1 John 5:4 For everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith.
I like the following explanation of what this verse means:
We still live in this world (and despite the demonic distortion, it is glorious), but we no longer belong to the world. We belong to Jesus. We have God (the Holy Spirit is a person of the Divine Trinity) in us. And our faith is the mighty power with which we can conquer all distress and tribulation victoriously believing.
Don’t listen to what your body and soul say, but believe what God says about your spirit (your true self) — and He says that if you’re born again, you are holy, blameless, righteous, healed (yes, also physically), provided for, living in abundance.
That’s what you do with faith. Your faith is the power of victory. And what do you believe? You believe what God and Jesus promise you in the Bible. Protection. Safety, care, healing, goodness, grace and joy of life.
Twas very windy today. Stirred up a lot of pollen. Made me sneeze; enough to take allergy med. Not Ryan, though. He’s tough.
How is it that the “gh” si pronounced differently in these two words (in bold). I admire people who’ve learned English as a second language…or 3rd or 4th…or whatever number it is down their list…or any other language other than their native one. I’ve tried learning Spanish (supposedly one of the more simple languages) on a few different occasions, and have had a difficult time figuring out whether or not a word is supposed to be feminine or masculine. Nowadays, it’s even more difficult, since the distinction between masculine and feminine has been diluted into thems and theys and…
Then there’s Ryan. Kid speaks Spanish relatively fluently. Perhaps it’s just me. No, IT IS just me. I’m a dummy…
Ryan is tough, though. And, the thought of it is rough on my brain; so much so, that smoke is coming out of my ears. I ought to go to bed now…
One of my all-time fondest memories of Ryan, is trying to put him to bed when he was a baby. Not ever wanting to miss anything, and despite being completely tuckered out, he would fight to keep his eyes open. I would have to close my eyes and pretend to sleep, in order to get him to close his. After 10 – 15 seconds or so, I’d crack open my eyelids a wee bit to see if he had, indeed, closed his, and would then attempt to tip toe backwards out of the room without waking him. It would always take three or four attempts for him to finally go to sleep, and for me to escape.
The reason I bring this up is I experienced the exact same thing just now. Just a few moments ago, after several attempts, I was finally able to tip-toe backwards out of his room to write this.
The kid still doesn’t want to miss a thing. Can’t say that I blame him.
Lord, Please don’t let me miss a thing; and especially the miracles that are happening all around us as a result of Ryan’s circumstance. Amen
It’s been a good weekend. Ryan enjoyed a visit on Saturday from his friend Hannah Picket (formerly Buecke sp?), her husband Kenny and little Lucy, their beautiful daughter. While Ryan slept through most of they’re visit, he did wake up while Lucy was blowing kisses at him, and he smiled! I, of course, missed it, because I was being a Martha cleaning up stuff from our lunch together. NOTE TO SELF: In the future, don’t be a Martha!
UNCONDITIONALLYadverb: in an unqualified manner; not subject to a condition
We/you are blessed beyond measure by a God who loves us unconditionally.
Agape (Ancient Greek ἀγάπη, agapē) is a Greco-Christian term referring to unconditional love, “the highest form of love, charity” and “the love of God for man and of man for God“.
Romans 8:37-39 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
This has always been Ryan’s desire for anyone he’s met; that they/you would know God’s unconditional love. Accept it, so Ryan’s life will have the meaning and accomplishment it is meant to have.
A HUGE THANK YOU to all who wished Ryan a happy birthday. I read you comments to him, and he totally ignored each because he was sleeping. Ha ha! I will not let him get away with being disrespectful like that, and will read them to him again when he is awake. Again, THANK YOU all for loving on our son as much and as often as you do! We are so grateful for your loving kindness!