God's America ~ Joan Clifton Costner



God's America
(Written upon the return of POWs from Vietnam )

America , lift high your many churches
And raise again the song of mighty God!
Our citizens are back in their own country;
Their steps are found upon their native sod!

Through all the technical negotiations,
Our due respect and praise we give these men.
But we know, without the prayer of all the Christians,
Their safe release would've never ever been.

Someday, we'll learn. Oh, help us, God, to remember
That not one breath we draw against Thy will.
Nations rise and fall, at Thy direction,
And leader come with Your permission still.

Let us learn, again, the art of fasting
And praying for our leaders every day.
Let this nation that is known as Christian.
Be quick to say that God restored today.

For though all men may claim the glorious victory,
Still, in our heart we know it was our God.
For, it was not lifeless bodies they returned to us.
It was the living images of God!

America , lift high your many churches!
Peal out the bells and raise your flag up high!
God brought you forth and laid to you a destiny.
America , with God, will never die!
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Hidden Costs ~ Joan Clifton Costner



Hidden Costs

Old man and his wife on the patio square;
In a swinging seat, no one else there.
Others were milling farther out on the grass.
And though none of my business, I finally asked,
"Have you children?" The aging old eyes held mine,
"Yes, three sons ... gone now, for a very long time.

They were young, patriotic, and we knew they would go.
Though mama did beg them to wait, it was, "No."
Jimmy, the oldest, was on Normandy .
Steven held out 'till a day called "D".
David seemed so young. But, we couldn't keep
Him from taggin' along, at his brother's feet.

By now, we'd probably be covered with kids.
Grandchildren, great grands might well have been.
But, they fought for freedom. And always we fly
Our flag so high, on the fourth of July!

On Veterans Day, they place on their graves
Small red, white, and blues. We never miss
The parade and the honor services set.
A lot of important people we've met.

Still, it would have been nice, a grandchild or two;
Someone to care and help you to do
The things that grow harder, each year that we live,
And to see (like others) the "traits" of the kids."

Now, I never lost a son in a war.
Do I pass it lightly? I won't anymore.
For, my own little "grands" play by my chair.
And, it's such sweet pleasure to have them there;
Free and unhampered, delighted with life ...
Causing me to remember how dear the price!
Some lonely old patriots gave more than a son.
We ought to remember what cost freedom's won.


© by Joan Clifton Costner



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American Hurricane Fantasy ~ Joan Clifton Costner


 Play Song America


American Hurricane Fantasy


There
s a warning in the early breeze,
By evening it
s a gale;
A sea upon which any ship
Would not, could not, sail.

The predictions from the weatherman
Are coming true, and fast!
Will these wild and deadly seas
Engulf us all, at last?

America is like this sea;
A tempest, raging wild.
On our knees, we call on God
Like a fragile, frightened, child.

From far across the waves I see,
In cadence with no yield,
A company of heroes marching
Steadfast from Flanders Fields.

Their spirits, joined by patriots
Crossing over tempest waves,
Reach Gettysburg , Arlington ;
Emptying every grave.

Their jaws are set, their eyes like steel,
Demand a full review.
Down Pennsylvania Avenue ,
They
re marching two by two.

The land they paid full measure for;
Laid down their hearts and souls,
And only kept her freedom for
Their tenacious, unyielding, hold ...

Is threatened now by shameless thieves
Who fill their pockets first,
In love with filthy lucre
, still
They seek the bulging purse.

They steal because they can and
No one even slaps their hand.
But, in my dream, those knaves were brought
Before those ghosts to stand.

And as in Daniel
s famed account,
The writing on the wall
Said, "Weighed, weighed, found wanting!"
Through an abyss they began to fall.

Labeled with names we cannot love
(Traitor, liar, thief);
Too guilt
y before these steadfast souls,
To beg for mercy or relief.

And the ghost-like soldiers stood with tears
And watched them disappear
While America (once good
~ once free)
Became slave to the high bidder
s cheer.

Whose slave is she, anyway?
Who holds the trillion note?
Where will they look for integrity to
Guard dispersion of funds without gloat?

