<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:21:07.052-05:00</updated><category term='mind'/><category term='natural'/><category term='crucifixion'/><category term='planting'/><category term='mountain'/><category term='purpose'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='light'/><category term='Pretend'/><category term='night'/><category term='offering'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Holy Spirit'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Endurance'/><category term='insects'/><category term='forgiven'/><category term='Porch'/><category term='eye'/><category term='Attitude'/><category term='sandls'/><category term='Restored'/><category term='angels'/><category term='shelter'/><category term='drawn'/><category term='moth ball'/><category term='ears'/><category term='mercy'/><category term='family'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='bread'/><category term='probation'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='wind'/><category term='plexiglas'/><category term='Father'/><category term='walking'/><category term='spiders'/><category term='singing'/><category term='children'/><category term='walk'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='peace'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='incense'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='Ashes'/><category term='dimples'/><category term='son'/><category term='banners'/><category term='plants'/><category term='camping'/><category term='engagment'/><category term='wife'/><category term='sancitifed'/><category term='paralized'/><category term='Fields'/><category term='game'/><category term='fatherm friend'/><category term='compassion'/><category term='scriptures'/><category term='life'/><category term='crufixion'/><category term='trials'/><category term='Birthright'/><category term='hurts'/><category term='tongue'/><category term='fire'/><category term='church'/><category term='words'/><category term='call'/><category term='promises'/><category term='blood brothers'/><category term='strength'/><category term='covenatn'/><category term='slavery'/><category term='husband'/><category term='crickets'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='Thunder'/><category term='Smoke'/><category term='forsaken'/><category term='hungry'/><category term='love'/><category term='justified'/><category term='mate'/><category term='master'/><title type='text'>Marys Treasures Of Inspirational Stories - Delightful - Funny - Praise - A tear on the cheek - Life</title><subtitle type='html'>How my “Jott’em Downs” became A Ministry of Mary’s  Treasures of Inspirational Stories

My family kept after me to share the things I jotted down. I have problems with grammar, which I have found out is a learning problem, plus I turn sentences and words and numbers around. For so long would not show my writings to anyone. So please enjoy the spirit of the articles, and over look the mistakes. When I asked some to correct them they said no that it would ruin the flavor of the articles.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-2960353012124689545</id><published>2009-05-19T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:47:21.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forsaken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paralized'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crufixion'/><title type='text'>His Pain For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember last year just before memorial service time I watched a show that talked about what physically happened to our precious Savior. The hours that passed, and how the body was reacting to the shock. How that where they put the nails, there is one place in the hand that will miss all bones, it is in that flesh part between the thumb and forefinger. In that area there are many nerves. They would put the nail there. It had an effect on the arms and body that paralized them with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also from the time the whipped him, put His robe back on Him, then most likely stripped it off of Him, the plasma and blood had dried from the many wounds, and when they stripped it off it would have been like jerking off His skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said the cat of nine tails were more horrid than I imagined. They would with all their might hit the person with the whip, the metal on the ends of the whips would dig into the flesh, and just tear it off their bodies. We do read in the OT where He said he could see His bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where they took Him was the city dump where the dead animals also were taken, and the stinch even today is still so bad they have to cover their nose, when these people that go digging things up go there to go through things. So He endure this foul smell also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no pain He can not understand that we suffer. There is no stinch we have to smell that He has not smelled as bad. He was unable to move His body, so one that is paralized He understands what it is like. He could not breath in the position He was in, and the way they hung Him they say caused the lungs to fill with fluid. So of those with breathing problems He knows their suffering. He has felt every human emotion, the intensity of pain and suffereing, and having to be all alone, scoffed at, lies told to, falsely jailed, put to death for a crime He didn't do and on and on. Nothing we can go through He can not relate to as our High Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also understand where it says Why have you forsaken me, is not the correct translation. So many letters look the same in Hebrew, and when they were transliterated/translaates into Greek they mistook some letters, and it changed the meanings. They say, it is suppse to read. My El my El, for this was I spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 I was praying about healing, what He went through for me. I had some health issues. I heard very clearly, "I felt it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Bierman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-2960353012124689545?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2960353012124689545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=2960353012124689545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/2960353012124689545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/2960353012124689545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/his-pain-for-me.html' title='His Pain For Me'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-5616421215950020369</id><published>2009-05-19T19:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:43:21.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sancitifed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justified'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashes'/><title type='text'>FROM THE ASHES BEAUTY CAN COME</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to knowing we are, not the person we were treated as, but a child of our Father. Words to comfort us. When I found out who I was as HIS child, then what man said didn't matter. From the stories posted, maybe we can find comfort from the Word about that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in all the hurts, we can hold on to, who we are in the Father, and that He will take care of the ones that hurt us, then we can get through it. Many times we are mistreated by someone, and it hurts so bad, and even more if from one in the faith. As the old saying goes, "You are hurt the most by the one you love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first came into the faith many of us had that first love for our Father. May we never loose our love for Him. What man did to us was not Him. Not every man that says he is a minister for Him was ever called by him. I think we got into that type of situation, believe the man was called, when he was not. We can either let what happened to us destroy us, or use it to grow. We can also use any comfort we got in it, to comfort others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I, as His child, have been washed, sanctified, and justified according to 1 Cor.6:11. Do you really realize what this means? No Church, minister, or any being has the right to tell you that you are not going to be in the kingdom. No right to tell you that you can not serve where you know you have a calling! If they do, then you are in the wrong place, and something is not lining up with the written Word where you attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father called the ones rich in faith, not the highly educated ones. The mind you have in you, if you are His child is the mind of His very own Son! He has revealed things to you by His Spirit, and as His child He has shown you things that the ones without His Spirit can not see according to 1 Cor. 2:19, 10, 16. This is you and me! We did not have to have them spoon feeding us, telling us what we could or could not do as the Fathers child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave us His Spirit, and according to Romans 8:26-39 and 1 John. 2:27. You, and I had something they didn't want us to know we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear people, we are so special to our Father. We were called to a work of righteousness, and just because a Church, or minister in the past mistreated us, it does not mean we can not still be, and do what we were called to do! We can have joy unspeakable. Peace like that can not be described. It is with our Father, and His Son we have these things. They are merciful, and so loving. They give us their Spirit to help us be able to live pleasing to them. They give us the power of the Holy Spirit to do a work for them. 1 Cor.12. We see here that each and every one of His children are given a power of His Spirit to do something for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been set in their family by them, not any man on earth. No man can every take us out of that family! They can threaten you, try all the scare tactics they want, but our Father holds us in His hand an no man can take us out of it!. We can by choice get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 1996 Mary's Treasures of Jott'em Downs Mary Lois Bierman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-5616421215950020369?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5616421215950020369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=5616421215950020369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/5616421215950020369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/5616421215950020369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-ashes-beauty-can-come.html' title='FROM THE ASHES BEAUTY CAN COME'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-3642544095431462894</id><published>2009-05-19T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:35:33.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Explaining to our 3 year old how a prayer can't be stopped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SMOKEY PRAYERS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With our son we always tried to come down to his level of understanding when we wanted to teach him something. The more graphic we could make it link to what we were teaching him the better he understood. Below is a beautiful memory of something we taught him, and some 17 or so years later he still talks about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When was about 4 or so years old I wanted to teach him that our Father in heaven always heard his prayers and that nothing could stop them from getting to Him. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I took one of my stick incense and lit it. When the smoke was going up so nice and straight we played with a hand movement. He saw how the air current could cause it to change directions. Then I put my hand over where the smoke was rising. As it went around my hand then up I told him that is what happens to our prayers. It would always get to our Father. He was very impressed by that. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was delighted with the experiment. A simple thing that a child could understand yet it was very effective. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  ©By Mary Bierman All rights reserved. Mary.titus2@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-3642544095431462894?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3642544095431462894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=3642544095431462894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/3642544095431462894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/3642544095431462894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/explaining-to-our-3-year-old-how-prayer.html' title='Explaining to our 3 year old how a prayer can&apos;t be stopped.'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-5699396475909923023</id><published>2009-05-19T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:36:01.