A picture of Christ’s love… PART 1

Please don’t be mistaken. I am not a Mormon. This odd little filmlet was produced at one of their universities, which I do not wish to support or promote, however, it had a deep impact on me as a young woman.  I don’t know if there are any men on earth quite like this Johnny Lingo, but more than that, this is a beautiful picture of Love. I imagine this must be how Christ loves me, and sees what I can be, not the mess that I may be at present.   🙂 
 
Here is the first of it’s 3 parts…
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We Have This Moment

We have this moment to hold in our hands

And to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand
Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow may never come
But we have this moment, today.
Hold tight to the sound of the music of living
Happy sounds from the laughter of children at play
Hold my hand as we walk through the sweet fragrant meadows
Making memories of what was today.
 
Tiny voice that I hear is my little girl calling
For daddy to hear just what she has to say
My little boy running there by the hillside
May never be quite like today.

Tender words gentle touch and a good cup of coffee
And someone who loves me and wants me to stay
Hold them dear while they’re near don’t wait for tomorrow
To look back and wish for today.

Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow may never come
but we have this moment, today.
– Gloria Gaither

On Finding the Right Man….

Donald and Mary Laugh in Bonaparte

My role as a woman might be slightly different than this…, but Tommy Nelson gets it right in this paragraph below. I want a man with this mindset!

Finding the Mate of Your Dreams

by Tommy Nelson
Everyone asks me how to find the man or woman of their dreams. The best way I heard on how to pick a mate was this. You run as fast as you can for Jesus Christ, commit your life to Him, love Him, sell out to Him, and stay devoted to Him. Then you start looking to your right and left and see who is running at the same speed. And you wave at them. And if they stay up with you, after a while, say, “Come on over!” And you’re running together. That’s how you find your mate. When I met Teresa, I wanted to spend my life sharing the Gospel, she wanted to spend her life winning people to Christ. She wanted to bring kids to the Lord, I wanted to have children that loved the Lord. By God’s grace, if we keep doing it right we’re going to go a long time.


And this quote from Billy Graham gives me hope that everything doesn’t have to always be hunky dory….
Happily Incompatible
by Billy Graham


Ruth and I don’t have a perfect marriage, but we have a great one. In a perfect marriage, everything is always the finest and best imaginable; like a Greek statue, the proportions are exact and the finish is unblemished. Who knows any human beings like that? For a married couple to expect perfection in each other is unrealistic. We learned that even before we married.


The unblemished ideal exists only in “happily ever after” fairy tales. I think that there is some merit to a description I once read of a married couple as “happily incompatible.” Ruth likes to say, “If two people agree on everything, one of them is unnecessary.” The sooner we accept that as a fact of life, the better we will be able to adjust to each other and enjoy togetherness.

My date with Jesus…

I was really wanting a date tonight, but that didn’t work out, so I dressed all up and had a date with Jesus. We ate Kippered herring on Ryecrisps out on the porch. We didn’t talk much, but watched the frogs and turtles on the pond’s edge, and listened to the birds sing their evening songs. He turned the sky extra blue, and made the clouds all fancy, and I just sat and smiled up at him.

The Day of Michael Jackson’s Funeral


I sit in front of a live broadcast of the memorial service for Michael Jackson, and the surrounding activities in his honor.


I can’t help but wonder if Michael ever caught a glimpse of eternity. They say he was raised Jehovah’s Witness, but “dabbled” in Christianity, Islam, and Kabbalah. Did he hear God calling him by name, whispering in the silence, singing over him as he cried for the arms of a Father’s loving emrace that was so foreign to him on earth?


Life only begins here. There are only a certain number of breaths and moments we are given in this mortal body before eternity breaks upon us, and this vapor of mortal life is past.


So whether we are given just a few, or a great many breaths down here, would it not seem that every one of them should strain toward what lies beyond this, what will last forever?


I think I would rather be sitting on some high mountain looking over the rim to watch the first rays of a sunrise burst into view, small at first, sprinkling through the trees, and bringing music and color and hope to everything it kisses. It whispers, “wake up.”, and if I am very silent, and very still, I can hear it.