Joy In The Morning

Scriptures.....

I am pleased to be able to share with you a few of my
favorite scriptures... which brings "Joy in the Morning " as
I have a devotional time as my day begins..
I will add more as time goes on..I pray that they will minister
to you in your daily walk with
our Father in Heaven...
~In His spirit
Shenna Cherry



GOD PROMISES STRENGTH

THE LORD IS the everlasting God, the Creator
of the ends of the earth.
He does not faint or grow weary;
his understanding is
unsearchable.
He gives power to the faint, and stregthens
the powerless.
Even youths will faint and be weary,
and the young will fall
exhausted;
but those who wait for the Lord shall renew their
strength,
they shall mount up with wings like eagles,
they shall run and not be weary,
they shall walk and not
faint.

.... Isaiah 40:28-31

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~But, as it is written," No eye has seen, nor ear heard,
nor the human heart conceived, what God has prepared
for those that love him."

....... 1 Corinthians 2:9

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~For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son,
so that everyone who believes in him may not
parish but may have eternal life.
God did not send the Son into the world to condem
the world, but in order that the world might
be saved through him.

........ John 3:16-17

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~Very truly, I tell you, whoever believes has eternal life.
I am the Bread of Life. Your ancestors ate the
manna in the wilderness, and they died.
This is the bread that comes down from heaven,
so that one may eat of it and not die.
I am the living bread that came down from heaven.
Whoever eats of this bread will live forever, and the bread
that I will give for the life of the world
is my flesh.

.... John 6:47-51


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~ Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life.
Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live,
and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. "

..... John 11:25-26

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~ "In my father's house there are many mansions. If it were
not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for
you ? And if I go to prepare a place for you, I will come
again and will take you to myself , so that where I am, there
you may be also. And you know the way to the place I am
going. " Thomas said to him, " Lord, we do not know where you
are going. How can we know the way?" Jesus said to him
" I am the way, and the truth , and the life.
No one comes to the Father except through
me ."

..... John 14:2-6

In The Eye of the Storm

IMAGINE WHAT MAY HAVE TAKEN PLACE ON THAT DAY:
He placed one scoop of clay upon another until a form lay lifeless on
the ground.
All of the Garden's inhabitants paused to witness the event. Hawks
hovered. Giraffes stretched. Trees bowed. Butterflies paused on petals
and watched.
"You will love Me, nature," God said. "I made you that way. You will
obey Me, universe. For you were designed to do so. You will reflect My
glory, skies, for that is how you were created. But this one will be
like Me. This one will be able to choose."
All were silent as the Creator reached into Himself and removed
something yet unseen. A seed. "it's called 'choice.' The seed of
choice."
Creation stood in silence and gazed upon the lifeless form.
An angel spoke, "But what if he ..."
"What if he chooses not to love?" the Creator finished. "Come, I will
show you."
Unbound by today, God and the angel walked into the realm of tomorrow.
"There, see the fruit of the seed of choice, both the sweet and the
bitter."
The angel gasped at what he saw. Spontaneous love. Voluntary devotion.
Chosen tenderness. Never had he seen anything like these. He felt the
love of the Adams. He heard the joy of Eve and her daughters. He saw the
food and the burdens shared. He absorbed the kindness and marveled at
the warmth.
"Heaven has never seen such beauty, my Lord. Truly, this is Your
greatest creation."
"Ah, but you've only seen the sweet. Now witness the bitter." A stench
enveloped the pair. The angel turned in horror and proclaimed, "What is
it?"
The Creator spoke only one word: "Selfishness."
The angel stood speechless as they passed through centuries of
repugnance. Never had he seen such filth. Rotten hearts. Ruptured
promises. Forgotten loyalties. Children of the creation wandering
blindly in lonely labyrinths.
"This is the result of choice? the angel asked.
"Yes."
"They will forget You?"
"Yes."
"They will reject You?"
"Yes."
They will never come back?
"Some will. Most won't."
"What will it take to make them listen?"
The Creator walked on in time, further and further into the future,
until He stood by a tree. A tree that would be fashioned into a cradle.
Even then He could smell the hay that would surround Him.
With another step into the future, He paused before another tree. It
stood alone, a stubborn ruler on a bald hill. The trunk was thick, and
the wood was strong. Soon it would be cut. Soon it would be trimmed.
Soon it would be mounted on the stony brow of another hill. And soon He
would be hung on it.
He felt the wood rub against a back He did not yet wear.
"Will You go down there?" the angel asked.
"I will."
"Is there no other way?"
"There is not."
"Wouldn't it be easier to not plant the seed? Wouldn't it be easier to
not give the choice?"
"It would," the Creator spoke slowly. "But to remove the choice is to
remove the love."
He look around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on three
crosses. Arms spread. Heads fallen forward. They moaned with the wind.
Men clad in soldier's garb sat on the ground near the trio. They played
games in the dirt and laughed.
Men clad in religion stood off to one side. They smiled. Arrogant,
cocky. They had protected God they thought, by killing this false One.
Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill. Speechless. Faces
tear streaked. Eyes downward. One put her arm around another and tried
to lead her away. She wouldn't leave. "I will stay," she said softly, "I
will stay."
All Heaven stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity
poised to protect. But the Creator gave no command.
"It must be done..." He said, and withdrew.
But as He stepped in time, He heard the cry that he would someday
scream: "My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?" He wrenched at
tomorrow's agony.
The angel spoke again. "It would be less painful..."
The Creator interrupted softly. "But it wouldn't be love."
They stepped into the Garden again. The Maker looked earnestly at the
clay creation. A monsoon of love swelled up within Him. He had died for
the creation before He had made him. God's form bent over the sculptured
face and breathed. Dust stirred on the lips of the new one. The chest
rose, cracking the red mud. The cheeks fleshened. A finger moved. And an
eye opened.
But more incredible than the moving of the flesh was the stirring of the
spirit. Those who could see the unseen gasped.
Perhaps it was the wind who said it first. Perhaps what the star saw
that moment is what has made it blink ever since. Maybe it was left to
an angel to whisper it:
"It looks like ... it appears to so much like ... it is him!"
The angel wasn't speaking of the face, the features, or the body. He was
looking inside - at the soul.
"It's eternal!" gasped another.
Within the man, God has placed a divine seed. A seed of His self. The
God of might had created earth's mightiest. The Creator had created, not
a creature, but another creator. And the One who had chosen to love had
created one who could love in return.
Now it's our choice.
Written by Max Lucado
"In the Eye of the Storm"

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