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises'/><title type='text'>Endurance Has a great reward</title><content type='html'>11 Tim. 2:11-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we die with Him, we shall live with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we endure, we will also reign with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we disown Him, He will disown us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If we are faithless, He will remain faithful for He can't disown Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read these, I thought whatever mankind does to destroy those who carry the word, either by voice or by print. His Word will prevail. Nothing can stop His Word from going where He wants it to go. If I can remain faithful, endure any hardships even, if it means my death, I am promised eternal life. This is an not empty promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, life in itself has battles all of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can get through them, try to learn from them, and go on. That's life, guaranteed to have ups, downs, and plenty of enduring. After it is all weighed and measures, what did I gain by it all, to take with me in death, if I do not have the Father? Nothing but a fearful judgement to look forward to. John 5:28-29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious promises to go with the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In walking with our Father, I have precious promises to go with the test, trials, and times I just having stood, stand on faith, and confidence good will come from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stand on the promise nothing will be harder than I can endure, or He will make a way out for me. Many times I prayed for a testing time to be over, it was to much, I just could not endure it any longer, then it not stop but go on. Then when it ended I looked back, and saw how much more I could endure than I thought. I had stretched, stretched and stretched more than I ever knew I could. I was elated that I didn't give up, and what I learned was so precious. I just praised our Father that He didn't stop it when I asked Him to. What a wonderful spiritual blessing I would have missed out on. What I went through seemed to fade in the light of what He had to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David cried out in despair, then turn it into praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ps. 139: David talks about how we are known inside and out. I see David calling out in crying in despair one minute, then the next telling our Father He knows it will all be ok. In all things that happens good will come from it. It really doesn't matter how bleak things are, how we wonder how in the world can anything good come from something we are going through, we have a promise it will. Most times it is a spiritual lesson we could not have learned as well in any other setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh daddy, if I cry. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times when something was going on in my life, and it hurt so bad, it was overwhelming, I was afraid to cry. I had His promise it would not be to hard, and in my mind to cry was to say it was to hard. I had poured out my heart to my Father that I wanted to learn what ever it was He was trying to teach me, I didn't want to loose that, but it hurt so bad, and I wanted to cry, but to cry was being soft and not taking it, but complaining it was to hard in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day He showed me that it was not wrong to cry over a hurt, hardship, testing or trial. It was the way I cried. A cry of totally surrender, a cry of weariness, and being tired was not saying it was to hard. Crying was human a emotion that helped one cope. Most times it was when I got to the point of crying, was when the words came of surrendering it all to the Father instead of trying to endure on my own, to fix it on my own. Then soon it truly was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust Him to do the driving in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows me, and He is not out to break me with a test. In it I get to know me sometimes, and I am shocked to see I am not as strong in an area as I thought I was. It gives me a chance to work on it. He wants to use these times to strengthen me, to bring me closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows the end, just exactly how it can end, how it will turn out, according to His purpose if I do not give up. I have to trust Him to do the driving so to speak, and to get me to that destination, and arrive in the condition He wants me to arrive in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan can shake his fist at us, reach out to grab us, scare us, but he can not touch us unless our Father allows it, just like in the case of Job. I can let him get to me if I doubt, then he will cause me to doubt all the promises that the Father gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endurance, dedication has a price &amp;amp; what it buys is priceless. Eternal life with our Father and His Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Mary's Treasures of Jott'em Downs Mary Lois Bierman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-5699396475909923023?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5699396475909923023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=5699396475909923023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/5699396475909923023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/5699396475909923023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/endurance-has-great-reward.html' title='Endurance Has a great reward'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-2158520171497979100</id><published>2009-05-19T18:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:32:01.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Do you ever want to hold someone's ears so they will listen?</title><content type='html'>CALLED IN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back in your pre- conversion days, have you ever really had a dislike for a person so much, and you were not very nice to them? Then for some reason you got to know that person, and you came to have a genuine love for them? You were so sorry for how you treated them, they things you said about them, and you had to make it right with them. You didn't have peace until it was all right. Then you came to love them, and didn't want to do anything to make them unhappy, you did things pleasing to them, special things for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how it is with our Father. We didn't obey Him, we mistreated Him in a way. Then there was a time we came to really know Him, and we were so sorry for what we had done to Him, or not done for Him. We fell in love with Him, and we just had to make it right with Him. We wanted so much to be His child, and we lived our life accordingly. As years went on He talked with us, explained things to us, and we formed a tight relationship with Him. A precious one that was more important than any thing else. We didn't love Him and want to be His child because He scared us half to death. He wanted us to love Him, and then fear to disobey Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SO FRIGHTENING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember back in 1956 or so reading the book of Rev. I read it under the covers at night, and it scared me. I just knew they were looking in the windows at me, and they could not see me under the covers! I didn't know it was all symbols. I thought they were real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember when I was young a Minister where my mom went to Church coming to the house, and he had all these drawings on a huge paper. All those heads, and horns on one animal! He had it down pat. My mom was big on talking on all that stuff. To a child it was just what I saw on that paper. One animal with to many things on it's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in 1962 I started the correspondence course. After two lessons I stopped. Scared to death of what I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING DRAWN TO THE FATHER IN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was remembering over the last few days about the process of things when I was drawn to the Father. I can remember being drawn though wanting to prove someone wrong on something. The words being clear that I read. I saw things about a relationship of the Father and His children. Oh it was awesome, the beauty of belonging to Him. He gave me enough of His Spirit that I was filled with such a wonderful joy. I was in love, wonderfully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read to the wee hours of the morning devouring those words. I wanted to be His kid. In wanting to be His child I saw what displeased Him, and I was guilty of displeasing Him, and it hurt, it hurt so bad that I had did things that hurt Him because of my actions. I cried, and prayed, and cried over all the things I could think of to say I was sorry for, and it hurt me, that I hurt Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that the way to wipe it all out, and have as it were a clean slate was to be baptized. I wanted that so bad I could taste it. I knew without being forgiven, I could not have His Spirit, and I wanted that so much. It meant I was His kid lock, stock, and barrel, as they say in the south. I learned of His Son, what He did for me. And that hurt. It hurt because I loved Him, and He hurt because of what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew I learned of a hope, a hope like I had never had here on earth. It was grand, it was more than grand. A new body, to live with Him forever. Be loved by Him forever, not ever fall from that favor ever. Oh it was grand, more than grand. I read of a city, and what it looked like, and I wanted to be a part of it. I read of Is. 65, and I wanted to see it be. I was loved. I didn't have to understand Rev. I could understanding the warnings, and I wanted no part in doing those things. I didn't have to be afraid any more of Rev. as if I was His kid, He was going to take care of me when that time came. Love has no fear, and He took that fear from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPING OTHERS TO KNOW HE LOVES THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for years I have said we ought to love people into the kingdom. Bringing them into a relationship with the Father and His Son. Introducing a person to them, by showing them who they are, what they are. Bringing them to where they love them so much that they want to repent of the wrongs, not because you try to scare them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, remembering how great it is to be called by love to be the Fathers child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 1996 Mary's Treasures of Jott'em Downs Mary Lois Bierman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-2158520171497979100?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2158520171497979100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=2158520171497979100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/2158520171497979100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/2158520171497979100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-ever-want-to-hold-someones-ears.html' title='Do you ever want to hold someone&apos;s ears so they will listen?'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-6957711215625857613</id><published>2009-05-19T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:22:21.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>DO I HEAR WHAT HE IS SAYING?</title><content type='html'>Do I agree with Him in what He says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of the things I had been thinking about was how when Yahweh/God was on the mountain top, and He thundered out the commandments. The people listened and told Him all He told them they agreed to do. We have many contracts that our Father wants to make with us. The written Word is full of them. I am trying to think when I pray to talk about something He said He would do or be to me, and then tell Him I agree with that, I will be in agreement to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells us things that do not depend on if we like it or not. It just is. Like He is our Master, and has judgement over us. If we are in agreement with this then we have blessings, yet it doesn't mean He is not master just because we do not want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is built on believing someone's word a lot of times. He tells me He will do something for me, and I have to believe He will. I was reading about when He healed folks. It was believing He could do it. Asking if He would do it. Most times if we do not watch, we bring it down to will He do it for me? I do this a lot of times. Instead of getting my mind on who He is, and what He said about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading how we are to love our Heavenly Father with all our heart, and love others as ourselves. Then I was thinking of how way back when a lot of torts and laws were given it covered being fair to others in actions. This is how the law hung on it. It was doing what was right toward your fellow man. On this hang all the law and prophets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have promises that His love is there for us though the mountains be removed; that His loving kindness will not depart from us, neither His covenant of peace be removed. Isaiah 4:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been told that when our Heavenly Father and put His Spirit in us we will have peace beyond words. Peace of being taken care of. That we will not starve, go naked are some things a lot of folks do not have peace over. I have been reading about I am not to worry about these things. My Father knows I need them. Not everything we want is a need. So I have an agreement, as long as I am faithful to Him, He will feed, and cloth me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading in Isaiah 54:17 a verse that for a long time I have clung to. No weapon that is formed against you shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against you in judgement you shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of Yahweh/God, which is of me, says Yahweh/God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like those promises very much. I have my part to do. Loving our Heavenly Father and His Son is my part. Not half hearted, but with all my heart. So much that they are so real to me that if my eyes were closes, and I were thinking or talking to them, if I opened my eyes I would expect them to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I read a verse in the scripture that I can make an agreement with the Father or His Son on, I like to do it. I like to claim it for me when I need it. Standing boldly before the throne bringing this agreement with me, and asking for their part of it to be fulfilled if I have done my part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rights reserved © 12/1997 by Mary Lois Bierman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-6957711215625857613?