Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Creation Moment: Coffee-Brimming with Health Benefits

Here's a Creation Moment I thought many of you would enjoy reading.  :)
Coffee-Brimming with Health Benefits
 Genesis 1:12 "And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and God saw that it was good."

CoffeeAccording to a cover story in Science News, "Scientific findings in support of coffee's nutritional attributes have been arriving at a steady drip since the 1980s, when Norwegian researchers reported that coffee seemed to fend off liver disease." Since then, coffee has shown value against liver cancer, type-2 diabetes, heart disease and stroke. It also appears to protect against depression, Parkinson's and Alzheimer's diseases. In fact, I don't even have time on today's program to list all of coffee's health benefits.
The latest studies show that people who drink two or more cups of coffee a day live longer than those who don't. In a recent Japanese study of more than 90,000 people, those who drank three to four cups a day were 24 percent less likely to die during the next 19 years than people who didn't drink coffee at all.
Think about it – God created the coffee bean on day three of Creation Week, before Adam and Eve sinned and brought disease and death into the world. Is it possible that God, knowing that Adam would sin, provided a remedy for many of the diseases that would come about because of that sin? I believe He did. He also knew long before He created the world that you and I would need a Savior. Is Jesus Christ your Savior? If not, put your trust in Him today!

Isn't that interesting. Notice it says coffee benefits you. It didn't say anything about coffee with cream and sugar benefiting you, though.
Are you a big coffee drinker, or do you like coffee???? If so, what's your favorite kind of coffee????

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Come Thou Fount

"Come Thou Fount"

Come, Thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing Thy grace. 

 Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise.
 Teach me some lodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above
 Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, mount of God's unchanging love.
 Here I raise my Ebenezer; Hither by Thy help I come.
 And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger wand'ring from the fold of God;
 He, to rescue me from danger, interposed His precious blood.
Oh, to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter, bind my wand'ring heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love.
 Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above.

Robert Robinson had a rough beginning. His father died when he was young, and his mother, unable to control him, sent him to London to learn barbering. What he learned instead was drinking and gang-life. When he was 17, he and his friends reportedly visited a fortune-teller. Relaxed by alcohol, they laughed as she tried to tell their futures. But something about the encounter bothered Robert, and that evening he suggested to his buddies they attend the evangelistic meeting being held by George Whitefield.

 Whitefield was one of history's greatest preachers, with a voice that was part foghorn and part violin. That night he preached from Matthew 3:7: "But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees come to his baptism, he said unto them, O generation of vipers, who hath warned you to flee from the wrath to come?" And then he burst into tears and exclaimed, "Oh my hearers! The wrath to come! The wrath to come!" Robert sobered up and sensed Whitefield was preaching directly to him. The preacher's words haunted him for nearly three years, until December 10, 1755, when he gave his heart to Christ.

Soon after his conversion, Robert entered the ministry. Three years later at age 23, while serving Calvinist Methodist Chapel in Norfolk, England, he wrote a hymn for his sermon on Pentecost Sunday. It was a prayer that the Holy Spirit flood into our hearts with His streams of mercy, enabling us to sing God's praises and remain faithful to Him. "Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing," has been a favorite of the church since that day. Robinson continued working for the Lord until 1790, when he was invited to Birmingham, England, to preach for Dr. Joseph Priestly, a noted Unitarian. There, on the morning of June 8, he was found dead at age 54, having passed away quietly during the night.

Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee. 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.
 Taken from "Then Sings My Soul" by Robert J. Morgan
Happy Easter, friends! I hope your day was truly wonderful and refreshing, as we celebrate our Lord's rising from the dead. I am reminded of 1 Corinthians 15:14: "And if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and your faith is also vain." Jesus has so much love for you that He died on a cross so that you could have eternal life, and then rose from the dead to show His mighty power over death.

Low in the grave He lay-Jesus, my Savior! Waiting the coming day-Jesus, my Lord! Vainly they watch His bed-Jesus, my Savior! Vainly they seal the dead-Jesus, my Lord! Death cannot keep his prey-Jesus, my Savior! He tore the bars away-Jesus my Lord! 

Up from the grave he arose, with a mighty triumph o'er His foes; He arose a Victor from the dark domain, and He lives forever with His saints to reign, He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!
I hope you all have a good and godly week. 
I want to kindly thank Mrs. Smith for suggesting today's hymn. :) 

 My sister made this carrot cake for our family get-together this afternoon. :)
Rejoicing in the Risen Lord,
2 Peter 3:9
"The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slack-ness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance."

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Under His Wings

"Under His Wings"
By: William Orcutt Cushing

 Under His wings I am safely abiding, tho the night deepens and tempests are wild;
Still I can trust Him I know He will keep me, He has redeemed me and I am His child. 
Under His wings, under His wings who from His love can sever? 
Under His wings my soul shall abide, safely abide forever. 


Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow! How the heart yearningly turn to His rest! 
Often when earth has no balm for my healing, there I find comfort and there I am blest. 
Under His wings, under His wings who from His love can sever? 
Under His wings my soul shall abide, safely abide forever. 


