After the Turkey is Gone.....

 

As I end this month of Thanksgiving stories, I wanted to share something a little different today. It is a poem that I found here: Thanksgiving Poems, Wishes, Sayings: Celebrate Blessings

Enjoy....

After the Turkey Is Gone

After the turkey is gone, what then?
Will we keep in mind the blessings
for which we claimed to be thankful?
Or will we allow the chaos of everyday life,
real and imagined problems,
to intrude into the contentment
we felt on Thanksgiving Day.

The cranberries, the stuffing and pie a dim memory,
will we focus on trivial irritations,
or will we hold on to what's really important,
the deep, satisfying, good things we have
instead of what we imagine we want
but haven't got.

After the turkey is gone,
cling to the blessings;
remember what makes life worth living;
continue thanks giving.

By Joanna Fuchs

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Indeed. Even through these uncertain times, let us be concerned over what our future holds for us, but at the same time, remember the blessings that God has already given us.

I pray that your Thanksgiving table held lots of laughs and wonderful memories with your families and friends. I will be back on December 3rd with my next post. May God bless you!

Every Good and Perfect Gift....James 1:17

  Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. James 1:17

For those of you that have pets, do you ever think of them as gifts from God and something to be thankful for? And at the same time, do you think they are ever feel thankful for you?

It may seem at least a bit far fetched for some, but the fellow in today's story doesn't think so, and I tend to agree with him. See what you think after you read what he has to say about it.

How God Gave Me a Grateful Dog

For naysayers who say canines can’t make the emotional leap to gratitude, meet Gracie.

by Edward GrinnanPosted in Pets, Nov 25, 2020

• This being Thanksgiving week, I’ve been wondering if dogs possess the capacity for gratitude. When your dog snatches a treat from your outstretched fingers, is she thankful or does she simply think she is getting her due? One expert I consulted was skeptical. Most canine emotions, he maintains, are connected to their primal drives, like fear, contentment, anger, jealousy and happiness. Being grateful is an abstract leap dogs can’t quite manage.

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Well, I beg to differ. God gave me a grateful dog. Gracie may live in the moment but that doesn’t mean she isn’t grateful for the moment, that her awareness lacks that astuteness. Today, for instance, we were on a trail when we reached a section where I liberated her from her leash. Before rocketing up ahead, she paused and looked back. That look said only one thing: Thank you for the freedom. Then she was off, kicking up her hind legs like a colt and disappearing into the trees.

I have one more example for those naysayers who claim a dog can’t be thankful. At mealtimes, my wife Julee sets a place for Gracie on the floor next to her chair—a bowl waiting to be filled with bits of lean protein Julee dispenses from her plate. I do not share with our dog from the table but that’s another story.

At the end of every meal before I get up from my chair, Gracie lays her head on my thigh. This is not begging since she knows it would be to no avail. No, this is what Julee calls a hug. You see, I do most of the shopping and cooking. Gracie is well aware of this. She watches me intently, carrying in the groceries, grilling the meat, tossing the salad and serving the meal. She understands my role. After the meal is concluded, she lays her head gently on my thigh and looks up at me. More often than not she erupts with a guileless little burp. I know she is saying thank you.

This week I am grateful to Gracie—and to God for giving me such a demonstrably grateful golden retriever—for being a reminder to focus on my blessings in the wake of this heartless year when it would be too easy to surrender to pessimism and even despair. Gratitude is an experience of the moment, an instant when God’s grace becomes visible in your life. May you all, my friends, find much to be grateful for this Thanksgiving.

 

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Our family have had many a pet over the years. Sometimes more then one at any given time. All have been rescued in some way or another. By being taken in when they have shown up at our door looking like they were half dead, to going to a rescue shelter where we adopted ones that had gotten there because they were abused, abandoned or their owners just could not keep them any longer for some reason 

I could tell you many stories of those we have had over the years. But I will stick to just one that I know is grateful that she came to live with us.

In 2018, we went to a shelter with the purpose of adopting a dog. A small one, because we are seniors now and can no longer handle the larger dogs like we have had in years past. We went through the shelter looking for just the right one and could not find any that we thought would be right for us. 

But then while we were still there, one of the staff came out into the lobby where I happened to be at the moment, carrying something wrapped in a towel. And she sat down and began rubbing the towel into a little Maltase Mix to dry her wet fur. She had been rescued in an alley, the girl told me and had come in just minutes before, matted and filthy. And she had just gotten a good bath.

