PRAISE FOR GOD’S BLESSINGS

NOVEMBER 19

Who am I that you would make a covenant with me? You’re so wonderful Lord!  Who am I that You would make me eternal live and love me? thank You for Your precious promises! I praise You Lord because in Your promises You have reflected Your heart toward me! I’m not worthy of Your goodness! Thank You for the hope I have through Your promise.

Sit in the secret place and reflect on all the Lord has in store for You. He intends eternal life, and eternal peace. He will give You a future and a hope. He will make You live in a land where there is no suffering. Think of all His promises and reflect on what He’s giving you, then worship Him for it during this time.

“As His divine power has given to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of Him who called us by glory and virtue, by which have been given to us exceedingly great and precious promises, that through these you may be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust.” 2 Peter 1:3-4

 

 

 

A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about. Until one day . . .

For all those years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.

In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000.

He asked her about the contents.

“when we were to be married,’ she said, ‘my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.”

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back the tears. Only two Precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all these years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

‘Honey,’ he said, ‘ that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?”

“Oh,” she said, “that’s the money I made from selling the dolls.”