Oh, God, grant the miracle we so need
To hold our light up high.
As one, let us bend our knees and pray
For America must not die.
© 2008 by Joan Clifton Costner
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The Man in the Chair ~ Joyce C. Lock

Remember Our Veterans




The Man in the Chair

We like our freedom
And wave our flag;
Love America,
With the good and the bad.
Just don't bother us
Or require a thing.
We're a people with rights,
What 'ere that brings.
Just watch yourself,
Come a shopping sale.
We claim best parking,
Not considering our error.
Before we forward
A Veteran's Day flair,
Consider showing thanks
To the Man in the chair.


In World War II, my father-in-law was shot out of a plane,
left for dead, and thereby lived his remaining years as a paraplegic.
This one is for him.
  




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While I’m Away ~ Joan Clifton Costner


Play Song  Letters From Home


While I’m Away
For sons of Service People

Son, you know my heart is aching
Even though I cannot say.
For, I might make you feel bad
And I’d never act that way.

There are some things a man must answer,
A call and we must go.
We labored hard for this free land.
We’ve battled many foes.

Every night I think about you
And the family, back at home.
I’ll be so glad to finish this;
Come home to never roam.

Now, here it is, your birthday!
We always had such fun!
But, when I’m through and come back home,
You’ll know we’ve just begun.

We’ll play some catch and football,
And grab a fishin’ pole ...
Camp out by the river,
Score a soccer goal.

And, we’ll know what ‘together’ means,
Better even than before;
Live in a safe land, free and brave.
That’s what this action’s for.

But, for right now, let’s make like ‘brave’,
As a boy like you would do.
You’ll grow up in freedom’s land,
With no tyrant ruling you.

I love my God, my country, and,
Son, I love you, too!
On this, your birthday, may I say,
"I’m doing this ... for you!"
© 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner

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Freedom ~ Joan Clifton Costner




“Men will cry, “Peace, Peace!”, but there is no peace….”


Freedom

There can be no freedom
As long as tyrants rage.
No man can truly live, as free,
While terrorist engage
In any action that
Will chill the gentle blood
And bring death and destruction
To those we cherish ~ love.

So, shall we let the heathen rage,
Go on planning evil,
Live in fear and bondage;
Dancing to their frenzied revel?

First, bow our heads. For, there is One
Who loves peace and freedom most,
Then, brings our singers to the front.
Our flag and banners boast
Of freedom ringing through the land
And holding out a helping hand;
Of setting free - supplying needs
Until our neighbor bravely sings,
"I’m Free!"
And, once again we learn, so well,
That fact that only experience tells.
'Freedom is NOT Free!'
© 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner


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IN ANOTHER LAND ... ~ Joan Clifton Costner




IN ANOTHER LAND ...

The children are laughing and screaming delight
At the sounds of the firecrackers, day and night.
The beautiful colors of freedom appear,
With bursts of bright colors high in the air!

I know how they’re feeling. I once was a kid.
Maybe not so elaborate but, I did what they did.
We laughed and we shouted, our freedom assured
Because of what patriots and soldiers endured.

In another land, the sounds that the firecrackers make
Would fill all with fear of another mistake;
In a land where the laughter is only from knaves,
As they torture and lead humans to their own graves.

In a land where their torture is sick to the core,
You hear, are amazed; for some suffered more.
Was it human minds that thought up these acts?
Surely, no human could make such attacks.

A culture set free, once again, cost our blood.
Will the people there pay, realizing the good
That was the gift of American lassies and lads,
Of children who did without Mothers or Dads?

Will they thank, will they praise, will they set aside days
To remember the brave boys who paid; offer praise?
The world hears the pleas, as the good Book says,
"Peace, Peace!" and the rest of the phrase.

The Peacemakers cry, and so it should be,
"Peace! Peace! and be truly free!
Peacemakers, rise to the ultimate call;
Children of God, blest freedom for all!"
© 2004 by Joan Clifton Costner


"Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the Children of God."
Matthew 5:9

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Wave On, Red, White and Blue ~ Joan Clifton Costner





Wave On, Red, White and Blue

There’s a beautiful flag that’s waving;
So special for all of my life;
Many times carried to battle
Over men’s conflicts and strife.
I’ve seen it draped over a casket,
Folded in triangle shape too,
You understand lives were given -
Wave on red, white and blue!

