Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we'd better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we're in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he's there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!
Friday, September 14, 2012
4 months today
Well here we are at the 4 month point, we have had some great progress but continue to reach and desire for more. A few weeks ago I was listening to the message and the song it is well with my soul was playing. Wow talk about things having new meanings, I have know the song since childhood sang it hundreds of times but never before have I though so much about the words. I was asking my self is this truly well with my soul. I like to focus on "God will give you the desires of your heart." and other verses like that to give me comfort in difficult times. Where my thoughts have settled in at are, I want to be in God's will and if this is where it's at then it is well with my soul but I will continue to beg, plead with God for Sandra's complete healing and wow what a story we will have!
Have a great weekend and Sandra will blog Sunday in the Van again on the way to Detroit
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain: It is well, with my sou It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.
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