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6957711215625857613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=6957711215625857613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/6957711215625857613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/6957711215625857613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-i-hear-what-he-is-saying.html' title='DO I HEAR WHAT HE IS SAYING?'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-2728736373698206793</id><published>2009-05-19T18:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:18:02.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plexiglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimples'/><title type='text'>DIMPLES IN OUR LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My husband, Jack, has been putting up plexiglas around the porch. From this side it looks good, and keeps the cold wind off the porch, and does the job it was put up for. When we go outside and stand where the light shines on it, at a certain place on several sheets, is a place about as big as a big hand. Jack says it is a bubble, but it looks like a dimple, but it is a blemish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay there last night thinking about it. How in our life from the inside we see everything going fine, and just great. Then The Heavenly Father shines His light on us, and we see these imperfections here and there. Now Jack can leave those sheets of plexiglas up, and it will do the job just fine. Whether it will weaken the plexiglas or not when strong winds come and them break I do not know. I do know it is not as strong as it would have been without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Heavenly Father sees us with our imperfections, and He can still use us to do a righteous work. The whole sheet of plexiglas would have to be replace, but unlike it, our Father can take out the spots of weakness in us. He can through His Spirit remake us in into His own image, into His likeness, and not throw us away and start all over with another body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 12/10/1998 Mary's Treasures of Jott'em Downs Mary Lois Bierman. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-2728736373698206793?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2728736373698206793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=2728736373698206793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/2728736373698206793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/2728736373698206793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/dimples-in-our-life.html' title='DIMPLES IN OUR LIFE'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-7549637334741947702</id><published>2009-05-19T17:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:14:14.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crickets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiders'/><title type='text'>Crickets singing, stars shinning, and all was well in the world I was in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was outside last night, looking at the beauty of the milky way. Oh it was simply wonderful, just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the angels that get to see it more closer than we do. Thinking about back at creation how they rejoiced over it. How beautiful it must have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying the smell of the flowers drifting through the night air, and just getting caught up in the wonder of it all. I wondered about far off galaxies that we can not even see, and those that with powerful telescopes we have pictures taken from them. How small we are in the universe. Yet we are His children, blessed, loved, and just as He knows the stars by name, He knows even the numbers of the hairs on our head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up into the heavens and called out, and said, "Maker of all the heavens, earth, seas, gulfs, waters, and fountains of the deep, and all living things in them, it is you I worship, and it is your Son that is my salvation, my master of masters, my owner or owners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right there listening, hearing every word. It was wonderful to look up and see the expanse of heaven, and talk to the Master of time, Master of all things. I thought, time, yes time belongs to Him too. I belong to Him, and put the two together, I am His in all ways, and in all things. Life or death I am His, and He still was master over the situation. That was nice to think about, no reason to fear death, as He was master of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the time that the creator of all I saw coming down from heaven to dwell with man. How new heavens and a new earth were going to be created. I looked at the heavens and asked, "Father, will we have stars, they are so pretty to look at?" If what we see now is beautiful how much more so will the new heavens and new earth will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay there with binoculars gazing into the heavens seeing patterns, planets and stars, that looked like I could reach out to touch them, and in touching them I was touching their creator. I listened to crickets, spiders singing, and other insects of the night calling out in the dark, and all was well with the world I was in at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©All rights reserve 07/18/1998 Mary Lois Bierman's Inspirational Ministryc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-7549637334741947702?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7549637334741947702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=7549637334741947702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/7549637334741947702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/7549637334741947702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/crickets-singing-stars-shinning-and-all.html' title='Crickets singing, stars shinning, and all was well in the world I was in.'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-3505571052007186241</id><published>2009-05-19T17:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:51:22.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>How Does One Choose A Mate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Choosing a mate is not like the pin the tail on the donkey game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear so many times people state that there is no one in their assembly for a mate. They consider marriage out side of their faith. Yahweh tells us to not be unequally yoked. Now do you think He would tell us to not do that then there be no one in all world for us? He knows in all the world where there is a mate He has chosen for them. He is not beyond bringing them together. When it is our Fathers choice for us when we meet we are not a stranger. Something inside us draws us to each other. Deep down in our spirit we are what seems like soul mates. There is no way to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for young people I would want to say. Go to your Father in heaven and let Him do the match making. Ask Him where is that person that needs you exactly like you are. Yes, exactly like you are. Fault, assets and all. Also where is the one that you need exactly like he is. The one that Yahweh has chosen for you. Most important to remember. When you think you are ready to marry may not be the time our Father has for you to marry. I know when the time came that my husband and I were brought together we were who we were because of what we had been through up to that time. We had things to learn, and all those things we went through taught us those things. Things that were needed in marriage. Things needed to be a parent if children were also to be born to the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts long before you meet. He choose you to be His child before the foundation of the world. That being so, then he choose who my parents were to be, or so it would seem. Making our walk with our Heavenly Father and His Son is to come before anything else. Especially in a marriage. Otherwise everyday things would carry over to the marriage. We have to walk in the Spirit of love to make a good marriage. This comes from being at one in the Spirit with out Father. With that the thorns in the marital bed will be only straws. Not important at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in a marriage is so sweet, wonderful and does not have to be like the worlds marriages that are made in the flesh . A child of our Father has a built helper at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Choosing a Mate by Mary Bierman, Mary's Treasures. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-3505571052007186241?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3505571052007186241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=3505571052007186241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/3505571052007186241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/3505571052007186241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-does-one-choose-mate.html' title='How Does One Choose A Mate?'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-2720079790586322264</id><published>2009-05-19T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:47:21.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crucifixion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><title type='text'>Can You Hear, And See It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many times have you read something and in your mind pretended you could see what was being described? You pretended you heard people in the stories, and even gave them an accent. I started to do this also when I read the scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a very long time I found if I personalized promises, and commands in the scriptures that it was more impressive to me. I started changing we, our, they, them, you, over to me, my or I in the scriptures, and actually wrote it near the other word if there was room. It was like a one on one conversation. I pretended I heard the words said to me. I understood it better that way, some times things I had read many times became more clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like to pretend that Yahshua / Jesus is looking at me, and me at Him when I read as if He is talking right to me. I am here to tell you it really makes me take note of what is being said! Sometimes I read it as though He is telling me the story in first person. Or His Father is telling me about His son and what He did and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago I read about the crucifixion as if the Messiah was walking me through it in first person and telling me what was happening. What different people were doing. What he did and about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 26:57 ( the idea not word for word )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they laid hold on me the lead me away to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter followed me afar off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the chief priest s and elders, and all the council sought false witness against me to put me, to death....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the high priest rose up and ask me, answer me nothing?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I held my peace....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they spit in my face, and buffeted me: and other hit me with the palms of their hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I read this story before the memorial services as if He were telling it to me as it happened to Him. That the service is going take be a lot more personal as to what He went through and did for all the ones who have accepted Him as their Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) Mary Bierman, Mary's Inspirational Stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-2720079790586322264?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2720079790586322264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=2720079790586322264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/2720079790586322264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/2720079790586322264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-you-hear-and-see-it.html' title='Can You Hear, And See It?'