Color Me Love

Written by Joyce C. Lock


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Sometimes, tuff love will be required. Perhaps, sacrificial love is what will meetrepparttar need. Holy love may be necessary. Sometimes we are to love as a parent, other times as a child. How do we know when our rightful place should be where? We can only know by listening for and following God, as He isrepparttar 126859 One that sees their heart. And always, above every other form of love, we have to stand for our love for Him.

"Ye are our epistle written in our hearts, known and read of all men: Forasmuch as ye are manifestly declared to berepparttar 126860 epistle of Christ ministered by us,

written not with ink, but withrepparttar 126861 Spirit ofrepparttar 126862 living God;

not in tables of stone, but in fleshy tables ofrepparttar 126863 heart."

II Co. 3:2-3

God is love and, however often He requests to live through us, let us give a right answer and say, "Color me love."

© by Joyce C. Lock

http://my.homewithgod.com/blessingsandlessons/

This writing may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact, for non-profit ministering purposes.

Joyce C. Lock is a published author, poet, and columnist. In addition, she founded and maintains the email ministries "Heavenly Inspirations" http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HeavenlyInspirations/ and "Share a Smile" http://groups.yahoo.com/group/smilesharing/ . Joyce's writings encourage us in our relationship with God and each other.


Life! In Grandfather's Kitchen

Written by Kathryn E. Ryan


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Onrepparttar antique oak table, a Louis L'amour novel sits propped up againstrepparttar 126858 centerpiece with a clothespin onrepparttar 126859 page where he left off. Not far from there sitsrepparttar 126860 New Testament with another clothespin biting a page of II Corinthians, chapter 13. His silverware and china sit like polished soldiers awaiting inspection, and an extra place setting sleeps late for still-dozing Grandmother. The trill of a teaspoon dancing inside a coffee cup always fills my heart with warmth and security because, to me, it wasrepparttar 126861 morning song of Grandfather's spiritual presence. As sure as his faith in God, he sat inrepparttar 126862 bright yellow kitchen every morning with a hearty breakfast,repparttar 126863 best coffee in town, his Bible, and his long time companion, Louis L'amour. That'srepparttar 126864 way I choose to remember him, sitting inrepparttar 126865 light ifrepparttar 126866 sun (Son).

Kathryn Ryan was born in Blackstone, MA in 1964. A secondary and college level English teacher, she has been writing inspirational essays and stories for over ten years. She presently resides in Plattsburgh, NY.


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