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allscripture · 2 years

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Prayers

Thank You, Lord, that my relationships are marked by love. The healing power of forgiveness removes all hurt and ill will so that Your compassion abounds.

Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every from of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as Christ God forgave you.

Ephesians 4:3-32 (NIV)

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walkswithmyfather · 2 years

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“DECISIONS” By Faith Walk (FB):

“I wanted to keep him here with me while I am in these chains for preaching the Good News, and he would have helped me on your behalf. But I didn’t want to do anything without your consent. I wanted you to help because you were willing, not because you were forced.” —Philemon‬ ‭1‬:‭13‬-‭14‬ ‭(NLT‬‬)

“God does not want anything we do for Him or give to Him to be given out of necessity or out of pressure. God never uses pressure tactics on man.” —Chuck Smith

Paul is honest in his plea on behalf of Onesimus, but doesn’t force his needs or opinion on the decision he is asking Philemon to make. By leaving room for the Holy Spirit to do His work he reveals his faith in God’s Word.

“But when the Father sends the Advocate as my representative—that is, the Holy Spirit—he will teach you everything and will remind you of everything I have told you.” —John‬ ‭14‬:‭26‬ ‭(NLT‬‬)

With good intentions we rush to advise others but forget that the burden of believing and acting on how to make godly decisions is on the individual. Decisions reflect the heart values and spiritual maturity of a person. We can advise them to spend time in prayer and consider God’s instructions but the final say is between them and God.

“At this critical moment in history, the Lord needs men and women who know how to make wise choices.” —David Jeremiah

“Every person who believes that Jesus is, in fact, the Messiah, is God-born. If we love the One who conceives the child, we’ll surely love the child who was conceived. The reality test on whether or not we love God’s children is this: Do we love God? Do we keep his commands? The proof that we love God comes when we keep his commandments and they are not at all troublesome. Every God-born person conquers the world’s ways. The conquering power that brings the world to its knees is our faith. The person who wins out over the world’s ways is simply the one who believes Jesus is the Son of God.” ‭—1 John‬ ‭5‬:‭1‬-‭5‬ ‭(MSG‬‬)

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thedalatribune · 6 months

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The Uninvited Singer

Several years ago, Ruth Anna Metzger was asked to sing at a wedding in Seattle. [That's where she lives. It was a very upscale wedding.] One of the wealthiest families in the city had a daughter who was getting married and Ruth Anna considered it a great honor to be chosen to be the soloist. She was particularly excited because the wedding reception was to be held on the top of two floors of the Columbia Center, which is the tallest building in the Northwest. The whole event was very exclusive and Ruth Anna couldn't help thinking about how much fun it would be to go there with Roy, her husband.

After the wedding, Ruth Anna and Roy drove to the beautiful facility and approached the reception desk, they watched, as the Maître d', who was decked out in the blended tuxedo admitted and introduced the guests and ushered them toward the luscious hors d'oeuvres and exotic beverages.

About that time, the bride and groom approached a beautiful glass staircase leading to the top floor, and someone ceremoniously cut a satin ribbon draped across the bottom of the stairs and announced that the wedding feast was about to begin.

As Roy and Ruth Anna approached the top of the stairs, the Maître d' asked him, "May I have your name, please?"

And she said, "l am Ruth Anna Metzger, and this is my husband Roy."

And then Maître d' searched through the listings in the book, and he looked again, he asked Ruth Anna to spell her name, and he searched again.

Finally, he looked and said, "I'm sorry, but your name isn't here."

"Oh, there's got to be a mistake." Ruth Anna said, "I'm the singer. I sang for the wedding.

And the man said "It doesn't matter who you are or what you did, without your name in the book, you can't come to the banquet..."

And he motioned to a waiter and said, show these people to the service elevator.

The Metzgers were unceremoniously ushered past all of the beautiful tables laden with shrimp and smoked salmon and carved ice. They passed the orchestra, and the musicians were always splendid in white tuxedos... past all the guests and the opulence of the moment, and the waiter took them to the service elevator, ushered them in, and pushed "G" for "Parking Garage".

