Hello my friends! What a nice job Julie did for the thread! Thank you, Julie!! That worked much better than just using the same thread for the two days. It was a nice two days visiting my sisters, however, Sister LaDonna, whose birthday we came for was sick and couldn't be there! She called and her voice sounded awful, sore throat and fever. So we went anyway because we had all the food made, and Ethel couldn't freeze her salad, we went and had a good time anyway. Today was really laid back, I picked bunch of raspberries, ate left-overs, and rested. Not going to any fireworks either. Nothing is in writing yet, but Darla has accepted the job but she asked if possibly more money, the Dean is checking into it and will let her know Monday. But when she gave her notice her boss understood and was nice about it, being she didn't get her tenue and was only allowed one more year there anyway. Her boss didn't blame her one bit. This was a Miracle answer to prayer!
Learn to forgive. You can never be happy with anger or bitterness in your heart.
Lord, bless me with the ability to forgive those who have offended me.
S C R I P T U R E F O R T H E D A Y
"Store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust
consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your
treasure is, there your heart will be also." ~Matthew 6:20-21
M E D I T A T I O N F O R T H E D A Y
The world wonders when it sees a person who can unexpectedly draw large and
unsuspected sums from the bank for some emergency. But what the world has
not seen is the countless small sums paid into that bank, earned by faithful
work over a long time. And so it is with the bank of the spirit. The world
sees the person of faith make a demand on God's stores of power and the
demand is met. The world does not see what that person has been putting in,
in thanks and praise, in prayer and communion, in small good deeds done
faithfully, steadily over the years.
P R A Y E R F O R T H E D A Y
I pray that I may keep making deposits in God's bank. I pray that I may
always remember the reserve I have built up and the willingness of God to
give me all that I need.
Who Am I?
Only a short while ago the Lord's friends gathered around to hear Him
speak of great and wonderful things. The things of God, eternal things. We
hung on every word, savoring it, digesting it. Now, they are gone and I
alone remain, sitting at His feet. Like a delicate fragrance, the sound of
His voice seems to linger in the air. I breath in the essence of His
presence and sigh. It's good that I should be here; I want to stay forever.
For a moment He shuffles in His seat and I fear that my Lord is going to
leave. My heart sinks until I realize He is leaning forward and reaching out
His hands to me. All at once the child in me comes alive as Jesus lifts me
to His lap and cradles me in His arms. Tears of joy fill my eyes and
overflow, cascading down my cheeks. I weep softly and bury my face in the
folds of His robe as His strong arms close around me.
Who am I that the Lord should hold me so tenderly? Did He hear my
anguished cry for more of Him? Had He peered into the depths of my heart and
dug through the sin and deeply rooted pride and greed and actually found
some good buried there? Is there any good in me? I am still so slow to
learn, so quick to fall. My reasoning weaves a maze through my mind as I try
to comprehend. As Jesus draws me closer to Himself, a thread of gold enters
the woven maze in my mind and I understand. Jesus holds me not because of my
goodness, but His; not because of my love for Him, but rather, because of
His great love for me. My thoughts become a blur, struggling to grasp what
is unimaginable for the human mind. He is able to do exceedingly and
abundantly more than I think or imagine. My Lord and my God loves me. I
savor this delicious morsel of truth as He gently cradles me
in His strong arms like a dear beloved child, and holds me close to His chest.
A favorite Scripture from Isaiah comes to mind:
"You are mine, you are precious in my sight and I
love you." I ponder this, these words meant for me as well.
As I listened to the Savior's heartbeat, He also was listening to mine.
What I couldn't put into words He heard from the cry of my heart. My desire
for Him. My love for Him. My longing to be with Him. And the heartbreaking
sorrow I felt for ever having done anything that put a distance between my
beloved Jesus and I. For a moment He stops rocking me and I can feel His
warm breath on my forehead. He tenderly says, child, look at me. I am
reluctant to look up because I know that my eyes will meet His. What I have
longed for, now suddenly fills me with dread. I fear what He will see in the
face of this unworthy child. His fingers are beneath my chin and He raises
my head until my eyes meet His. What I see is more beautiful than words can
express. In His eyes there is an ocean of love, deeper, wider, and higher
than all the world can contain. His eyes are the color of mercy.
For a moment I feel as if I am
little more than an ant at the foot of the cross, just beginning to
comprehend His love and sacrifice. The King of all the universe is gazing
into my eyes and communicating His love to me.
Jesus' hand is warm against my face. He cups my cheek and wipes away my
tears with His thumb. God's thumb, wiping away my tears. He holds my face
firmly for a moment and looks deep into my eyes as if to say, this is
important, listen to Me. His eyes seem to plead with me as He speaks. He
wants me to understand and believe it. As His eyes fill with tears, He says,
"This is why I did it; so I could hold you and love you for eternity."
TO EACH HIS OWN
-- Author Unknown
I cannot change the way I am,
I never really try,
God made me different and unique,
I never ask him why.
If I appear peculiar,
There's nothing I can do,
You must accept me as I am,
As I've accepted you.
God made a casting of each life,
Then threw the mold away,
Each child is different from the rest,
Unlike as night from day.
So often we will criticize,
The things that others do,
But, do you know, they do not think,
The same as me and you.
So God in all his wisdom,
Who knows us all by name,
He didn't want us to be bored,
That's why we're not the same
Trust in GodInto Thy Hands, O Lord, and into the hands of Thy holy Angels, I commit and entrust this day my soul, my relatives, my benefactors, my friends and enemies, and all Thy Catholic people. Keep us, O Lord, through the day, by the merits and intercession of the Blessed Virgin Mary and of all Thy Saints, from all vicious and unruly desires, from all sins and temptations of the devil, and from sudden and unprovided death and the pains of hell. Enlighten my heart with the grace of Thy Holy Spirit; grant that I may always be obedient to Thy commandments; suffer me not to be separated from Thee, O God, who livest and reignest with God the Father and the same Holy Spirit for ever and ever. Amen.
St. Edmund
July 4
- Jesus Calling
WHEN YOU WORSHIP ME in spirit and truth, you join with choirs of angels who are continually before My throne. Though you cannot hear their voices, your praise and thanksgiving are distinctly audible in heaven. Your petitions are also heard, but it is your gratitude that clears the way to My Heart. With the way between us wide open, My blessings fall upon you in rich abundance. The greatest blessing is nearness to Me – abundant Joy and Peace in My Presence. Practice praising and thanking Me continually throughout this day.
John 4: 23-24 – “Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in the Spirit and in truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks. God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in the Spirit and in truth.”
Psalm 100:4 – “Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name.”
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