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Tag Archives: Christianity

Rules from God

01 søndag jul 2012

Posted by astridterese in Tro

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bønn, Christianity, faith, God, Gud, prayer, tro

1. Wake Up !! Decide to have a good day.
«Today is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it» Psalms 118:24

2. Dress Up !! The best way to dress up is to put on a smile. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. «The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at outward appearance; but the Lord looks at the heart.» I Samuel 16:7

3. Shut Up!! Say nice things and learn to listen. God gave us two ears and one mouth, so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking. «He who guards his lips guards his soul.» Proverbs 13:3

4. Stand Up!! For what you believe in. Stand for something or you will fall for anything.. «Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good…» Galatians 6:9-10

5. Look Up !! To the Lord.
«I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me.» Philippians 4:13

6. Reach Up !! For something higher. «Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, And He will direct your path.» Proverbs 3:5-6

7. Lift Up !! Your Prayers.
«Do not worry about anything; Instead pray about everything.» Philippians 4:6

God’s rosebud

19 lørdag nov 2011

Posted by astridterese in Dikt, Tro

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

bilde, Christianity, Dikt, God, Gud, picture, poem, Salvador Dali

rosebudIt is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God’s design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so easily,
But in my hands they die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God’s design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

So I’ll trust in God for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance
In each step of the way.

The path that lies before me,
Only my Lord knows.
I’ll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.

~ author unknownSalvador Dali The Meditative Rose

25 Beautiful One-liners

24 lørdag sep 2011

Posted by astridterese in Humor, Tro

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Tags

Bilder, Christianity, God, Gud, Humor, pictures

1. Give God what’s right – not what’s left.

2. Man’s way leads to hopeless end – God’s way leads to an endless hope.

3. A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing.

4. He who kneels before God can stand before anyone.

5. In the sentence of life, the devil may be a comma,
but never let him be the period.

6. Don’t put a question mark where God puts a period.

7. Are you wrinkled with burden? Come to the church for a face-lift.

8. When praying, don’t give God instructions.- Just report for duty.

9. Don’t wait for six strong men to take you to church.

10. We don’t change God’s message. His message changes us.

11. The church is prayer-conditioned.

12 When God ordains, He sustains.

13. WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning.

14. Plan ahead – It wasn’t raining when Noah built the ark.

15. Most people want to serve God, but only in an advisory position.

16. Suffering from truth decay? Brush up on your Bible.

17. Exercise daily -walk with the Lord.

18. Never give the devil a ride – he will always want to drive.

19. Nothing else ruins the truth like stretching it.

20. Compassion is difficult to give away because it keeps coming back.

21. He who angers you controls you.

22. Worry is the darkroom in which negatives can develop.

23. Give Satan an inch & he’ll be a ruler.

24. Be ye fishers of men – You catch them & He’ll clean them.

25. God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

Quiet minds

20 mandag des 2010

Posted by astridterese in Dikt

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Tags

Christianity, Dikt, God, pem, poetry

When troubles come your way,
And life seems all uphill,
Find a quiet corner,
Take a rest, and just be still.

The future may look bleak;
You can see no end in sight;
God will find you in that corner
And help you put things right.

Quiet minds can hear more clearly
The voice that speaks within,
So heed His words of wisdom,
Then the healing will begin.

You’ll find your mind is calmer;
Your tensions start to ease:
God has taken all your worries
And filled your heart with peace.

Author unknown

Fredagsdikt XII

05 fredag nov 2010

Posted by astridterese in Bilder, Dikt, Film

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be kind, Christianity, Dikt, heathrow, poem, poetry, you tube

Let me be a little kinder,

let me be a little blinder,

to the faults of those about me.

Let me praise a little more.

Let me be when I am weary;

just a little bit more cheery.

Let me serve a little better

those that I am striving for.

Let me be a little braver,

when temptation bids me waver.

Let me strive a little harder

to be all I should be.

Let me be a little meeker

with the brother that is weaker.

Let me think more of my neighbor

and a little less of me.

~ Edgar Guest

When I Say «I Am A Christian»

22 fredag okt 2010

Posted by astridterese in Dikt

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Carol Wimmer, Christianity, Dikt, poem, poetry

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I’m not shouting «I am saved»
I’m whispering «I get lost!»
«That is why I chose this way.»

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble
and need someone to be my guide.

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak
and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed
and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I’m not claiming to be perfect,
my flaws are too visible
but God believes I’m worth it.

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches
which is why I seek His name.

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority.
I only know I’m loved.

