tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25278844339956125452024-02-07T06:22:07.110+02:00Read and Pray with Glenda Kemp-Harper"Reading and praying the word of God has changed my life so drastically that I would like to share it with everyone. I am letting you in on my private diaries through conversations I have with Father God and His Son Jesus. The black writing in these diaries is the direct word of God. The blue writing is my reply or thoughts on what I had just read."Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-90172147006278400312019-02-20T10:57:00.000+02:002019-02-20T10:58:03.581+02:00Glenda Kemp 2019<div dir="ltr"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 8pt;line-height:107%;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/glenda.harper.35/videos/2234533629944883/?t=0" style="color:rgb(5,99,193)">https://www.facebook.com/glenda.harper.35/videos/2234533629944883/?t=0</a> </p></div><div id="DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2"><br> <table style="border-top:1px solid #d3d4de"> <tr> <td style="width:55px;padding-top:13px"><a href="https://www.avast.com/sig-email?utm_medium=email&utm_source=link&utm_campaign=sig-email&utm_content=webmail" target="_blank"><img src="https://ipmcdn.avast.com/images/icons/icon-envelope-tick-round-orange-animated-no-repeat-v1.gif" alt="" width="46" height="29" style="width: 46px; height: 29px;"></a></td> <td style="width:470px;padding-top:12px;color:#41424e;font-size:13px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:18px">Virus-free. <a href="https://www.avast.com/sig-email?utm_medium=email&utm_source=link&utm_campaign=sig-email&utm_content=webmail" target="_blank" style="color:#4453ea">www.avast.com</a> </td> </tr> </table><a href="#DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2" width="1" height="1"></a></div> Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-68312210832039143992019-02-06T20:55:00.001+02:002019-02-06T20:55:21.714+02:00change of contact<div dir="ltr">My contact address on this blog is not operating. Please find me on fb under Glenda Harper and leave a message on Messenger.</div> Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-56414913283362306672017-12-19T15:30:00.000+02:002017-12-22T10:22:41.162+02:00KERSVERHAAL 2017My Kersverhaal aan Carpe Noctem Gloria <br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Dankie vir die geleentheid om in <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>hierdie redaksie te dien. Dit gaan nie oor my
foto’s nie maar oor die Woord. Dis een ding waarvan ek seker is: “Die Hemel en
die aarde sal verbygaan, maar My Woorde sal nooit verbygaan nie.”(Mattheus
24:35)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Die foto’s maak my skaam vir die eenvoud waarmee hulle die
waarheid vas lê.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">As ek die mooi raak sien skop die adrenalienpomp in.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Op die meeste foto’s lê ek op my maag of rug
of is ek onderstebo.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Die hoofbestandeel
is die “Sjoe, Here, maar dit is mooi”, <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>saam met ‘n binnekop-lied wat Hom prys. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Dis elke dag ‘n nuwe lied. Sommige foto’s het my sien sit en
rol in onwelriekende <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>vis en iets van ‘n
hond wat meer agtergelaat het as sy voetspore.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>‘See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’ terwyl die<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>foonkamera die geskenke oopmaak. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Kyk nou net hoe gebeur my Kersdag-foto’s: Lees dit sommer
soos ‘n modernedag gelykenis. So uit hierdie week se dagboek.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">God voorsien</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Asof ‘n hoedspeld onder my bas gesit is, spring ek op toe ek
die uitsig deur die skuifdeur sien.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Vergeet van tande borsel, hare kam<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>en die hond. Voor jy kan sê sonsopkoms stop
my kar by die strand.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>In my is ‘n ligte
maar sterk trilling en ek weet die aardbewing is op pad. Op die agterste
sitplek is ‘n blou sak vol hooi. Ek slaan my arms om die sak en wandel waardig
in die seepad af. Ek en ‘Abraham’.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Hoekom Abraham? Want Abraham beteken <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“God sal voorsien”. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Dit is Kersfees -- God sal voorsien. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Abraham het vir Izak gehad en die vuurmaakhout, ek het n sak
vol hooi en ‘n kamera. My oggendlesing wat kleef: 1 Thessalonisense 2:13<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“... die Woord van God wat ook werk in julle
wat glo.” Ek glo en die Woord werk. Sy teenwoordig-heid is my suiwer
suurstofhelium. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">My oë soek. Dit is hier, ek moet dit net kry. Die eerste stop
was net ‘n komma. Soos n glasie wyn lig ek die mandjie met hooi na die
skakerings agter die see, en my kamera se klik sê “baie mooi”. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Die waaragtige Lig wat elke mens verlig, was aan’t kom in die wêreld." (Johannes 1:9)</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Die tweede stop was ‘n kommapunt, die inleiding van wat wag.
