Daily Affirmations
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Because of all you have done for me God, I present my body to you as a living sacrifice for this day. I want to be transformed by the renewing of my mind, affirming that your will for me is good and acceptable and perfect.
I have been crucified with you, Jesus; and it is no longer I who live, but Jesus, you now live in me; and the life in which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me, and delivered Himself up for me. I have forgiveness from the penalty of sin because Jesus died for me. I have freedom from the power of sin because I died with Jesus. I have fulfillment for this day because Jesus lives in me. By faith, I will allow Jesus to manifest His life through me. Holy Spirit, would You control and fill me for this day? I want to be filled with the Spirit. When I walk by the Spirit, I will not carry out the desires of the flesh. If I live by the Spirit, I will als0 walk by the Spirit. I pray for the fruit of the Spirit now this day: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Love is patient, love is kind, and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own and is not provoked. Love does not take into account a wrong suffered; love does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things. I want to love You, Lord my God with all my heart, and all my soul, and with all of my mind, and I want to love my neighbor correctly, and love others compassionately. I will seek first your kingdom and your righteousness. I have been called to follow Jesus and to be a fisher of men. I will be a witness to those who do not know you and participate in the Great Commission to go and make disciples. I want to glorify You Father by bearing much fruit, and so prove to be a disciple of Jesus Christ of Nazareth. Lord Jesus, today I consecrate to You, all rights to myself. I am Yours. I will trust in you, Lord, with all my heart and not lean on my own understanding. In all my ways I will acknowledge You, and You will make my paths straight. I give you this day and I trust You completely. I will give my best effort in all that I do today. At the same time I will rest in You. |
"Happy moments" Praise God
"Difficult Moments" Seek God
"Quit Moments" Worship God
"Painful Moments" Trust God
"Every Moment" Thank God
There's a little country church, on a hill outside of town.
The paint is cracked and peeling, and the ceiling's sagging down. It's not a grand cathedral, but God's Spirit dwells within; and it offers a sweet refuge, from the outside world of sin.
There's no fancy stained glass windows, or gold upon the door. The pews are scarred and battered, and there's scuff marks on the floor. But there's no place this side of heaven,
where you know I'd rather be, than that little country church,
where God's Spirit speaks to me.
O, that little country church has been weathered by the years.
And it's seen its share of sorrow, and its seen its share of tears.
There's been many won to Jesus, who've rejected sin and shame, in that little country church, where everybody knows your name.
In that little country church, I feel God's Spirit close to me.
And the warmth of being sheltered, in a loving family.
And the door is always open, if you truly seek His will,
and the void within a sinful heart, the Holy Ghost will fill.
In that little country church, I know that someday I will lie.
Within an open coffin so my friends can say goodbye,
But I'll be lookin down from heaven, when they lay me neath the sod, and there'll be no tearful mourning, for they'll know I'm home with God. "Author Fred Parker"
The paint is cracked and peeling, and the ceiling's sagging down. It's not a grand cathedral, but God's Spirit dwells within; and it offers a sweet refuge, from the outside world of sin.
There's no fancy stained glass windows, or gold upon the door. The pews are scarred and battered, and there's scuff marks on the floor. But there's no place this side of heaven,
where you know I'd rather be, than that little country church,
where God's Spirit speaks to me.
O, that little country church has been weathered by the years.
And it's seen its share of sorrow, and its seen its share of tears.
There's been many won to Jesus, who've rejected sin and shame, in that little country church, where everybody knows your name.
In that little country church, I feel God's Spirit close to me.
And the warmth of being sheltered, in a loving family.
And the door is always open, if you truly seek His will,
and the void within a sinful heart, the Holy Ghost will fill.
In that little country church, I know that someday I will lie.
Within an open coffin so my friends can say goodbye,
But I'll be lookin down from heaven, when they lay me neath the sod, and there'll be no tearful mourning, for they'll know I'm home with God. "Author Fred Parker"
Walking Tall Southern Oregon
Mission Statement
Compassionate life coaching men, establishing permanent connections with Christian faith-based mentorship, who will focus on teen young men to create hands-on experiences for job readiness, which will build personal respect, integrity and character.
