Tears Are A Language

This song has been a blessing to me today. I honestly did not know a person had that many tears in them and the sad part is . . . . they are not gone yet.

Tears Are A Language

Often you've wondered why tears come into your eyes,

And burdens seem to be much more than I can stand;

But God is standing near, He sees your falling tears,

Tears are a language God understands

Chorus

God sees the tears of a broken hearted soul,

He sees your tears and hears them when they fall;

God weeps along with man and takes him by the hand,

Tears are a language God understands.

When grief has left you low, it causes tears to flow,

Things have not turned out the way that you had planned;

But God won't forget you, His promises are true,

Tears are a language God understands.

I'm so glad that the Holy Spirit make intercession for us in times when we can not pray or just don't know what to say or do and can only cry. He interprets each tear and turns them to prayers and I'm soooo thankful that He does.

Asking for His strength,

Sis. Tammy

Hi!

I know it has been a few months. Sorry! We were on furlough from April 12th - July 15th. Had a wonderful, but busy time. I wish now that I had taken the time to update my blog, what an interesting tale that would have been . . . LOL.

Hoping to upload some pictures soon!

Until the Shout,

Sis. Tammy

To My Child

THINGS I CAN AND CAN NOT DO

I can share your life,

But I cannot live for you.

I can teach you things,

But I cannot make you learn.

I can give you directions,

But I cannot always lead you.

I can allow you freedom,

But I cannot account for it.

I can teach you to worship,

But I cannot make you believe.

I can teach you right from wrong,

But I cannot decide for you.

I can give you love,

But I cannot force it upon you.

I can teach you to share,

But I cannot make you unselfish.

I can teach you respect,

But I cannot force you to show honour.

I can tell you the facts of life,

But I cannot build your reputation.

I can tell you about lofty goals,

But I cannot achieve them for you.

I can teach you to obey,

But I cannot answer for your actions.

I can warn you about sins,

But I cannot make your morals.

I can love you as my child,

But I cannot place you in God's family.

I can teach you about Jesus,

But I cannot make Him your Saviour.

I can teach you about prayer,

But I cannot make you pray.

I can tell you how to live,

But I cannot give you eternal life.

~AUTHOR UNKNOWN~

Proverbs 23:19~ "Hear thou, my son, and be wise, and guide thine heart in the way."

MAY WE AS PARENTS AND GRANDPARENTS UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE OF GIVING OUR CHILDREN WHAT TRULY MATTERS . . .

1. JESUS
2. INSTRUCTION FROM GOD'S WORD
3. AN EXAMPLE TO LIVE BY

Until the Shout,

Sis. Tammy

God's Grace

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit.

Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak....

"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright.

I stopped the lad and asked, "What do you have there, son?"

"Just some old birds," came the reply.

"What are you going to do with them?" I asked.

"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time.."

"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do then?"

"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."

The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"

"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field
birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"

"How much?" the pastor asked again. The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story:

One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught a world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"

"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.

Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"

"And what will you do when you are done with them?" Jesus asked.

"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.

"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.

"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"

"How much? He asked again.

Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."

Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage and walked from the pulpit.

He did it all for me and you!!

Until the Shout,

Sis. Tammy

15 Years!

HAPPY 15th ANNIVERSARY, HONEY!

I LOVE YOU!

YOUR THE BEST!

Looking forward to the next 15, if they are as interesting

as the first it shouldn't be dull!