Die houtpaal met die gat was daar, en die hooi maak ‘n nuwe prentjie so deur
die gat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Soos die wyse manne volg ek die ster wat voor my uit gaan en
wag net vir daardie ster om tot stilstand te kom.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Dan is dit daar. Die punt. Staan dit en pronk op die top van
die hoogste van drie duine. Die rietkruis. Twee riete netjies vasgebind met
weggooi vislyn en daar gelos vir my. Die hooi het ‘n huis. Dit is mos Kersfees.
Jesus is mos in ‘n stal neergelê. Daar is mos hooi in ‘n stal. Jesus is mos
gebore vir die kruis. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">“In die begin was die Woord, en die Woord was by God, en die
Woord was God.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Ek plaas <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>die klein Bybeltjie saggies neer op die
hooibed, langs die kruis. My Jesus leef vandag.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">“Alle dinge het deur Hom ontstaan, en sonder Hom het nie een
ding ontstaan wat ontstaan het nie,”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Sy
ontstaan is oral rondom my. Wit wolkillusie spikkel deur die hooi, die son
boots Sy vuurvlam oë na. My ore hoor die see praat met baie waters. In Hom was
lewe, en die lewe was die lig van die mense.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">"En die Woord het vlees geword en het onder ons gewoon – en ons het Sy heerlikheid aanskou, ‘n heerlikheid soos van die Eniggeborene wat van die Vader kom – vol van genade en waarheid.” (Johannes 1:14)</span></b></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">En toe skielik die sandstorm. Die hooi waai weg. Die
vissermanne ‘waai weg’. Hy sonder my af net vir Hom. Ek klou aan die kruis. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">"Trek die volle wapenrusting van God aan, sodat julle staande kan bly teen die liste van die duiwel." (Efesiers 6:11)</span></b></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Die wind sluk my in. Die wind lig my hande met die kruis so
hoog ek stamp ‘n gat in die wolke.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">"In Hom was lewe, en die lewe was die lig van die mense. En die lig skyn in die duisternis en die duisternis het dit nie oorweldig nie." (Johannes 1:4-5)</span></b></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">My beker loop oor. Vreugde
ongehoord, en onbeskaamd sing ek die lied wat die hele oggend in die agtergrond
luier. “All I had to offer You was brokenness and shame, but You made something
beautiful of my life.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">My arms en die kruis swaai soos die dirigeerstokkie van die
Philadalphia-orkes se dirigent terwyl ek in die rondte draai.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">"Maar die Here julle God moet julle aanhang soos julle tot vandag toe gedoen het." (Josua 23:8)</span></b></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Een met die elemente buig ek nou neer en sien hoe die
sand<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>teen my leë hooisak waai. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">"En die engel sê vir haar: Moenie vrees nie, Maria, want jy het genade by God gevind." (Lukas 1:30)</span></b></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Alles <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>vir hierdie
moment, vervul die reikhalsende verlange in Sy teenwoordigheid. So voel dit om
te lewe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Die foon klik nie meer nie, die battery is pap. ‘n Tyd vir
alles. Dit was tyd om huis toe te gaan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Vol vreugde bereik ek my motor. Die mees basiese outomatiese
beweging om jou deur oop te sluit haak vas. Die sleutel. Wat ‘n wrede
ontnugtering. Waar is die sleutel van hierdie motor wat met die oog gesien kan
word en die werklikheid tuisbring. Wie se verstand gaan nou foto’s neem van ‘n
alledaagse karsleutel. My onthou is uitgeblus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Op en af, op en af loop ek terug op my voetspore na my eerste
komma, kommapunt en punt. Die wind het reeds ‘n stuk dryfhout wat oop was half
toegegooi onder die sand -- watter <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>kans
