Spiritual Uplifting


©Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved

Are you bruised, dear one,
Too much grief to bear?
Call out to the Son;
Give Him all your cares.

“My grace is all you need,”
Peace carols like a bird.
For you His heart did bleed
Lean hard into His word.

Consider the situation:
Which pain is greater to bear…
A body in degradation
Or a spirit in disrepair?

The body moans and groans;
Fails us more each day;
Wears right to the bone;
To dust it will decay.

But the spirit is eternal,
Lives on and on and on.
Mark it in your journal…
To God your soul belongs.

The body rises from ashes,
The rejected spirit, never.
Bodily pain soon passes;
Pain in hell is forever.

Reject His love and grace?
You bring forth His wrath;
From you He turns His face
You’re on a hellish path.

Thank Him for His love,
His pardon for all sins;
The Spirit ascends above,
New life in heaven begins.

Turn your spirit to God;
Grasp His love and grace,
Uplifting you as you plod
Into His heavenly place.

Love Letter

©Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved

 

Have you ever had a glum day and couldn’t get out of it? Sure, we all have. One of mine popped up a few days ago and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t put on that happy face and smile at the world. I guess you’d call me a grump! Ok. Well, out of grumpiness comes a good idea…sometimes.

Remember this tune?–

I’m gonna sit right down

And write myself a letter,

And make believe it came from you.

I’m gonna write words oh, so sweet

They’re gonna knock me off of my feet,

A lot of kisses on the bottom,

I’ll be glad I got ‘em.

I’m gonna smile and say,

“I hope you’re feeling better,”

And close with love, the way you do.

I’m gonna sit right down

And write myself a letter,

And make believe it came from you.

~Fats Waller

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Well, I wrote myself a letter…and told myself all my troubles, my aches and pains, my hopes and dreams, and whatever else was on my heart. And then I e-mailed it…to myself.

Next I wrote myself another letter…this one was from Jesus. “He” reminded me of who I was and how I was supposed to be living. “He” told me again of those wonderful words of life, and the promises he had made to every believer. He knows every heartache, every teardrop, every single burden ever suffered by the human race. And you know what? Peace began to flow like a river and the heaviness of the day was lifted like the dust filled mist on a cool fall morning.

He signed the letter, “Love, Jesus.”

How could I be glum after all that?!

You see, the exercise released the toxic potion within me, and Jesus threw it into the farthest sea. He is the Healer of mankind and can mend all your broken dreams and days. Partake of your daily supplements; they’re written in the Bible. The Holy Spirit will show you the way. Swallow your pride along with the supplements and you’ll heal much faster.

Maybe you will want to write a letter…

Trouble in River City?


Trouble in River City?

©Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved

 

What a beautiful day today! The sky is blue, the breeze is cooling, the birds are singing and all is well…

No–not really. Just look around you; read the newspaper; watch the television news. There’s trouble in “River City” and it starts with “T:” “T” for trials, tribulation, turmoil, tension, and trepidation. Somedays we are so overwhelmed with the struggles of living, we darn near give up. Well, DON’T!

Have you a heart that’s weary
Tending a load of care
Are you a soul that’s seeking rest
From the burden you bear?

Do you know my Jesus
Do you know my friend
Have you heard he loves you
And that he will abide till the end?

— Instrumental —

Who knows your disappointments
Who hears each time you cry
Who understands your heartaches
Who drys the tears from your eyes.

Do you know my Jesus
Do you know my friend
Have you heard he loves you
And that he will abide till the end?

Have you heard he loves you
And that he will abide till the end?…
~Skeeter Davis

Did you know that Jesus sees your every teardrop? Did you know that Jesus knows your pain? Did you know that Jesus is the best friend you’ll ever have?

“Why?” you say.

Because he loves you with a love you’ve never known. It’s a heavenly love. It came down from heaven, and, for over 2,000 years, has spread all over this earth. It comes free of charge, is non-judgmental, is yours for the asking, and you can’t out give it ever. It lasts forever too, just like you.

Jesus loves you so much he wanted you to be loved like God created you to be loved. Once you tell him you want his love, he will come into your heart and stay there forever. Each day of your life will be wrapped in his love, protection, joy, and comfort. The world may deal you hardship, but within your spirit is One who can buffer that with such sweet relief. He’ll go with you through the valleys and up those mountaintops. He is truly the best friend you’ll ever know.

Begin today to know this special person, this superhuman Savior, this wonderful Comforter. Get out your Bible and read about him. Did you know that as you read the Bible, you are being taught by the Holy Spirit? Yes, you are guided and led by the Holy Spirit to the truths that God’s Word reveals to anyone that is thirsty and hungry for true love and eternal security.

Ask Jesus to come into your heart.
Seek to know him.
Knock on the door of his heart and he will let you in.

He’s really there, waiting for you, ready to love and comfort you. As a little child, open your heart and let him in. Make this the best day of your life.