When evil men dare to attack us
Or deal out a terrorist blow;
Our flag is a symbol of status -
Flying high like a torch, up it goes!
On every government building,
Over every ship in the bay,
Every county court house -
Each little church by the way.

And it feels so good the see the red, white and blue
Flying high all across our land,
And there seems to be an endless stream of songs that we sing,
American, God bless you, - hand in hand...
We’ll sing them all together once again...
We’ll raise our flag the highest it has been...
We’ll stand united singing songs of you...

Wave on! Wave on! Bright red, white, and blue!


Joan Clifton Costner




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God's America ~ Joan Clifton Costner


God's America

(Written upon the return of POWs from Vietnam )

America , lift high your many churches
And raise again the song of mighty God!
Our citizens are back in their own country;
Their steps are found upon their native sod!

Through all the technical negotiations,
Our due respect and praise we give these men.
But we know, without the prayer of all the Christians,
Their safe release would've never ever been.

Someday, we'll learn. Oh, help us, God, to remember
That not one breath we draw against Thy will.
Nations rise and fall, at Thy direction,
And leader come with Your permission still.

Let us learn, again, the art of fasting
And praying for our leaders every day.
Let this nation that is known as Christian.
Be quick to say that God restored today.

For though all men may claim the glorious victory,
Still, in our heart we know it was our God.
For, it was not lifeless bodies they returned to us.
It was the living images of God!

America , lift high your many churches!
Peal out the bells and raise your flag up high!
God brought you forth and laid to you a destiny.
America , with God, will never die!


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Prayer For Our Soldiers ~ Joan Clifton Costner



Prayer For Our Soldiers

 
Dear Father in Heaven, we come today, to the throne of grace and peace, bringing our beloved sons and daughters before you, those serving in far away lands and right here in our own country. Lord, we know they are homesick and worried, and hungry for just a look at the people they love. Comfort their hearts and touch also the heart of those who miss their certain ways, their step, their smile. We
pray You will keep them safe from enemies of freedom and out of harm's way. There are wives, children, mothers and fathers with an emptiness inside, Lord, and we pray for them. Let them feel the touch of your presence as You pass by.
If we could pass a blessing
to them, Lord, like the patriarchs of old blest their children we would not be able to stop, but do bless,
sweet Lord, do keep them
in the hollow of your hand.
Bring them home again, dear Lord, to a land that is still free and where Your Name is
honored, because they gave
the best of themselves for us. Bring them home saying,
"This is my own, my native land!" Let them be met by
honor and dignity and arms that hold them in love.
In Jesus precious Name,
Amen.
Joan Clifton Costner


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The Light of America ~ Joan Clifton Costner



 

The Light of America


 Like a beautiful jewel on a pedestal,
Like a city set high upon a hill,
Like a Lighthouse shining out from a mountain;
Her very name brings us a thrill!

She’’s the hope for all hopeless people,
Champion of the world in human rights,
A gleam of light for any suppressed nation;
A flood light in the black of night!

Shine on, America . God loves you!
Hold to all you were created for!
Let the hearts of our patriots still carry
Your liberty and hope to distant shores!

You’’ve passed out food to many starving nations,
Sent money, aid, to many foreign lands;
A tremendous task for America ,
For everywhere we turn there’’s outstretched hands!

Still, America hates oppression.
So, she gives until her own lights must turn low.
Send to the world a message true and firm,
For the whole wide world needs to know.

If the lights go out in America ,
You won’’t believe how dark the world would be.
And, the lights that now shine bright and brilliant
Are tended by the likes of you and me!

So, take heart, brother, sister, in America .
Fly our banner high and keep its stripes unfurled.
For, if the lights go out in America , brave heart,
They will go out ... for all the world.

© 2002 by Joan Clifton Costner
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"Ye are the light of the world.
A city set on a hill cannot be hid."
Matthew 5:14


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Our Freedom Fighters ~by Vickie Lambdin

GOD BLESS AMERICA

god bless america pictures

We're marching in this dust storm,
Across the desert sand,
Defending our Freedom
Against the evils of one man.

