A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day....11,2,3,4-07....T.G.I.F. at the Finest

[GodBlessUSA]

This is lovely Lady Jag :)
I saw 2 ladybugs this week. I guess they were finding their place to overwinter. I use to buy ladybugs for my daughter when she was little. We would let them out in the garden in the evening. That was such fun!

[The Mayor]

November 4, 2007

Training For Life

READ: 1 Timothy 4:1-11

Exercise yourself toward godliness. —1 Timothy 4:7

When Dean Karnazes completed the 26.2-mile New York Marathon in November 2006, it marked the end of an almost impossible feat of endurance. Karnazes had run 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 days. This exceptional athlete’s ultra-endurance feats include: running 350 continuous miles, mountain biking for 24 hours straight, and swimming across San Francisco Bay. That level of fitness requires relentless, dedicated training.

Spiritual fitness, Paul told Timothy, also takes much more than a relaxed approach to live a God-honoring life. In a culture marked by false teaching, along with extreme forms of self-indulgence and self-denial, Paul wrote: “Exercise [train] yourself toward godliness. For bodily exercise profits a little, but godliness is profitable for all things, having promise of the life that now is and of that which is to come” (1 Tim. 4:7-8).

Our bodies and our minds are to be dedicated to God and prepared for His service (Rom. 12:1-2). The goal is not spiritual muscle-flexing but godliness—a life that is pleasing to the Lord. Vigorous study of the Word, focused prayer, and bodily discipline are all part of the process.

How well we train greatly affects how well we run our race of life.
 

Just as the body grows in strength
With exercise each day,
Our spirit grows in godliness
By living life God’s way.  —D. De Haan

Godly exercise is the key to godly character.

Bible in One Year:   Jeremiah 32-33; Hebrews 1

[Kitty Mittens]

Thank you for this Beautiful Gif, my Sister in Christ, and I've been Well, just Going through Hundreds of Pics I've Taken; Got them Resized, Cropped, and Signed, and am Glad they're Finally Done!

Thank you for your Caring Heart.

[Kitty Mittens]

[Kitty Mittens]

Have a Beautiful Lord's Day, Finest FRiends.

Make my Life a Prayer to You

~Sunset on the King's Ranch~

How Lovely are Your Dwelling Places,
O Lord of Hosts!
(Ps.84:1)

[MEG33]

1 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the Lord,
which made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121: 1-2

Happy Lord's Day To The Finest

[Lady Jag]

A few thousand homes lost power yesterday and thankfully, we weren't one of them. We didn't get a lot of rain, either, maybe an inch or a little more.

It's a beautiful day today and I hope yours is, too!

[Lady Jag]

Those ladybug releases must have a lot of fun. I've toyed with buying them, but haven't yet.

[Lady Jag]

Good Sunday, all. It's a beautiful autumn day in New England.

Bridge, The

I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the city, Behind the dark church-tower. I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me, Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea. And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June, The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon. Among the long, black rafters The wavering shadows lay, And the current that came from the ocean Seemed to lift and bear them away; As, sweeping and eddying through them, Rose the belated tide, And, streaming into the moonlight, The seaweed floated wide. And like those waters rushing Among the wooden piers, A flood of thoughts came o'er me That filled my eyes with tears. How often, oh, how often, In the days that had gone by, I had stood on that bridge at midnight And gazed on that wave and sky! How often, oh, how often, I had wished that the ebbing tide Would bear me away on its bosom O'er the ocean wild and wide! For my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, It is buried in the sea; And only the sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me. Yet whenever I cross the river On its bridge with wooden piers, Like the odor of brine from the ocean Comes the thought of other years. And I think how many thousands Of care-encumbered men, Each bearing his burden of sorrow, Have crossed the bridge since then. I see the long procession Still passing to and fro, The young heart hot and restless, And the old subdued and slow! And forever and forever, As long as the river flows, As long as the heart has passions, As long as life has woes; The moon and its broken reflection And its shadows shall appear, As the symbol of love in heaven, And its wavering image here. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[luvie]

That’s beautiful, LJ!

Hope you are having a lovely weekend and don’t get too
much storming from Noel. Stay warm!

[MEG33]

Thank you for our thread, GeeBee.

Hope you are feeling better, Dolly..What a week for you!
Lovely sky, Kitty!..Jaycee ..I cannot see the graphics..but thank you just the same!I have had to get new links for a lot of my
pictures lately because I can't see my own graphics

[luvie]

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"Heaven Opened Up Its Doors"
by Jeff Russell
aka Texas Songwriter

[The Mayor]

Please join us for our Military Tribute thread!

[Kitty Mittens]

Oh, Meg, your #66 is Breathtaking! Thank you for All the Blessings I Receive whenever I See your Posts!

Thank you to Everyone for your Pings, and our Lord Bless you is my Prayer.

[MEG33]

((((HUGS))))