words heal, and actions hurt. and so if I were to say let your words speak louder than your actions so many people wouldn't understand the concept and that's fine but see I've seen words dream, bring hope, bring peace, & bring love. and while actions stayed the same, and never moved, words moved, words changed, words acted, & words spoke.
The nature of the enemy's warfare in your life is to cause you to become discouraged and to cast away your confidence. Not that you would necessarily discard your salvation, but you could give up your hope of God's deliverance. The enemy wants to numb you into a coping kind of Christianity that has given up hope of seeing God's resurrection power.
As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.
When you love, you change the world.You bring tranquility, harmony, and joy.You attract beauty of angel inside you.Your heart sings the song of love.When you love, lover is loving you.When you love, you change the worldYou bring tranquility, harmony and joyYou attract beauty of angel inside youYour heart sings the song of loveWhen you love lover is loving you.
When I see the darkness and fight,I want to be the love and light.When I see the sadness and suffering,I want to bring happiness and caring.When I see ignorance and agony,I want to cure it as a great alchemy.When I see frustration and torment,I want to bring opportunities to invent.When I see violence and destruction,I want to win by love with great intention.
In the Cross is salvation; in the Cross is life; in the Cross is protection against our enemies; in the Cross is infusion of heavenly sweetness; in the Cross is strength of mind; in the Cross is joy of spirit; in the Cross is excellence of virtue; in the Cross is perfection of holiness. There is no salvation of soul, nor hope of eternal life, save in the Cross.
I think at the heart of so much restlessness of the day is a spiritual vacuum. There is a yearning for meaningful lives, a yearning for values we can commonly embrace. I hear an almost inaudible but pervasive discontent with the price we pay for our current materialism. And I hear a fluttering of hope that there might be more to life than bread and circuses.
A flutter of bright green drew Deanna's focus out of the turbulent realm of her head and onto the flame-damaged storage shed. From the hold below the scorched eaves she saw the male paloma emerge and take flight. A few seconds later the drab brown female popped out. She soared after her mate.Deanna gasped in shock, amazed that any creature could have survived.
What ifs” are the doorways into new adventures. “Why nots” are the doorknobs. We turn knobs and tug at doors until we find the one that opens for us. The Maker will leave that one unlocked and when we get to the other side, the light will be on and He’ll be waiting with all the resources and help we need to fulfill His best desires for us.
Plant the seeds of peace and happiness Water it with true love and kindness Flowers of harmony will grow with hue Birds of peace will sing for all and youWith love and with beauty With passion and with duty Plant the seeds of trust and compassionMake caring and sharing a life's missionHold hand with dreams of greatness Peace will grow with beauty and fragrance.
When asked if I am pessimistic or optimistic about the future, my answer is always the same: if you look at the science about what is happening on earth and aren't pessimistic, you don't understand the data. But if you meet the people who are working to restore this earth and the lives of the poor, and you aren't optimistic, you haven't got a pulse.
Who's to say that once I run, I'll find that isn't enough? Who's to say I won't end up feeling exactly the way I do right now-not safe, but stifled? Maybe I'll want to run again, and again, and eventually I'll end up back on those old tracks, because there's nowhere left to go. Maybe. Maybe not. You have to take the risk, don't you
For so many years, I couldn’t understand why every time I thought that someone finally loved me, like… for real, they would eventually turn to vapor. Every person whom I’ve ever loved is trapped inside of my chest. I’ve breathed all of them in so deeply that I’ve nearly choked and died on every soul that I’ve ever given myself to.
HELP!”I race to the square, crossing it, looking all around, listening out-No.No.It’s empty.Viola’s breathing heavy in my arms .And Haven is empty.I reach the middle of the square.I don’t see nor hear a soul.I spin around again.“HELP!” I cry.But there’s no one.Haven’s completely empty.There ain’t hope here after all.
There is no right or wrong.There is no weak or strong.There is only you.There is no poetry or song. There is no short or long.There is only you.There is no beast or beauty.There is no task or duty.There is only you.There is no passion or mission. There is no wisdom or vision.There is only you.Nothing is there when you're not here.So love yourself and take great care.