We'll search Baghdad, high and low,
On the land and on the seas ~
Until we find Saddam Hussein
And set his people free.

Freedom is the reason
We're in Iraq, today.
We're fighting for Our Country;
"The Good Old USA".

So, let's all say a prayer
For all Red, White, and Blue ~
That the Lord will lead and guide them
And make this His battle, too.

And when this war has ended,
With the threat of terror gone,
We will praise "Our Freedom Fighters"
As they all come marching home.

May God Bless all of our troops
And keep them safe, as they protect us.

Copyright © 2003 by Vickie Lambdin



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Colors Of Blessing Article

Our Lord has a wonderful since of humor. God has blessed me with two beautiful daughters that like to goof off. When I have felt down or disappointed, they try to make me laugh. I have done the same for them in past years. My daughter threatened me one day and said... "Mom, if you don't straighten up I'm going to moon you." We'll the shock of it all made me laugh. I told her she'd better not or she'd be in trouble. Well, I felt down again a couple days ago. While we were in the car my girls and my Son inlaw were threatening to moon me. I laughed and told them, "You'd better straighten up or I'm going to moon you." We were kidding of course, but we had a good laugh.

We went to the Massillon Tiger Football game and while I was watching the Game, I looked up at the dark sky and noticed a very dark cloud with a bright white edging. I watched as a harvest moon peeked out from behind a very black cloud. Slowly it arose to reveal a beautiful full bright moon. It looked bigger than normal. I started laughing hysterically. As I realized, I had just been mooned. I could hear God whisper to my heart. "I heard what you said, and I'm going to moon you." God always has the best medicine. He does fill my heart with laughter.

Tonight I brought a fall poem I'd like to share with you.
I wrote this poem after reading a devotion that touched my heart. God
painted this picture within my mind as I wrote it down in tears.
I remembered my children when they were little. I could hear their child like laughs and see their little face's smiling. I even saw the little smiling face of Jackson Grace a little boy that was part of our lives for almost five years and as I write this, I think of Madie His little sister. I'm sure she'd love playing in the leaves here in Ohio one day. I felt sad and missed those times. I wanted to hold them and play with them.

I try to turn my poetry into something that will exemplify Christ. In this poem, think of each leaf as a blessing. One leaf could be forgiveness, another leaf love, one leaf joy and another peace, the list goes on as to the many blessings God bestows upon His children. We have choices in life and I've made my share of bad ones, but I've made good choices too. Many sad times turn into joyful times simply by turning to Christ and focusing on His goodness and His hope. Peace comes along when our mind is fixed upon Him. It makes me laugh to see myself sitting in a pile of colorful blessings My family, my home, a free nation, salvation through Christ and God's forever love for me.

Yes, life sometimes is painful and disappointing. We must keep going, keep trusting and reflecting upon His blessings. Oh, how
good He is through both good times and bad. You know the old saying.... If life gives you lemons make lemonade. You know what I think, If like gives you lemons make lemon cake.

I was thinking today of the many blessings America has now and in days gone by. I know we must get angry about some things in a controlled Godly fashion of course, or our country would be in bigger trouble, but we must not forget to Praise God.

I believe sin will bring down a nation, a family, a church and a life. I believe sin will rob us of God's blessings. I'm for some changes in America, but some changes are not good ones. Any change that goes against scripture or twist scripture to make sin look acceptable to God is not a good one.

Yes we must move on to the future but we cannot forget the past. We cannot forget God. We cannot let sin be the downfall of this nation. We must praise, We must pray and turn back to a time of purity. Love of nation, love of family and love of God. Now when I say God, I mean the God of the Bible.

I know I'm a nobody..... but my God is a great big somebody........and He loves me and He loves you too. That makes us all somebodies.

The Bible teaches us to encourage ourselves in the Lord. What better way than to focus on all the bounty of God's blessings.

1Samuel 30:6b David encouraged himself in the LORD his God.

