She fits in the trunk! Lol #midget #youthrush #sandiego
This is the best. Two years ago, this girl was searching for God. Today, she is spending her Sabbath at SOULS West Bible College. Two sumers of canvassing under her belt and a life of Ministry before her. It’s amazing to see how God uses a network of people to reach even just one sheep.
Have you ever thought about how beautiful Sunflowers are despite the fact that they’re weeds?
Quite depressing, really. When I first saw this picture, I absolutely loved it. I was going to reblog it on…. well… one of my other blogs… but I started thinking of something I learned in my Agriculture Class.
My teacher was saying that when he first started growing some grass in an area, a sunflower popped up out of nowhere (Obviously it took more time than that, but he certainly didn’t plant it so it was random). He thought it looked beautiful and was going to leave it, but as he started to walk away, he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t leave it—not knowing the effect that it could have on the rest of the garden.
He went back and grabbed it from the base, and pulled as hard as he could. Sadly, he was not able to get the roots out. He didn’t have time to rectify it, so he left it alone. In about a week, it had popped up again. Crazy how the bad things always grow the fastest.
This time, he had to dig it up from the root to make sure it would be gone forever.
How many times have we 1. Thought our sin looked glamorous? 2. Realized it was wrong to leave it and pulled it out—without the root? 3. Witnessed it spring up in our lives again?
My little children. I write these things so that you do not sin… pull it up by the roots! And if you can’t (which you really won’t be able to), ask Jesus to do so. He’s a faithful worker that digs down deep to really cleanse you of wrong, then fill you with right. And he has something so much more beautiful in store for your life. <3
It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.