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  Ecclesiastes 9:10 “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do  it  with thy might; for  there is no  work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.”  I was putting lotion on my hands. As I leisurely worked the product in,  I was looking intently at my hands.  The Holy Spirit reminded me of today’s scripture verse. The first part of the verse stayed on my heart. Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do  it  with thy might; I thought  back to  the first blog entry I posted in 2012  Do what you have been inspired to do and trust that the Lord who planted the vision will see you through each step of the way.   Each dream, each goal that I reflect upon throughout my life,  those realized and those that were re-directed, I can see the Hand of God.   More often than not the hands appeared in the likeness of my Mother's  hands.  Through her love God pushed me or nudged me when necessary.  Her hands. Using her hands,  God encouraged me with her hugs or her applause

  1 Corinthians 13:12 “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”  It all depends on how you look at it. What’s your focus? Is the picture clear or blurry? Do you need to crop the photo for a better view? A little shift in focus can be key.  Shifting the way you look at things can make a big difference.  I am looking at the shift key on my keyboard. I have options. Lower case or uppercase. Numerical or special characters. Failure to shift correctly can cause denied access because my password is not recognized. Shift is key. Some things can be better understood if we take the time to change our focus.  Zoom in on what really matters.  Stop looking at things that appear  insurmountable. Instead shift your focus. Look at God. The view is breathtaking when I look up. I see Jesus. He sees me. I am shifting my focus. Eyes lifted up. I see where my help comes from. My help comes from the Lord. The Lord who

  Psalms 86:15   “ But thou, O Lord,  art  a God full of compassion, and gracious, longsuffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth.” Compassionate Father.  Gracious God.         Long suffering  Savior.   Merciful Lord. It is not possible to expound on God’s word and not be personally impacted. The Word is a mirror. It requires reflection and does not discriminate.  In God’s Word I see the magnificence of His mercy. I bask in the magnitude of His grace. Humbling are the revelations of God’s goodness.               Mercy.                          Alive to see another day. I can be in a room full of people or in a space all alone and stand in awe of the Lord’s mercy. Mercy.  Jesus paid it all.  Mercy.  Another opportunity to praise Him.  Mercy.  His love has lifted me.   Mercy.  Sunshine or rain. Mercy.  Pathway brighter.   Mercy.  Burdens lighter. Mercy.            Magnificent.               Mercy. God bless. In Christ, Sis. Stephanie 

  Proverbs 17:22   “ A merry heart doeth good  like  a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.” All of my life I have been a pretty serious person.  I used to joke that, "I only laugh when it is seriously funny."  However, in the midst of the many trials and challenges, I can honestly say that I have always had a song in my heart.  Different songs for different times and situations.  Yet, always a song.  Many years ago in church we sang a song entitled, - " God Gave Me a Song."          " God gave me a song, that the angels could not sing.          I've been washed in the blood of the crucified one.  I’ve been redeemed... Sometimes when I am feeling low   no one to care, no place to go.  My Father is rich in houses  and lands, he holds the power of the world in His hands." The Lord will give us a song. He personalizes our experiences.   He makes hearts merry and lifts us when we feel low.   Sorrows of the heart can and do sometimes dampen our s

  Romans 5:8 “But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.”  “Jesus loves me. This I know, for the Bible tells me so.  Little ones to Him belong.  They are weak but He is strong.  Yes. Jesus loves me. Yes. Jesus loves me.  Yes. Jesus loves me, for the Bible tells me so.” - Anna B. Warner Jesus loves me. He loves ME. Personally.  Say these words aloud. Repeat often. There is healing power in reciting truth. There is no guesswork in God.  His Word is forever settled in heaven. The Word of God is a declaration of His great love. The love of God,   a light shining in the darkest crevices of our soul. How do I know?  It is because, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.   Sin is a place of darkness. Light has no fellowship there. But God made way for us to walk in the light of life when He sent His Only Begotten Son. I am in awe of the Glorious Christ who saw me, loved me, saved me.   As a little girl, I remember the Sunday I joined

  Psalms 78:19 “Yea, they spake against God; they said, Can God furnish a table in the wilderness?”  In the  78th Psalms, the Psalmist details the many ways God brought His people and provided for  them.  He parted the waters. He fed them with bread from  heaven.   Still  their stubborn hearts questioned. Can God furnish a table in the  wilderness?  This morning I am sitting at the dining room table. I have been thinking about how instrumental “tables” have been in my life.   Meals and conversations had. Decisions made.  Visions revealed.  Dreams launched.  A table in the wilderness.  Furnished by God. At my grandmother’s table  I remember the smothered chicken, rice, gravy, and biscuits,  that my great great grandmother cooked  on Sunday morning.  I recall the potato pancakes, and  fried mackerel with hot sauce  shared with  sibling and cousins after church.   Food from my grandmother’s table. We laughed and ate while recounting the details of Sunday service. My mother and I shared ma