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Jan 26, 2005 15:19:16 GMT -5
Post by Nitro390 on Jan 26, 2005 15:19:16 GMT -5
Hands! A basketball in my hands is worth about $19. A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million. It depends whose hands it's in.
A baseball in my hands is worth about $6. A baseball in Mark McGuire's hands is worth $19 million. It depends on whose hands it's in.
A tennis racket is useless in my hands. A tennis racket in Venus Williams' hands is a championship winning. It depends whose hands it's in.
A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal. A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.
It depends whose hands it's in.
A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon. It depends whose hands it's in.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches. Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands. It depends whose hands it's in.
Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse. Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entire world. It depends whose hands it's in.
As you see now it depends whose hands it's in. So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your families and your relationships in God's hands because... It depends whose hands it's in.
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Jan 26, 2005 21:41:03 GMT -5
Post by BShanahan14rulz on Jan 26, 2005 21:41:03 GMT -5
yes! point well taken! in my hands, my life was a complete mess. In God's hands, my life would be a gift that I could use to my full potential to praise God. I believe that once we fully put our lives in the hands of God, we will be saved, and every little step counts. Good post, nitro
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Jan 27, 2005 18:05:49 GMT -5
Post by Brooke on Jan 27, 2005 18:05:49 GMT -5
Isn't that the truth. I managed to mess my life up pretty badly, and once I let God take over, he began to break down all the walls I had made and free me from the many bondages I had. It is when we put everything in our lives into the hands of God that we are truely fulfilled, where He is in control of our lives.
"Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself." (Matthew 6:34)
"Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God." (Philippians 4:6)
"I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." (Philippians 4:13)
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good bye cruel world, the SA80 is going to get you
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Jan 28, 2005 8:00:10 GMT -5
Post by alanm on Jan 28, 2005 8:00:10 GMT -5
interesting thread.
what is the angle with this forum?
is it part of the history of 7 steps
btw is or are 7 steps part on the american army?
excuse my ignorance
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Jan 28, 2005 15:39:06 GMT -5
Post by Brooke on Jan 28, 2005 15:39:06 GMT -5
I don't quite understand what you are asking. What forum, the Bible/Biblical Discussions forum, or 7S forum as a whole? What do you mean by what is the angle?
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Jan 28, 2005 18:49:38 GMT -5
Post by alanm on Jan 28, 2005 18:49:38 GMT -5
yea this bible forum. it is interesting and I just wondered why it is here really
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Jan 29, 2005 13:12:05 GMT -5
Post by Brooke on Jan 29, 2005 13:12:05 GMT -5
It's here so that we have a place to talk about what we believe, ask questions, and just share with others.
So, feel free to join in if you want.
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good bye cruel world, the SA80 is going to get you
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Jan 29, 2005 18:32:33 GMT -5
Post by alanm on Jan 29, 2005 18:32:33 GMT -5
will do
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Mar 23, 2005 11:59:10 GMT -5
Post by Nitro390 on Mar 23, 2005 11:59:10 GMT -5
Grandpa's Hands
Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking, he said in a clear strong voice.
I didn't mean to disturb you, grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK I explained to him.
Have you ever looked at your hands he asked. I mean really looked at your hands?
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.
Grandpa smiled and related this story:
Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.
They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
They dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my life.
They held my rifle and wiped my tears when I went off to war. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.
Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse and walked my daughter down the aisle.
Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out of a foxhole and lifted a plow off of my best friends foot. They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life.
But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ.
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandpa's hands and led him home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and wife I think grandpa. I know he has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel his hands upon my face. .
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