Psalmist Angela White Carter...

Psalmist Angela White Carter

COMING OCTOBER 29, 2011
"The Live Recording"



To Be Held at:

Shady Grove Baptist Church
101 Corinth Church Road
Petal, MS 39465

www.shadygrove-church.org

A Letter from "Mom n Dad"...

A Letter from "Mom n Dad"...

My Child,

When I get old, I hope you understand 'n have patience with me
In case I break the plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eyesight, I hope you don’t yell at me.
Older people are sensitive, always having self pity when you yell.
When my hearing gets worse 'n I can’t hear what you’re saying, I hope you don’t call me ‘Deaf!’
Please repeat what you said or write it down.

I’m sorry, my child.
I’m getting older.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up.
Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning how to walk.
Please bear with me, when I keep repeating myself like a broken record, I hope you just keep listening to me.
Please don’t make fun of me, or get sick of listening to me.

Do you remember when you were little 'n you wanted a balloon? You repeated yourself over 'n over until you get what you wanted.
Please also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person. Please don’t force me to shower.
My body is weak.
Old people get sick easily when they’re cold. I hope I don’t gross you out.

Do you remember when you were little? I used to chase you around because you didn’t want to shower.
I hope you can be patient with me when I’m always cranky. It’s all part of getting old.
You’ll understand when you’re older.
'n if you have spare time, I hope we can talk even for a few minutes.
I’m always all by myself all the time, 'n have no one to talk to.
I know you’re busy with work.
Even if you’re not interested in my stories, please have time for me.

Do you remember when you were little? I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.
When the time comes, 'n I get ill 'n bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me.
I’m sorry if I accidentally wet the bed or make a mess.
I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life.
I’m not going to last much longer, anyway.
When the time of my death comes, I hope you hold my hand 'n give me strength to face death.

'n don’t worry..
When I finally meet our creator, I will whisper in his ear to bless you. Because you loved your Mom 'n Dad.

Thank you so much for your care.
We love you. ! ♥

Words Can and Do Hurt!

As a kid you might have said a nursery rhyme often: sticks and stones may hurt my bones but words can never hurt me, but as you grew up, you found out that that is not true...words do hurt you and words can cause death..death of relationships, death of friendships, death of a career, death of a marriage, death of a god life, your life and your future and the life and future of others connected to you. So watch not only what you do but truly watch what you say at all times.

And be mindful that too ..it's not always what you say but how you say it. And if you don't want a person in your space or in your life, don't speak harshly to them or about them, just be honest and tell them you don't want them around and don't wait on them to leave you, you leave them alone.

Proverbs 18:21 reminds us of this one thing: Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.

Proverbs 13:3 says: He who guards his lips guards his life, but he who speaks rashly will come to ruin.

You can begin to measure the good things in your life by the good words that come out of your mouth, let them produce good fruits: great relationships, great friendships and a great life. Amen?

Practice Obedience: Shama - "to hear, listen, obey"

Yes, the world has gone crazy with titles and positions, when the main thing lacking in the church is obedience and love.

"Obedience of the Word and Love for One Another" That's what God requires of us and you can not enter into Heaven until both is achieved. Get your beautiful robes, the highest degrees, education, empowerment, large congregations and the biggest building you can build but not until you can achieve those two things will any of that matter, not one bit.

Practice Obedience: Shama - "to hear, listen, obey"






Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.


‎2 Thessalonians 1:8 In flaming fire taking vengeance on them that know not God, and that obey not the gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ:

Am I Really A Good Steward?

Big Ideals are great but the biggest ideals started off as the simplest thoughts..do the small stuff God gave you to do or you can cancel "your" big thoughts. He needs to see you faithful in the small things first!!! Obedience is better than sacrifice!!!


Today's Question: ASK YOURSELF: Am I Really A Good Steward? "Give an account of thy stewardship; for thou mayest be no longer steward." Luke 16:2

4 Months by Brittney Turner

4 months ago

I did what every teenager likes to do. I had “ fun”

I hung out went to clubs and drank myself nearly to death.

I had my share of fun, and I had my ups and downs

And there were times when I stayed down. Felt like there was no hope for me. Looked all around and found no one.

4 months ago

I was broken

I was this depressed little girl, that had not a care in the world.

And carried the world on my shoulders.

4 months ago

I was just a regular teenager

That struggled with Depression and a bit of suicide

Yep that was my life. Full of pain and strife

Tear after tear, and night after night.

That was I! I had even found alcohol to cure my pain.

What every person does that struggles with depression.

I had a regular session and afterwards I would drink and drink.

Hoping my pain would sink. Trying to Drown my hurt.

So I didn’t have to feel it. But to my surprise it stopped for that moment.

And I was okay, until the next day. until I got the instant replays of my previous days.

4 months ago

I was a wreck an emotional wreck, a train wreck.

A statistic nothing seemed realistic to me.

I didn’t want to exist I just wanted to quit.

4 months ago

I had nothing. I had nobody

But can I tell you that somebody

Came and grabbed a hold of me.

And loved me. For me!

Accepted me for me, saw beyond my problems.

And looked pass my mistakes and never judged me.

Can I tell you that God .

Took me from a dark place

And brought me to a better place.

A place of peace!

Let me tell you about my breakthrough!

When I didn’t know what I was going to do.

When I didn’t know where to turn Or where to run.

He showed up when I was going thru.

He held my hand. He became my right hand man

My best friend,

My beginning, and the end

My night and day,

My comforter, my healer

My heart, my mind, and my soul



Can I tell you that I am here today I’m still standing I survived

Heartache and pain, and that He can take anybody from a bad situation and use them. No matter who you are or what you are going thru. He will use you.

Visit Brittney at:

Her Blog Page: http://testimonyofaghettochild.blogspot

Her Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rapXgUE3wlo

The Butterfly

>One day while walking through the woods, a man found a cocoon.  He decided to take the cocoon home to watch its transformation into a beautiful butterfly.  He gently placed it on his table and watched it for several days. One day a small opening appeared and the cocoon started to move.  The old man sat and watched it for several hours as it struggled and struggled to force its body from the cocoon.

 

 

Then it seemed to stop making any progress.  It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and was unable to go any farther.  Finally, the old man feeling sorry for the cocooned butterfly, decided to help the butterfly.  He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.  The butterfly then easily emerged.

But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.  The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened!  In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.  It never was able to fly.

 

 

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening, were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings, so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.  If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would only cripple us.   We would not be as strong as what we could have been.

And we could never fly.

~ Author Unknown ~