It’s fairly simple. When can we pray? All the time. When should we praise God? Whenever we pray. – David Jeremiah
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In humility we are not crushed by failure or criticism
In humility we are not crushed by failure or criticism; but neither is the ego inflated by success or praise. – G.Smith
Watch – The New Testament arrives in Indonesia!
This video is 6 years old but it is so touching to see. These beautiful people receive their bible’s for the first time in their language. Their excitement and praise for the Lord will hit you right in the heart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8GFQ7tEKrk
The measurement of maturity
Spiritual maturity isn’t measured by how high you jump in praise but how straight you walk in obedience.
Have you said thank you?
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My sin is nailed to the cross
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! – Horatio Spafford
Original Song Lyrics by Horatio Spafford
(When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know or saya
It is well, it is well, with my soul.)
Refrain:
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
A song in the night, oh my soul!