Take time to laugh with your spouse, take time to listen and play with your children, Forgive others, take hold of each blessing and just praise God. Don't forget to be thankful for our nation because we could lose her tomorrow. Remember (9/11)


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Betsy Ross

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Betsy Ross lived on Arch Street near Second,
Her sewing was very,very, fine.
General Washington came down to see her,
To order a brand new flag.
Six white stripes and seven pretty red ones.
Thirteen white stars upon a field of blue;
'Twas the first flag our country ever floated,
Three cheers for the red, white and blue.
Three cheers for the red, white and blue.
Three cheers for the red, white and blue.
'Twas the first flag our country ever floated.
Three cheers for the red, white and blue!

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I'm Your Flag - By: Teryl E. Williamson, Pewaukee


I'm Your Flag

Teryl E. Williamson, Pewaukee,
Wisconsin on September 14, 2001
Selected


I was born of a people, who refused a corrupt king,
Instead they chose America to do their own thing.
I'm Your Flag
First put together from thread and old cloth,
I came into this world through Betsy Ross.
I'm Your Flag
Over the years I've flown so serene.
Yet I've served in the worst battles you've ever seen.
I'm Your Flag
I've been saluted, I've been burned,
Veterans have carried me, as all heads turned.
I'm Your Flag
I've served in the rain, I've served in the snow,
You've never asked twice, I was ready to go.
I'm Your Flag
I've flown at events where people have cried,
You've seen me drape the caskets of those who died.
I'm Your Flag
Now a new challenge awaits us all,
And a new generation must meet the call.
I'm Your Flag
As always, I'll be with you charging into the fray,
Take heart fellow Americans, we will not stray
I'm Your Flag
From the beginning until today, I've stood for freedom
without any sway, so grab the torch and hold it high,
for I AM YOUR FLAG AND I WILL NEVER DIE!



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My Three Gardens

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My Three Gardens

July 3rd 2010
By: Susan Y Nikitenko

I hope your day was spent glorifying our Lord and Savior. Once again I come to speak to you of three gardens. The garden of our life, The garden of our heart , and the garden in our yard. This week has been filled with treasures from God's treasure box. The treasure box of life. So many little treasures to be enjoyed. Now there are many things in life that seem not to be a treasure, but God is working through things yet not seen. Last Sunday a young woman wrecked outside our house. She didn't seem to be injured but I understood how she was feeling. I wanted to comfort her and show her the love of Christ. So I cut her some daisies from my garden and I told her I would pray for her. The young woman hugged me. I walked away with hope and prayer in my heart that in some way, God would speak to her and bless her. Two of my yard gardens were damaged and our mailbox was destroyed. My heart garden was wounded.... The heart shaped garden in my yard that is.....I was thinking yesterday while I was planting in my garden, about the sacrifice that was made for our country. When I saw the purple in my heart, I thought of the many heroes that suffered and died for freedom. Many died for the religious freedoms of this country, Many died for the protection of values and ideas that were important to remain a strong thriving nation under God. I will not pretend to be this big patriotic know it all. I'm really just starting to understand it more. I guess my eyes are being opened and I'm seeing things a little clearer now.
I looked up at our flag as it waved in the wind, thinking how worn it looks. I thought of the songs that were written about our country and wondered... do those songs stand true today or have we as Americans grown cold to caring? Do we love family, freedom, and purity. This country has grown tired and worn. It needs to return to purity, It needs to return to family values, It needs to return to Christ.
This past week four Easter lilies bloomed in my garden. I felt overjoyed because it stands for purity. A US soldier is credited for bringing the Easter Lillie to American soil. The Easter lilies also stands for sacrifice. Blood was shed.... It was shed for our country. It also stand for the sacrifice of Jesus. The spotless lamb of God shed His blood for you....He arose for you....He is the answer...for you, for me and for country.
I could hear the booms and bangs of freedoms celebration just outside our house, while I thought upon these things and prayed for this country to return to Christ. I prayed that this country would return to the values so many people died to gain and maintain. How many soldiers will it take to restore America? A whole lot of Christian soldiers on their knees humbly crying out to God to restore Godly values and ideas. Now anyone who is a child of God is in a battle, a spiritual one. I realize sometimes we have to go out and fight as a nation, but sometimes our greatest enemies are ourselves. God promises judgment on a nation that ignores His warnings. God hates sin. He hates abortion, He hates homosexuality. He hates adultery and fornication. Now, I'm not claiming to be perfect, I've never been perfect and if anyone ever said I was perfect they were mistaken. I'm a sinner, but I do not want to live a sinful life. A sinful life is poison to a soul, A sinful life is poison to a family, and sinful lives are poison to a country. I had to learn these things along the way. The truth is... we are all sinners and deserve nothing. When I see the scarlet colored flowers in my gardens I think of this beautiful verse.... Isaiah 1:18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
He promises to restore a sick nation under certain conditions in 2 Chronicles 7:14. " If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land."
I remember everyone crying change during the 2008 Election year. Well lets show the world a change of heart. You know what !......Let's have a whole lot of prayin, goin' on! And a whole lot of cryin' over sin! goin' on. And a whole heap of changin' for the better. A changed mind, A change of direction, A change that just keeps on getting better. Let's march to the beat of God's heart. Going His direction....Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, With all thy mind, With all thy might.
Someone asked me, Do you have vegetables in your garden? and I told them, about the Alum that blooms in my gardens, Now I've been told that Alum are also called leeks, a kind of onion
The Alum reminds me of the Children of Israel.... God had delivered the children of Israel from the slavery of Egypt. He supplied them with a daily supply of manna....But yet they complained after a time because they lusted after the leeks ... They said in Numbers 11:5 We remember the fish, which we did eat in Egypt freely; the cucumbers, and the melons, and the leeks, and the onions, and the garlic:
God sent down fire to consume them for their complaining. He hates complaining but He loves praising.
Moses' prayers quenched the fire. One man's prayers quenched God's anger. I don't know about you - but I think we better straighten up and get thankful, cause if there's any kind of fire burnin' I pray it's revival.
Here's a little poem I wrote, it's a prayer to God Almighty, for revival