Under His wings, o what precious enjoyment! There will I hide 'till life's trials are o'er! 
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me, resting in Jesus I'm safe evermore. 
Under His wings, under His wings who from His love can sever? 
Under His wings my soul shall abide, safely abide for ever. 


In the days following World War II, when Communists were overrunning China, the endangered missionaries found comfort knowing that in a world dominated by the "Iron Curtain" and the "Bamboo Curtain" they could rest under the "Feather Curatin" of God. 
Psalms 91:4 says, "He shall cover you with his feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler." Boaz referred to Ruth as a woman who had come under the Lord's wings for refuge. (Ruth 2:12) David said, in Psalms 17:8, "Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings," And in Psalms 57:1, it says, "Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast."

All these comforting word-pictures were woven together in the hymn, "Under His Wings," written by Williams Orcutt Cushing, who was born into a Unitarian home in 1823. He labored for over twenty years as a Christian pastor in New York with the Disciples of Christ, but the death of his wife and sever problems with his voice forced him out of the pastorate. In near despair, he asked God to give him something to do for the kingdom. It came into his heart to begin writing hymns, and in subsequent years, he produced more than 300 hymns, including "Ring the Bells of Heaven," "When He Cometh," "Down in the Valley," and "Under His Wings." 
If you ever find yourself in near despair with the worries and fears of life, close your eyes and visualize the warm safety of the "Feather Curtain of God."

Under His wings I am safely abiding,
Though the night deepens and tempests are wild, 
Still I can trust Him; I know He will keep me, 
He has redeemed me, and I am His child. 

I want to thank my daddy for suggesting this hymn. I hope you enjoyed reading this post. And I want to mention that my sister Lauren's birthday is today, so please wish her a happy birthday in the comments.  :)  
Have a joyful week! 
Safely abiding under His wings,

Sunday, March 13, 2016

The Solid Rock

The Solid Rock: by Edward Mote

My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness. 
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' name.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.  All other ground is sinking sand. 

When darkness seems to hide His face, I rest on His unchanging grace. 
In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil. 
On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand. All other ground is sinking sand.

His oath, His covenant, His blood, support me in the whelming flood. 
When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my Hope and Stay. 
 On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand. All other ground is sinking sand. 

When He shall come with trumpet sound, O may I then in Him be found! 
Dressed in His righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the throne!
On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand. All other ground is sinking sand. 

1 Corinthians 3: 11 ~ For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.  

Edward Mote, author of this famous hymn, was born into poverty on January 21, 1797, in London. His parents, who were innkeepers, would not allow a Bible in their house, but somehow Edward heard the gospel and came to Christ as a teenager. He eventually became a skilled carpenter and the owner of his own cabinet shop. "One morning," he recalled, "it came into my mind as I went to labor to write a hymn on the 'Gracious Experience of a Christian.' As I went up to Holborn I had the chorus:  On Christ the solid Rock I stand / All other ground is sinking sand. In the day I had four verses complete, and wrote them off. 

"On the Sabbath following, I met brother King...who informed me that his wife was very ill, and asked me to call and see her. I had an early tea and called afterwards. He said that it was his usual custom to sing a hymn, read a portion, and engage in prayer before he went to meeting. He look for his hymnbook but could find it nowhere. I said, 'I have some verses in my pocket; if he liked, we would sing them.' We did, and his wife enjoyed them so much that after service he asked me, as a favor, to leave a copy of them for his wife. 

"I went home, and by the fireside composed the last two verses, wrote the whole off, and took them to sister King...As these verses so met the dying woman's case, my attention to them was the more arrested, and I had a thousand printed for distribution." 

In 1852, Edward, 55, gave up his carpentry to pastor the Baptist Church in Horsham, Sussex, where he ministered 21 years. He resigned in 1873, in failing health, saying, "I think I am going to heaven; yes, I am nearing port. The truths I have been preaching, I am now living upon and they'll do very well to die upon. Ah! The precious blood." He passed away at age 77.  

Here is a verse from Mote's original that is omitted from most hymnals today. 

I trust His righteous character, 
His council, promise, and His power;
His honor and His Name's at stake
To save me from the burning lake;
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand, 
All other ground is sinking sand.   

Taken from Then Sings My Soul by Robert J. Morgan.
I hope you all enjoyed learning about Edward Mote. I want to say thank you to Mrs. R for suggesting this hymn. :) Remember, if any of you have a hymn in mind that you would like to learn more about, please leave a comment. :) 
Have a joyful week in the love of the Savior.
Love your friend,

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Liebster Award

Hello readers!
Emily from A Purpose and A Promise awarded me the Liebster Award. 

This is the second award I've been awarded, so thank you Emily!

Here are Emily's questions that I have to answer.
1. What's the first word you can think of that starts with R? Rejoice. Oh, that reminds me of this song. 
Rejoice, ye pure in heart, rejoice, give thanks and sing: Your festal banner wave on high, the cross of Christ your King. Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, give thanks, and sing! 

