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Trouble is swirling about on all sides. Times are perilous. There is a whirlwind of principalities.
God has picked me up and placed my in the palm of his hand. Though the storm rages without, I am fully protected in him. He has given me his peace. I rest in him. All is well.

Jesus is Lord!
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My King Dec 12, 2006 7:33 am
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With pure heart and steady hand,
Your eyes alway upon the Master,

Without fear, your steadfast heart,
full of hope and love and valor.

My love, my darling, I rejoice of you
as fountains in a desert land.

This union that has squeezed my heart
Purposefully fashioned by our Master's hand.

Wife
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Wife of the King Dec 12, 2006 7:10 am
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Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.

She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands.
She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar.

She gets up while it is still dark; she provides food for her family and portions for her servant girls.
She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.

She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night.
In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.

When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple.

Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land. She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes.
She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:
"Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate. Proverbs 31:11-31
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Choose Wisdom Dec 10, 2006 2:27 pm
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Wise men DO still seek HIM.
Serve HIM.
Become like HIM
Praise HIM!
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Christmas Card To You Dec 10, 2006 10:54 am
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Let me coax you, encourage you
As you encourage with power and might
You know who you are dear ones
Precious Saints, salt and light.

Now in this time our wish for you
Faith Hope and Love in all you do
expect a surprise, a gift of sorts
there's a miracle coming, and it's for you.





Thank you to all of you who always drop by with words of encouragement and peace. I notice you are the hands of the Lord to everyone here at B.C. and may you be blessed!!!!!!!
I never see you doing anything but Praising HIM and as you glorify HIS name, you shake the earth!
We love you all, Ed and Rhonda

Merry Christmas!
edjehu
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What's the name of the horse in "Jingle Bells?" Dec 9, 2006 8:39 pm
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Bob.
Bells on Bob's tail ring,
making spirits bright,
what fun it is to ride and sing,
a sleighing song tonight!

I'm not really sure his name is Bob, but I thought this was cute. Love you!!!!!
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Ready, Set, Go! Dec 7, 2006 9:10 pm
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Preach the good news!
Glorify HIS name! Pray!
Love you saints, Rhonda
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Surprise Ending Dec 4, 2006 10:00 pm
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I turned up the fur collar of my coat against a near freezing wind as I stepped from our warm station wagon into the bare dirt of a front yard on the outskirts of town. Our adult Sunday school class had chosen the address from a Salvation Army list in the evening paper and my husband and I had driven out to meet the family. The idea was to find out their immediate needs so that we could provide a merry Christmas for them, and then, more important, to work with them throughout the year to try to make a real difference, a Christian difference, in their lives

We had asked God to guide us to the right family, but now it looked as though the house we had chosen was going to be empty. No smoke came from the chimney and in the front door there was only a hole where a knob and a lock had been, once.
But when we knocked, the rag of curtain at the window moved and a small face peered out. A minute passed and then the door was opened by a boy about eight years old.

"Hello, I said. Is your Mama home?"
"Mama not home," he announced gravely. "She work'in."
"Well, ah-is any grownup here with you?" He shook his head.
"Let's step in for a minute," my husband suggested."The house'll get cold with the door standing open." The boy moved shyly back and we entered the tiny room.

I'll never forget what we saw.There was a bed, sagging to the floor,the mattress oozing stuffing at every rip and seam. No sheets, no blankets, a small chest of drawers in the corner held a dusty glass punch bowl with cups hanging around the rim. A Bible lay beside it. On the floor a chipped enamel pan held some lumps of corn meal mush the children had been eating by fistfuls.
The black wood stove was icy-cold.

The boy who had let us in now stood protectively between two smaller children, a boy and a girl. Her over sized slacks were held together by a safety pin. All three youngsters were barefoot.

And there was a baby. He was lying on a pile of straw and rags that had once been an upholstered chair. He was wearing a remnant of an undershirt and a diaper that hadn't been changed in a long time.
I thought of my own warmly dressed children and
baby in her lovely birch crib with its clean white sheets and started to cry. I'd never really seen poverty before.

That afternoon we went back with blankets, diapers, food and clothes. Again, the mother was not home. But apparently, she's been home long enough to build a roaring fire, so hot the children had the door standing wide open. A coal shuttle held scraps of linoleum from a pile of debris in the yard next door.