The Vision
Walking Tall inspires one another not by the things we say but by the things we do. By believing that, we can be assured that Godliness will be passed on in ways we don’t expect to the most helpless among us.
A 501c3 non-profit mentoring program for young men 7th through 12th grade.
Kids are always looking for role models to imitate, but many are growing up in without a positive relationships where they have no good role models to follow. Our Walking Tall mentoring program provide kids with long term trusting relationships with adults that form the foundation for healthy influence.
Visit us at our website: http://walkingtallso.org/
Compassionate life coaching men, establishing permanent connections with Christian faith-based mentorship, who will focus on teen young men to create hands-on experiences for job readiness, which will build personal respect, integrity and character.
The Vision
Walking Tall inspires one another not by the things we say but by the things we do. By believing that, we can be assured that Godliness will be passed on in ways we don’t expect to the most helpless among us.
A 501c3 non-profit mentoring program for young men 7th through 12th grade.
Kids are always looking for role models to imitate, but many are growing up in without a positive relationships where they have no good role models to follow. Our Walking Tall mentoring program provide kids with long term trusting relationships with adults that form the foundation for healthy influence.
Visit us at our website: http://walkingtallso.org/
For some very insightful Reading take a few minutes to
visit Deanna Chadwell's website.
http://www.ASingleWindow.com
For a small taste of Deana's awareness read the following paragraph she wrote.
"I’ve spent my life looking through different windows and I now stand at one that I find truly amazing. The longer I look through this window the more light it lets in, the wider the view, the clearer the vistas. I’m still looking with my human eyes, so I I’m misunderstanding some of the things I see, but I have faith that eventually the Son will illuminate and clarify all."
http://www.ASingleWindow.com
"I’ve spent my life looking through different windows and I now stand at one that I find truly amazing. The longer I look through this window the more light it lets in, the wider the view, the clearer the vistas. I’m still looking with my human eyes, so I I’m misunderstanding some of the things I see, but I have faith that eventually the Son will illuminate and clarify all."
http://www.ASingleWindow.com
HANDS
I'll never look at my hands the same! Grandpa sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat, I wondered if he was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice. "I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to him. "Have you ever looked at your hands," he asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?" I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making. Grandpa smiled and related this story: "Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled, and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They trembled and shook when I buried my parents and walked my daughter down the aisle. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day, when not much of anything else of me works real well, these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ." I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandpa's hands and led him home. When my hands are hurt or sore I think of Grandpa. I know he has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's continue praying for one another Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both. Passing this on to one not considered a friend is something Christ would have done.
I'll never look at my hands the same! Grandpa sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat, I wondered if he was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice. "I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to him. "Have you ever looked at your hands," he asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?" I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making. Grandpa smiled and related this story: "Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled, and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They trembled and shook when I buried my parents and walked my daughter down the aisle. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day, when not much of anything else of me works real well, these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ." I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandpa's hands and led him home. When my hands are hurt or sore I think of Grandpa. I know he has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's continue praying for one another Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both. Passing this on to one not considered a friend is something Christ would have done.
WHAT IF?
What if an unexpected, beautifully gilded and decorated special delivery letter was delivered to your home this morning, and what if that letter said you were leaving the earth and had an appointment to meet God TODAY at 5:00 p.m.?
What would you do ... and what would you WISH you had done before 5:00 p.m. today? What would YOU be leaving undone?
Well, I've been thinking a lot about that scenario lately, as I am sure you will when you know your life is approaching the winter of life, or perhaps the end of your earthly days. It is crystal clear to me what are the most important things in life, and what things doesn't seem to matter as much any more.
1. Does every extraordinarily special person in your life KNOW how precious they are to you? My loved ones would probably be my first thought! Have you kissed them, hugged them and told them how extremely lovely they are to you enough for eternity? Have you spent all the special moments you can with them that will last to the end of time? On the other hand, have you mended and repaired any discord or interrupted relationships with your loved ones? Would your heart have no regret?
