Jakeswords: A moment with Jake

Jakeswords: A moment with Jake: Seventy years have quickly flown by, as quickly as a wink. There have been mountain top experiences and many deep valleys have been crosse...

A moment with Jake

Seventy years have quickly flown by, as quickly as a wink. There have been mountain top experiences and many deep valleys have been crossed, held up by the masters hands. I have been hurt many times, been in rehab centers and hospitals and the Lord has given me the strength  to keep on keeping on. He has been my rock, my refuge and my anchor in the many storms of life. Here is a Bible verse, a favorite of mine. “When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O LORD, held me up. In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.” Psalm 94:18-19 KJV

SOME DAYS ARE DIAMONDS John Denver

Jakeswords: Blessings of True Love

Jakeswords: Blessings of True Love: BLESSINGS  OF  TRUE  LOVE The year was 1963, When this sweet lady, Said I do with me; One flesh from two, What joy we had foun...

Blessings of True Love

BLESSINGS  OF  TRUE  LOVE

The year was 1963,

When this sweet lady,

Said I do with me;

One flesh from two,

What joy we had found,

Our feet felt two feet off the ground.

One year latter in 1964,

The family of two,

Added one more,

A sweet baby girl,

We named Natalie,

O, what a great blessing,

For Donna and me.

Two years passed,

Then Nancy was born,

The year was 1967,

Another blessing from Heaven.

In Sept.1970,

June came along,

And made our hearts sing a song,

Then in 1972, our son was born,

We named him, Winston two.

All these dear children,

Each different,

Each so sweet,

Were sent from Heaven,

To make a family,

Started by our love,

August 17, 1963.

Jakeswords: Good Poetry

Jakeswords: Good Poetry:                                                                                                                                       ...

Good Poetry

                                                       

                                                                             

OLD  POEMS

  I love looking through my mom's old book of poems and I am going to share this  one with you.

                                                     IF,  AS  I  LIVE   

                                            If, as I live, I could become

                                            Immune to beauty's call

                                            and never be affected

                                            By a lovely rose at all;

                                            If I could watch a sunset

                                            and not become inspired

                                            nor by a burning bush

                                           that autumn flame has fired,

                                           or a friend to play me false

                                          and never shed a tear,

                                          and to another friend in pain

                                          I'd turn a deafened ear;

                                          I'm sure, then, I'd suffer less

                                          If all of this were so;

                                           but, if it were, I'd just as well

                                          have died long years ago.

                                        -- Daisy Moore Bynum --                                                                       

Reflections

I remember how my mom loved the Back to the Bible broadcasts and my mother-in law loved to get the Daily Bread in large print. I listen to the reading of the Daily Bread daily and am blessed by it. Here is an old page from the past.

 A number of years ago I read an interesting article about cancer researcher Dr. Robert Good. He was described as a hard-driving individual with an enormous faculty for new ideas and the ability to make use of any information that came to him. I was most impressed, however, with a statement that credited him with a willingness to recognize an error in his theories and abandon them faster than anyone else in medical research. An associate said, “Dr. Good never gets married to his hypotheses, so he doesn’t go through the pangs of divorce when one is proven wrong.”

Proverbs 9 puts a high premium on such readiness to see one’s error and admit it. It describes a wise man as one who wants to learn from his mistakes. When challenged, he resists the urge to get his back up like a threatened tomcat. Instead, correction becomes a faithful friend and a necessary means to improvement (v.9). On the other hand, when a “scoffer” is rebuked, he responds with anger and hate (v.8). Because of his overinflated ego, he won’t listen when told he has erred.

We always need to follow the path of wisdom by giving heed to words of reproof. To be truly wise, we must remember that at times we too have played the fool!

If criticism comes your way,
Welcome its intent;
It may be that some truth from God
Through it is being sent. —DJD

I love reading quotes and some of my favorites are from the pen of C. S.Lewis, from which I am going to share with you.

" The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts."

" What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truths. They share it."

" There are far, far better days a head than any we leave behind."

" Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained."

" Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pain. It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world."

I trust you will receive a blessing by reading other folks writing my friends!

Browsing

Hi my friends, I love browsing through books of inspiration, such as the Bible and old hymn books. Today I am browsing through this hymn book and I will share these written words that were inspired for this author to record.
These words are taken from the hymn " Deck Thyself, My Soul, With Gladness.
Jesus, Bread of life, I pray thee,
let me gladly here obey thee;
never to my hurt invited,
be thy love with love requited;
from this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep its treasure;
through the gifts thou here dost give me,
as thy quest in heaven receive me.

I trust you are blessed by this and will do some browsing to my friends!

Hello world! « Wint68's Blog

Hello world! « Wint68's Blog: "SPIRITUAL POWERS

There are two spiritual powers,

one evil and one good.

Satan, the deceiver is evil,

God, the creator is good,

Satan, the accuser of all men,

God, the source of wisdom,

for men to live as they should.

Satan, the father of lies,

causing great sorrow and cries;

God, the father of truth,

gives love, grace and words,

on which you can rely.

Satan, the destroyer,

desires to destroy your soul,

God, our redeemer,

desires to make us whole.

Dear soul, which power,

controls your life?

Satan, who by sin,

causes you strife?

Or God, through the blood,

of Jesus, His only son,

gives you eternal life,

a victory already won."

'via Blog this'

Favorite Quotes

Here are some friendship quotes I will share with you, hope you will like them also!

In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out.  It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being.  We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.  ~Albert Schweitzer


A loyal friend laughs at your jokes when they're not so good, and sympathizes with your problems when they're not so bad.  ~Arnold H. Glasgow


The friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you.  ~Elbert Hubbard, The Notebook, 1927


A good friend is cheaper than therapy.  ~Author Unknown


If a friend is in trouble, don't annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do.  Think up something appropriate and do it.  ~Edgar Watson Howe


The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.  ~Henry David Thoreau

Great Hymns of the Past

This is a hymn written by Charles Wesley in 1740.
Christ Whose Glory Fill the Skies:

1.
Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
triumph o'er the shades of night;
Dayspring from on high, be near;
Daystar, in my heart appear. 
2.
Dark and cheerless is the morn
unaccompanied by thee;
joyless is the day's return,
till thy mercy's beams I see;
till thy inward light impart,
cheer my eyes and warm my heart. 
3.
Visit then this soul of mine;
pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
fill me, Radiancy divine,
scatter all my unbelief;
more and more thyself display,
shining to the perfect day.