The next day we finally found the mother at home. Her name was Virginia, and the children, in order, were Violet, Danny and the baby, David Ray. Virginia was a tiny woman in a yellow bouffant-organdy dress. She answered our questions quietly and was not offended that we had come to help.

What did she need most? A refrigerator so the baby's milk wouldn't sour, and something for the stove that wouldn't burn as fast as linoleum.
The class found a refrigerator, a bed, a crib, several chairs, sheets, more blankets.

On Christmas, there were toys for the children and clothes and food for everyone. The wood stove was replaced by an oil heater that would not go out while the mother was away.The class pledged the money to pay the oil bills for the coming year.

The family's immediate physical needs had been relatively easy to satisfy. But what about the Christian difference? Every week or two my husband and I would go see Virginia and her family. Sometimes we'd carry hand me downs or groceries or books, sometimes we'd go empty handed, just to visit. But she always gave us the same warm greeting. I remember the pride with which she invited us to sit down. She hadn't been able to exercise that kind of courtesy before when she had no chairs.

Frequently our older children went along with us on these visits, and occasionally we took the baby.I had to explain to Virginia about our baby.
German measles during my pregnancy had left little M deaf. When I told Virginia that the Dr.s
said nothing could be done about it, I could
see she was deeply affected.

On our next visit she greeted us with shining eyes. "Oh mrs. Harrell, I believe God is going to make your baby hear!"Don't you feel it too?Can't she already hear a lot better than she could? I've been praying so hard ever since you told me. I know she's going to hear."

I smiled at Virginia.She didn't know as much about science as I did. I couldn't expect her to understand that nerve deafness was not curable. Of course I had prayed for my child. My prayers had been one of thankfulness for her, not prayers for healing. I took the Dr.'s words as final.

M was almost a year old when we first noticed the change in her.For a while we couldn't believe it ourselves, but at last we became convinced that she really was hearing certain loud sounds.We took her back to the hearing clinic for testing, there was no doubt about it. Our daughter had begun to hear!The Dr.'s were amazed, but Virginia wasn't even surprised. "God did it, Mrs. Harrell.Didn't I ask him for an icebox and a good stove and didn't he give them to me? There's nothing he can't do, if we just ask him."

I stared at her, trying to understand faith like this,reaching out my own feeble portion to try to take hold of hers.
"Mrs. Harrell, I'm going to keep praying for that baby."
"Yes," I whispered, "please keep praying. Don't ever stop."

It worked, you see, our Christmas project; it even accomplished the "Christian difference." Of course, the difference was in our lives, not Virginia's. But then, we'd asked God to guide us to the poor, and HE generally knows where they are.
Irene B. Harrell
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RockyG your dream has come true!!! Dec 3, 2006 8:53 pm
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Here ya go...really giant sized inflatable Jesus!
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Overcaffeinated Alive! Praise God! Dec 3, 2006 8:38 pm
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Wow! Pretty scary...being in the line of gun fire. So what did she do? Grabbed a child to protect and hit the floor! Praise God!
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God's Secret Agents Dec 2, 2006 10:13 am
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Yes, God has secret agents my friends. You will find them all over the world. Hero's of the cross.
Those who will risk all to bring the lost and hurting the gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ.

There are many I personally have the honor of knowing. Those working in bureaucracies that will pray and be the Lord's Kingdom workers, but yet, in secret. Remember, God is not welcome in many of these bureaucracies. To further the Kingdom, much must be done in quiet prayer and supplication. God places these wonderful saints amidst the hurting, the downtrodden, amongst those who need Him the most.

Brother Andrew, in 1981,(Project Pearl) smuggled one million bibles into Red China at great risk to life and limb. He has a book titled, "God's Secret Agent." Excellent inspirational recount of his adventures in the Kingdom. In the 1990's Brother Andrew began to focus on reaching the Muslims. To find out more about this brother just put his name in your search page.

Sometimes we are all called to be God's secret agents. To enter our prayer closets and never say a word to anyone but the Lord. To see a need and
quietly take it to the King. I pray we may all be
able and blessed to do so. Love you, Rhonda
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