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-587438076530679816</id><published>2009-05-19T17:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:44:32.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatherm friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>CALLED IN LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking back in your pre- conversion days, have you ever really had a dislike for a person so much, and you were not very nice to them? Then for some reason you got to know that person, and you came to have a genuine love for them? You were so sorry for how you treated them, they things you said about them, and you had to make it right with them. You didn't have peace until it was all right. Then you came to love them, and didn't want to do anything to make them unhappy, you did things pleasing to them, special things for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how it is with our Father. We didn't obey Him, we mistreated Him in a way. Then there was a time we came to really know Him, and we were so sorry for what we had done to Him, or not done for Him. We fell in love with Him, and we just had to make it right with Him. We wanted so much to be His child, and we lived our life accordingly. As years went on He talked with us, explained things to us, and we formed a tight relationship with Him. A precious one that was more important than any thing else. We didn't love Him and want to be His child because He scared us half to death. He wanted us to love Him, and then fear to disobey Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SO FRIGHTENING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember back in 1956 or so reading the book of Rev. I read it under the covers at night, and it scared me. I just knew they were looking in the windows at me, and they could not see me under the covers! I didn't know it was all symbols. I thought they were real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember when I was young a Minister where my mom went to Church coming to the house, and he had all these drawings on a huge paper. All those heads, and horns on one animal! He had it down pat. My mom was big on talking on all that stuff. To a child it was just what I saw on that paper. One animal with to many things on it's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in 1962 I started the correspondence course. After two lessons I stopped. Scared to death of what I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING DRAWN TO THE FATHER IN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was remembering over the last few days about the process of things when I was drawn to the Father. I can remember being drawn though wanting to prove someone wrong on something. The words being clear that I read. I saw things about a relationship of the Father and His children. Oh it was awesome, the beauty of belonging to Him. He gave me enough of His Spirit that I was filled with such a wonderful joy. I was in love, wonderfully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read to the wee hours of the morning devouring those words. I wanted to be His kid. In wanting to be His child I saw what displeased Him, and I was guilty of displeasing Him, and it hurt, it hurt so bad that I had did things that hurt Him because of my actions. I cried, and prayed, and cried over all the things I could think of to say I was sorry for, and it hurt me, that I hurt Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that the way to wipe it all out, and have as it were a clean slate was to be baptized. I wanted that so bad I could taste it. I knew without being forgiven, I could not have His Spirit, and I wanted that so much. It meant I was His kid lock, stock, and barrel, as they say in the south. I learned of His Son, what He did for me. And that hurt. It hurt because I loved Him, and He hurt because of what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew I learned of a hope, a hope like I had never had here on earth. It was grand, it was more than grand. A new body, to live with Him forever. Be loved by Him forever, not ever fall from that favor ever. Oh it was grand, more than grand. I read of a city, and what it looked like, and I wanted to be a part of it. I read of Is. 65, and I wanted to see it be. I was loved. I didn't have to understand Rev. I could understanding the warnings, and I wanted no part in doing those things. I didn't have to be afraid any more of Rev. as if I was His kid, He was going to take care of me when that time came. Love has no fear, and He took that fear from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPING OTHERS TO KNOW HE LOVES THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for years I have said we ought to love people into the kingdom. Bringing them into a relationship with the Father and His Son. Introducing a person to them, by showing them who they are, what they are. Bringing them to where they love them so much that they want to repent of the wrongs, not because you try to scare them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, remembering how great it is to be called by love to be the Fathers child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 1996 Mary's Treasures of Jott'em Downs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-587438076530679816?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/587438076530679816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=587438076530679816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/587438076530679816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/587438076530679816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/called-in-love.html' title='CALLED IN LOVE'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-6851388746603082243</id><published>2009-05-19T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:41:40.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slavery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandls'/><title type='text'>Bought for the price of a sandal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SANDALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    This morning I read where the Bible opened up. It opened to Amos 7:5, and I read about how the people were unfair, and taking advantage of the poor. How they made them a slave for a pair of sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I thought back about things I had learned. One could be bought as a slave, taken as a slave, or sell themselves into Slavery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In the NT were are told to love our fellow man kind as our selves. That of the house hold of faith, and our families we are to help them, and after that others if they had need. If we had two of something and they were without to give them one. We were to give freely not expecting back, not expecting praise for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Even back then if a family member needed help they would say that it was already set aside as an offering to the Father. The Master told us that what we did to one of His children, was as if we did it to Him, or for Him. So many today have offerings set aside to send in to the "church", they know of someone who is in need. If they send it to the Church, most times that person will not receive any help what so ever from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We also see that we are to do of our free will, not being made to do something. The soldiers could command them to carry their burden, but they were told to take it and extra mile. Emotionally, and mentally this took them out of the slave context, the being taken advantage mode, and maybe a grumbling mood, and put them in a giving of oneself attitude. Which could change their outlook on things. Maybe, I don't know, that our Father then looked upon it as a good deed done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We are told to owe no man ( be slaves to no man) anything, but love. We do see if one is in that position for some reasons that he is to be honest, and a good worker, doing it as unto the Master in heaven, not the one on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    Praise our Father that we physically do not have the same system today. Yet, if we do not watch we can become slaves to every day things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 02/09/98 - Mary Bierman Mary's Treasures of stories.All rights reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-6851388746603082243?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6851388746603082243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=6851388746603082243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/6851388746603082243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/6851388746603082243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/bought-for-price-of-sandal.html' title='Bought for the price of a sandal'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-4152225156194271936</id><published>2009-05-19T17:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:39:07.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covenatn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>BLOOD BROTHERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you have a blood brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about love. I had written this down after, reading scriptures. I wanted to share it with you. I know you know it, but isn't it lovely to share the word with each other, and rejoice in what it says? It brings sweetness to the soul to just think upon all these wonderful things our Father has for us. I love sharing things I have learned. So I hope you too will be blessed by what I found out about blood Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a just a child's game? As children many use a custom, that in some countries is, or was a very precious, and serious act. Cutting of ones flesh, mingling the blood together. They were bonded by that blood. They stood against all foes, not alone, but together. Two become one in spirit through that act.They made a covenant with each other, an agreement, a pledge to always be there when the other was in need. Blood brothers was closer than one born by birth as a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer do we have to face life alone either.Our Master became a blood brother to us, and is with us in Spirit, as long as we love Him with all our heart. Along the road of life, we have Him to walk with us, stand up for us, help us, encourage us. When foes are against us, they have to go through Him to get to us! He knows before we do that we will need help. So I can truly say, " If He is for me, then who can be against me." They may be, but they will not be successful in their plans against me. Besides that, I read where He also has angels that watch over me, and protect me! Hebrews 1:13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahshua, the Hebrew name of the one most call Jesus, made a blood covenant agreement with us. The difference being He was the only one that shed blood. Please look at Hebrews 9:12 Hebrews 10:22. Isn't this just awesome? By what He did we can go right into the most Holy of Hollies before our great Father in heaven. Here on earth those who become blood brothers mingle their blood together, but here we see that we are considered sprinkled with His blood. Our dear precious Master shared His blood with us. Pouring out of His life blood was His sacrifice of love, showing us how much He truly loved us. For in no other way would man kind really understand if it were less than a life given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing this He demonstrated to the world one of the greatest lessons, what true love is, in the purest form. It didn't cost Him nothing, it cost Him everything. You see, in order for Him to do this He had to give up something far greater than a physical life. He gave up eternity. ( Phil2:7-8) Before becoming human flesh the WORD that created all things had eternity in front of Him. All things came into being. It is the power of His Word that keeps everything. ( Heb.1:2-3) Without it things would cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it cost Him, but only for a little while. That is what He is trying to show us now,. It cost, but only for a little while. Then we also will have all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 1996 Mary's Treasures of Inspirational stories Mary Lois Bierman mary.titus2@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-4152225156194271936?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4152225156194271936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=4152225156194271936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/4152225156194271936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/4152225156194271936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/blood-brothers.html' title='BLOOD BROTHERS'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-363983019170612922</id><published>2009-05-19T17:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:35:27.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><title type='text'>What would it take for you to sell your birthright?