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Unexpected events change everything. But God’s plan will always prevail. Jesus entered the world by a virgin birth and all of the world was blessed.
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Nothing lasts forever. So, as the countdown of the final days of 2022 continues, consider: Now is the day of salvation! But even this too shall pass!
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Have you ever wondered why you can’t seem to connect with God? You believe that God is real but when you try to talk to Him it seems your prayers never go farther than the ceiling. If this is the case then maybe you need to check your connection.
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Yesterday Abigail and I went to the eye doctor. Both of us have been having some blurred vision and needed to get our prescriptions updated. Sorry to say, I have now entered the world of bifocals. This verse came to mind as I was lamenting my introduction to the annoyances of being in my late 40s. Even in my frustration, I decided I do not want to go back to a younger me. Over the years I have grown closer to God and have developed a deeper relationship with Him that I would never want to give up. As my earthly eyes have diminished, my heavenly vision has been strengthened. Dealing with any problem here, no matter how painful, is insignificant when we focus our eyes on Christ and eternity. Earthly trials will only last for a short time whereas for Christians our future with the LORD in heaven is forever.
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During my childhood and teen years, I spent many delightful weeks each summer at a camp in Halstead, PA. All year long I would look forward to returning to this peaceful haven where I enjoyed Christian friends as well as God’s beautiful creation. Camp Iroquoina was located down a long, windy, and dusty road nestled in the Pocono Mountains. My time there shaped my life in more ways than one.
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Looking through my photos the other day I found a picture I had taken a few summers ago. I snapped it because it was so unusual. On our side porch where the concrete pad meets the brick wall a petunia plant had grown up and blossomed with vibrant pink flowers. This beautiful gift from God had sprung up from a crack in the barren, dead concrete.