I got em'! I got em'!

And I absolutely LOVE them! 

A dream come true and another 50 in 1001....completed. ;)

Fight Another Day

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Standing on the Promises

For all the promises of God in Him are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us.

2 Corinthians 1:20

Russell Kelso Carter, author of this hymn, was an athlete, educator, rancher, preacher, and physician. Here is his condensed story:

From my birth in 1849, I was surrounded by Christian influences. My father stood for nearly half a century in the rank of Christian workers in Baltimore; by his side I had the example of a patient, loving mother. I cannot remember when I was not subject to deep convictions of sin; yet as a school boy, I wandered from the truth until age fifteen, when, under the influence of the cadet prayer-meeting in the Pennsylvania Military Academy, I repented and dedicated my life to Jesus.

But I made a common mistake; I didn't forsake my old companions and habits, and for fourteen years I lived the up-and-down experience so familiar to the average church member. I never enjoyed myself so much as when working in Mr. Moody's meetings in Baltimore; yet even up to that time I was continually slipping and falling. My soul cried for deliverance, and God's unlimited promises stood out like stars above me. But I wasn't willing to pay the price.

In the summer of 1879, my heart, which had been chronically diseased for seven years, resisting the remedies of physicians, and, refusing to grow better even after three years of sheep-ranching in California, suddenly broke down so seriously as to bring me to the verge of the grave. I had heard of the "power of faith" for healing, but I felt persuaded it would border on blasphemy to ask God for a strength which I didn't propose to use wholly for Him.

Kneeling in my mother's room, I prayed. All doubtful things were swept aside. I meant every word, and I have never had any doubts about it since. A quietness came over me and I found the Bible wonderfully open and marvelously satisfying, as it had never been before.

Feeling all the more impressed with God's healing promises, I concluded to go to Boston and ask for prayer and anointing. I was terribly weak, but I went. I will only add that I returned in three days, walking by faith, and not by feeling, resumed my college work in September, and at once engaged in all kinds of religious work. I was healed by the power of God alone. Praise the Lord!

Taken from the book: Then Sings My Soul

girls + apples

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Girls

are like apples on trees.

The best ones are at the top of the tree.

The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.

Instead, they get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.

So the apples up top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing.

They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

Which "apple" are you?

-Borrowed

Rules for Successful Living

Make few promises.
Always speak the truth.
Live within your means.
Never speak evil of anyone.
Keep good company or none.
Never play games of chance.
Drink no intoxicating drinks.
Good character is above everything else.
Keep your own secrets if you have any.
Never borrow if you can possible avoid it.
Do not marry until you are able to support your wife.
Keep yourself honest if you would be happy.
When you speak to a person, look into his eyes.
Make not haste to be rich, if you would prosper.
Save when you are young to spend when you are old.
Never run into debt, unless you see a way out again.
Good company and good conversation are the sinews of virtue.
Your character cannot be badly hurt except by your own vices.
If anyone speaks evil of you, let your life be so that no one will believe it.
Never be idle, if your hands cannot be employed usefully, attend to the culture of your mind.

-Borrowed from former President James Garfield