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"He makes all things beautiful in Him time." ~Ecclesiastes 3:11

 

 

For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them. ~Matthew 18:20

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He Maketh No Mistakes!

 My Father’s way may twist and turn,

My heart may throb and ache.

But in my soul I’m glad I know,

He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,

My hopes may fade away,

But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,

For He doth know the way.

Tho’night be dark and it may seem

That day will never break;

I’ll pin my faith, my all in Him,

He maketh no mistake.

There’s so much now I cannot see,

My eyesight’s far too dim;

But come what may, I’ll simply trust

And leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift

And plain it all He’ll make.

Through all the way, tho’dark to me,

He made not one mistake.

 

 

HE CALLS THEM BY NAME -----
by Max Lucado
 
When I see a flock of sheep I see exactly that, a flock. A rabble of
wool. A herd of hooves. I don't see a sheep. I see sheep. All alike.
None different. That's what I see.
 
But not so with the shepherd.
 
To him every sheep is different. Every face is special. Every face
has a story. And every sheep has a name.
 
The shepherd knows his sheep. He calls them by name.
 
When we see a crowd, we see exactly that, a crowd. Filling a stadium or flooding a mall. When we see a crowd, we see people, not persons, but people. A herd of humans. A flock of faces. That's what we see.
 
But not so with the Shepherd. To him every face is different. Every
face is a story. Every face is a child. Every child has a name.
 
The Shepherd knows his sheep. He knows each one by name. The Shepherd knows you. He knows your name. And he will never forget it. I have written your name on my hand (Isa. 49:16).
 
Quite a thought, isn't it? Your name on God's hand. Your name on
God's lips. Maybe you've seen your name in some special places. On an award or diploma or walnut door. Or maybe you've heard your name from some important people-a coach, a celebrity, a teacher. But to think that your name is on God's hand and on God's lips . . . my, could it be?
 
Or perhaps you've never seen your name honored. And you can't
remember when you heard it spoken with kindness. If so, it may be
more difficult for you to believe that God knows your name.
 
But he does. Written on his hand. Spoken by his mouth. Whispered by his lips. Your name.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Origin of Song Take My Hand Precious Lord...
 
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 mein 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 rushe 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 baby 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 theafternoon 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, one into my head-they 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.
 
 -Tommy Dorsey
 
 
 
 
 
WHAT IF
What if God decided to stop leading us tomorrow because we didn't follow Him today?

What if God wouldn't take the time to bless us today because we wouldn't take the time to thank Him yesterday?

What if we never saw another flower bloom because we complained when God sent the Rain?

What if God didn 't walk with us today because we failed to recognize that every day is a gift from Him?

What if, God took away the Bible tomorrow because we would not read it today?

What if, God took away His message because we failed to listen to the
messenger?

What if, the door of the church was closed because we did not open the door of our heart?

What if, God stopped loving and caring for us because we failed to love and care for others?

What if, God would not hear us today because we would not listen to Him yesterday?

What if, God answered our prayers the way we answer His call to service?

What if, God met our needs the way we give Him our lives?

I believe this has to be the BEST "What if".......
What if.... God didn't send His only begotten Son, because He wanted
us to be prepared to pay the price for sin?

Think about it, and Thank God for what He did...... because He didn't have to!!!!!