“Have you heard he loves you…?” Yes, you have.

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.”

From Viet Nam and Back

© Jeanne E Webster

Life is filled with many wonders, some shrouded in golden ecstasy while others forever etched with tears from tortured souls. It is an arduous and exhilarating labor, long and short, hopeful and hopeless, fulfilling and fleeting, and promising and forsaking.

Life begins with a scream and ends with a moan, loves one day and hates the next, promises the world with one hand and waves goodbye with the other.

Somewhere in-between these dynamics, babies are born and people die, lovers marry and the disillusioned divorce, families build up and discord knocks down, adults fight and children hurt. Such is life.

Mature life begins with shy smiles, cuddling looks, love oozing from the seams of passion, pure innocence in all its meant-to-be fashion.

Babies are snuggling from the breast, prideful glances exchanged, cooing and oh-so-gentle touches of love, and brief bliss and fulfillment. Home was security until a thing called war bombed the soul out of young hearts just beginning their walk down the aisle of life.

The eruption of a foolhardy war blasted on the idyllic scene and in a few short years, family units deteriorate into shambles, love turns to hate, children tremble in frightening anguish. Parents divorce, bitterly forging a sword of despair and unforgiveness into once solid family trees—forever.

Like animated ghosts of the past, fathers and mothers trod wearily along what’s left of life, separated by wounds too deep to heal and too long ago to remember.  Children are resilient but deeply hurt nonetheless. They reach adulthood and marry, clinging dearly to high hopes, bearing young and slowly beginning their family trees. But all too soon they realize that. . .

“Life begins with a scream and ends with a moan, loves one day and hates the next, promises the world with one hand and waves goodbye with the other.”

A story told by an angel on the wing, carrying heavenward life’s shattered things.

GODSPEED My LOVE

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Somewhere My Love

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 Where are the beautiful days?

Where are the sleigh rides ‘til dawn?

Where are the tender moments of splendor?

Where have they gone…?

Where have they gone…?

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Somewhere, my love, there will be songs to sing,

Although the snow covers the hope of spring.

Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold,

And there are dreams, all that your heart can hold.

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Someday we’ll meet again, my love,

Someday wherever the spring breaks through.

You’ll come to me out of the long ago,

Warm as the wind, soft as the kiss of snow..

Till then, my sweet, think of me now and then.

Godspeed my love ‘til you are mine again.

~~by Paul Francis Webster

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“They shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.”  Isa.  35:10

(A sacred love of long ago.)    white rose

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Forgetting. . .Remembering

 

 Thou shalt love the lord thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul and with all thy might.  Deut. 6:5

God wants his law in our minds not just on tablets of stone. Grow love for God—love does grow. The Holy Spirit initiates growth—seek it—pray for it—expect it!  True love from God is the human response to God’s perfect and infinite compassion.  If we confess and live the confession of faith, love can be:
Kind
Non-bragging
Non-envious
Not rude
Not proud
Not easily provoked
Thinks no evil
Rejoices not in sin
Bears all things
Believes all things
Hopes all things
Endures all things
Never fails.

Phil. 3:13 … forgetting the things that are behind.

 

Thou shalt remember all the way which the Lord thy God led thee.  Deut. 8:2
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Forgetting ills behind me, the sorrows past and gone,
Forgetting all my wanderings, too sad to dwell upon,
Remembering God’s great goodness, in times of stress and strain,
Remembering His restoring, I praise my God again.
Forgetting all my doubting, which dimmed faith’s vision bright,
Forgetting all the earth-clouds, the darkness, gloom and night,
Remembering God’s bright sunshine, and radiance of His face,
Remembering His long patience, I praise my God for grace.
Forgetting all unkindness which friends and foes have shown,
Forgetting and forgiving the wrongs that I have known,
Remembering God provided, unsought, each faithful friend,
Remembering love’s devotion, I’ll praise Him to the end.
Forgetting my repinings, when disappointments came,
Forgetting all the murmurings, which filled my soul with shame,
Remembering God was ever true to His Holy Word,
Remembering He was faithful, I praise my sovereign Lord.

 

~~A.G.

GODSPEED My LOVE

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Somewhere My Love

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 Where are the beautiful days?

Where are the sleigh rides ‘til dawn?

Where are the tender moments of splendor?

Where have they gone…?

Where have they gone…?

.

Somewhere, my love, there will be songs to sing,

Although the snow covers the hope of spring.

Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold,

And there are dreams, all that your heart can hold.

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Someday we’ll meet again, my love,

Someday wherever the spring breaks through.

You’ll come to me out of the long ago,

Warm as the wind, soft as the kiss of snow..

Till then, my sweet, think of me now and then.

Godspeed my love ‘til you are mine again.

~~by Paul Francis Webster

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“They shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.”  Isa.  35:10

(A sacred love of long ago.)    white rose