Holdingthecross:
FREE AT LAST, by jayw
This is Saturday morning
...: FREE AT LAST, by jayw This is Saturday morning and the sky is overcast But I am so thankful That I am free at last That became when...
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Monday, March 14, 2016
JESUS COMFORTS HIS DISCIPLES
14 “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God[a]; believe also in me. 2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. 4 You know the way to the place where I am going.”
FAITH GOODNESS AND HOPE
For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith
goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control;
and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and
to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love. For if
you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you
from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord
Jesus Christ.
2 Peter 1:5-8 NIV
2 Peter 1:5-8 NIV
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Saturday, October 26, 2013
WHAT WRITING IS TO ME
A good story is not how it is written, It is how it is told, not by perfect diction, or how it is arranged on paper, nor by what name it is called. Prompts, Poems, or free write or any other name.
I have heard many stories in my time right form an old bench on a street, or on some ones front porch, that's told from the heart.
A good story from the heart is only thoughts , that are put into words that are stored in the mind.
I went down through Mississippi one time I met and talk to a lot of people and each one had a story to tell, in his own way. If I had to judge their story's I couldn't have made a decision who the winner would have been.
I heard a story from a man in his own home about his wife, just before she passed away. He said that she was in the hospital, and the Doctor told him that there was nothing else that he could for her. The Doctor advised him to take her home and make her as comfortable as he could for she wouldn't last long.
He said He was sleeping a room at adjacent to hers, and he heard her talking, so he got up and went to her room, and shook her to wake her, but she wasn't asleep and said you were talking in your sleep, she said "no I was talking to two angels that are coming for me". he tried to brush it off for he thought that she was delirious, but she said "no I know what's going on, and they said be ready we'll be back soon." and the next night she passed away so peaceable.
I treasure stories that I have heard in my life time, above all that I could learn any where or any place.
A good story is not how it is written, It is how it is told, not by perfect diction, or how it is arranged on paper, nor by what name it is called. Prompts, Poems, or free write or any other name.
I have heard many stories in my time right form an old bench on a street, or on some ones front porch, that's told from the heart.
A good story from the heart is only thoughts , that are put into words that are stored in the mind.
I went down through Mississippi one time I met and talk to a lot of people and each one had a story to tell, in his own way. If I had to judge their story's I couldn't have made a decision who the winner would have been.
I heard a story from a man in his own home about his wife, just before she passed away. He said that she was in the hospital, and the Doctor told him that there was nothing else that he could for her. The Doctor advised him to take her home and make her as comfortable as he could for she wouldn't last long.
He said He was sleeping a room at adjacent to hers, and he heard her talking, so he got up and went to her room, and shook her to wake her, but she wasn't asleep and said you were talking in your sleep, she said "no I was talking to two angels that are coming for me". he tried to brush it off for he thought that she was delirious, but she said "no I know what's going on, and they said be ready we'll be back soon." and the next night she passed away so peaceable.
I treasure stories that I have heard in my life time, above all that I could learn any where or any place.
FREE AT LAST, by jayw
This is Saturday morning
and the sky is overcast
But I am so thankful
That I am free at last
That became when Jesus
took me in
and cleansed me
and made me from of sin
All that matters to me now.
is to keep on keeping on
and at the end of the road
I will be home
I'd like to take some with me
if they'll only follow him
Then they can be free at last
when their journey ends
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