They named her Allie, and right away I knew this was the one I wanted to take home. Of course, I had to wait a few days. She would be checked out by the veterinarian there and they would spray her first. But three days later, Allie came home to live with us. 

She took to me right away and she no longer lives in filth like she must have before. And her rib bones do not stick out like that of a dog that was not fed properly. She is a senior now and I know that she is grateful for not having to live outside and no doubt trying to find her next meal as she wondered the alley. As skinny as she had been, she would not have survived much longer. Senior or not, she loves being with me as I go through my day, and following happily behind me. 

God has given me all the precious gifts of pets I have had during my life. And I know that they have all been thankful that they have ended up in a home where they are loved and protected from whatever they had come from before they met us. How could they not be? Maybe not the way that we think of being grateful, but in whatever way that God gave them, when he created them.

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Hello Friends. I apologize for not being able to post the past couple days. I hope I have no more problems to prevent me now. Anyway, thanks for coming and I should be here tomorrow. God bless you!

Have a Happy, Safe and Blessed Thanksgiving!

 

How One Woman's Fib Fed Many On Thanksgiving and Brought Joy to Her

 I myself do not advocate for telling fibs.  God certainly does not approve when we tell them. However, we have all done it from time to time. And in the story following, this woman's fib brought to door on Thanksgiving Day, many who needed a place to go, that day. And in the meantime, God filled her heart with joy. For he promises to make all things good out of the things that we sometimes do wrong. 

One Woman's Frantic Thanksgiving Prayer

She wanted Thanksgiving to be over... God had other plans.

by Linda NeukrugFrom 

"You doing anything special for Thanksgiving?” If one more person asked me that, I was going to lose it. I just wanted the whole thing to be over with. Like most years.

Thanksgiving had never been the happiest holiday for me. When I was little, it was fun seeing my cousins, aunts and uncles. Then my father left. Thanksgiving dinner became subdued, less a celebration and more a reminder of how my family was splitting apart, not coming together.

Now I was divorced. The past year had been such a downer for me. I’d had to move to a smaller, cheaper apartment. Then my hours had been cut back at my bookstore job. I didn’t feel like being around a lot of people, let alone pretending to be thankful for something. Not this year especially. I just wanted to stay home with my two cats and sleep in. Maybe I’d watch a movie.

If only my well-meaning coworkers hadn’t kept asking, “Linda, what are your plans for Thanksgiving?” At first I’d been honest, but the looks of pity I got were too much. So I changed my reply to a casual, “Oh, I might have a few people over.” That worked better. Nobody pursued it.

Except my twentysomething coworker Jessica. She approached me as we were closing up the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. “I know this is a lot to ask,” she said shyly, “but my family lives out of town. Would you have room for one more?”

I started to grind my teeth. Jessica looked at me all doe-eyed. She was so sweet and innocent. I couldn’t crush her hopes. “Of course, Jessica. I’d love to have you join us.”

Her face lit up. “I’ll bring my mom’s famous creamed corn. How many people are coming?”

I blurted out a number at random and Jessica went off with a spring in her step. I felt like a woman on her way to the gallows. What was I going to do now, when it would be just the two of us with enough creamed corn to feed an army?

As soon as I got home I called friends who lived too far away to bail me out. “Tell your coworker the truth,” one said. “Say you’re sick,” another offered. “Pray” was the third suggestion.

My thoughts were too scrambled to come up with any prayer more coherent than People. Turkey. Chairs. I muttered it, pacing my apartment. Even my cats, who were normally clamoring for dinner the minute I walked through the door, steered clear, alarmed.

You got yourself into this fix, I thought. Don’t expect God to get you out of it.

I fed the cats and rushed out to the grocery store. I threw a 20-pound turkey, a bag of sweet potatoes, an extra-large can of cranberry sauce and a couple of frozen pumpkin pies in my cart. For drinks I grabbed a few jugs of apple cider and I was done.

The total at the checkout made me wince.

“Wow, you’re feeding an army,” the clerk said.

Army? That’s right! Weren’t soldiers lonely on holidays? Not to mention hungry. I lugged my groceries home and called the USO. The man who answered sounded thrilled.

“How cool of you!” he said. “I’ll post a notice about it on our bulletin board.”

My face warmed with shame. I wasn’t doing this out of the goodness of my heart. I was doing it to avoid the humiliation of having Jessica be my only guest.

