WG'S THOUGHTS

I’M HOMESICK FOR HEAVEN, I’VE A DEEP LONGING IN MY SOUL, TO SEE THE BLESSED FACE OF JESUS, AND BE MADE PERFECTLY WHOLE. I’M HOMESICK FOR HEAVEN, MY LOVED ONES TO SEE, TO SING PRAISES TO GOD, OUR SAVIOR FOR ETERNITY. I’M HOMESICK FOR HEAVEN, WHERE THOSE SAVED BY JESUS DWELL, THROUGH HIS BLOOD HE REDEEMED THEM, AND SAVED THEIR SOUL FROM HELL. I’M HOMESICK FOR HEAVEN, SOON JESUS WILL TAKE ME THERE, IF YOU ARE WITHOUT SALVATION, CAST UPON HIM YOUR EVERY CARE. I’M HOMESICK FOR HEAVEN, TRUST IN JESUS NOW, AND JOIN HIM IN HEAVEN, WHERE ETERNITY WE WILL SHARE. I’M HOMESICK FOR HEAVEN, I’VE A DEEP LONGING IN MY SOUL, TO SEE THE BLESSED FACE OF JESUS, AND BE MADE PERFECTLY WHOLE! ~WINSTON STAPLES

 Today as I sit in front of my lap top and thumbing through a note book I came across the two quotes which I now share with you all. ' Do not ask where the pathway lead,go instead  where there is no path and leave a trail."  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson : Be a good listener, your ears will never get you in trouble" ~Frank Tyger

150  They draw nigh that follow after mischief: they are far from thy law. 151  Thou art near, O  Lord ; and all thy commandments are truth. 152  Concerning thy testimonies, I have known of old that thou hast founded them for ever. 153  Consider mine affliction, and deliver me: for I do not forget thy law. 154  Plead my cause, and deliver me: quicken me according to thy word. 155  Salvation is far from the wicked: for they seek not thy statutes. 156  Great are thy tender mercies, O  Lord : quicken me according to thy judgments. 157  Many are my persecutors and mine enemies; yet do I not decline from thy testimonies. 158  I beheld the transgressors, and was grieved; because they kept not thy word. 159  Consider how I love thy precepts: quicken me, O  Lord , according to thy lovingkindness. 160  Thy word is true from the beginning: and every one of thy righteous judgments endureth for ever. Read full chapter

Hebrews 12:2 King James Version 2  Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

The Stream There is a crooked stream, running quiet and still, just half a mile, over that hill. One day last fall, there was a big rain, that old stream was raging, a rage no man could tame. It roared and rushed, took houses and land, where ever it went, it obeyed no command. Sometimes our life, is like that stream, all peaceful and calm, then comes trials, that explode like a bomb. We have a place, where we can go, to our Heavenly Father, who by His loving hand, soothes and calms, that raging stream, with one command, it obeys His will, as He speaks, Peace be still. –Winston Staples– Share this: face book, twitter

O, what a beautiful day, beautiful September morn, the sun shines bright, and the dew, still lies heavy on the corn. The robins peep, everywhere, taking care of their young, another day so precious, and still so many blessings, blessings to come. The crows fly high, the eagle soars, the neighbors, saw up winter wood; O, how I love the saw sound, from next door. The hymns I enjoy, on the computer play, they are soothing, and blessing me today. The words I hear, refresh my thinking, and remind me, God is very near, very near, He never departs, His spirit dwells, dwells in my heart! written by Winston Staples