staan my bos sleutels en my bestuurslisensie en die elektroniese hekoopmaker
wat aan ‘n materiaalband vasgemaak is?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Ek weet dit is weg. Ek weet ook dat my Here alles ten goede laat
meewerk. Die bestuurslisensie krap die meeste. Here, het U ‘n afspraak vir my
by die lisensie-kantore?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Probeer<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>my man nou
oortuig dat God ‘n plan het met alles as ons in Sy weg loop. My man sien klaar
hoe skelms<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>die huise teiken en wag vir die
donker om ons hekoopmaker, sleutels en ons ou kar-vol-sand-en-hond-hare te
gebruik.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Ai.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">So begin die legkaart in plek val op plekke waar ek nie sou
gewees het as ek nie my bos sleutels verloor het nie. God verruil my sleutels
vir sleutels wat die Koningkryk oopsluit. Die engele staan reg: “So, sê ek vir
julle, is daar blydskap voor die engele van God oor een sondaar wat hom bekeer.”
(Lukas 15:10)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Ek sou nie hier gewees het nie. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">By die slotmaker.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Pragtige kindjie met Jesus blink in haar ogies. Bid ek:
Jesus, hier is ‘n kindjie. U was ‘n kindjie. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Wees Kersfees in haar hartjie. U geboorte
binne haar en haar familie, tot eer van God. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Ek sou nie hier gewees het nie.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Op pad van die slotmaker. ‘n Werklose wat baie hard werk se
werksprojek het omgetuimel in die middel van die pad en sy kartonne lê die wêreld
vol. Ek trek van die pad af. Tussen die twee van ons kry ons die trollie
weggetrek en die kartonne weer opgestapel. Ek gee vir hom R10,<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>‘n klein Bybeltjie in Zulu, en Jesus. So seën
ons mekaar voordat ek vertrek.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">"Want God het Sy Seun in die wêreld gestuur nie om die wêreld te veroordeel nie, maar dat die wêreld deur Hom gered kan word." (Johannes 3:17)</span></b></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Die motorlisensie afdeling.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">So amper het ek hom gemis. Daar was net twee mense voor my, <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>dan sou dit my oë wees wat getoets word.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Op bank 1 het drie van ons vriendelik gegroet en gesit. Die
Moslem-kêrel aan my linkerkant en die jongman, omtrent 30, <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>aan my regterkant. Ek bid in my hart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Op bank 2 <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>het die
jongman gepraat van die dae toe hy op die Bluff as tuinier gewerk het en hoe
fiks hy was om van Umlazi af soontoe te loop. Hy vertel van <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>sy een oog wat swak is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Ek het my <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Joy</i>-tydskrif
uitgehaal en gelees. Met die Moslem en die jongman weerskante aan my vasgestik
soos twee moue was dit moeilik. Ek voel duidelik die<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>vier o</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">ë</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">links
en regs van my wat my Jesus leestof opslurp. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Die jongman sê vir my hy is ‘n Jehova getuie. Ons praat oor
ons verskille. Hy belowe vir hierdie ou vrou dat hy vir God gaan vra om die
waarheid aan hom bekend te maak. Amper ‘n soort berg Karmel ondervinding. Ek
glo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Voordat ek my goud, wierook en mirre kon oorhandig (die klein
Bybeltjie, die boek van Markus en die vel papier wat vrae beantwoord en
verduidelik hoe om weer gebore te word) moes ek opstaan om my oë te laat toets.
