Food for thought: We want and expect the best, but are we giving God our BEST?
Is He getting your best?
Just imagine how good life would actually be if we gave God our best. I am so grateful He does not treat us like we treat Him. Y’all, we are definitely blessed. So thankful for God’s love, mercy, and grace. It’s unmatched!♥️
And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.
Galatians 6:9 (NKJV)
You did all the right things, and did not lose heart. You hung in there even when it seemed impossible. Smile. It’s due season. It’s time for you to reap your harvest of blessings. Love you!♥️ ~Shaun
As I wrote two years ago, where you currently are is not where you are meant to stay. There is so much more waiting for you to see and achieve. Keep going!♥️ ~Shaun
Facebook Memory: January 8, 2022
Where you are at in this moment in time is not where you are meant to stay. Do not give up and whatever you do, please do not settle. Higher IS waiting.
You have come too far to stop now. Keep going higher!🙏🏽♥️
Progress IS progress. Whether it’s one step or leaps closer to achieving your goals or dreams, always acknowledge your progression. It really is a big deal!
Note: Your progress does not have to be visible to others. So stop worrying about who notices. You may not be where you want to be, but you’re moving.😌
Much too often we look at what others are doing or their success, and forget to acknowledge our own progression. I’m so thankful I’m not where I use to be 5 or 10 years ago, even a month ago. Ain’t God good!
No matter how far off things may seem, every day you become a little closer to your dreams. Keep going!
Happy First Sunday of 2024! Thanking God for life, love, health, purpose and peace. Going to start this year off with one of my favorite worship songs. Found it among today’s Facebook memories and thought I would share.
The room grew still As she made her way to Jesus She stumbles through the tears that made her blind She felt such pain Some spoke in anger Heard folks whisper There’s no place here for her kind Still on she came Through the shame that flushed her face Until at last, she knelt before his feet And though she spoke no words Everything she said was heard As she poured her love for the Master From her box of alabaster
And I’ve come to pour My praise on Him Like oil from Mary’s alabaster box Don’t be angry if I wash his feet with my tears And I dry them with my hair You weren’t there the night He found me You did not feel what I felt When he wrapped his loving arms around me and You don’t know the cost of the oil In my alabaster box
I can’t forget the way life used to be I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound And I spent my days Poured my life without measure Into a little treasure box I’d thought I’d found Until the day when Jesus came to me And healed my soul With the wonder of His touch So now I’m giving back to Him All the praise He’s worthy of I’ve been forgiven And that’s why I love Him so much
And I’ve come to pour My praise on Him Like oil from Mary’s alabaster box Don’t be angry if I wash his feet with my tears And dry them with my hair (my hair) You weren’t there the night Jesus found me You did not feel what I felt When He wrapped his loving arms around me and You don’t know the cost of the oil Oh, you don’t know the cost of my praise You don’t know the cost of the oil In my alabaster box
Listen, when CeCe says– “You weren’t there the night Jesus found me. You did not feel what I felt when He wrapped His loving arms around me.” Whew!!! ONLY God knows. Forever grateful for His unconditional love, mercy, and grace. I am pretty sure someone else can relate. No one will ever quite understand the cost of our oils. All they need to know is that we are still here! Amen.
I pray this song continues to bless you as much as it does me. Wishing you a wonderfully, peaceful Sunday.♥️
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