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hebrews 12:15-16 warns us about being like Esau and selling our birthright for a morsel of bread like he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to thinking about ways we could do that. What would we do that would sell our birthright if we were hungry, naked, in tribulation, nakedness, lack of shelter, in peril, or would have to break one of the 10 commandments? What if were told we had to take the mark of the beast in order to get what we needed in that situation? Hungry, naked, needing shelter the Father knows about it and can bring water out of the rock if He needed to, bread from heaven and shelter us in lifes storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday whether we recognize it or not we can be in a situation where we can trade off our birth right the Father gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esau was not starving to death. Most likely he ate before he went out for the day. He most likely was very hungry, but to sell the birthright of the first born was very serious. What will it take for us to sell our birthright as a child of our Father? A birthright through being co-heirs with the Messiah Yahshua, inheriting everlasting life, the earth and being like Him when we come up in the resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not make that kind of mistake for like Esau that was very sorry over what he did and wept bitter tears over it. He could not undo what was done and found disfavor in the Fathers sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) 2009 Mary Bierman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-363983019170612922?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/363983019170612922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=363983019170612922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/363983019170612922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/363983019170612922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-would-it-take-for-you-to-sell-your.html' title='What would it take for you to sell your birthright?'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-5869067483320793314</id><published>2009-05-19T17:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:31:42.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><title type='text'>Big Banners Or Big Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Yeah, though I speak with the tongues of men and angels and have not love it profitith me nothing". It seems to me when we are putting others down for their beliefs, no matter how wrong they are, this is not showing love. "Love suffereth long and is kind ". If we are going to try to correct someone it should be done in love and in all kindness. Hey, we all make mistakes, and we all have a lot to learn. Let him who is perfect cast the first "stone". However, until we reach perfection let us not throw stones at Yahweh's children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father wants mercy, a contrite heart. Not a white flag flying high held on a pole in our hand that has all of our do &amp;amp; don'ts, an doctrines written on it. He wants us to be changed from the person we are in the natural that we read about in Gal. 5: to what we read about a few verses lower than those verses in Gal. 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts to love, have compassion, all the characteristics of Him in our daily walk. When people look at us they see a person that in trials, testings, what ever they may be, how they act is in the love like we see in 1 Cor.13: When everyone else is loosing their cool, they are at peace. When others are angry, and stormy in actions, they even in being upset, act in love, speak in love, feel love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives needs to be so reflective of our Father's character, that when others look at us they can say, "I don't know how they can act so peaceful, so loving, so what ever, it just simply is not natural." That leaves us an open door, through a silent witness, to speak volumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One have have a banner that is so weighty with writing that they can hardly hold it up. It will not be the banner they look at, but the one holding the banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil.4:8 Whatsoever is lovely, of truth, of good report, think upon these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 06/07/1998 Saly Wright &amp;amp; Mary Lois Bierman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-5869067483320793314?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5869067483320793314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=5869067483320793314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/5869067483320793314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/5869067483320793314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-banners-or-big-hearts.html' title='Big Banners Or Big Hearts'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-4003929072027553563</id><published>2009-05-19T17:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:24:30.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scriptures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>BEING HIS</title><content type='html'>I was thinking the other day of folks who do not know our Father. They see no reason to change, or give their life to Him. They like life as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember knowing about Him, but not fully. Just enough to trust Him when I prayed. Then when He called me, opened up the scriptures so I could see all the wonder, and glorious knowledge of who they were it was awesome beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fully became His, trusting, loving, and living for Him all of my life changed. There was nothing in this world worth having in place of being His child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When His Spirit was put in me, bearing witness that I was His child, it was a thrill that was greater than anything I ever experienced in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out no one in this world could say anything to change His mind about me, or cause Him to stop loving me. I had found a love so great no words could every be big enough to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I am a part of the family of our Father is so great. I may not understand a lot, I may see it from a different angle than someone else, but I am so glad to be in a family that is going to last for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No loving them, them dying. No hurting as we know it in the flesh. It is enough to know it will be. It is enough to be loved by them, and to love them. They fill my world. They fill my life. I know as long as that is so, I do not have to have any concern for loosing my life eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the song goes. When I have been there 10,000 years, I will have only just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 1997 Mary's Treasures of Jott'em Downs Mary Lois Bierman All rights reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-4003929072027553563?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4003929072027553563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=4003929072027553563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/4003929072027553563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/4003929072027553563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-his.html' title='BEING HIS'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-1593711377348662195</id><published>2009-05-14T22:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:35:45.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tongue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><title type='text'>Attitude, The Hidden Weapon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This article is long, but it is so very important to us all. It effects our every day life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can remember over the years teaching our son that he had Angels watching over him. He was told that no matter what evils there were in the world, he was protected, so he did not have a cause to carry a weapon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unseen weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;b&gt;Each of us have a weapon in our possession at all times. Most times we are not aware of it, yet we use it many times, and it is just as deadly as the most powerful weapon there is. With it we can hurt so deeply that a person may never recover. It is used thoughtlessly, and without restrain, and to use it is so automatic that most never think about it. It has power to kill a persons will power, their very reason to exist, or it can be used as a tool to do restoration work and to do much good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the tongue has a mind of its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;b&gt;We are warned in the scriptures that we must rule our tongues. That is one tool that attitudes uses. We are told it is like an uncontrolled fire that destroys. It destroys the one that receives it and the one that does it. We can make others heartsick with our words. We also can encourage, lift up, and give hope to others with them. The loudness it is spoken in, and the way it is said. The expression on our faces, and even the our body english says it all. It can also be shrugs of shoulders, facial expressions, body english that says you are not worth listening to, being in the presence of or worthy of my time or consideration. All of these are forms of communications.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little loving can go a long ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;b&gt;We are told if we have our Fathers Spirit dwelling in us, that love will rule our hearts. Love is also respect for another person. Their feelings, how you respond to them, treat them, help them just a general attitude toward them. There is never an excuse to be disrespectful to another person. It is directly telling them they are of little worth in your eyes. There is a lot said in the scriptures about this. Respecting parents, husband and wives respecting each other. How one treats an employee, or the employee treats the boss. We see in all these if they are a child of our Father that we are to do unto them as we would do until the Master Yahshua. Now that covers a lot of territory.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has no scales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;b&gt;Love does not have the choice of weighing worthiness. It at all times is to behave becomingly as one of our Fathers children. We are to honor other children above ourselves. Romans 12:10 shows us to be devoted to one another in brotherly love, Honor one another above your selves. Yet we see in all walks of life, people lashing out at each other with words, or actions that of themselves are like a cat of nine tails, digging into the heart, and cutting deep. Why? Selfishness, wanting to vent their own raw human fleshly feelings. Not having self control? Letting the desire to hurt another person be stronger than love for them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is hard to bless someone who hurts you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Matthew: we see that if someone does something to us we should bless them. If they truly have done something to us, then let the Father take it over. I use to wonder, how can I bless someone when the Father said not to bless a person in their sins. Then slowly I saw that to bless them would be to ask a blessing on them that what ever problem they are having would be replaced with what would be pleasing to the Father. I saw too that our Father is more concerned over what our attitude could to to us than what was done to us. Attitudes can reach down into the pit of hell and draw up fire that never can be put out, no matter how many time one says I am sorry.  So our Father wants us to not give the adversary that chance to use us. Also if His Spirit is in us, we will be patient even in the most trying situation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is looking anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;b&gt;No matter what happens to us, our Heavenly Father is looking, and will deal with it. How we act, treat or feel about others can hurt us, or bring blessings to us. We too can put stumbling blocks in front of others. They may be really trying to do our Fathers will in life. Yet by how we act, we can cause them in a split second to fall from walking in the Spirit, to walking in the flesh. We are warned about putting stumbling blocks before the blind. We can hit someone blind side by our actions. It boils down to respecting another person, holding ones tongue, or physical actions in check so as to not hinder them in their walk with the Father, by taunting them to act in a way unbecoming a child of of our Father.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who gets hurt anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;b&gt;Anger has a power all of its own. It can destroy the one angry, and the on it is directed at. Anger can be a form of hate. Hate is murder according to our Father if directed toward someone. We see so much of this in the world today. Wars are fought because someone displeased another person, thought differently than them, believed different, had something they wanted, on and on. In Hebrews 12:15 we see we are to look diligently, or carefully least anyone fail of the favor of the Father, lest any root of bitterness spring up trouble you and there by many be defiled. It doesn't take but a second for bitterness to spring up. What a terrible price to pay for it. Something that someone says, or does, or maybe does not do on purpose of innocently, in a split second the tongue flares up like an uncontrolled fire. Burning deep into the heart of another person. They are left charred, as if it were a real fire that did it. The fire going on, as if nothing happened to something else, so do people act as if nothing had ever happened. Bitterness defiles us. It leaves ashes in the soul.