</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">My toetsbeampte beanwoord ‘n oproep. Ek wag.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Teen die tyd dat ek my plek inneem om deur die volgende rye
stoele te werk is my jongman al naby die betaalpunt. Die oomblik wat ek die
ster sien stilstaan by die betaalpunt los ek my sak op my stoel en skuif-stamp
deur die rye knieë om hom te bereik. Hy neem die geskenke van my met
verwondering en dankbaarheid. My oë blink soos die liggies aan ‘n Kersboom. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Dankie Here.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Dankie
vir verlore sleutels en gevonde siele. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">“En ons weet dat vir hulle wat God liefhet, alles ten goede
meewerk, vir hulle wat na Sy voorneme geroep is.” (Romeine 8:28)<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Ek buk by die hulpelose kindjie in die stal, ek aanskou die Koning
op die wolke. “En Sy aangesig was soos die son wat skyn in al sy krag.”
(Openbaring 1:16)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">God het voorsien! <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Jesus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">“Want so lief het God die wêreld gehad, dat Hy Sy eniggebore
Seun geggee het, sodat elkeen wat in Hom glo, nie verlore mag gaan nie, maar
die ewige lewe kan hê.” (Johannes 3:16)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Dit is kersfees. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; margin: 0px;">Geseënde Kersfees.</span><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: calibri;">English Summary. </span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: calibri;">This story is about the ecstasy of inhaling nature with my camera and self-provided
hay; floating in God’s Christmas presence.</span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: calibri;">Then the sand storm that blows away everything from Hay to fishermen
and leaves me face to face with my Lord. Clutching for dear life to the cross someone
had left on the beach (for me!) which turns into an orchestral baton as I sing
praises. Once the camera phone battery is no more I know it is time to go home.</span></span></b></div>
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: calibri;">My bubble almost burst when I find that in all this excitement I have
lost my key. God reassures me that all things work together for good for those
who love Him. There are lots of keys to have cut, a licence to have replaced
and my automatic gate key. Places I would not have gone to if I had not lost my
bunch of keys.</span></span></b><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: calibri;">Every place brings forth human beings that God uses me to put them
under His wing.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The angels of heaven rejoice.
</span></span></b></div>
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: calibri;">All along the way I was aware of the Christmas reading I was slowly
studying in my quiet time.</span></span></b><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: calibri;">All the blessings brings much joy and a blessed Christmas wish to you
all from me. </span></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">What happened to the snake?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">If ‘hissstory’ serves me right, Oupa Python
exchanged his African heritage for a British passport.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Hopefully, he would have lived and have known the
likes of slithering under the leadership of Harold Wilson, tasted the iron of
Margaret thatcher and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>witnessed the
inauguration of John Major.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is if
he did not squeeze the life out of the wrong object, and if he lived to a ripe
old snake age of 25. What the British do with departed snakes is anyone’s
guess. A bag? Shoes? Not.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">He did not broaden his horizon outside of the
English country side as his passport was all that returned to South Africa with
me. There was no investigation as to the whereabouts of the owner that did not
accompany his documents.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Our ‘divorce’ papers were signed when Paul Raymond
of Raymond’s Revue bar theatre declared that he wanted my show, but not the
snake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was not cruel, as the
relationship between me and the snake was purely a business arrangement wherein
snake served as a logo and nothing more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was happy to have cleared the notion that a snake was my claim to
fame. I did have a show you know!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">So what did happen to the snake?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I left it behind in a happy state with a line
of voluptuous dancers bidding for the use of its services.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The decision was left with the owner of the
girly enterprise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I danced off in to the
English limelight, solo for the first time and enjoyed the ‘hiss-less’ ride.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Even today, after so many hundreds of years, the
first questions asked by those in the know is: What happened to the snake? Now
you know! </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">From Glenda Kemp Harper. xxxxxx</span></div>
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<br />Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-15912530603366496872017-06-17T08:17:00.000+02:002017-06-17T08:17:14.875+02:00LONELY<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>Lonely Christmas Christians; </strong></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">this is for you. (At all times.)</span></div>
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It is almost Christmas. A very busy time for most, but a lonely time for some with more time on our hands than usual. Kids and loved ones are far away or no more.</div>
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What an opportunity to use this time to draw closer to God!</div>