Where else could I find hungry people who were far from home? A college! St. Mary’s was nearby. Surely they had international students. I called.

“That’s very kind of you,” the coordinator of the international program said. “I’m sure some of our students would love to experience a true American Thanksgiving.”

I dug out my address book and phoned people I hadn’t seen in years. “Let’s catch up over turkey,” I said. I knocked on neighbors’ doors and asked them to drop by. So what if I’d only nodded to them in passing? Or if some of them didn’t speak English?

I even invited a man at work whom I’d secretly nicknamed Gloomy Gus. “I doubt I’ll be able to come,” he said. “I’ve been having car trouble.”

“No problem. I’ll have someone pick you up,” I said.

All too soon it was Thanksgiving morning. Except for Jessica, no one had actually confirmed they were coming. I couldn’t waste time worrying about that, though. I had to get cooking. The only thing worse than having just Jessica and me and a 20-pound turkey was an apartment full of guests with nothing to feed them.

The morning flew by in a blur of mixing, whipping, chopping, basting. And praying. People. Turkey. Chairs. Wait . . . chairs! I had enough to seat eight. I’d invited at least 30.

I had only one option. I ran to the funeral home down the street and explained my predicament to the director. “Is there any chance I could borrow some chairs? You’re welcome to come for dinner, by the way.”

He politely declined but let me take eight folding chairs.

I brought them home and arranged them around the table. Moments later there was a knock on the door. It was Jessica, carrying a veritable vat of creamed corn.

My old friend Judy was right behind her. “I brought my new boyfriend,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. I was about to give the man a hug hello when he said, “The turkey smells great, miss, but I’m just the cabdriver. Gotta pick up my next fare.”

My Russian neighbor arrived and started yakking with Judy. There was no language barrier. All they needed to communicate were enthusiastic gestures and cell-phone photos of their pets.

A Chinese student from St. Mary’s College appeared. After him came a couple of soldiers in uniform. Even Gloomy Gus showed up.

Fifteen guests in all. Everyone was talking, laughing, digging into the food with gusto. Including the cats, who got their own little plate of turkey. And Gloomy Gus, who announced that this was the second-best Thanksgiving dinner he’d ever had, despite the lumps in my gravy. (He wouldn’t reveal the best.)

Thank you, God, for the people, the food and the chairs. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Out loud, I said to my guests, “I’m so grateful you could all be here today. You’ve made this a very happy Thanksgiving.” Then I winked at Gus and asked if he’d be kind enough to pass the lumpy gravy.

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God is good, won't you agree? And sometimes he does get us out of our jams. This woman's intentions were not what she had wanted, nor even expected. But when all was said and done and her guests were seated at her table, God had not only brought these people together, but gave her a joyful attitude on her otherwise expected gloomy holiday.

Thanks for coming by, Friends. God bless you today and everday!

A Hand That Blessed

Hello, Friends. Thanksgiving is this coming Thursday and so much is going on in my life these days and things will continue to be busy throughout this holiday season even more so than usual. (I thought as a senior, things would slow down. Apparently not for us, ha, ha.) So for these last few days of this month, I am going to give you a Thanksgiving story each day that I can get here, Or I may post some ideas for you to consider as you celebrate your own holidays.  I hope you will enjoy reading them and thanks ever so much for your patience with me.

If you have children and can admit it, you will know that there are times in a parents life when they can teach us a thing or two, now and then. And some of those times, it is a lesson we can learn about giving to others when we sometimes don't even know it. 

Today's story is not really one about faith, but one about how our sharing with others can make a difference in someone else's life. Read on....

A Teacher Told Her Students to Draw What They Were Thankful for—This Was One Student’s Moving Response

Reader's Digest EditorsUpdated: Oct. 21, 202

As this teacher learned, some of the most moving lessons are taught by students.

When Mrs. Klein told her first graders to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful, she thought how little these children, who lived in a deteriorating neighborhood, actually had to be thankful for. She knew that most of the class would draw pictures of turkeys or of bountifully laden Thanksgiving tables. That was what they believed was expected of them.

What took Mrs. Klein aback was Douglas’s picture. Douglas was so forlorn and likely to be found close in her shadow as they went outside for recess. Douglas’s drawing was simply this:

A hand, obviously, but whose hand? The class was captivated by his image. “I think it must be the hand of God that brings us food,” said one student.

“A farmer,” said another, “because they grow the turkeys.

