Unselfish love

What is important about today?  This is a day life will begin and for others will end.  The moment of new life what will the news announce?  Is it another terrorist attack, Government corruption, worldly plagues, or catastrophic storms?  At this point of life, there is no return to the security and comfort before birth.  You now begin the journey through the Alpha and Omega.  For others, their journey has ended.  Did they accomplish their purpose here on earth or did they roam about aimlessly?  Life has a purpose; it is in fulfilling those purposes that we find meaning and satisfaction in our lives.

Unselfish love is the key to fulfill life’s purpose. It is deliberate and purposeful rather than emotional, impulsive or self-serving love.

Gratitude

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Flight lesson for the next generation

I tried to imagine the fright of this young juvenile sparrow.  Its home is about 30 feet above the ground.

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To me, that is like looking down from an eight story building.  In this photo the parent shows the little one how easy it is to fly.  I hear the parent chirping, coaxing it to jump.  If that baby sparrow could talk, it may ask why couldn’t you build a nest on the ground.  After more persistence the parent nudged the little one out.  Its maiden flight began.  I guess this is like sink or swim; but in this case it is fly or fall.

These are a few of the better photos I took for this series.

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While shooting this, I thought about life and what I read in the Bible.  If God is concerned about the tiny sparrow, how much greater must His concern be for man, who is immeasurably greater in value than the sparrow!

Then why do we worry?  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet my Father feeds them.  I know I am much more valuable than they are.

Generation

COFFEE

Remember when you said “I’d never forgive that person”. Then you’d sit there with a hot coffee, you’re steaming over the incident. With unsteady hands you grip the cup and lift it to your lips cautiously sipping the bitter taste. The smell of the coffee permeates the room as your mind replays the issue. As you gently set the cup to the table, you begin to take control.

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The title of this post is C.O.F.F.E.E. Its acronym is:

Christ Offers Forgiveness for Everyone Everywhere

Un-forgiveness is like a stage four cancer, it will continue to eat and tear at you until you have no life. Un-forgiveness is a sin. The only cure for un-forgiveness is to forgive and ask the Lord to cleanse you of the sin.
He knows you won’t forget; but He knows you can forgive. Then a miracle happens, you begin to have joy, pleasure and peace of mind.

If you are not a believer, this is a quote by T.D. Jakes:
“I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn’t then live my life as if there isn’t and die to find out there is.”

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Daily Prompt: Frivolous, A Person I Never Met

Am I being frivolous to think he gave his life for me? A person I never met.

I know he is alive within me. I speak to him frequently. When I talk with him, he gives me hope and stimulates me mentally to do or feel something, especially creative. When I am tired or weak, he is there to give me that boost of energy to keep me going. At times, I will disagree with him then I will take it upon myself. What a mistake, I will silently hear him say, “trust me I will never lead you astray”. I have learned that my friend is serious and has a great value in my life. For those of you, that read this and think I am being foolish or not serious.
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn’t than live my life as there isn’t and die to find out there is. As said by T D Jakes

Thank you for reading this, your comments are welcomed even if they may be frivolous.
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To Follow in His Footsteps

I know those footsteps by the impression it makes as you lead the way.   I feel and hear you breathe.  Your breath is like a feathery touch as it blows gently against my skin.  The slow back and forth sway of thin branches creak with each inhale and exhale of your breath.  A beam of white light spreads above the darkness on the horizon.  Patches of light fog filters the white glow.  As the sun rises and the fog lifts, a bright, clear, new day begins.  You are smiling and happy to see me.

I smell the sweetness of life flowing as you move about.  The potpourri of pines, persimmons and the musty scent of rich soil permeates the area.   The morning freshness is like a splash of water on my face.

The choir of birds sing their chorus of melodies of joy as their day begins.  It is like angels singing praise and worship as you watch over your children.  Thank you Lord for my life, it is a pleasure to serve you and follow your footsteps.

This post is in response to the daily prompt: Footsteps

Daily Post Challenge; A Drop of Words

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A drop could be a very small quantity of anything.  At the end of its fall, it will leave an impression.  What are those special words you may drop on someone to leave an impression?

Are you there to pick up that small quantity of liquid that drops from the face of a person in sorrow?  A drop of kind words is an impression that may bring comfort, joy, gratitude, and compassion.

After it is dropped look for that impression.

How my prayer was answered

My friend and I volunteer to paint murals on the walls through out the hallways of the Veterans Administration hospital. The hallways were painted an institutional drab tan. Now, with painted murals, it brings life, joy, and contentment for the patients, staff and visitors as they pass through the halls.

One particular morning, I asked God for His blessing on a mural my friend and I were to paint. I prayed for direction, help and assistance to paint this mural.

Unlike my friend who is a professional artist, I am a novice painter. As like most novices we don’t see our mistakes and faults as well as others see them. Throughout the painting, my friend Stan found fault. He’d say your lines are not smooth, you need more value, use more water, or you’re holding your brush wrong. This was one of those days, he was not himself. I was ready to give it up and hand the brush over to him telling him, “if you can do it better, then you do it.” But I didn’t.

I just stood aside and watched him paint. Inside me, I pouted and I started to put myself down. I was thinking I’ll never be a good artist.

When I got home, I realized that Satan was telling me all those negative things. But, God answered my prayer from this morning. I asked Him for direction, help and to assist me. He did it through my friend Stan who told me my problems and showed me how fix them.

It was then I realized God was there the whole time as I painted. I seemed to have given up not only in myself, but in my faith, trust and belief.

God was there the whole time. My lesson is to focus on God not on myself. I pray this story may help others.

Below are a few murals we painted at the Veterans Hospital