The Metzgers were stunned to find themselves out or the street, driving home in silence, somewhere along the way...

Roy looked over and asked, "Sweetheart, what happened?"

She said, "Well Roy, when the invitation arrived, I was very busy. I never bothered to return without returning the RSVP."

Then as Ruth Anna later recalled, she started to cry. Not only because she had missed the most lavish banquet which she'd ever been invited to, but because she suddenly had a small taste of what it would be like someday, for people as they stand before Christ and find their names missing from the 'Lamb's Book of Life'.

And you see, for you to get your name in the 'Lamb's Book of Life', you have to make the reservation. You have to respond to the invitation. You have to RSVP. To God, you have to accept Jesus Christ as your Savior... If you don't do that, just like here, it won't make any difference.

You know, in the Bible, there's a picture of this where they come before the Lord and say: "Lord, haven't we done wonderful works in your name? Haven't we done all of these wonderful things?"

And Jesus will say to them: "Depart from me because I never knew you."

Have you made your reservation? Are you ready to go to heaven? Here's what you must do: You must confess your sin You must tell the Lord that you know you have failed him and you're a sinner.

You say, well, "I'm not gonna do that. I'm not gonna be humble."

If you won't do that, you can't be safe...

But you don't have to stay that way because if you will say: "Lord Jesus, I know. I'm a sinner. I know I need to be saved. Please come and forgive me of my sin."

He will come and take up his residence within you, and you will be in heaven.

David Jeremiah A Great Day

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tiand · 3 days

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"Quote Of The Day"

“Trust God for the impossible-miracles are His department. Our job is to do our best, letting the Lord do the rest.” — David Jeremiah

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christianblogr · 3 months

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Who is Dr. David Jeremiah

Dr. David Jeremiah is a well-known evangelical Christian leader, author, and broadcaster. He is the founder of Turning Point Radio and Television Ministries, which reaches millions of people around the world with the message of the Gospel. He is also the senior pastor of Shadow Mountain Community Church, a Southern Baptist megachurch in El Cajon, California. In this blog post, we will explore his life, ministry, and legacy.

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alittlebitgoesalongway · 2 years

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Not every activity is vital. Not every situation is eternal.

#David Jeremiah #priorities #prioritization

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l5byrinth · 10 months

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“even in my worst times, you could see the best of me”

pairing: cam cameron x fem!reader

summary: in which you and cam have hated each other for as long as you can remember. but what if that hatred wasn’t actually what you thought it was.

warnings: fluff, angst (a little idk), enemies to lovers, lmk if i should add more, not edited

a/n: FINALLY i’m back yall!! i’ll probably disappear for like another few months again but i really had to post this one bc there aren’t enough fics for my bae cam 🫶🏼 and my requests are open!! i don’t want my work copied, translated and/or posted on another platform without it being discussed with me.

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Inhale. Exhale.

The nerves were flooding in as you waited for your turn to be ‘presented to society’. Being a debutant and actually participating in the stuff you found nonsense at first was the last thing you expected you’d be doing this summer. What you didn’t expect in a million years either, was falling for the one you sworn you hated with every single part of you.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it began, but it hit you hard when you heard that Belly broke up with Cam. Thoughts of the two of you being together flooded your mind, and though you tried to push them away, they lingered.

Instead of pursuing these thoughts, you distanced yourself from Cam, which turned out to be more difficult than expected since he seemed to be everywhere you were.

Cam was taken aback by your sudden distance. Although you both disliked each other, you never missed the opportunity to bicker. Now, whenever he tried to engage, you either ignored him or replied formally without any insults.

And if Cam had to be honest, it made him feel this pain in his chest. Especially when you started to hangout him with this guy you had met at the bonfire. The same guy you befriended to try to forget Cam. And also the same guy who was your escort to the debutant ball.