2. Have you loved your neighbors as yourself? Have you been a blessing to people in need? Have you given back to your community? Would your conscience have no regret?
2. Have you done everything you dreamed of doing in this life, and experienced and seen the places and people on this planet you daydreamed about before you are gone from here forever? Have you realized that our time on earth is not infinite, it is finite and will end, and that every day is a gift? Would you regret you never followed those dreams?
3. Is there some special passion you were drawn to do that you KNEW was preordained for you, and that you were lazy about and never seemed to have the time for? Will you regret that lost passion?
3. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY OF ALL, have you met Jesus yet? Have you opened the eyes of your heart and found HIM? Do you realize that He is the conduit to Heaven, and that He is the ONLY WAY to get into heaven? Will your soul have no regret?
John 3:16 - “For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
John 14:16 - Jesus said ... "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me."
Bring it back Lord.
On a Sunny summer afternoon 2021 I left Merlin riding my motorcycle northbound on I-5 to the Wolf Creek exit. Not having a destination in mind I decided to follow the road on the east side of the freeway. After a few miles I came to "Golden", a historical community and now a Oregon State Heritage Site. There were a handful of small restored buildings and a three memorial stones inscribed from a couple of Veterans born in the early 1900's and a lady gold miner also from the same era. What really caught my eye in this small mining community was the Golden church. After grabbing my camera and shooting a number of photo's from outside the church I noticed the door was open. As I climbed the stairs to the entrance I thought to myself what a perfect time and location to pray at the alter. I walked by the pews nearing the pulpit and then dropped to my knees, bowed my head and prayed. As I was finishing with an "AMEN" I looked up and noticed there was no cross anywhere to be seen. While standing up my thoughts went back to earlier that day during devotion the message I received was "It's All About The Cross". This church was missing the reason for the season. I exited the church took a few more photo's of the area and jumped on my bike and headed home.
That evening I felt inspired to share my new discovery of the Golden community and it's church. I opened my website and went to the "Walking the Walk" page. Toward the bottom of the page I have a section called "Randy's Scratch Pad." Often after hearing a sermon, reading a morning devotion, or feeling inspired by the Spirit I put my thoughts into words. I had about a dozen or so written prayers and or celestial impressions. I began by writing about the days experience then downloaded a photo of the exterior of the church. Downloading the second picture is when the Power of Darkness arrived. It was a photo of the interior of the church with no cross... During the process of adding this picture the entire section of Randy's Scratch Pad disappeared. My first reaction was immediate anxiety and panic. My heart sunk as I stumbled through the somber harshness of this loss. It was like an attack of my personal growth. It had stole my spiritual gift. Then it came to me! I hadn't saved the changes so if I closed the website and then returned all but what I had just added should reappear. After a deep breath and a short prayer I tried this method with no avail. Satan was in his attack mode. I felt like a flat tire, deflated and a heavy heart I went to bed.
The following morning I was confused if the loss of my writings were because of something I had wrote and God was holding me accountable, or was it Satan waging war against me? I prayed and then phoned Pastor Nick to help clarify my thoughts. After listening to my story Nick believes that I was led to the church by Jesus and Satan was there waiting and tried to derail my mission.
