While counting my blessings each day, Moving forward on life’s way, I’m reminded of the Gift I have In Jesus, With His uplifting words He has to say. He’s brought a message of hope, When trials overcame; These tidings filled with love, I’ve returned to others the same. When my faith has been tried, And my heart needs a lift, God has sent His Son, His precious and glorious Gift.
Message of the Day / Prayers in English / Stories
by Jesus - My Great Master · Published August 8, 2013
Father thank you for being a loving caring God. Thank you for all the blessings including our daily bread. Thank you for Jesus and the precious blood that he once shed. Thank you for giving me these eyes that I may see. The beauties of this wonderful earth. Trees, Birds, the Flowers and all that you created for me. Thank you for the people that come into our lives. The children that we love so much. Our neighbors and our wives. Thank you for the Christians that stand up for Jesus each day. No matter what this world may think....
One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise. As the beauty of God’s creation is beyond description. As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work. As I sat there, I felt the Lord’s presence with me. He asked me, “Do you love me?” I answered, “Of course, God! You are my Lord and Savior!” Then He asked, “If you were physically handicapped, would you still love me?” I was perplexed. I looked down upon my arms, legs and the rest of my body and wondered how many things I wouldn’t be able to do,...
Since time immemorial the waves have roared Lashing and forming the sandy shores, Then still, then storm, then high, then low; Breaking where seawater ebb and flow. In perfect rhythm the tides come in – High and low and neap and spring, Ceaselessly moving and shaping the land; Breaking the shells into soft, white sand. So too with us – with you and with me; Throughout our lives we unceasingly see God’s Hand within our calm and our storm Shaping us from the day we are born. When things get tough we should not despair: The Lord is in our...
I’m really interested in story about a small candle carried by a man who was climbing the stairs of a lighthouse. In their way up to the top, the candle asked the man, “Where are we going?” “We’re going to the top of this lighthouse and give signals to the big ships on the ocean,” the man answered. “What? How could it be possible for me with my small light to give signals to those big ships?” “They will never be able to see my light”, replied the candle weakly. “That’s your part. If your light is small, let it...