“It looks more like a policeman, and they protect us.” “I think,” said Lavinia, who was always so serious, “that it is supposed to be all the hands that help us, but Douglas could only draw one of them.”

Mrs. Klein had almost forgotten Douglas in her pleasure at finding the class so responsive. When she had the others at work on another project, she bent over his desk and asked whose hand it was.

Douglas mumbled, “It’s yours, Teacher.”

Then Mrs. Klein recalled that she had taken Douglas by the hand from time to time; she often did that with the children. But that it should have meant so much to Douglas …

Perhaps, she reflected, this was her Thanksgiving, and everybody’s Thanksgiving—not the material things given unto us, but the small ways that we give something to others.

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There are so many children that need to feel the warmth of a adults touch. Far too many aren't getting that at home. and how many would be blessed by the feel feel the care of an adult and that someone was interested in them? 

God gives these children to us as gifts to take care of for him. And yet, so many don't get it from the people that they were and are entrusted to. We as adults would do well to step up and find some way of making them feel special as Douglas does. Even a hand, can find its way into the heart of one so needy. 

God's Word tells us this: "Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him." Psalms 127:3

Have a great day, Friends. God bless you as you prepare for your Thanksgiving day later this week!

A Sign in the Heavens and God's Word

For those that have not yet lost a loved one, they will at some point in their lives. For those of us that have, we know of the grief that hits us, especially during the holidays and other special times of year. Like their birthdays, mothers and fathers day and the like. There are plenty of people out there that do not have Christ, do not know of him, do not care to know him. And when those holidays come around, their grief is compounded because they have no hope of ever seeing that person again.

The story below does not come from a celebration of "Thanksgiving"  per say. However, it is still be befitting of that day and everyday for that matter, because many loved ones have passed and will no longer be at our dinner tables this year. And yet it centers on our grief as that day approaches.   

A sign from heaven that gave Julie Ziglar peace to know where her father was once he passed on. You may find her story and others of faith at:     A Sign in the Heavens | Guideposts

Read on:

A Sign in the Heavens

Julie Ziglar Norman reminds us that even at the darkest times we have reason to rejoice.

by Julie Ziglar NormanFrom  - Posted on Jun 27, 2013

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He was 86. His spirit remained strong but the light in his eyes had dimmed and I had to wonder if this was the last time we’d see each other. My dad, the motivational speaker Zig Ziglar, was known the world over for his energy, optimism and faith. The interesting thing is, he came to that faith in his mid-forties.

It was the night of July 4, 1972, not long after he left a successful career as a salesman to pursue public speaking full time. He’d grown up in a church-going family but he had more doubts than belief.

That night he was out in his swimming pool when he was struck by the urge to pray, as his friend Sister Jessie had been encouraging him to do. Was God real? he asked. Was he truly present in our day-to-day lives? Dad lay back in the water and stared up into the heavens.

All at once a shooting star streaked across the sky. He was startled and elated. A warmth filled him, like the light from the star. He knew with the utmost certainty the answers to his questions. And he knew that he needed to share not just his energy and optimism in his speeches but his faith.

Dad often talked about the sign he saw. Maybe that’s why I looked up myself that afternoon, driving home from visiting him. Clouds were skimming across the Texas sky. Then I saw it, a cloud in the unmistakable shape of a Z.

Z for Ziglar.

I pulled over, grabbed my cell phone and took a picture. It wasn’t till later that I realized the camera function must have been set to video. I showed the recording to my brother and sister when we were keeping vigil in Dad’s hospital room. He’d been rushed there on Thanksgiving with pneumonia.

We’re sorry, but there’s no hope,” the doctors told us. Dad would have argued that meeting his savior was more than hope enough. My prayers were for his time on earth to end peacefully. That was how he died six days later, in his sleep.

The family met to plan the funeral. Dad had spelled out exactly what he wanted for the “big church memorial,” as he called it—down to which Bible passages to read and which songs to sing. But for the private graveside service that would come first, he gave free rein to his pastor, Jack Graham.

Someone suggested that we get a better quality image of the Z cloud for the memorial program. I found the video on my phone and pressed “play.” Who was talking in the background? I hadn’t noticed it before.

I turned up the volume—it was the preacher from the car radio. He was quoting from I Thessalonians 4:13–18: “Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope...”

Hope. That was what Dad was all about. “Hey, y’all, listen to this,” I said to my family and played the video again. We’d have to tell Pastor Graham about this after the graveside service. He would be as moved as we were.

