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Name: ____miamore
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Birthday: 7/27/1950
Gender: Female
Interests: I want to meet you.
__Anyone who is absolutely intreging and can treat me like the delicate flower that I am.
Message: message me
Member Since:
7/20/2004
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| We NEED to know that God's Word is SOO alive that if we rip it's pages, they are likely to bleed. Thank you for all of your faithful prayers. I think of all of you often. God is about to do something Wonderful! I'm not quite sure what exactly, but it involves His children and a lot of lost coming to Christ. Please pray for this REVIVAL. get encouarged, Read the WORD of GOD. Read jesus freaks, read and meditate. Know that this life isn't of fleshly battle, but a spiritual warefare. We are warriors of The Christ MOST High. We ARE Prayer warriors, and I am counted blessed.
- God IS stirring, but God's people are getting distracted. I've said before and I will say it again,
if the devil can't make you bad, he will certainly try to get you distracted. idol hands are the devil's work.
- We need to starve our flesh. 1 Peter 2:11
Beloved, I beg you as sojourners and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts which war against the soul,
-We NEED to constantly be in God's Word, not just reading but being doers of the word. James 1:22
But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves. 2 Timothy 3:16 All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, Joshua 1:8 "Do not let this Book of the Law depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful."
-We NEED to be so LOVESICK over God that we are willing to give our lives. Romans 12:1
Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God--this is your spiritual act of worship.
In 1498, a faithful man of God was martyred for his beliefs, He said- My Lord happily gave His life up for mine, Why then, should I not gladly give my poor life out of love to my God.
Do something great for God! Leave a mark on this generation.
God's love is sufficient.
Genesis 18:14
Is anything too hard for the LORD ?
Jeremiah 32:27
"I am the LORD , the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me?
2 corinthians 12:9-10 When I am weak, I am then made strong.
Trust God. | | |
| I will be OFF-LINE for the next couple of months, because I will be inmy new apartment! If you need to get ahold of me, ask someone that knows me. I'm a little sketchy on just putting my number up.. soo YEAH. I love you and and am praying for your strength, so in the day of evei lwe will be able to stand against the lame wiles of the devil. | | |
| The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in The Room. There were no distinguishing features, except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.
But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked " I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read" "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At."
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger," Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I Have Watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then, as I wiped away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."- Phil.. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."
- Joshua Harris | | |
| DUDE! God is so AMAZING!!!!!!!!!! I'm going today to set down the deposit on the apartment and then my mom is going to the Gilbert Police Department to get my backround check( because I don't yet have a Louisiana ID, they need that), and then I turn in the app by Monday. MAN this is amazing. My Mom is putting 600$ in my bank account to get me in the apt, and I wasn't even expecting that, because I would have just made it with what i've now got in my bank account and my check for the past 2 weeks. Oh Man. I also get paid every Friday, so thats going to help out sooo much. SERIOUSLY, Praise be to God, Our God, AlonE! Thank you for all your prayers, they mean more to me than you will ever know! It will be a little rough at first getting in there, meaning- I don't have things to cook with, no pots, i've got some pans taht my friend AJ bought for me, I don't even have a bed, let alone blankets. God will provide! THANK YOU GOD.
PS- This is just the begining. | | |
| I NEED a roomate!
I need a roomate! I need to move out of my friend's house by the begining of October and am currently on the hunt for the perfect apartment! Please contact me if you are interested. I perferr to live with a girl, unless i know you like the back of my hand. Sorry boys! And I'm wanting it close to my work( Barnes and Noble), or at least a bus stop. Please pray for me! Thanks all my loves! | | |
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