Cam tried to come up with reasons for your distance, and one day, he found himself standing in front of your house. Cam wasn’t sure what he was going to say or do, but he was determined to see you. His heart skipped a beat when he made it to the porch and he halted in front of the door, taking a deep breath in.

He was about to knock, when a thought jumped into his head.

You were scrolling on your phone, trying everything to get Cam out of your head. But everything you saw reminded him of you. You even came past a video of whales and wanted to scream out loud. Why was your phone working against you?

A knock on your window interrupted your furious thoughts and confusion washed over you. You don’t remember meeting up with anyone, or telling someone to come by your window. Scared that it might be a burglar, you grabbed the first object you saw to use as a weapon. However, when you opened your window, the last person you expected was in front of you, heavily panting. “Cameron?” You questioned, lowering your weapon since there wasn’t an actual real threat.

“Hi.” He simply greeted with a grin, before climbing into your room. He stood way too close to you, making your breath hitch as he dusted himself off. But you weren’t going to let him notice what kind of effect he had on you, so the best you could do is just bicker like you used to to mask it.

“What are you doing here? Trying to rob me or something?” You asked as you took a few steps back, “‘Cause I’m not afraid to use this!” You showed the bedside table lamp in your hands.

“Calm down, Y/l/n,” He chuckled as he put his hand on your arm to lower it, and you just allowed him to do so. You felt yourself relax at the warmth and touch of his hand and mentally cursed yourself for this. He liked at you with a small smile, a smile that made your heart flutter in your chest.

Cam’s hand lingered on your arm, before he cleared his throat and quickly removed it. Around everyone, he was always shy and reserved, but with you it was different. You brought out some confidence in him he never knew he had. And Cam never understood why, but with you, he felt at ease and weirdly enough, safe. Whenever he even looked in your direction, his worries would vanish as if they never existed.

Cam walked past you slowly and looked around your room. He tried to memorise every object on your desk, every little detail in your room. “Why are you ignoring me?” He asked, throwing his head over his shoulder to look at you. You were standing there at loss for words, trying to come up with a good excuse. He nodded to himself when you didn’t answer before continuing his walk around your room.

“I should be asking you the questions! Why are you in my room, Sextus?” You crossed your arms over chest and watched him let out a laugh at the name you called him. The sound made you burst of out happiness, but you weren’t planning on showing.

“Please, Ceres, be honest with me…” He started walking back towards you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The way he remembered the name you used at the latin convention made your heart skip a beat. “Why would I?” You said with a loud huff and you turned your head to the side with your eyes closed.

When you opened your eyes, Cam’s face was only an inch from yours, and you felt your guard fall down. It would’ve been so much easier if Cam didn’t have this effect on you. Your face fell. “Stop.” You mumbled, inaudible for him to hear.

“What was that?” He inquired genuinely, getting even closer if that was even possible. “Stop!” You spoke out louder, making him jump out of his skin, but soft enough for it to be a whisper. “Stop what?” Cam asked curiously. You stared into his eyes, trying to find something, think of something to make you hate him again. But as you looked into his deep eyes, all you could think about what you could be, as something else than enemies.

You looked at the ground in defeat, before continuing, “I’m trying so hard, Cameron, so hard.”

Cam was quiet as he looked at you with a confused look on his face, and he wanted you to tell him everything that was on your mind. When you looked up at him, Cam noticed that there was something else in your eyes. Something else than what he usually saw, and he couldn’t quite place what it was. “Cameron, I’m trying so hard not to hate you.” You whispered.

Cam’s heart was pounding out of his chest, while he was looking at you with his mouth agape ever so slightly. He hoped your words meant what he thought they meant, and his hand reached for yours.

A yell of your name woke both you and Cam out of your trance, eyes widening in panic. “Is everything okay up there?” Your mom yelled from downstairs, and you heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. Cam rushed towards your window, and you helped him get out quickly. Before he got down, he said something that you spent thinking about the weeks that followed, “I’m really trying hard to hate you too, but I can’t. No matter how hard I try.”