The next morning we gathered at the cemetery. “Years ago I committed to memory certain Bible verses,” Pastor Graham began. “Verses that I believe God wants me to share with you today.” He started quoting the Scripture.

My brother and I looked at each other, stunned. Then we said quietly along with Pastor Graham, “...that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.”

Dad was in his eternal home, and like Dad, I had looked to the heavens and had seen a sign telling me with the utmost certainty that I would see him again.

 

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  My own father had passed on November 15, 2005. He was 83. Some would say that I lost him. I didn't lose him, Friends. I knew then as well as I know now, that I know where he is. He is with his heavenly Father, just as the man is, in the story. And even though these celebrations ahead can be tough, and years later we still grieve for them, we know can know where they are, and have the hope oourselves of one day going to where they are. 

Thanks for coming by. Have a wonderful day today. And may God bless you!

A Thanksgiving Prodject

 

Would you agree with me that we live in a thankless society?

Many of our kids think they are what we call "entitled." They are looked at by us older generations with distaste because they are lazy, don't want to work, are given everything they want and when they get into trouble, we want to buy their way out of it to avoid labeling them as trouble kids, or worse yet, possible jail times.

Oh yes. Our kids are thankless, and everyday selfish kids make us well aware of it. Especially those that we may be living with. Where or how did they get this way?

But wait. Is it really their fault? Haven't we been teaching them the things they have become? Not every family, of course. But many families.

We sometimes don't teach them truth and how to be unselfish but giving to others. Maybe we didn't learn it from our own parents. Maybe we just don't take the time because we have too many other things on our plates to pay attention.

We don't teach them what the it says in Proverbs of the Bible about training them up in the way they should go so that when they are old they will not depart from it? (Proverbs 22:6) 

Do let me tell you that even when we do that, it doesn't mean that they will automatically be a wonderful child growing up, not giving us any grief at all. Because it doesn't. I know of a family that had thought that by raising their boys in the church and doing all that they could to teach them things of God, that they would never rebel. Funny thing was, that as teens one boy was caught smoking pot with the preachers son and the other got a girl pregnant when they were high school age. Both the smoking pot, and sex outside of marriage along with all the other sins they could do were taught in their home and yet they were still violated by these boys. I have since lost track of them but I do know that the one boy married a great girl and has stayed in the church and the other boy took on the responsibility of helping to take care of his baby even though when last I spoke to them, the two weren't married. And to be honest, maybe it was better they not be because they were so young and only God knows if they would have made it together for a life time. I can't say that for them as I don't know their situation. Believe me, I have no room to judge anyone.

The fact is, we are a thankless and not so much a God fearing nation these days. But when we start teaching our kids and even those of us that have grandkids, at a young age about God and our thankfulness to him, we can give our kids a better chance for the next generation to be thankful and God fearing. And by training up a child that way, God promises he will not depart from it when he is old. 

One way we can do that is through a hands on project with our kids that is perfect for this season of Thanksgiving. That is to help them make a Thanksgiving Tree. Pinterest has many ideas and directions  that can help with making one with your kids for this holiday. I encourage you to check it out at: (867) Pinterest  or just go to Pinterest and put Thanksgiving Tree in their search engine. It would be a great project for the kids to do during their time off school next week of if they are off now due to the pandemic. 

Thanking God for all things and especially our children who are meant to be a gift from God but because we get so involved in the problems of everyday life, we can get away from the important things he wants us to do in their lives and it is easier sometimes to just give in, when all they really want is our time and love. 

Thanks for coming by today. Tomorrow's post will be a project by which you can be a blessing to those around you, so please come back. In the meantime, have a Blessed Day!

I Have Learned the Secret to Living....

Hello, Friends. For the past few weeks, I have been posting a lot about the End Times. As we know, that can be a very heavy subject to dwell on. Even though an important one however, since we are getting ready to celebrate Thanksgiving, I want to use the rest of this month on my blog to center on thanking God for his goodness in our lives. I will be posting something each day until the end of this month that will help us remember those things he has given us.