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soft answer, and with Him it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;b&gt;Our Father has so much love toward us, that His own Son came down here to live as mankind. He knows every human emotion we can have. He showed us the way. They way was Himself. He shows us even when one is putting us to death, emotionally, mentally, physically, to still speak softly. A soft answer can turn away wrath. Oh it is hard to do this. That old human nature is there to react quicker than a blink of an eye. He showed us He wanted us to live together in harmony. Rom 12:14,17-18. Not every action, way, or word another person says is always pleasing to us. None of us are perfect. Even so we should not criticize, put down that person, or act in a way that causes them pain by how we act toward them or talk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do others see us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;b&gt;We are children of the Father, yet we are to not act as uncontrolled children. In our lives we are always going to have trouble holding back feelings. Yet we should always remember that each of us are being looked at as our Fathers child. People see how we live up to the reputation of being His kid. Impressions stay. Our Father does not stay with us if we hurt others, not do others want to stay with us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do it with His help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;b&gt;In Hebrews 13:14. Follow peace, with all mankind, and righteousness, without this no person will see the Heavenly Father. This alone should be reason enough for each of us to walk in love toward others. Love can not come on our own. It is a gift from our Father. We do not read the scriptures, or pray to gain favor with our Father for it. Those things come as as a result of our love for Him. We love Him deeply and this love for others comes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what is the price?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The price of bitterness, uncontrolled emotions is like selling our birthright, just like Esau did for a bowl of soup. For the moment it was satisfying, yet in the long run the penalty lasted a life time. So next time we want to let the flesh have its way in anger, bitterness, ask ourselves is it worth the price it cost us? Is it worth what it does to us, or the person it is done to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;b&gt;We are told at memorial/communion time, to examine ourselves as to if we are worthy to part take of the symbols that mean a life was given for our sins. Each day we should ask our selves if we are worth of the sacrifice He made for us, this day to be a child of our Father.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;b&gt; © 1996 Mary's Treasures , Mary Lois Bierman All rights reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-1593711377348662195?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1593711377348662195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=1593711377348662195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/1593711377348662195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/1593711377348662195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/attitude-hidden-weapon.html' title='Attitude, The Hidden Weapon'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-5684249320826935401</id><published>2009-05-14T22:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:36:38.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='probation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>ARE WE ON PROBATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the USA, we have a system where one that has been convicted of breaking the law, can be given probation, instead of prison or jail time. In such cases this person has to check in with a probation officer, rules, and regulations must be adhered to, or they loose this privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like to compare our spiritual walk with many different things. It helps me to understand it a bit better sometimes. At other times it is just fun to see the parallels between things. So I was thinking about us, how we had totally messed up our lives so to speak, broke laws like crazy, and a time of reckoning came. For some it is not until the resurrection day. We see in the scriptures that it is appointed man once to die, then judgment. Heb. 9:27 For some of us, we were called according to His purpose. When we answered this call, all the rules we had broken had to be paid for. Col. 2:14. At this time, since the penalty of sin was death, the Messiah having took our sins upon Himself, we so to speak were placed on probation for the rest of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many finish their probation time are released, and go back to the life of crime. If we stay true to our Father, do not break probation, we are changing, growing, learning a new way of life. One of joy, peace, and love. At the end of our life we will receive a new body. 1 John 3:2 We are told we will see Him as He is, be like Him, and know Him as we are known. 1 Cor. 13:12 To me this is mind boggling. I am going to be love, as He is love. I am going to shine as the sun, it says. I am like my human parents, but it does not mean I am equal to them. So I will be like Heavenly Father and His Son, but not equal to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look upon my son, and husband, my heart swells with love, and somehow any imperfections they have gets lost in that love for them. Our Father with a love so much greater than I can even imagine, a love that is like He is, just solid love, is what He see us, His children with. Just as a little child never questions a loving parent, where, when, or how they are going to feed and shelter them, we too should not even be concerned over such things. He can forget, and He can forgive, because of this awesome love He has for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Heavenly Father extends a hand that will never be withdrawn from His little children. His love permeates His whole being for His creation. When we receive His Spirit, He puts His love in us for others, and love has no hurt, no probation being broken. We have no desire to be like we were, because what He gives is so good. He is helping us through His Spirit [Romans 8:], and is showing us a better life than we ever knew before. The old one we really do not have a desire to remember, or go back to. We see it as He sees that old way of life. Yes, we can grow lax, and not care, then we will soon find our selves not wanting to be His child anymore. It is not locked in, we are told if we walk away, that is it, and will not want to go back to Him. He will set us free, only if we want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 03/091998 Probation. All rights reserved by Mary Lois Bierman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-5684249320826935401?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5684249320826935401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=5684249320826935401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/5684249320826935401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/5684249320826935401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-we-on-probation.html' title='ARE WE ON PROBATION'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-8042661818486865465</id><published>2009-05-14T22:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:30:31.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatherm friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>BEING OF ONE MIND WITH THE MASTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had a friend that it seemed like you thought so much alike, that you said or did the same thing at the same time? Many friends know each other so well that in a given situation they would know what the other one would do in a tight situation. It is like you have one mind, or you could say you are like minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our life we do not have to guess what would please our Heavenly Father. His answers, principles, rules and values are always the same. We have been given a book that each of us can have to take with us through out our life time. It is when we start to listen to what others say that the book says that gets us in trouble. [ 1 Cor:1:10 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GETTING INTO THE MASTERS MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The natural mind can not understand the ways of our Father. It wants everything opposite than the way good for us. We must have the mind of the Messiah, and we do see in the scriptures we can do that. We can become more perfect, be encouraged, live in peace, along with love for others that we can not have without it. It will be possible because of His sweet Spirit that dwells in us. If we can get into the scriptures, and as they say get into the mind of our great Master, learn how He thinks, and think like Him then we can be of one mind with Him. His values, ways will become ours. We, in any given situation will know what He would do. After all He walked the earth, He was human, He left us plenty of examples and instructions. We are to be of the same mind toward one another. Not proud or vain, nor wise in our own eyes, but filled with His love toward each other. [ 1Cor.2:16; 1Cor.13:11; Romans 8:6; Romans 12:6; 1 Cor.13:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRUSTING THE MASTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the olden days the one that had a master was under his hand, and the master could do anything short of killing them. He was owned. Our Master tells us he is lowly of heart, and tender hearted. Every thing He did for us or tells us to do is for out best interest. He asks us to trust in Him, to have no other masters, and no other mind other than His. He is the Way, the Truth and the Light. He will show us the way, it will be in truth, and it will be of light not darkness. Many will come and teach ways to receive salvation, but He tells us we are not to listen to them if it is not being like minded with Him. We are to not even invite them into our homes! He is the one that will judge us at His return. We stand before Him our great creator, master, judge, and saviour. [ Gal.5:10 ]&lt;br /&gt;Near Four Thousand Years of Examples Recorded&lt;br /&gt;When we read the scriptures we forget sometimes that is time recorded. We see every act a human would commit recorded in them. We are told in Romans 15:4-7 that all those things were written for us to learn from them. They are for instructions, that through them we might fear to do as they did. Other places we see how we can have confidence in the Almighty Creator, because we see how faithfully He carried out His Word. Let us pray that we will not do as they did, and rebel against Him, but that we can come to know Him. Pray that we will have mouths to praise Him with, wills to obey, and to accept one another as the Father and His Son accepts us. [ Romans 6:7 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE MUST BEHAVE LINE HIS CHILD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As His children we must walk worthy of this great Good News that was brought, for it was brought with a great price. It meant that all mankind through His Son can become one of His children. Striving together for a common goal, for the faith once delivered to the Saints of old. We are to be pulling together, for the common good of all. All working as a team, same purpose, goal, values, and none trying to get honor for himself. If our Fathers Spirit is with us, our life is not like it use to be. We do not struggle alone, setting out with good intentions only to fall flat of our faces. With Him, we are told we will not be given a spirit of comndemation as long as we are His. We are not given a spirit of fear, a weak mind or cowardness, but a Spirit of power, of love and a sound mind. What awesome promises, promises that are there for us if we do our part, His Word can not fail.  Let us stir up that gift that has been given to us.[ Phil. 1:27; Phil.2:2 Phil. 4:2. 2 Tim 2:6-7 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IN CONCLUSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our bodies are part of one body, even though we have many different functions. Each one has a part to play in our life. We see where we are to care for each other just as we are all one body, with our Master being the head. He is leading us, guiding us, teaching us, loving us, and with His Spirit He dwells in us. We are to be like minded, sympathetic, loving, tender hearted, humble minded, just like He is. The same yesterday, today and forever, He never changes.