Ever since he dropped by, you had avoided him more than you initially did. And that made Cam wonder what he did or said wrong that day. You were all what he could think about, and if he wasn’t thinking about you, he was dreaming about you or speaking about you.

Whenever you saw him, you would walk the other way, you would pretend you didn’t see him standing. You basically ignored his existence. And for Cam it felt like a stab through the heart, a deep and painful one.

This continued until the debutant ball.

Cam was standing on the flight of stairs behind two other escorts and in front of many others, waiting for the girl’s name he was escorting to be announced. He didn’t know how he ended up here, escorting a girl, who he didn’t even really knew that well, to the debutant ball, But he would do anything to keep his mother happy, so here he was.

He was nervously fidgeting with his fingers, his mind on you like it always has been since the first time he saw you. A part of him wished it was you he was escorting. He wished that he was the one who first saw you in your dress before your presentation.

He fantasised how he actually wanted this day to go. You standing there in a beautiful dress, looking drop-dead gorgeous like you always did. Him being the one to look at you with an encouraging smile and mouthing to you how enchanting you looked. It was all you deserved and more. It killed him he wasn’t the one to be doing it.

When it was Cam’s to turn to go up stage and escort the girl, he imagined it was you by his side. He flashed her a polite smile as she did the same and watched as her eyes drifted off to behind him. Cam followed her eyes and saw that she was looking at none other than the guy who was escorting you.

Cam and the girl got off the stage and walked over to the other debutants, waiting for the next debutant to be presented. And when your name was called, Cam felt a heavy flutter in his chest he most certainly couldn’t ignore.

The girl beside him watched his demeanour change at the sound of your name and smiled to herself. She always had the feeling Cam had a thing for you.

When you appeared on stage, Cam’s eyes were drawn to you. The way you looked in your dress was indescribable and the way you glowed made his heart race a million miles per hour. You scanned the crowd, trying to find a familiar face to ease your nerves. And when your eyes locked Cam’s warm ones it felt as if the world stopped turning. Every single person around you disappeared, it was just you and him.

And your nerves disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

You never pulled your eyes away from his gaze as you walked down the stage with your escort. The escort who had picked up on your crush on Cam a long while back.

Cam tried his best to keep his composure, he was refraining himself from running over to you and holding you like there was no tomorrow, he tried his best not to think about all the ways he would compliment you and make you feel good.

You and your escort halted in front of the table your parents were sitting at and you finally broke eye contact with Cam. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you were thinking about Cam all the damn time as you waited for the presentations to finish.

When they did, every debutant with their escort bowed down to the table with their family. Afterwards, everyone sat down and waited for some surprise performance the escorts were giving. Your escort waited for you to take a seat next to one of your parents, before he parted as well after flashing you a small smile.

“You looked amazing, honey.” Your mom praised, putting a hand on your shoulder. You thanked her and looked around the ball room, trying to find the one person who lived in your mind rent free. Cam was just walking past to get to the other escorts, when his eyes met yours once again. But this time you looked away after a few seconds, trying to nonchalantly brush off the fact you had a major crush on the guy you had thought was your number one enemy.

After the sudden dance performance, your escort had disappeared somewhere, along with the girl Cam was escorting. But neither of you seemed to care, as all you did was gaze at each other longingly, waiting for the people to announce when the first dance was about to take place.

Your parents, who were seated beside you, had noticed your stares and stolen glances towards the boy and smiled at each other knowingly. You tried to hide it, but they knew you. They knew when their daughter was actually in love.

The sound of glass clinking was heard, before a woman announced that it was time. And at that moment you woke up from your trance, realising your escort was still nowhere to be seen. Every debutant, alongside with her escort was gathering on the dance floor, except for you and, well, Cam.

“Mom, where is he?” You questioned worriedly. “It doesn’t matter,” She answered, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “I think there’s someone else you’d much rather want to share this dance with.”