To start off, I want to reprint something (in my own words) from Pinterest (my favorite to go to place for inspirations) that someone else had posted on her own blog. You may go here to find her site, if you wish to read the author's original story:

1-Minute Bible Love Notes: 5 Kernels of Corn 

Our American Heritage started with a group of Pilgrims that fled Britain to come to America to settle in what became Massachusetts. It had been through much hardship that they settled there because they were not equipped with all they needed and many of them had died during their first winter from lack of supplies, food and disease.Things were so bad that they had to even ration their supply of corn, to only allow five kernels per person each day. Things did eventually get better and after crops became more abundant, they started their Thanksgiving celebration by serving each person five kernels of corn in remembrance of what God had provided for them and got them through. 

They understood what Paul had meant when he wrote, 

"I know what it is to live on almost nothing, and to have plenty. I have learned the secret of living in every situation. Whether I am full or I am hungry. For I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me." Philippians 4:12-13.

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Indeed, the Pilgrims knew who they could depend on through all they went through, as Paul had. And the author of this story had said that each Thankgiving, she too remembers God's faithfulness at her table by serving the five kernels of corn to her family.

It would do well for us to do the same because we have inheritedd the land that those people fought and died for and many have continued to die for. And more than that, the land that God has given us. As we look around our table,whether we have plenty or little, there are too many people across the world and in our own country would love to have what we have even if we think it isn't much. Because many have nothing. May we stop to thank God for all he has given us. Not one day a year, but every day of the year.

Thanks for coming by, Friends.  Til next time...

God Bless You!

 

     

End of times: conclusion

20 And when ye shall see Jerusalem compassed with armies, then know that the desolation thereof is nigh.

21 Then let them which are in Judaea flee to the mountains; and let them which are in the midst of it depart out; and let not them that are in the countries enter thereinto.

22 For these be the days of vengeance, that all things which are written may be fulfilled. Luke 21:20-22.

We know that war between Israel and Palestine ended in 1949 with Israel being the victor. (see:Israeli-Palestinian Conflict | Global Conflict )Tracker)  However, they have been enemies every since then. Does the above scripture fulfill that warning? 

God gave his people the land of Israel, and Palestine has tried to take it from them.But their wars are not over and there will come a time when the enemies of Israel will be surround them, once again. I believe this was a warning for them to go to the mountains of Judea and be safe there. 

Since I am not a scholar or an expert in the matters between these countries, you may go to the above site if you wish to read more about their conflicts, including current events in 2020.

I have no doubt that there may be terrible things still to come until Jesus comes back. He had said in these words as well:

22 For these be the days of vengeance, that all things which are written may be fulfilled.

23 But woe unto them that are with child, and to the m that give suck, in those days! for there shall be great distress in the land, and wrath upon this people.

24 And they shall fall by the edge of the sword, and shall be led away captive into all nations: and Jerusalem shall be trodden down of the Gentiles, until the times of the Gentile be fulfilled..

25 And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring;

26 Men's hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.

27 And then shall they see the Son of man coming in a cloud with power and great glory.

28 And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.

29 And he spake to them a parable; Behold the fig tree, and all the trees;

30 When they now shoot forth, ye see and know of your own selves that summer is now nigh at hand.

31 So likewise ye, when ye see these things come to pass, know ye that the kingdom of God is nigh at hand.

32 Verily I say unto you, This generation shall not pass away, till all be fulfilled.

33 Heaven and earth shall pass away: but my words shall not pass away.

34 And take heed to yourselves, lest at any time your hearts be overcharged with surfeiting, and drunkenness, and cares of this life, and so that day come upon you unawares.

35 For as a snare shall it come on all them that dwell on the face of the whole earth.

36 Watch ye therefore, and pray always, that ye may be accounted worthy to escape all these things that shall come to pass, and to stand before the Son of man.

Evil still does exist and will continue. We must be watching and praying. But also realizing that those that claim his name, will be saved, no matter what. That is the peace of God, that goes to us that passes all understanding. 

There is a lot said about the end times in other places of the bible. I am going to stop here with it and go on to something else next time. You can find more about this subject by authors or teachers that are well more versed in end time prophesy then I am, if you wish. I suggest: Dr.David Jeremiah, Tim Lahaye, and David Wilkerson. You can purchase their books on Amazon.

If you chose not to get more information friends, just think on this. End of times. They are coming more rapidly then ever. And no one knows the day or the hour. Where will we be in the aftermath all evil. With God, or in hell? It is our choice. One not to be scoffed at or laughed about by people that think hell will be just a big party. Because, it won't be and it will be too late for those that didn't take seriously, what God says about it.

Tomorrow is a new day. And the start of something else here in my blog. I am not sure what. Come back to find out. Thanks for coming. God bless!