Let Your Fires Flow
By: Susan y Nikitenko
2009

Let Your Fires Flow
Oh Lord, My Lord I pray
To send it now today
Flowing down, all around
Send it now I pray
Let your revival burn;
Set our hearts aglow.
Spread the burning round;
Let your fires flow.

With flaming lives of love;
Let others feel its heat.
And when they see your shine;
Let their lives repeat.

Let them watch in awe;
Your blaze across the land.
And know it’s of your grace;
And by your loving hand.

Burn into our hearts;
Your power and your will.
Burn into our children;
To love you and to yield.

Oh, let your fire change us;
To love with all our might.
Let us shine for Jesus;
Like a fire in the night.


Oh Lord, My Lord I pray
To send it now today
Flowing down, all around Send it now I pray

As I continue to talk about gardens, I'm sad to tell you.... I've had some failures in my gardening abilities. Things have died in my garden, things have been attacked in my garden, Just as In life we have death, we have failures, troubles and struggles.
But in the same breath as I think of Christ, there are blessings, and treasures that are more valuable than any earthly treasure. Because I do believe ....Romans 8: 28. And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
. Today I thought about the many soldiers that have not forgiven themselves for war time decisions. So many regrets and memories that haunt. Jesus heals those wounded hearts too. Forgiveness frees a heart bound by agony and despair. One must forgive lest He destroy himself and makes victims of his own family.
And like the dead bulbs of winter lay dorment and arise in spring.....You can arise to the freedoms of forgiveness and new life in Christ. Simply by taking God at His WORD. Asking Christ to come dwell within you. Then give yourself to Him by obeying His Word.
I also thought of our suffering soldiers out on the line of duty, I thought of our wounded and their hurting families. When I look upon the yellow coreopsis flowers in my gardens I think of them as little yellow ribbons made with God's hands. So if you're a soldier and you happen to see my gardens. Know this! I pray for you and so does my family.
Jesus loves you.... He longs to heal your heart from all it's wounds, He died that you may live, He suffered that you could be forgiven. God Bless you friends and God Bless America.


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