When You Worry

Borrowed from TD Jakes ...


When You Worry

You've been on my mind and heart. I see you struggling and planning, worrying and sweating, crying and running, at a furious pace. You're trying to move that mountain by yourself again, huh?

God asks that we cast all our cares on Him because He cares. Think about what your worrying says to God when you refuse to give things over to Him.

When you worry about money, you're telling Him that He is unable to provide for His children... although He has riches beyond belief in Heaven, He is too stingy to share them with you.

When you worry that no one understands you, you're telling Him that although He has been with you since before you were formed in the womb and has carved you into the palm of His hand, He doesn't know you.

When you worry that you will not have enough food, you're telling Him that although He rained down bread from Heaven in the desert to feed His children, you are the one He's forgotten.

When you worry that your enemies will have victory over you, you're telling God that although He has given you spiritual battle gear to defend yourself, that despite His track record of being a giant slayer, Red Sea divider, lion mouth closer and a furnace cooler, He can't handle your coworker (BOSS), your neighbor or a former friend.

When you worry that your children have decided to follow the world instead of your example, you're telling God that he doesn't keep His promises... that despite the fact that you have raised them up in the way they should go, they'll stray because basically he lied.

When you worry because the doctors told you that children are impossible, that a cure is impossible, that healing is impossible, you're telling Him that this world controls your fate. You're saying that prayer time with Him is merely something to pass the time. You're saying that although He can raise the dead, make a virgin conceive, open the womb of a woman well past eighty, heal a twelve year issue of blood, make the blind see and the lame walk, He can't help you.

When you worry that you won't be able to do enough to earn forgiveness, you're telling Him "that's OK Lord, no need for your Son to die, I can earn my own forgiveness! " Let's just act like Jesus never died, and tell Him never mind, that He doesn't need to go to the cross.

When you worry that no one will love you, that you'll be lonely for the rest of your life, you're telling Him that His love is insufficient, that He couldn't possibly love you enough to ward away loneliness. You're saying that although He has promised life more abundantly, He was lying that despite the fact that He started off saying that it is not good that we be alone, He's changed His mind.

When you worry and refuse to give the problem over to Him, you're telling Him that although He could create the world, He can't handle what's going on in your world, so you will. You are saying that He won't work things out, that obstacles cannot be overcome, that mountains can't be climbed, that healing cannot occur, that what is lost will not be found, that joy does not come in the morning, that He is not the God of a second chance, that the promised land has been swallowed up by the desert, that you have discovered the height, depth and width of His love and found to fall short of your needs.

Think about all that you're saying to the one who loves you the most and who has all power, really think about it. Then open your hands and release what you've been holding onto. Bow down on your knees and ask Him to forgive you for doubting Him. Walk away with a peaceful heart and note the footsteps that go before you to make the crooked places straight, a way in the wilderness, and water springing forth in the desert. Stand in a stream with waters around your ankles, the waters that pass by you at that moment, you will never see again, so it is with the misery that has challenged your life...let it go, let it pass! away."


Have a great weekend!

What Happens In Heaven When We Pray?

This is one of the neatest things I have read lately and is so true:
I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels. My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, ' This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received.

I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.

Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.

The angel then said to me, "This is the Packaging and Delivery Section.. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them." I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.

Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. "This is the Acknowledgment Section, my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed." How is it that there is no work going on here? ' I asked.

"So sad," the angel sighed. "After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments"

"How does one acknowledge God's blessings? " I asked..

"Simple," the angel answered. Just say, "Thank you, Lord. "

"What blessings should they acknowledge?" I asked.

"If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy. "

"And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity."

"If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ... You are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day. "

"If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ... You are ahead of 700 million people in the world."

"If you can attend a church without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world." 
"If your parents are still alive and still married ...you are very rare."

"If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you're unique to all those in doubt and despair......." 

Ok, what now? How can I start?

If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all. 

Have a good day, count your blessings , and if you care to, pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.  Acknowledge
If you have read this far, and are thankful for all that you have been blessed with, how can you notsend it on ??? ? I thank God for everything, especially all my family and friends 

How Strong Is Your Faith???

This was in my email this morning.  While it brought tears to my eyes, it also made me take inventory of my faith. How strong is my faith?  Would I be able to withstand being shacked to a tree by day and confined to a small room by night just because I BELIEVE???  How strong is yours??  I say "Lord, I believe, help thou mine unbelief."

When 17-year-old Nurta’s family found out about her conversion to Christ, they tried everything to make her recant.
At first they thought she was insane. Nurta’s parents took her to the local doctor, who prescribed her medication for a mental illness. Then, in line with Somali tradition, Nurta’s parents began regularly reciting the Quran to their daughter, believing that the Islamic scripture would heal her from her sickness. But Nurta refused to deny Christ—and so the family’s next tactic was punishment and humiliation. Nurta was shackled to a tree by day, and confined in a small room by night.
After enduring months of this torture, Nurta managed to escape her family, and went to live with relatives in a different town. It was here that Nurta paid the ultimate price for her faith.
Two unidentified men approached Nurta while she was on the street, and shot her point-blank in the chest and head. Local sources say the gunmen were either relatives of Nurta, or acting on behalf of the family.
Please pray that Nurta’s murder will not be in vain, and that many Somalis will come to Christ as a result of her bold witness even unto death.
Throughout the persecuted church, it’s women and children—just like Nurta—who are often the most vulnerable and at greatest risk. Please consider how your church or small group can respond to this persecution. For ideas and resources to help you care for the women and children of the suffering church, visit www.OpenDoorsUSA.org.