God Says, ” Who Will Go For Us”

The Voice of the Nature of God

From: Utmost.org

When we talk about the call of God, we often forget the most important thing, namely, the nature of Him who calls. There are many things calling each of us today. Some of these calls will be answered, and others will not even be heard. The call is the expression of the nature of the One who calls, and we can only recognize the call if that same nature is in us. The call of God is the expression of God’s nature, not ours. God providentially weaves the threads of His call through our lives, and only we can distinguish them. It is the threading of God’s voice directly to us over a certain concern, and it is useless to seek another person’s opinion of it. Our dealings over the call of God should be kept exclusively between ourselves and Him.

The call of God is not a reflection of my nature; my personal desires and temperament are of no consideration. As long as I dwell on my own qualities and traits and think about what I am suited for, I will never hear the call of God. But when God brings me into the right relationship with Himself, I will be in the same condition Isaiah was. Isaiah was so attuned to God, because of the great crisis he had just endured, that the call of God penetrated his soul. The majority of us cannot hear anything but ourselves. And we cannot hear anything God says. But to be brought to the place where we can hear the call of God is to be profoundly changed.


she’s in my heart forever

From: Inspirational Archives

— A TRUE STORY by Jo Ann Smotrys

As a Hospice Volunteer, I’m told my Nursing Home patient is not responsive to stimulation. She doesn’t respond to anyone. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t show emotion. When I visited, even though it was July, I ‘played’ a tape of Christmas Carols… something we all can relate to…something we’re all familiar with. She has dementia. She has forgotten so much. She has forgotten how to live. I hold her hands. I look into her eyes. I talk to her as the music plays. I watch as I see a smile upon her face. I listen as she tries to speak. I hug her. I remind her she is a ‘child of God’. I remind her of the gift He is to each of us. As we listen to songs that speak of His birth, I remind her that He died for us. He hung upon the Cross at Calvary for our sins.

I glance around to see her friend has tears streaming down his face. Why? “She hasn’t smiled or spoken for so long…I can’t remember”, he says. He’s been there every day for 8 years to watch over her. He has been there but everyone has told him she doesn’t respond. So he just sits with her. He does what he can, but frankly, he doesn’t know what to do. He too is lost. He has watched her plight as she diminished in health over the years, but he never let her down in his faithfulness to her. He was always a loving presence for her. Now, once again, he has just seen ‘a spark’ in his sweet lady. He too smiles.

Most every time I visited after that I’d find him…There in her room, talking to her, as he held her hand and he never left without telling her “I love you” and hugging her. There wasn’t much response…but there was ‘that little bit’ and he reached out for it on every visit. One day, as he was about to leave he reached behind her to hug me. He then said “I love you” to her, as he has so many times before. She doesn’t respond. He walks past her to leave, his back to her, and says “She knows I love her, don’t you gal?”. There! A sudden, loud ‘Yes’ is in the air. She spoke. He moved on. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t compose himself. She’d confirmed what we all knew by then. She heard. She loved. She was trying so hard to express herself.

Did I make a difference? Yes…But only because I was trained to believe that hearing is the last sense to leave us. I leaned heavily on that belief and her friend learned from me. No one had ever told him what to do, how he could communicate with her, that she might hear him though she didn’t respond, so he had given up. But he never gave up on loving her. He never gave up on coming to check on her.

Now she responds. It’s a smile…a word here and there…a little move of her fingers against his as he hold her hands. But it’s all communication. She had it all along. Is it because no one was listening to her? Because no one was talking to her? I suppose. But that’s all changed.

One night I sit in a chair beside her bed and told her how fortunate she was to have someone to come visit her each day, reminding her of how much he loved her! How much I loved her! How very much God loved her! I knew in my heart she understood me. I cried as I talked. I let my emotions go. She squeezed my hand, as I saw tears roll from her eyes. She did hear. She remembered love and compassion, though she may have forgotten all else over the years.

The circumstances are different…but that’s the way God is toward us. We forget Him. We put Him aside for worldly things. And though we think He isn’t hearing us, when we call out to Him, He is there. He is our Guide and our Protector. He constantly shows us Love and Compassion, but we have to open our hearts to hear Him and feel His warmth. Only then can we truly share Him with others…like this woman who may have needed to be reminded that God was still with her.

I stayed with her the night she died. Her face glowed with “the peace of God, which passeth all understanding”, as she took her last breath. Philippians 4 describes it best.


love is alive

From: Inspirational Archives

A Real Life Love Story — by Mukherjee, Twarita

He came into my life unexpectedly. Sort of like a movie. You know, the kind that leaves you with little tears about to fall from your eyes. A huge lump in your throat, and inspiration. A drive that makes you so sure you will find love out there. (Wishful thinking?)

We met on the internet. I can already hear the peanut gallery’s snide remarks and deftly dealt blows to my intelligence, my morals, my thoughts. After all, I must be crazy, and he must be an axe murderer right? I must be desperate, after all, to fall in love with a man over the internet. No, none of the above. (You pessimists just have to chalk this one up to a loss!)

He is the most caring, compassionate man I have ever met. And I can say that with all honesty, with all truths freely tossed into the lion’s den for approval.

At first, I wasn’t expecting it to happen. Wasn’t looking for it. But I wasn’t against it. I was open to it sub-consciously, I suppose. Searching for that fairy tale somewhere, my internal thoughts caught up with the rest of science and dove into technology as well. I had heard so much about it happening to real life people like me, from places in the world I had never heard of, but it happened!

