For once in my life maybe I ought to actually think about taking God at His word, and in doing so to suddenly find myself riotously welcoming the rather shocking reality that Christmas is truly everything that He says it is.
In the beginning was the word, and primitive societies venerated poets second only to their leaders. A poet had the power to name and so to control; he was, literally, the living memory of a group or tribe who would perpetuate their history in song; his inspiration was god given and he was in effect a medium.
Take good care of your final word. If your final say will hunt you in day’s ahead, then hold back the words, and let silence speak.
When you view yourself through the lens of God’s Word, you will better understand God’s love for you and the worth you have in His eyes.
Examine your heart and put away any distraction so you can worship God freely.
Thought before word, never word before thought.
Still, I don’t like his use of the word fine. I want to be better than fine.
You perceive the force of a word. He who wants to persuade should put his trust not in the right argument, but in the right word. The power of sound has always been greater than the power of sense… Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.
Nothing is impossible, the world it’s self says I’m possible!
Three things you cannot recover in life: the WORD after it’s said, the MOMENT after it’s missed and the TIME after it’s gone. Now you know.