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Enjoying Life

I just returned from a four-day trip to Blue Ridge, Georgia. We went to the mountains to see all the fall colors. While there, we enjoyed staying in a log cabin with the latest state-of-art appliances. I grew up in a generation where you had to wait twenty minutes for the coffee to brew. Now you can have a cup in under a minute. It used to take the black and white tv time to warm up, and if you were lucky, you might get three channels. That is if you could adjust the rabbit-ear antenna with tin foil in the right direction. Now its 1,000 channels, all in high-definition color, 24/7. If you can find something worthwhile to watch.

What changes have taken place in my short sixty-six years of living. We had made reservations to ride a scenic railroad through the mountains. The fall colors were so beautiful. The tracks ran along a river on one side and the mountains on the other. I was taken back in time. Growing up, I used to ride the passenger train to visit my grandparents.

I had a deep touching spiritual experience while in the mountains. Saturday morning I walked out onto the back deck, a cup of coffee in hand. As I was enjoying it, things were quiet. Nothing distracted me from fully enjoying the moment. I began looking out onto the mountains. I was thanking God for His beautiful creation. The vibrant leaves were washed in the early morning sun light.

Some scriptures from Psalms came to mind:  “The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handy works. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.” ~ Psalms 19:1-3

The Lord was speaking His love to me. Allowing me another day on earth. Blessing me with life, health, eye sight, and a mind to enjoy His creation. We serve a glorious Heavenly Father, who loves us more than we will ever understand. He desires an intimate relationship with each of us. He has sent His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, for our redemption. Blessed be His Holy Name forever. Who giveth us richly all things to enjoy. ~ 1 Timothy 6:17

~ Ricky Robinson

Image Credit: Mountain in the Autumn © MARIE JEANNE Iliescu via freeimages.com

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One More Time

water-skiing-1356609I remember as a teenager we would all go to the lake to go boating and skiing. I watched as the grownups learned to ski, and I knew that’s what I wanted to do, too.

My day finally came to learn to ski and daddy told me to hold on and pull up when the rope got tight. I tried and wasn’t successful.

My daddy would always just laugh every time I fell. It made me so mad! I cried each and every time that I failed.

Every time he would laugh it just spurred me on to keep getting up. On the inside of me I was saying, “I will get up.” All along I was getting stronger mentally, emotionally, and physically.

One day, I finally got up on my skis for a few minutes.

Deep inside of me I knew if I could get up once it was just a matter of time before I stood up and mastered the art of skiing.

In our everyday battles we must keeping getting up one more time. In due season we will reap if we faint not. When it seems like you’ve lost all hope, you are getting stronger. When it seems like your circumstances aren’t changing, they will because you are trusting in God’s grace to continue the fight.

The enemy of the world would like to keep us down, but he can’t. God is bigger. He can and will do more than we could ask or think according to His Word.

~Isaiah 40:31 “But the people who trust the Lord will become strong again. They will be able to rise up as an eagle in the sky. They will run without needing rest. They will walk without becoming tired.”

Get up one more time and watch God show out on your behalf!

~Tammy Sanders

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The Little Prince

Each year, I pull out my tiny, 40 year-old, worn paperback copy of The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery and read it again. It is a beautiful story, but only for those who are not too consumed with matters of consequence. For that sort of person, the story may be pointless, childish, or frivolous, having no rhyme nor reason. But for me it is a reminder of the value of friendship, the beauty of a flower or a star, and the treasure to be found in things unseen. There is much to be learned from this simple little volume… I share some of these simple lessons here with you, for those of you who are not too busy to listen.

“All grown-ups were once children – although few of them remember it.”

If you look with your imagination, you should be able to see clearly what this little drawing is all about. For those of you who cannot, try again once you have read these wonderful excerpts. Perhaps they will awaken the child in you, who would easily sort these things out.

Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?” Instead, they demand: “How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him. (p. 16)

The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists. (p. 17)

One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance…The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her… (pp. 36-37)

If I ordered a general to change himself into a sea bird, and if the general did not obey me, that would not be the fault of the general. It would be my fault…One must require from each one the duty which each one can perform. (p. 42/45)

“Then you shall judge yourself,” the king answered. “That is the most difficult thing of all. It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom.” (p. 46)

But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise. (p. 48)

(of the Lamplighter) Nevertheless, he is the only one of them all who does not seem to me ridiculous. Perhaps that is because he is thinking of something else besides himself. (p. 61)

“Men?” she echoed. “I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult.” (p. 74)

“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world… You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” (p. 80/88)

“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox. “Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends anymore.” (p. 84)

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. (p. 87)

“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well…” “Yes,” I said to the little prince. “The house, the stars, the desert – what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!” (p. 93)

He never answered questions – but when one flushes does that not mean “Yes”? (p. 98)

“In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night… You – only you – will have stars that can laugh! And when your sorrow is comforted you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend.” (p. 104)

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