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Feeding the Fire

Feeding the fire
(written by LaJuan)
Feeding the fire
Showing you’re a foolish child
You’re feeding the fire
You’re fanning the flame

Young girl
Misguided in a cruel world
Searching
For hope in some place
Needing
Somebody to teach her
Finding
How cruelty taste

I don’t wanna listen to you anymore
Cause you never care for sure
You just want to control my game
I’m the one who’s running this thing
It’s my life leave me alone
I’m gonna make it on my own
I ain’t gonna do what you say
I ain’t hear’in you anyways

Feeding the fire
Showing you’re a foolish child
You’re feeding the fire
You’re fanning the flame

Young girl
Misguided in a cruel world
Your life is
So sad to waste
Go back too
The ones who protect you
Go home
Before it’s to late

I ain’t gonna listen to you anymore
Cause you never care for sure
You just want to control my game
I’m the one who’s running this thing
It’s my life leave me alone
I’m gonna make it on my own
I ain’t gonna do what you say
I ain’t hear’in you anyways

Feeding the fire
Showing you’re a foolish child
You’re feeding the fire
You’re fanning the flame

Forgiveness lies within him
Bow your head and pray

I don’t wanna listen to you anymore
Cause you never care for sure
You just want to control my game
I’m the one who’s running this thing
It’s my life leave me alone
I’m gonna make it on my own
I ain’t gonna do what you say
I ain’t hear’in you anyways

Feeding the fire
Showing you’re a foolish child
You’re feeding the fire
You’re fanning the flame

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No Small Miracles

Joel Morgan planned to visit missionaries in Eastern Europe. He asked some friends who had done extensive travel what he should pack.

Joel Morgan planned to visit missionaries in Eastern Europe. He asked some friends who had done extensive travel what he should pack. His friends explained that he would want to bring some snacks to eat because he might have a hard time finding something agreeable in the small villages.

Walking into a grocery store, he offered a small prayer that he might choose food that would clear customs. Before leaving he decided to pick up Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, tapioca pudding, gum, and some small cans of fruit cocktail. Before long he found himself in Romania where he spent the evening with a missionary family.

Joel enjoyed strong conversation and laughter with a young couple and their teenage daughters who were anxious to hear about recent events in America. Feeling a deep bond with the family, he told them that he would like to give them some Christmas gifts before he moved on, even though it was only October.

Opening his backpack, he asked the young girls, ‘If you could have one thing from America, what would it be’? They both excitedly shared, ‘Candy!’ Then their mother said they that especially loved Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Holding back tears, Joel reached in his bag and pulled out the chocolate, much to the delight of everyone in the room who didn’t know if they should laugh or cry.

Catching his breath, Joel asked the mother the same question he had asked the girls. She told him that she missed being able to eat citrus fruit. Trembling, Joel pulled out the cans of fruit cocktail as elation filled everyone in the small home.

Joel then asked the father, ‘What is your favorite dessert’? Smiling, the dad said that he liked something no one else enjoyed eating, tapioca pudding’Unable to contain his emotions, Joel produced the package of tapioca pudding God led him to purchase a week earlier and 4,000 miles away. There in a small Romanian town five people expressed gratitude and wonder to God above that there are no small miracles.

I remember when I first heard Joel Morgan’s story relayed by Rick Warren. As I listened to Warren talk about such a fantastic moment, it made me stop and reflect on events that I have known and appreciate the bigger picture. Sir William Temple once said, ‘When I pray, coincidences happen, and when I don’t, they don’t.?

The key is to slow down long enough to notice the marvel of the moment, even if for only five minutes. All around us amazing things are there for us to behold and embrace with childlike wonder.

As C.S. Lewis so aptly put it, ‘Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see’So be on the lookout, you never know when you might witness the next miracle. In fact, it may just happen on a simple stop at the grocery store.

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Church of the Holy Sepulchre - Mother of God!
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I grew up with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it… A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones. Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away.. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things.. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and  sometimes it made me crazy.. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew they would always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer’s night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away…never to return.. So… while we have it….. it’s best we love it…. and care for it… and fix it when it’s broken……… and heal it when it’s sick.

This is true. for marriage……. and old cars….. and children with bad report cards….. and dogs with bad hips…. and aging parents….. and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a   best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special…….. and so, we keep them close! Send this to those people that are “keepers” in your life.  Good friends are like stars…. You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.  Keep them close!
EIGHT THINGS GOD WON’T ASK ON THAT DAY.

This is true. for marriage……. and old cars….. and children with bad report cards….. and dogs with bad hips…. and aging parents….. and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a   best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special…….. and so, we keep them close! Send this to those people that are “keepers” in your life.  Good friends are like stars…. You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.  Keep them close!
EIGHT THINGS GOD WON’T ASK ON THAT DAY.

1…. God won’t ask what kind of car you drove. He’ll ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation..

2…. God won’t ask the square footage of your house, He’ll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.

3…. God won’t   ask about the clothes you had in your closet, He’ll ask how many you helped to clothe.

4…. God won’t ask what your highest salary was. He’ll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.

5…. God won’t ask what your job title was. He’ll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.

6…. God won’t ask how many friends you had. He’ll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.

7…. God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, He’ll ask how you treated your neighbors.

8…. God won’t ask about the color of your skin, He’ll ask about the content of your character.

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Revelation 7:9
(The Great Multitude in White Robes)

After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from (every Nation, Tribe, People and Language), standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.

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