day reach her - in deep places - places long ago hidden away. Messages that told her she didn't have to be a child of a broken parent. She could be a child of God. She was wanted.
She is me.
Jesus used theirkey strokes to produce words, messages, books, and Bible studies -- their words unlocked me, released me, held me, exposed me, and helped put me together again.
And then my fingers found their way back... and dared to strike a key or two or ten thousand. Letters became words. Words became chapters. Chapters became books. And somehow others were unlocked, held, exposed and helped.
Every one of us has words inside that were never meant to just rumble about, hidden away. They are meant to be shared. Given. Released. Spoken. Written.
But somehow, Satan has deceived us by making us think we are not good enough, smart enough, educated enough, or eloquent enough to be able to share the reality of what Jesus has done in our lives. In Matthew chapter 5, Jesus calls us the salt of the earth and the light of the world. He goes on to instruct us to let our light shine.
But we don't have to do it in our strength. For right at the point we dare to say, "There's no way," Jesus steps in and calls Himself--- "The Way."
And your story is the best thing you have to share "the Way" with the world.
Dear Lord, thank you for weaving a story of redemption throughout my life. Give me the honesty to live it in such a way that honors you and the courage to share it in such a way that blesses others. Today, as you scan the earth looking to strengthen hearts fully committed to you, I raise my hand high and say, "choose me, I am willing." In Jesus' Name, Amen.
Being in the CF is a blessing and we all can be a blessing to others when we lift up each other and not allow satan to come in with drama towards each other. I appreciate and love you and I pray that you receive this thread with love!
Love you with the love of the Lord,
N&W
"I am the way and the truth and the life..."John 14:6 (NIV)
There once was a little girl...with a battered heart.
She was told by the first love of her life...that she was unwanted.
Her Daddy's silence made her cry. His words made her broken.
Then one day she was given an old typewriter...and when she placed her fingers on the dusty keys, her heart settled.
Words came from her fingertips that her lips couldn't produce.
Her poems cryptically told of hidden abuse. Tears often smeared her little girl masterpieces.
Years passed... her fingers stilled, her heart grew cold, her lips cursed God.
But there were other people busy at their keyboards... pouring out inspired messages. Thank you, Shimmie!
Messages that would one day reach her - in deep places - places long ago hidden away. Messages that told her she didn't have to be a child of a broken parent. She could be a child of God. She was wanted.
She is me.
Jesus used theirkey strokes to produce words, messages, books, and Bible studies -- their words unlocked me, released me, held me, exposed me, and helped put me together again.
And then my fingers found their way back... and dared to strike a key or two or ten thousand. Letters became words. Words became chapters. Chapters became books. And somehow others were unlocked, held, exposed and helped.
Every one of us has words inside that were never meant to just rumble about, hidden away. They are meant to be shared. Given. Released. Spoken. Written.
But somehow, Satan has deceived us by making us think we are not good enough, smart enough, educated enough, or eloquent enough to be able to share the reality of what Jesus has done in our lives. In Matthew chapter 5, Jesus calls us the salt of the earth and the light of the world. He goes on to instruct us to let our light shine.
But we don't have to do it in our strength. For right at the point we dare to say, "There's no way," Jesus steps in and calls Himself--- "The Way."
And your story is the best thing you have to share "the Way" with the world.
Dear Lord, thank you for weaving a story of redemption throughout my life. Give me the honesty to live it in such a way that honors you and the courage to share it in such a way that blesses others. Today, as you scan the earth looking to strengthen hearts fully committed to you, I raise my hand high and say, "choose me, I am willing." In Jesus' Name, Amen.
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. That was so beautiful and what you've said is absolutely true. I am a very quiet person I don't talk a lot here on the forum or in my everyday life. I'm just not a yapper
erplexed never have been, but I love those who are because I like to listen. I'm not the friend, sister and daughter who is always to giving my opinion on everything and telling others how to live their life or what they should have done so they wouldn't be in the situation their in. I'm just the opposite I'm the friend, sister and daughter that if you are hurting I'll give you a hug, take you out to dinner or get you up and out to do something fun and then I spend some time listening to you bellyache. 
and I empathize with you, but I thank God you went through what you did, so that you could be here today spreading his word to me and the others. 
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