[1 Peter 3:8 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Master walked, talked, got tired, suffered from the same temptations you and I do. Only He didn't sin. With our Fathers Spirit in us we too can walk a life not like we walked before. He died for us, and on that stake He felt every pain a human being could feel. He was hanging there alone, facing a crowd, this we see from the scriptures, He was their Master, and creator. He calls us family, friends. If family, then we should have the family traits. Lets all love as He loved, full and rich, walking in His footsteps, having His mind in us in all we do or say. [ 1 Peter 4:1 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;©1997 Jack and Lois Bierman All rights reserved. Mary.titus2@gmail.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-8042661818486865465?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8042661818486865465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=8042661818486865465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/8042661818486865465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/8042661818486865465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-of-one-mind-with-master.html' title='BEING OF ONE MIND WITH THE MASTER'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-2816004298935094122</id><published>2009-05-14T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:15:49.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fields'/><title type='text'>PLANTING MY FIELDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was looking at some notes I made in 1994 about planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person will reap what they plant. Physical or spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we plant in the fields of the Spirit we will gather the harvest of eternal life! So do not give up doing good and we will reap the harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit produces love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, humility, and self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no law against these things. Those who belong to the Father and His Son have put to death their human nature, passion and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit has given us life; it must also control our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human nature shows its self in... worship of idols and witchcraft. People become enemies, they fight, become jealous, angry and ambitious. They separate into parties and groups, they are envious and get drunk, have orgies, and do other things like these. Those who do these things will not be in the kingdom of the Father. Taken from Gal. 5:19 and Gal. 6:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to be careful of what kind of garden we are planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time years ago I bought some plants. I had never bought tomato plants. I bought some that looked like what I thought was tomato plants. So I planted them. When they came up they were flowers! It was rather funny. I was disappointed too. With the garden we should plant with our Father we will not be mistaken over what kinds of seeds we are planting as they are clearly described in the scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Mary Lois Bierman All rights reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-2816004298935094122?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2816004298935094122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=2816004298935094122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/2816004298935094122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/2816004298935094122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/planting-my-fields.html' title='PLANTING MY FIELDS'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-160450348627741428</id><published>2009-05-14T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:42:20.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moth ball'/><title type='text'>AM I LIKE A MOTH BALL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes when things come to my mind, they seem rather odd to compare something spiritual to. I guess this is one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was reading in Rev. about how Phill. assembly was told they had guarded the Word, and had not denied His name. Of the next assembly He mentioned as being luke warm, and the following is what popped into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I am moth ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that has ever seen a nice new shiny moth ball knows within weeks it will change. It gradually evaporates. These is no way to stop the process as long as it is exposed to air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day even if we do not realize it, we are exposed to some thing that will, if left unchallenged eat away at us. Some things we do not have total control of, and some we have no control over at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Well, kitty just now jumped up in my lap, and decides I am the perfect place to take a nap on, and am I having a hard time typing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us like that moth ball evaporates spiritually, if we do not put into our life a steady stream of contact with our Father through prayer, praise, reading the scriptures to let Him talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moth ball can never be restored. Its whole purpose is to do a work through the evaporation process. Not so for us. Once we start growing away from our Father through letting other things take precedent in our lives, it is hard to be restored. Some times a person goes so far they do not care anymore. The Spirit of our Father moves out, as it is not wanted, needed nor does it want to say where sin abounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, help all those who are in love with you, are are being called according to your purpose as we see in Romans 8:28 and Eph 1:11, to be renewed day by day in the inward being. Help us to draw close to you. We see if we draw close to you that you will draw close to us. Oh Father, what a wonderful promise we can cling to, hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©All rights reserved 7/9/1998 Mary Lois Bierman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-160450348627741428?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/160450348627741428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=160450348627741428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/160450348627741428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/160450348627741428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i-like-moth-ball.html' title='AM I LIKE A MOTH BALL?'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-7653675736180367944</id><published>2009-05-13T00:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:14:18.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Application Approved - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part one I was telling of asking our Father for a husband. This is the rest of the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events: The big Church meeting. She was going to find me a husband. The man in Piney Woods Texas. Planning a wedding and he had not proposed. His First Visit. Mary lost her voice! Getting Married. Letting our Father choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Big Church Meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About 6 weeks later it was time for the big church meeting. I was scheduled to go to St Petersburg. I requested to go to Texas. I had to hard of a time getting food when I was there as I had no car and little offers to go with others. I lived in Mississippi. I had a tent and had camped before so I thought that would be best. He was going to change and go to St. Petersburg and changed his mind to go where his area was scheduled to go. I know our Father was working things out.&lt;br /&gt;She Was Going To Find Me A Husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of the  camp meeting I kept being introduced to different young men. None of them appealed. to me. Way to short. Or teeth missing, barefoot and a beer in the hand. This one though decided I was what he was after. The one with the teeth missing. He informed me that he was going to come after me for services the next day. I told him I would not be there. I got up early and left. I saw him at the bldg. and he reminded me I was not there when he came to get me. I had told him not to come by the day before. This upset me. I was having blood sugar problems and I got sick from it. I didn't consider this was or not the one for me. They took me over to the Dr. and that afternoon I stayed at the tent and slept during afternoon service. When I got up there was a note on my tent that he was coming to pick me up for supper that night! OH NO!! So I go next door and get this gray haired man and ask him if he would p l e a s ecome sit with me as I didn't want to go out with that man!&lt;br /&gt;The Man In Piney Woods Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed up about dust dark, got out of the car and asked me if I was ready to go. No, I told him. I also told him I had been ill that day. He told me he would go get me some soup. When he did I ran! I went to see an elderly lady that had introduced us. I told her _____ is coming, ____ is coming help me please?! She jumped up and promptly told me there was a man named Jack that wanted to meet me. So off we went. Hey, anything was better than what I was running from. [I did meet him later, he is married now, and a very nice person, only he was not for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Jack had gone off, and every one up and down the street was looking for him for this lady and her husband. We had been there for about 30 minutes or so when someone say they saw him. I looked up and saw these two men coming though the pines with the light shining on them. I only saw one. Blond hair, a smile on his face and a bag of ice across his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to camp and we were introduced. Every one disappeared. No one existed but us. Chuckle. He said when he saw me he knew who I was as he was going down to see where I stayed when he saw the other guy pull up. Only he didn't see him leave without me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking and it was so comfortable. I had sit there some half hour when there was a voice up in the air saying, "This is the one". I had asked for Him to tell me when I met the one He choose for me. We had talked a long time when his sister came by and asked him if he was going to put the ice in the ice chest. He had laid it on the camp table, and it had been there about two hour s. His family was in shock over him talking so long to anyone, as he was not a big talker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10pm I thought I had to figure out some way to get him down to my camp so he would be the one to leave as I didn't want to ever leave him! It was a huge camp ground with about 8,000 people in it for this church function. I was a tad cool . &lt;&gt; so we went back for me to get a wrap. He did put his jacket around my shoulders. We sat out in the cool Oct. night air and talked until 2:30am. He is one that wants to go to bed at 9pm. When he started to go I wanted to touch him so bad. He felt the same way. We laughed an I touched his arm and he my hand. We still laugh about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Planning The Wedding And He Had Not Proposed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched him as far as I could see him when he left. I dreamed about him all the way home. Some7+ hours. I came home, and started buying wedding clothes. He had never even come to see me! He was in Arkansas, and me in Mississippi. He was coming to see me Thanksgiving. It was wonderful. He called me every week-end. We talked sometimes 4 or 5 hours at $10 and hour. His first phone bill was over $300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the voice. It was in my spirit we were going to be married.