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“A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.” Proverbs 15:1 / KJV
Have you ever diverted an argument by replying in a calm voice? Maybe you even asked the one using a raised voice, why they were using that tone and those words. If you did this, the person probably immediately calmed down.
The sermon Sunday was delivered by a young man of only 22 years of age. Let me tell you, do not think that one has to have years of experience to deliver without question what God has led them to say. Personally, I think Corey did an outstanding job of filling the preacher’s shoes.
The message text was taken from Philippians chapter 2 with references to Philippians chapter 1.
I hope that my notes and synopsis will convey what he was saying.
One goal: the gospel
We should all have unity, humility, and ultimate love to share this gospel of Jesus Christ.
United with each other with no strife among us
Humble ourselves before God and each other
Ultimate Love for all the world wanting none to be lost
we are all called to share the gospel
our example is Christ
our charge is to deliver the gospel to all
Last night was a special treat and blessing for us. Baby daughter and her husband were singing at their church and invited us to go. We both enjoyed the song service and especially when they had a part.
She sings very well and so does her husband. They sang one of her dad’s favorite songs.
I am sure we will be going to hear them sing again. We were welcomed by all and made to feel as if we were not even visitors.
I have fallen way behind in doing the “Self Portrait Sunday”. No, I do not have pics to post for all of the Sundays I have missed. Maybe I can get back on track next week and that is a big maybe.
Yesterday I went to SS and church. We had a deacon ordination service that was unique. The pastor told us a little about each new deacon and then about the active deacons. I left immediately after the ordination. Why did I not wait until the end of the service??
Cheer Competition is why. I have 5 grandchildren that were competing in the local competition. The 14 and 16 year old granddaughters are on the same squad, 9 year old grandson is in his age group, and then the 8 year old grandson and 5 year old granddaughter are on the same squad.
Some of the squads were really good and did some fantastic stunts and had lots of children on some of the them.
I know you are wondering if the grandchildren will be going to regionals in Charlotte Thanksgiving week-end. The three oldest will be going. Yay, they were runner-up in their division. The two younger ones were judged on squad performance, but do not participate in regional competition.
The 9 year old said “Grandi, it would be awesome if you go to regionals with us”. Since the younger ones will not be going, I guess I will stay home and keep them. I would really enjoy going to the regionals but what are Grandis for, if not to pitch hit for Mom when needed.
You may be wondering why the boys are cheering instead of playing football like the 11 yearold grandson. The 9 yro, SpideyMan, decided he did not want to play football and wanted to quit but Mom would not let him just quit because this is a family activity for all except the 3 yro, have to be 5 to participate. He was given the option of cheering or continue with football. After a few games, one of the boys on the 8 yro’s (BatMan) team quit which left them without enough team members to play and he wanted to cheer. They are both good and do not seem to be intimidated by all the girls around.
I was sitting on the top bleacher on the second floor of the gym and could see the concentration on the 3 older ones’s faces. BatMan did a perfect cartwheel and didn’t miss a beat. (yes, I am bragging)
It was loud but it was fun!!!
What a blessing!! Went to baptismal service to see my 15 year old GD, 13 year old GD and their dad baptized.
A few months ago, I witnessed the baptism of 2 of the grandsons. The 3 youngest are left in that family to make their decision to follow Christ.
If you read this post and know me, you may say that I am the pot calling the kettle black. Yes, I am in need of some serious performance management. Things have happened in the past to hurt those that I love and I am extremely upset over it. In fact, so much so that I am carrying a grudge. I know that this is not right, it is definitely not the Christian thing to do. It is also affecting my relationship with others. I have got to find within my heart a way to let the past be the past, pick up the pieces and go on.
Til Next Time
I am expecting to receive a wedding invitation soon. This will be just one of many that I have received in my life time. I have also received graduation invitations, baby shower invitations, birthday party invitations, even invitations to anniversary celebrations and family reunion invitations but never have I received first communion invitations. This may be because I do know anyone personally who practices this type of inviting.
This past week I have waited for a phone call that I do not want to receive, but know that my mom will be in a better place, whole again. Each time one of my phones ring, I wonder if this is the call and anxiously look to see who is calling. I have slept with a phone by my bed for the past 2 nights. As I wait, I feel like I am on a treadmill going at the highest speed. I work, do the normal things that I have done for the past 21 months, but knowing death is near makes my life different. I can’t explain this, but if you have been there, you know exactly what I mean.
This is the third time in my life that I have waited and wondered about someone that I love dearly and has had a major impact on my life. First my dad, then my older brother, and now my mom.
I am so glad that I do not have to depend on my own strength during times like these. I know that God will never forsake me and I can truly lean on His strength.
I am always blessed. If you do not read my blog regularly, you may not be aware that I have had health problems for the past several months. (Blessing: months not years) The most recent health issues have been since October and more pronounced since the end of October.
You can read my most recent report here.
After my appointment with the ENT on Friday, Nov.16, I wanted to keep his news to blog about here. After an exam and testing of my vocal cords, Dr. Pollock found———NOTHING. He could see no medical reason that one time when I speak my voice is normal and maybe the next time it is barely audible. I am so blessed that there are no growths of any type on my vocal cords.
I do not know what my surgery will reveal. I am concerned, but not worried about what may be causing me to have a choking sensation or what may be causing my voice to change. I know that God is in control and whatever I must deal with, my strength will come from Him.
Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. NKJV
Romans 8:28 is often hard to accept when we see those that have lived a faithful life have what we as humans term unfair circumstances, but we must let our faith abound and depend on God’s leadership.
To read about blessings other have experienced this week, visit Blog Your Blessings Blogroll.
May you have a blessed BYB Sunday and week.
Til Next Time
DD invited me to her church’s monthly social. This church has been in existence about 11 months and they are really growing. When everything unfolds, I will have a story to tell!
Anyway they had hamburgers, hot dogs, chips, 3 or 4 pasta salads, baked beans, ice cream and other desserts. The food was good and the fellowship was better. A very few of the people I know, but I did not feel out of place and none acted as if I was barging in on their territory. In fact, one of the ladies I met today, not knowing that I had a church home, invited me to attend church with them.