I had talked to him on and off through way of chat rooms for about a year. In this year, I didn’t get to know him really. Except the fact that he seemed like a really nice guy. He intrigued me. Maybe it was this portal into another realm we were both opening up. Making it harder to not talk. It’s all you can do, just type out your inner most thoughts, and delight in the very thought of making a ‘friend’ online.

We started talking, and I wanted to know more about him. I got excited when I saw his name in my e-mail inbox. Even happier I was when replying to him. I was pouring myself out to this stranger, and he was responding. Giving of himself more and more each time he hit Send, as was I.

In this chat room, we had ‘mutual friends’. Other people that regularly chatted and with whom shared a bond with us. We knew each other’s names, who had kids, each other’s love lives, or lack thereof, and who was allergic to what. A kinship was born in this chat room, but all of that was irrelevant as I asked this other chatter, “What’s his phone number?” I asked, he gave. I called him that night.

Our phone conversation was great. I was attracted immediately by his voice. He was feeling the same way about mine. But there had to be more, right? There just has to be! I was thirsting for more information from him. I simply wanted to know everything about this man. We had seen each other’s pictures already, sent through the wonderful e-mail services. Our eyes glanced upon each other’s pictures and saw a promising something there. We liked each other at this point. Promises to call each other were made, and more e-mails were sent.

Finally, we fell in love. Just like that. Fell. Head over heels. And I can say this, without hesitation, that I fall in love with this man more and more every day. When I hear his voice, BAM, I fall in love again. When I look into his eyes, BAM, I’m in love again. Anything this man does equates to pure, sweetened love for me.

Of course, there’s a loop hole. Isn’t there always? We are long distance. I represent the East Coast, and he the West. Was it possible, is it possible? Yes and yes. We talked endlessly about this. Tip toed around the fact that it would be hard, but took into the account that it wouldn’t be easy. Poured over every obstacle that would stand in our way, and would eventually test us and our strength, had we gotten together.

We talked about our wants, our needs, our desires at this time. What we wanted from each other, and how we could go about it. We knew all we wanted was to be together, but could we handle it? Were we ready to take on something so rough? We have. Overcoming the distance, the money issues, the conversation issues, well, it hasn’t been easy. But we don’t think any relationship is a bed of roses. We take the good, and the bad, and we still love each other.

Through this love we have grown stronger. We have learned from each other. We have taken our relationship beyond the levels of just something we got ‘off the internet’.

Meeting was like a dream. I was absolutely on pins and needles. Seeing him though, only reinstated my previous feelings I had felt for him, and made them that much stronger. Love at first sight? Oh, it happened alright.

We have shared so many times together. His presence completes me. The lost piece to my puzzle. The one thing that I can hold onto in this world. The one relationship I have ever felt love from. He loves me. Plain and simple. With my flaws and all. He sees the good in me, and I can see it in him.

I have found my true connection. Without him, I’d simply be searching for something that couldn’t give me what he gives me. It would only be false, and I know this to be of truth, because for once in my life, my heart feels what my head does, and they are both in sync. I’m loving every minute of it.

When you hear the proverbial warnings of finding anything reliable on the internet, scoff away the remarks. It can happen, it has happened. When you hear the woes of love tales gone sour, just know that love is alive. It is all around us, and it will find you when you least expect it. And in the last place you would ever think of finding it.

Internet love

puppy love

From: Inspirational Archives

By Bill McCartney

We jog, run, camp, fish, and build furniture. But do we ever cross the line?

I’m Bill McCartney… It’s 4th and Goal!

I know men who can take raw wood and a few nails and create a family heirloom. And then there are those of us who can listen to a sputtering engine and pinpoint the problem without even popping the hood. Other guys fly fish or fry up a gourmet meal.

Some of us are music lovers, avid readers and huge pet fans. These interests help fulfill us, but sometimes we can get caught up filling our days… and evenings… and weekends… pursuing activities that leave our families in the dust.

Take our interest in man’s best friend. Our animals are companions for kids, protection for the home and just plain furry fun for the whole family. But, with all the extras and supplies available, there can be a tendency to get a little carried away.

We’ve got doggy beds, doggy diet chow, and special canine clothing. People primp their pooches, put them up in pet hotels, and even take them to counselors, when they’re not sure what’s dogging Fido. Things can easily get out of hand.

While we enjoy our outside interests and hobbies, do we let these “extras” become sore spots in our lives? Do they absorb far more time, energy and money than we should be sacrificing?

Any diversion can draw us away from the relationships that make life worth living. Let’s ask ourselves what’s more important, fulfilling our own needs or being a father to our children? What will they remember longer? The shiny wax job on the classic ‘vette? Or all those times we got on the ground and wrestled around with them?

Guys, we can take our hobbies to the extreme, pouring money and time into efforts that have no lasting value. Anything we put ahead of our wives and children, whether a pedigreed pooch, a workbench full of tools, or a super-deluxe convertible, says something about who we are, as men. Let’s keep first things first and stay clear of anything that pulls us away from our first priorities as fathers and husbands.

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Bill McCartney was the head coach of the University of Colorado football team for years, leading them to a co-National Championship. Now he is active as a speaker for a Christian organization.

“…Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is admirable, if anything is excellent or praiseworthy, think about such things.” – Philippians 4:8

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