azi am inceput ziua cu responsabilitati...de la inceput am fost pusa inaintea unor decizii importante pentru mine si ...stii cand vin momentele alea de confuzie incat nu stii in ce parte sa te uiti...si cand incepi sa cauti raspunsuri iti amintesti ca singurul loc unde e indicat sa mergi este la Cruce!

sau mai stii momentele alea cand trebuie sa faci lucruri care nu iti plac? si nu numai unul...ci in fiecare zi o gramada, timp de muuulte zile!

vorbeam cu un prieten si ma intreaba: "ce faci?", "incerc sa trag de timp desi stiu ca asta nu imi face prea bine!"..."ai reusit sa prinzi timpu de un colt si tragi de el?!"..."da si daca ai stii ce tare incerc sa trag...dar pare ca incepe sa se rupa." Cunosti senzatia asta?

si chiar azi cand au venit atatea responsabilitati pe cap si cand nu mai stiam ce sa fac, ma uit la versetul zilei si scrie: "nu va ingrijoratii de nimic; ci in orice lucru, aduceti cererile voastre la cunostinta lui Dumnezeu, prin rugaciuni si cereri, cu multumiri" Filipeni 4:6

si atunci...El vine si ma asigura ca totul va fi bine, trebuie numai sa cred si sa ascult de El. si El e Dumnezeul care imi spune ca nici macar sa nu indraznesc sa ma ingrijorez...oare as putea eu sa adaug un cot la inaltimea mea daca ma ingrijorez?

Psalm 13

For the director of music. A psalm of David.

¹ How long, O LORD ? Will you forget me forever?

How long will you hide your face from me?

² How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and every day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?

³ Look on me and answer, O LORD my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death;

⁴ my enemy will say, "I have overcome him,"
and my foes will rejoice when I fall.

⁵ But I trust in your unfailing love;

my heart rejoices in your salvation.

⁶ I will sing to the LORD,
for he has been good to me

si pe romana:

Psalmul 13

Catre mai marele cintaretilor. Un psalm al lui David.

1 Pina cind, Doamne, ma vei uita neincetat? Pina cind Iti vei ascunde Fata de mine?
2 Pina cind voi avea sufletul plin de griji, si inima plina de necazuri in fiecare zi? Pina cind se va ridica vrajmasul meu impotriva mea?
3 Priveste, raspunde-mi, Doamne, Dumnezeul meu! Da lumina ochilor mei, ca sa n-adorm somnul mortii,
4 ca sa nu zica vrajmasul meu: L-am biruit!”si sa nu se bucure protivnicii mei, cind ma clatin.
5 Eu am incredere in bunatatea Ta, sint cu inima vesela, din pricina mintuirii Tale:
6 cint Domnului, caci mi-a facut bine!

REAL

mai nou ma exprim in cantece...

intotdeauna mi s-a parut interesant ca pe cat de jigodii suntem Dumnezeu e in stare sa ne vada perfecti!

ma scuzati ca incep direct cu subiectul, dar asta e adevarul...

sunt o carpa si o prefacuta si o pacatoasa nenorocita...si El, Dumnezeu sfant, mare, perfect, alege sa ma vada si pe mine fara nici o pata...

va dau o ilustratie:

pacatul e exprimat prin neagru si puritatea prin alb, nu? atunci cand Isus a murit pe cruce El ne-a spalat, prin sange, care e rosu, de pacat, care e negru, si ne-a facut albi. Acuma nu is prea buna la desen dar cand amesteci negrul cu rosu nu iasa alb!

Incearca urmatorul experiment: uita-te printr-o bucata de sticla rosie(simbolizand sangele) la soare(simbolizand albul, puritatea) si apoi uita-te la un obiect negru...ce culoare o sa aiba acesta?...alb! Asa ne vede pe noi Dumnezeu neprihaniti, fara pacat, albi! Isn`t it amazing?...for me it is!

va dau melodia:

NU esti important...ci FOARTE important!

daca ai impresia ca lucrurile mici pe care le faci zilnic nu au nici o importanta citeste acest devotional incurajator:


God Does Big Things with Small Deeds
by Max Lucado
"Do not despise these small beginnings, for the LORD rejoices to see the work begin" (Zech. 4:10 NLT).

Begin. Just begin! What seems small to you might be huge to someone else. Just ask Bohn Fawkes. During World War II, he piloted a B-17. On one mission he sustained flak from Nazi antiaircraft guns. Even though his gas tanks were hit, the plane did not explode, and Fawkes was able to land the plane.
On the morning following the raid, Fawkes asked his crew chief for the German shell. He wanted to keep a souvenir of his incredible good fortune. The crew chief explained that not just one but eleven shells had been found in the gas tanks, none of which had exploded.
Technicians opened the missiles and found them void of explosive charge. They were clean and harmless and with one exception, empty. The exception contained a carefully rolled piece of paper. On it a message had been scrawled in the Czech language. Translated, the note read: "This is all we can do for you now."
A courageous assembly-line worker was disarming bombs and scribbled the note. He couldn't end the war, but he could save one plane. He couldn't do everything, but he could do something. So he did it.
God does big things with small deeds.
Against a towering giant, a brook pebble seems futile. But God used it to topple Goliath. Compared to the tithes of the wealthy, a widow's coins seem puny. But Jesus used them to inspire us. And in contrast with sophisticated priests and powerful Roman rulers, a cross-suspended carpenter seemed nothing but a waste of life. Few Jewish leaders mourned his death. Only a handful of friends buried his body. The people turned their attention back to the temple. Why not?
What power does a buried rabbi have? We know the answer. Mustard-seed and leaven-lump power. Power to tear away death rags and push away death rocks. Power to change history. In the hands of God, small seeds grow into sheltering trees. Tiny leaven expands into nourishing loaves.
Small deeds can change the world. Sow the mustard seed. Bury the leaven lump. Make the call. Write the check. Organize the committee.
Moses had a staff.
David had a sling.
Samson had a jawbone.
Rahab had a string.
Mary had some ointment.
Aaron had a rod.
Dorcas had a needle.
All were used by God.
What do you have?
God inhabits the tiny seed, empowers the tiny deed. He cures the common life by giving no common life, by offering no common gifts. Don't discount the smallness of your deeds.