&lt;br /&gt;His First Visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came down Thanksgiving day. We had met Oct. 8th,1974 about 7:30pm. I expected him about 2PM as it was took about 7 hours for the trip. I had just washed my hair and rolled it when the phone rang. It was him, telling me he was already in town and it was 10:30 am. I had the nerve to ask him if he would wait 30 minutes for me to dry my hair! He told me it didn't matter as he was going to see me in rollers anyway. (?) oh? That was the fastest hair dry I ever done. It took 20 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited,then when he came he was better looking than I remembered. A million dollar smile and eyes that twinkled. I looked at him and thought, "oh my lands, he is so handsome! I feel so plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like everyone tried to drop by to see this guy. My neighbor just had to come over to see who sent me red roses every Wed. for three weeks before he got there. Later she even called him long distance and told him it was my birthday. Then later about where to go on our honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary Lost Her Voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was going to ask me to marry him the next day after Thanksgiving, only I was so nervous. He waited until Sat. morning. He told me I would make him so happy if I would be his wife. I just sat there trying to say yes. I thought oh Father I want to say yes but nothing will come out! I had lost my voice. I could not get a word out Now if you knew me that would be funny as I talk non stop about something all time and to anyone that has ears to listen. After a bit I got out, " could we elope? He sat there for a few minutes. Then he moved to the edge of the sofa and looked at me in the eyes and asked me if that was a yes? He wanted a yes or no he told me later. I shook my head yes. He kissed me with a kiss so soft it could have been a butterfly landing on a flower. He asked someone to marry him that he had never even kissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back in Dec. we got our marriage papers. He bought a ring and gave to me. It was a wonderful misty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He came back in Jan. of 75 and we got married. I was so scared and nervous of standing in front of all those people that the lady started the wedding march three times. Finally my daddy pulled me through the door! Jack came part way as planned to take my hand and walk me the rest of the way. A short distance that seem so very long. I was shaking so bad my veil was shaking. Jack put his arm around me or I would have just passed out. The minister had never performed a wedding before. We all kept having to tell him what to do. It was a beautiful ceremony. My sisters stood with me. My brother and best friend. I didn't care about tradition. At the reception the candles were to close to the paper to cover and area and they caught on fire. Nothing big. So we had a warm reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans was in perfect form weather wise for Jan., and we were able to walk around in a light jacket. A beautiful trip, being to together was the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Home Sweet Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have been married 22 beautiful years. He told me he would have married me that night if folks would not have talked. He is sorry now he didn't just bring me home with him. He tells me he can not take me on another honeymoon as we are still on our first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves being loved. Is a toucher like me. Loves smooching ( kissing) we only wiggle dance, but that is great. He is considerate and so sweet he is sticky. We are perfect for each other and love each other as the other one is. We celebrate our meeting, his coming down to Ms., our getting engaged, and our marriage. When we say we have an anniversary son asks us what this one is for. He surprised me about being sentimental. He still has the pullover I wore that night, and I still have the shirt he wore. When we were going though things years ago I found he had saved all of our sons baby shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Letting Our Father Choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If we let our Father choose the one He has for us we will not have adjustments that are major. We had to get use to sleeping with another person. You see our Father knows us in and out. He knows them and if He knew us before the world was formed He may just have that right mate for us already programmed for us and us for them. So go to Him. Ask Him to make the choice. When he does it will be right. Waiting for months to get acquainted will not be needed. We got to know each other after we married. I had no fear at all. It all was so sweet. The newness of getting to know each other was so wonderful. Most days they date and know all about each other and nothing is new but now they live together. We think of Isaac so many times how his bride was choose for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If He chooses you will know it all the way down to the very depth of your being. If He chooses He binds us. No one but Him, not a man. That is a marriage that no man may put aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;©Mary Bierman, Mary's Treasures. Application Approved - Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-7653675736180367944?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7653675736180367944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=7653675736180367944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/7653675736180367944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/7653675736180367944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/application-approved-part-2.html' title='Application Approved - Part 2'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-8434789334095333065</id><published>2009-05-12T23:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:05:02.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>I Want To Apply For Being A Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It seems like when I think of one thing to tell I am flooded with more beautiful memories. I will start from the beginning. I have had many fine compliments about this story. Sorry it is long but I promise you it is worth it! Some are saying that now they have hope of a blessing of a mate! Part two is just below on this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I married the very day I was 17. It was my choice not my Father in heavens choice. I married not willing take the advice of those with wisdom. Needless to say their predictions took its course. He left me for some one much older. There I was at the age of 18, having been told that once you married there was no Biblical reason for ever for remarriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the age of 23 I had no hope for a future, and to make it worse I had a bad health. It was during the fall of l965 that I just wanted to die. I wanted to just stop living. Hopeless was a word without enough meaning. One day I sat there writing a note about wanting to die. I was so out of it emotionally I asked for the world to stop, and just let me step off. I sat there and cried out, "God why am I alive?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw some information in a book. I went to the Bible to prove it wrong. I knew it was in Matthew. My Father in heaven hid that information to me, but He started talking to me. It was like being in a dark room then the light turned on. Nothing had changed in my life physically, but my world, due to His being in it was one of pure joy! Looking back I can see that it was the Holy Spirit ministering to me. Oh by the way, Mat. 1:18 is the verse I could not find!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went form 1965 to 1974 loving my Father in heaven, but just existing otherwise. Families do not really understand what it is like for a widow or a divorce. Most times no one wants to include them in things. When a job was needed to be done they were always called on, and there ready to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had no hope of ever having a husband, children, or grand children. It hurt more than I can tell you. Here the boy I had married, had committed adultery against me, and had all I could never have. I was innocent in it all yet it felt like a punishment. I just finally after years broke down and cried. I would be faithful to my belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally in 1974 I fasted over my situation. I was not suppose to fast at all due to low blood sugar. I fasted 1/2 a day for 3 days At that time my Father showed me 1 Cor. 7: and how it applied in my life. I was not searching for that, I was just reading for encouragement. In reading I found out that I was not married in the Fathers sight for several reasons. It was not a marriage He bound, nor choose for me. I was free, only the Church taught otherwise. For me then it was enough to know I was free in my Fathers eyes. I would only marry who my Father wanted for me. How could I even do that with the Churches rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally to the point of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am going to tell you how to pray for a husband, "she said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;About 6 weeks before the FOT a lady came up to me in services. She told me she was going to tell me how to pray for a husband! I looked at her and thought, Oh yeah? This is what she told me. You go to the Father and tell Him all the assets you have to be a wife. I looked at her and told her I didn't have any! I didn't have any self confidence at all. It had been stripped from me. I had been told by the minister. Now we have you gutted, we can rebuild you. Add that to a bad marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She asked me if I would be faithful to him? Would I love him? Yes was my answers to her. Then this is what you do she told me. Go in prayer and tell the Father that some where in this world there is someone that needs you exactly like you are. Someone that you need exactly like he is. Would he bring you together. Then you get your wedding shoes ready because if it is His will you will be getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Application for being a wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went home and got down on my knees. This is something like what was said. I did leave a few personal things out here in my post to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father. I am applying for the job of a wife, and I think I would make a lousy one! If you know I should not have a husband then I am willing for the rest of my life to be single. You know me and you know what is best and I want what you want for me. Some where in this world if there is a man that would love me like I am and he is what I need in my life and I need him exactly like he is would you bring us together. No distance is to big for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now. Here are the reasons I think I would make a lousy wife. I hate housework!!! BIG TIME! I love to sleep 1/2 of the day and stay up 3/4 of the night. I am a night owl. I do not have lots of energy so I need someone that mind that. I will leave this with you and not bother you again. It is your choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I figured as long as I was going to ask to ask for what I liked also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©I Want To Apply For Being A Wife By Mary Bierman, Mary's Treasures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-8434789334095333065?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8434789334095333065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=8434789334095333065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/8434789334095333065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/8434789334095333065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-apply-for-being-wife.html' title='I Want To Apply For Being A Wife'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265943323802414114.post-1572472286299515739</id><published>2009-05-12T23:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:55:27.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds With Silver Linings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We use to live where we could see the western sky with no obstructions. Many afternoons there would be clouds dotting the sky with the sun shining behind them it was a breathtaking view. Many times a cloud would look dark and had light around it. Clouds with silver linings are what we called them. The other side of that cloud was the sun setting low in the sky, its rays streaming across the sky, and around the cloud shining on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as that could was black and around it was that outline of beautiful bright light called a silver lining, we are told that our trials and test have silver linings. Scriptures says all things, not just some, works for the good of those that love Him called to be His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind each cloud in our life is our Heavenly Father brightly shining. All we have to do is to look on our life and how He has stood with us and we know in this testing or trial He will also be with us. It might look black as night, but we know He is on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at testings of our life as opportunities to learn, grow, and stretch in getting stronger in our walk with our Father. Just like physical exercise in proper proportion builds us up, our Father brings these clouds as we could call them in to our life to build us up spiritually. He has to know our heart, but He is always there just waiting to shine brightly and brilliantly in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eye on the spiritual silver linings in your life, not the clouds that loom up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;©By Mary Lois Bierman 8/24/2001 Mary's Treasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265943323802414114-1572472286299515739?l=marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1572472286299515739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265943323802414114&amp;postID=1572472286299515739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/1572472286299515739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265943323802414114/posts/default/1572472286299515739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marystreasuresofinspirationalstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/clouds-with-silver-linings.html' title='Clouds With Silver Linings'/><author><name>"The Rambling Rose"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962614089776935531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9bvZRszAfAc/R2tJ_wnBKuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mm1E2QbS6r8/S220/06Feb051457_02_smcroplois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