2. What is the last song you listened to? Be Thou My vision 

Be thou my Vision, o Lord of my heart; naught be all else to me, save that thou art; 
Thou my best though, by day or by night, waking or sleeping, thy presence my light. 

Be thou my Wisdom, and thou my true Word; I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father,  and I thy true son, thou in my dwelling, and I with thee one.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise; thou mine inheritance, now and always;
Thou and thou only, first in my heart, high King of heaven, my treasure thou art. 

High King of heaven, my victory won, may I reach heaven's joys, o bright heaven's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, still be my Vision, o Ruler of all. 

3. What is your favorite thing about blogging? My favorite thing about blogging is being able to be a blessing to other bloggers and non-bloggers, and meeting new friends!  :D

4. Is there a story behind your blog's name? Not really. I like creating precious moments with my family, and capturing the special moments with my camera. :) 

5. Tea or hot chocolate? Hot chocolate

6. Which do you prefer? Snail mail (letters) or email? Definitely snail mail. 

7. Guilty blogging habit? Sometimes I take a while to publish posts. 

8. Do you have any social media accounts? Nope. 

9. What is the next book you want to read? Though I don't have any of the following books, I would love to read one next: Ann JudsonSarah EdwardsWith Chords of LoveSusannah SpurgeonHenrietta Shuck, Harriet Newell

10. Dark chocolate or milk chocolate? Dark chocolate! If any of you readers would ever like to send me a gift, dark chocolate makes a great one! ;) Just saying... :)  wink wink ;) 

11. What is your favorite website? (Not a blog) Hmm. It's really hard to choose my favorite since I  enjoy many, but here is one I really like:  King's Blooming Rose

And that's it! Now I have to tag 11 people, and ask them 11 questions. The people I tag are Alisha @ Alisha In Progress /  Susannah Joy @ Frosted Woods Dreamer / Bethany @ Liberty or Death / Paige @  Paige's Pages / Julia @ Writing For His Glory / Emma @ Picture Perfectionist / Hannah @ Left My Heart in Africa.  If anyone would like to participate, you can leave a comment with your answers or answer them on your blog. :) 

1. How long have you been saved? 
2. Generally speaking, how old do you think you should be when you get married? And how old do you want to be when you get married? 
3. Do you like coffee? And if you do, what's your favorite kind? 
4. What is/was favorite subject in school? 
5. What's your favorite hobby? 
6. What's your favorite Bible verse? 
7. Do you play any instruments? 
8. What's your favorite season/time of year? 
9. Do you have any pets or animals? 
10. What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years from now? 
11. What's your favorite book to read, and what's your favorite book in the Bible to read? 

I hope you have fun answering the questions; I would love for you to leave a comment with your answers. :)  Have a fabulous, good and godly day!! 

Sending much love in Christ,
Psalms 98:4 "Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all the earth: make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise. 

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Sweet Hour of Prayer

 Sweet Hour of Prayer
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, that calls me from a world of care, and bids me at my Father's throne make all my wants and wishes known! In seasons of distress and grief, my soul has often found relief, and oft escaped the tempter's snare by thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, thy wings shall my petition bear to him whose truth and faithfulness engage the waiting soul to bless: And since he bids me seek his face, believe his word and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my ev'ry care, and wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, may I thy consolation share, till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, I view my home and take my flight: This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise to seize the everlasting prize; And shout, while passing thro' the air, "Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!"
The information we have about the author of this hymn has not come from the author himself, but from a friend to whom the poem was dictated. In 1842, in the town of Coleshill, Warwickshire, England, Reverend Thomas Salmon stopped by a small trinket shop to visit with his friend, William Walford. William, who's eyesight was almost gone, was 70 years old. Nevertheless, he ran the tiny shop where he sold small carvings and engraved items. 
On this particular day, Walford asked his friend to copy down the verses to a prayer-poem he had been composing in his head. Salmon took pen and paper and wrote the words to the gospel hymn "Sweet Hour of Prayer." Thomas Salmon was so impressed with Walford's poem that he made a second copy of it for himself and put it away in his notes and papers. 
Three years later, Salmon traveled to the United States; while in New York City, he sent Walford's poem to the editor of the New York Observer. The editor was so impressed with the prayer-poem that he published it in the September 13, 1845, issue of his paper. The possibility of the poem becoming a hymn was appreciated by the compilers of a Baptist Hymnal in 1859, and they included it in a book entitled Church Melodies. But it wasn't until William Bradbury, who was a composer of gospel music, set the words to music in 1861.  William Bradbury published 60 songbooks containing the melodies for the following favorites: "Jesus Love Me," "Just As I Am," "My Hope Is Built on Nothing Else," "He Leadeth Me," and "Savior Like a Shepherd Lead Us." 
"Sweet Hour Of Prayer" was the result of international co-operation: a blind poet and his pastor friend in England who shared their work with a newspaper editor and a composer in New York. This hymn has encouraged faith  on both sides of the Atlantic for over 140 years, proving once more that the power of prayer is not limited by political or geographical boundaries.
I hope all of you have a good and godly week, for what good is a good week if it is not also a godly week?
 In the love of Christ,

Philippians 4:6  "Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God."