You should find time to talk to, Jesus, visit him in your day,
he is never far away,open your heart and your soul,talk to God,
and before you know,he will make time for you.
find time amen.
I'm part Native American and part English. I went to a Baptist church growing up, yet cursing became my new language from areas lived, lives lived and so forth. I'm a very spiritual person these days, and thought I saw Jesus coming through our back door one night.
Then, I went back to sleep, I woke up feeling like someone was sitting on the end of the bed.
It was Jesus again, he looked sad, disappointed, there were no words said. He sat there looking down at the floor and I watched as I knew it all had to be some wonderful dream. Since that day, I think about what I think I saw and felt, then I pray and ask God to lead me to knowing it was possible.
Each day a blessing and a challenge. I feel better having learned how to have faith, although it's not as strong as I would like. I will continue to heal and pray and try to stop cursing, eventually.
HI Katina it is a good idea I know it is difficult the cursing can be
as for myself I was raised by two parents that forbade us to curse
it's just like smoking or drinking it is an addiction but God's way is the ultimate healer and so I will pray the Lords blessing in your life to cure you
of that addiction I wrote a poem once called the cure you might like to read it have a very merry Christmas and a very happy New Year angel .
HI Katina I found the poem I wrote so I will share it with you
The Cure
didn't know I was sick ,didn't know there was a cure
Jesus is the healer of that I am sure
what is your illness ,is it riches or fame
is it better than you or maybe insane
what is your problem
who is to blame
the illness of course
God is the answer
God is the key
he is the cure I am sure you will see
are you tired of life
or full of health and vitality
down on your luck
or just the opposite
as rich as can be
whatever the case may be
Jesus is the cure
for all humanity
especially a sin sick soul
I know because now I am free
the cure .
written by linda Jean Wright Lank.
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Amen. Agreed.
I'm part Native American and part English. I went to a Baptist church growing up, yet cursing became my new language from areas lived, lives lived and so forth. I'm a very spiritual person these days, and thought I saw Jesus coming through our back door one night.
Then, I went back to sleep, I woke up feeling like someone was sitting on the end of the bed.
It was Jesus again, he looked sad, disappointed, there were no words said. He sat there looking down at the floor and I watched as I knew it all had to be some wonderful dream. Since that day, I think about what I think I saw and felt, then I pray and ask God to lead me to knowing it was possible.
Each day a blessing and a challenge. I feel better having learned how to have faith, although it's not as strong as I would like. I will continue to heal and pray and try to stop cursing, eventually.
Great write.
Thank you for sharing.
HI Katina it is a good idea I know it is difficult the cursing can be
as for myself I was raised by two parents that forbade us to curse
it's just like smoking or drinking it is an addiction but God's way is the ultimate healer and so I will pray the Lords blessing in your life to cure you
of that addiction I wrote a poem once called the cure you might like to read it have a very merry Christmas and a very happy New Year angel .
HI Katina I found the poem I wrote so I will share it with you
The Cure
didn't know I was sick ,didn't know there was a cure
Jesus is the healer of that I am sure
what is your illness ,is it riches or fame
is it better than you or maybe insane
what is your problem
who is to blame
the illness of course
God is the answer
God is the key
he is the cure I am sure you will see
are you tired of life
or full of health and vitality
down on your luck
or just the opposite
as rich as can be
whatever the case may be
Jesus is the cure
for all humanity
especially a sin sick soul
I know because now I am free
the cure .
written by linda Jean Wright Lank.