I now knew my calling was to bring a Cross to this small church in Golden. A few days passed and my wife and I flew out of state for a long weekend together. When we returned a friend called and invited me to attend a Men's Breakfast the following Saturday morning. That morning after fellowshipping with the guys I asked around if anyone might have a cross. No one did so I jumped in my truck and headed home. A short distance after leaving I passed an estate sale. I thought about stopping but continued on. I heard God saying turn around and go back. Who am I to argue? As I drove down the long driveway I was convinced I would find a cross. I bypassed the first area and went to the second setting. I found a lady that was helping customers and told her my story and asked if she had a cross. We looked all over and she even took me back to some Christmas items not for sale yet. With no results I thanked her and made my way to the other area. Another lady greeted me and asked if she could be of help. Again I repeated my story and asked if she had a cross. After a few minutes of looking around she said she may have one inside her home. She headed off through the gate, by the dogs and disappeared into a building. With my delight she returned with a beautiful cross made from used horseshoes. Perfect for what I was looking for. I purchased it and headed home gleaming with joy. As you can see from the photo below a cross has been lifted in this small church. Halleluiah
On a Sunny summer afternoon 2021 I left Merlin riding my motorcycle northbound on I-5 to the Wolf Creek exit. Not having a destination in mind I decided to follow the road on the east side of the freeway. After a few miles I came to "Golden", a historical community and now a Oregon State Heritage Site. There were a handful of small restored buildings and a three memorial stones inscribed from a couple of Veterans born in the early 1900's and a lady gold miner also from the same era. What really caught my eye in this small mining community was the Golden church. After grabbing my camera and shooting a number of photo's from outside the church I noticed the door was open. As I climbed the stairs to the entrance I thought to myself what a perfect time and location to pray at the alter. I walked by the pews nearing the pulpit and then dropped to my knees, bowed my head and prayed. As I was finishing with an "AMEN" I looked up and noticed there was no cross anywhere to be seen. While standing up my thoughts went back to earlier that day during devotion the message I received was "It's All About The Cross". This church was missing the reason for the season. I exited the church took a few more photo's of the area and jumped on my bike and headed home.
That evening I felt inspired to share my new discovery of the Golden community and it's church. I opened my website and went to the "Walking the Walk" page. Toward the bottom of the page I have a section called "Randy's Scratch Pad." Often after hearing a sermon, reading a morning devotion, or feeling inspired by the Spirit I put my thoughts into words. I had about a dozen or so written prayers and or celestial impressions. I began by writing about the days experience then downloaded a photo of the exterior of the church. Downloading the second picture is when the Power of Darkness arrived. It was a photo of the interior of the church with no cross... During the process of adding this picture the entire section of Randy's Scratch Pad disappeared. My first reaction was immediate anxiety and panic. My heart sunk as I stumbled through the somber harshness of this loss. It was like an attack of my personal growth. It had stole my spiritual gift. Then it came to me! I hadn't saved the changes so if I closed the website and then returned all but what I had just added should reappear. After a deep breath and a short prayer I tried this method with no avail. Satan was in his attack mode. I felt like a flat tire, deflated and a heavy heart I went to bed.
The following morning I was confused if the loss of my writings were because of something I had wrote and God was holding me accountable, or was it Satan waging war against me? I prayed and then phoned Pastor Nick to help clarify my thoughts. After listening to my story Nick believes that I was led to the church by Jesus and Satan was there waiting and tried to derail my mission.
I now knew my calling was to bring a Cross to this small church in Golden. A few days passed and my wife and I flew out of state for a long weekend together. When we returned a friend called and invited me to attend a Men's Breakfast the following Saturday morning. That morning after fellowshipping with the guys I asked around if anyone might have a cross. No one did so I jumped in my truck and headed home. A short distance after leaving I passed an estate sale. I thought about stopping but continued on. I heard God saying turn around and go back. Who am I to argue? As I drove down the long driveway I was convinced I would find a cross. I bypassed the first area and went to the second setting. I found a lady that was helping customers and told her my story and asked if she had a cross. We looked all over and she even took me back to some Christmas items not for sale yet. With no results I thanked her and made my way to the other area. Another lady greeted me and asked if she could be of help. Again I repeated my story and asked if she had a cross. After a few minutes of looking around she said she may have one inside her home. She headed off through the gate, by the dogs and disappeared into a building. With my delight she returned with a beautiful cross made from used horseshoes. Perfect for what I was looking for. I purchased it and headed home gleaming with joy. As you can see from the photo below a cross has been lifted in this small church. Halleluiah
A couple days after Christmas during devotion I read about the impact of looking through the lens of Jesus can have on us. I closed my eyes and prayed for direction. Within a few moments I envisioned the small church I had visited a few months ago. Jesus was leading me back to the small community of Golden. I grabbed my camera jumped in my truck and headed that way. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. My hope is that through the following photos you can feel the warmth that came to my heart on that cold winter day. I'm convinced God communicates to us in many different ways. The question is do we listen?