She tilted her head towards a certain direction, and you knew immediately who she was referring to. But your eyes followed the direction she meant anyway, with a racing heart.

Cam was standing there, looking at you like a man in love. That’s because he is. He is in love. And before you knew it, your feet made their way towards him. You halted in front of him with a smile. You were panting like you had just run a marathon, but you didn’t care, because you were right in front of who you wanted to be.

“Seems like we both don’t have a dance partner, huh?” Cam chuckled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. All you could do was nod in respond, the words you actually wanted to speak out seeming to be stuck in your throat.

Your hands reached for his and when your fingers intertwined, you could’ve sworn you heard Cam let out a deep breath. The music started playing, and the two of you were drowning in one another’s eyes as you danced to the music just like you had practiced. The tension between the two of you was unbearable throughout the entire dance.

And once the dance ended, when you were in the end position, his face was awfully close to yours and you had to do anything in your power to not plant your lips on his. He pulled you back up, with way more force than he intended, which resulted into you being flush against his chest. Your faces only a few inches away, which made it even harder to refrain yourself.

You pulled away slowly, even when you wish you could stay like that forever. The words you desired to speak were stuck in your throat, and your eyes fell down, feeling flustered by everything that has happened this night. He wanted to say so much as he looked at you with a lovesick smile, but he didn’t know how. His right hand fine yours as he put his left hand under your chin.

He stroked your cheek gently with his thumb, his eyes fixated you and only you. You were the only thing that mattered to him any day, anywhere, anytime.

Every couple around you started to leave the dance floor, but you and Cam stayed there without a care in the world. “Let’s get out of here.” He whispered, in which you grinned to in response.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as you walked towards the exit of the ball room, giggles and chuckles leaving your lips. Your parents watched from afar, knowing you were finally with the one you liked all along.

#cam cameron x reader #cam cameron #the summer i turned pretty #fluff #angst with a happy ending #enemies to lovers #conrad fisher #david iacono #jeremiah fisher #steven conklin

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ab-pimenta · 22 days

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I realized I haven't posted any Jones fanart here which is unacceptable considering how disgustingly obsessed i am with him. so have an old doodle

#i got better at drawing him i swear #my precious thirty-something years old man #criminal case #criminal case fanart #david jeremiah jones

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allscripture · 2 years

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Prayers

Jesus, I am free from sin because of Your sacrifice. By the wounds You suffered, I was healed, and I receive Your healing power flowing freely in my life.

He himself carried our sins in his body on the cross so that we would be dead to sin and live for righteousness. Our instant healing flowed from his wounding.

1 Peter 2:24 (TPT)

#Prayer #Holy Bible #David Jeremiah #Bible Verses #Bible Quotes #1 Peter #20n

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joonlic1ous · 8 months

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I need a man who can determine if the killer is left or right handed depending on the angle of the wound

I think I'm finally back to posting here, it was difficult to motivate myself to post here again.. Incase anyone wants to see my art more, I primarily post on Twitter. Criminal Case brought me back bc this is the only place where the fandom is alive I think 😔

#criminal case game #criminal case #nathan pandit #criminal case fanart #criminal case grimsborough #david jeremiah jones #my art #my illustration #artists on tumblr

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thedalatribune · 2 years

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Memories That Motivate

Can you think of times in your life when God was the only light you could see at the end of a long, dark tunnel? Or times when He answered a prayer that kept you on your knees? Let those memories motivate you toward living a standout life for Him.

David Jeremiah

#Memories #David Jeremiah #People #River #Water #Sibalom River #Theology #Sibalom #Antique #Philippines

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tiand · 4 months

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"Quote Of The Day"

“Prayer is the way you defeat the devil, reach the lost, restore a backslider, strengthen the saints, send missionaries out, cure the sick, accomplish the impossible, and know the will of God.” — David Jeremiah

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xzymy · 2 months

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>:) MOMMY PARKER CANON!!!!