Author Carol Wimmer


The 7-ups

09 lørdag okt 2010

Posted by astridterese in Tro

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

bibelvers, Bible, Christianity, dress-up, faith, Filliperne, Galaterbrevet, galatians, God, Ordspråkene, philippians, Proverbs, psalms, Salmene, Samuel, tro, wake up

1. Wake Up !!

Decide to have a good day.
‘This is the day the Lord hath made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.’
Psalms 118:24

2. Dress Up !!

The best way to dress up is to put on a smile.
A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.
‘The Lord does not look at the things man looks at.
Man looks at outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.’
I Samuel 16:7

3. Shut Up!!

Say nice things and learn to listen.
God gave us two ears and one mouth,
so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking.
‘He who guards his lips guards his soul.’
Proverbs 13:3

4. Stand Up!!

. . . for what you believe in.
Stand for something or you will fall for anything.
‘Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time,
we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good…’
Galatians 6:9-10

5. Look Up !!

. . to the Lord.
‘I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me’.
Philippians 4:13

6. Reach Up !!

. . for something higher.
‘Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
and lean not unto your own understanding.
In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your path.’
Proverbs 3:5-6

7. Lift Up !!

. . your Prayers.
‘Do not worry about anything; instead
Pray about everything.’
Philippians 4:6

God on the mountain is still God in the vally

29 søndag aug 2010

Posted by astridterese in Å være menneske, Musikk, Tro

≈ 2 Comments

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Christianity, God, God on the mountain, kristendom, Sebastian, Vidar, you tube

Denne helgen har vi hatt barnebarnet vårt, Sebastian, her og da blir det ikke mye datatid! Dagen flyr forbi og om kvelden er det godt å bare sette seg ned med en bok. I tillegg har både Vidar og jeg fått en skikkelig lei forkjølelse. Typen som får deg til å ville ligge strekk ut, men som forhindrer deg å gjøre det fordi du da ikke får puste!

I dag blir det derfor ikke et innlegg om neste forfatter, men en sang jeg fikk på mail fra min venninne Felicia i India.

Precious Lord, lead me home

07 lørdag aug 2010

Posted by astridterese in Å være menneske, Musikk, Tro

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Christianity, faith, God, Gud, kristendom, precious Lord lead me home, sang, Thomas A. Dorsey, tro

Jeg fant denne historien, skrevet av Thomas Andrew Dorsey, og syntes den var så sorgfull og trist, men vakker, at jeg ville dele den. (Hele historien er Dorseys ord og ikke mine men jeg har ikke lagt den ut som sitat siden en hel historie i sitat form ville bli litt vanskelig å lese.)

Back in 1932, I was 32 years old and a fairly new husband. My wife, Nettie and I were living in a little apartment on Chicago’s Southside. One hot August afternoon I had to go to St. Louis, where I was to be the featured soloist at a large revival meeting. I didn’t want to go. Nettie was in the last month of pregnancy with our first child. But a lot of people were expecting me in St. Louis. I kissed Nettie good-bye, clattered downstairs to our Model A and in a fresh Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago on Route 66.

However, outside the city, I  discovered that in my anxiety at leaving, I had forgotten my music case. I wheeled around and headed back. I found  Nettie sleeping peacefully. I hesitated by her bed… something was strongly telling me to stay. But eager to get on my way and not wanting to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the feeling and quietly slipped out of the room with my music.

The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me to sing again and again. When I finally sat down a messenger boy ran up with a Western Union telegram. I ripped open the envelope. Pasted  on the yellow sheet were the words:  YOUR WIFE JUST  DIED.

People were happily singing and clapping around me but I could hardly keep from crying  out. I rushed to a phone and called home. All I  could hear on the other end was «Nettie is dead. Nettie is dead.»

When I got back I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy. I swung between grief and joy. Yet that night the baby died. I buried Nettie and our little boy together in the same casket. Then I fell apart. For days I closeted myself. I felt that God had done me an injustice. I didn’t want to serve Him any more or write gospel songs.

I just wanted to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well. But then as I hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought  back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis.  Something kept telling me to stay with Nettie. Was that something God? Oh, if I  had paid more attention to Him that day, I would have stayed and been with Nettie when she died.

From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him. But still I was lost in grief. Everyone was kind to me especially a friend, Professor Fry, who seemed to know what I  needed. On the following Saturday evening he took me up to Malone’s Poro College, a neighborhood music school. It was quiet, the  late evening sun crept through the curtained windows. I sat down at the piano and my hands began to browse over the keys. Something happened to me then. I felt at peace. I felt as though I could reach out and touch God. I found myself playing a melody, once into my head the words just seemed to fall into place:

Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand!  I  am tired, I am weak, I am worn, through the storm, through the night lead me on to the light, Take my hand, precious Lord, Lead me home.

The Lord gave me these words and melody. He also healed my spirit. I learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest and when we are  most open to His restoring power.

And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully until that day comes when He will take me and gently lead me home.

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It is only a tiny rosebud

22 torsdag jul 2010

Posted by astridterese in Å være menneske, Dikt, Tro

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blomster, Christianity, Dikt, God, Gud, poem, poetry, rose, rosebud, tro

«It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God’s design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.»

«The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so easily,
But in my hands they die.»

«If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God’s design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?»

«So I’ll trust in God for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance
In each step of the way.»

«The path that lies before me,
Only my Lord knows.
I’ll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.»

author unknown


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