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AttitudesThis page presents the alternatives we have for the patterns of thinking which color our world. We can choose what we think about.
Use this graphic to train your mind to think differently.
Can you see three different perspectives?
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Related: Voice of Arthur Godfried as Yagro saying “I can't take it anymore” from Disney's Alladin
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"The View"
Forwarded from Judy Tyner |
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I am thankfulFor the wife who says it's hot dogs tonight because she is home with me, not with someone else. |
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We Don't Have To Feel Bad
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Adapted from Naomi Mohr's Single Tidbits Many people have a long list of supporters who they depend on when things get a little rough. Most of us would say our mother, best friend, spouse, etc. Who do you run to in times of trouble? Where on the list is Jesus? Next to which number is God? Please remember They (God and Jesus) are there and Their greatest joy is to comfort you when thing go wrong, to rejoice with you each time you take a step forward and to catch you when you fall. Jesus loved you enough to die for you, surely such a sacrifice speaks volumes of love . . . . why not trust Him with your problems? He has said He'll never leave you. Why do you search for company when in sorrow? He has said He will never forsake you, so why do you say or feel you are alone? He waits with open arms to comfort, heal, help, strengthen, lift, carry, hold, calm, rescue, protect, raise and bless you. There has never been a problem that He couldn't solve, a heart that He couldn't mend, an illness that He couldn't cure . . . or a cry that He couldn't hear. |
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I Am Accepted. I Belong.
“God does not justify us because we are worthy,
but by justifying us makes us worthy.”
The following copyright by Richard Collins,1997 Sculptor.org
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I Am Secure
Copyright by Richard Collins,1997 Sculptor.org
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“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.” —Romans 12:12 (NIV)
I Am Significant
Copyright by Richard Collins,1997 Sculptor.org
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The Fellowship of the Unashamedby Dr. Bob Moorehead, in Words Aptly Spoken Overlake Christian Bookstore (December 1995) Some who quote this begin with "An African pastor was overwhelmed by rebels who demanded that he renounce his faith. He refused. The night before they took his life, he wrote the following lines on a scrap of paper:" I am part of the "Fellowship of the Unashamed." I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I've stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of His. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals! I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by presence, lean by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power. My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few, my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought , compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, diluted, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won't give up, shut up, let up, or burn up till I've preached up, prayed up, paid up, stored up, and stayed up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus. I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops. And when He comes to get His own, He'll have no problems recognizing me. My colors will be clear. |
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The Letter from Jesus
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer." With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. "Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner." She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents. "Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least." She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. A loaf of french bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk. leaving Ruth with grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm. "Hey lady, can you help us, lady?" Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags. "Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we'd really appreciate it." Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to. "Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him." "Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway." The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart. "Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest." She handed the man her grocery bag. "Thank you lady. Thank you very much!" "Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering. "You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street..without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest. "Thank you lady! Thank you very much!" Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox. "That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day." She took the envelope out of the box and opened it
The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.
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Head of Poseidon (Greek Zeus) c.460-450 BC from The Bridgeman Art Library |
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