This morning I asked God to help me pray. Shortly after I envisioned using my camera with a telescopic lens to focus on Jesus. As I aimed and brought his image into focus he seemed very small and far away. I then thought to myself I had already invited Jesus into my home and I did not need a telescopic lens. I needed to exchange it for a wide angle. What a difference! It widened my view and brought Jesus really close. His warmth was felt, I could hear his whispers and felt his love.
Scott and Alicia, Johnny and Adrienne,
Your walk with Jesus and gracious heart's continually touch others. For me as a Father, I am at peace knowing your future is sealed. Thank you and God Bless, Dad
Your walk with Jesus and gracious heart's continually touch others. For me as a Father, I am at peace knowing your future is sealed. Thank you and God Bless, Dad
Listening:
10/26/2022
Drawing a blank? Open your heart, Allow the Spirit to work within.
Listen, Quietly allow the WORD to penetrate your mind soul and body.
Feast, Give us this day our daily BREAD
Fire, Abstain from temptation. Do not allow the HEAT of SIN to scorch your soul.
Singing, Words of praise outwardly raising our Creator.
Forgive, Not only are we forgiven by the grace of God we are instructed to forgive those that have trespassed against us.
Unravel my skepticism, Without faith it is impossible to please God.
Relationship vs Rules, Choose wisely! God seeks a relationship. The Bible provides us with answers.
MERCY, Gods mercy is never ending. More than all our SINS combined.
In AWE of, as I sit quietly listening I thought of God's PURITY! HOW PURE? So much so if we were allowed access to see GOD our hearts would stop and we would die... That is so pure it is beyond our capabilities of realization.
Describe your RELATIONSHIP with God. This is not a question but a request. Easier said than done!
My relationship is steadily GROWING each day. Digging deeper to unleash the truth. OBEDIANCE, LOVE, FAITH, TRUST, COMPASSION, FORGIVING... slowly maturing.
God's shining Light, May our walk be a reflection of Gods WORD to those in need. We are not the provider of light but a reflector of light through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Cold Hearted, Be careful not to close the door to salvation. God wants more than an educated Christian! He is looking for a warm, compassionate, open, heart felt and expressive two way relationship with you.
Confusion to Recognition, Move your mind from a point of confusion to hearing God. Start with solitude while reading and devotion. Secondly, passionately pray from your heart. Afterword's spend several minutes being quiet and listening. God will unravel the confusion and give clarity.
Ten Commandments, These are not suggestions they are COMMANDMENTS written in stone. Don't take them lightly!
Responsibility, It is one thing to read, study and learn God's Word but it is another thing to be Responsive and act upon his message. Take initiative and make sure you are not just Talking the Walk but Walking the Walk.
Go with the flow, of what God determined all of history to do. Listen to Gods direction for you. Floating down a stream on an innertube navigating through the current under the warm son is refreshing and wonderful. Conversely, trying to paddle upstream is miserable. BE ONE WITH CHRIST, FOCUS ON CHRIST, LIVE FOR CHRIST.
BLUE in scripture is the color of Heaven, The Israelites roaming the wilderness were instructed to have a blue fringe around the bottom of their garment to continually remind them of heaven. If you remove heaven from the equation you will be depressed, the key to being happy and joyful on earth is to live for heaven.
God given gifts, If it is unclear to you what gift(s) God has provided for you pray and ask God to reveal them.
Devotion, Be careful after a teaching of the word to not close the pages and dismiss or ignore the truth. Open your heart and follow the Spirit. Close the book but absorb and travel in the message.
I often awake in the early morning and begin communicating to God regarding concerns. Usually my thoughts begin scrambled with little clarity. As I replace words or complete sentences focus slowly starts. I consciously begin prayer! I deliberately try to listen to Gods word but only hear my own voice. This morning I finally realized how the process was working. When I excepted Jesus as my savior he began to reside within. My ear hears my own voice but it is Jesus speaking through me....