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Open with my Bible, pen in hand, note book waiting. </div>
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I started reading.</div>
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What is it with this longing that jumps up and down on my shoulders and disrupts my concentration to the extend of giving up?</div>
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I will pray .</div>
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“Lord, I will pray. Lord, I will talk to You. You are my friend.”</div>
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My mumblings sound like a car in a roundabout that lost track of the exits. Around and around. My words are saying nothing.</div>
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“Lord, where are you? </div>
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I miss my child.</div>
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I miss my sisters and brothers.</div>
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But I said that before.”</div>
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I can’t pray.</div>
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Back to basics. Once I was a new Christian and needed to learn how to pray. Now I am an old Christian and need to relearn how to pray. Dug and found my beginners prayer instructions filed away for just such a day as today.</div>
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The wheel of prayer. From a book called: ‘Change your world through prayer’ I had made copies for myself and my youth group a long time ago. I think the author is Bennie Mostert.)</div>
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I invite you to do this with me. To start off with, it can be a bit jerky as you will be reading through the explanations and have to force yourself<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in to the place where God wants you to be. </div>
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The best thing that is coming out of it for me is the loss of self centeredness. It is about God, Jesus and Holy Spirit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seeking God’s presence brings us to the needs of others. </div>
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I would love you to share as you go along. We can pray for each other but we should focus in mostly on others. </div>
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Comment at the bottom of the blog page or write to me at <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null">glenda482-safe@yahoo.co.uk</a> </div>
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Here follows direct extracts from the book Change Your World Through Prayer.</div>
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1. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">PRAISE </b>is and act of commitment to God. Through praise we acknowledge God for who He is, exalt Him with our words, our whole being and our attitude, in prayer. All prayer should start with praise. Psalm 115:1 says: “Not to us, O lord, not to us but to Your name be the glory, because of your love and faithfulness.” We praise Him for His name, His justice, love, holiness, omnipotence, greatness, faithfulness, His Word, His Creation, His redemption, etc. You can for instance, use a different theme each time in this time span of praise and worship. Expand on this theme as much as possible, meditate on it, weigh the practical implications of it on your life and the lives of others. Watch out, thought, for a mere repetition of words. <span style="color: blue;">(Make your own praise notebook. Write down<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>praise words from the different Psalms. It is so handy to read them out loud in times of temptation, trials, attacks or just to glorify our Lord and draw near to Him.)</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">2.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WAITING<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ON<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>THE<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>LORD </b>is an act of silent love or adoration of God. It incorporates worship and praise to God for who He is. It is to worship God and to praise Him for who He is.</div>
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During this period of silence we tune in to (adjust ourselves to) God himself, we direct our whole being to Him and commit ourselves to Him anew. We rejoice in and over His presence. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Psalm 46:10</b> says: “Be still and know that I am God.” We can say this is a very intimate form of communication between God and ourselves, it is I, as the limited (shackled) and finite being before God who is the Unlimited and Infinite Being. We make sure at this point that we are in contact with God. This time of contact with the Lord cannot be hurried, there is no place for impatience and haste here. During this time you think of nothing else but God the Father, His Son Jesus your redeemer and the Holy Spirit. You need not express your thoughts in words. Concentrate on your relationship with God and your love for Him.</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">3.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> CONFESSION </span> </b>is the condition to admission to God. This is a time of self-examination (introspection) and allowing the Holy Spirit to point out any unconfessed sin to you. I acknowledge my sin and sinfulness before the Lord during this period; I confess my sin and turn my back on it; I break with my sin and accept the Lord’s forgiveness. Confession is the cleansing of the Christian. Sin builds a wall between us and God so that God cannot hear us (<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Isaiah 59: 1-2)</b></div>
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Our sins are paid for and forgiven solely through the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ on the grounds of His death on the cross. I don’t ask God to change the circumstances during confession, but that He will forgive and change me. Confess each form of failure, negligence and sin. <br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">4. PRAYING<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>SCRIPTURE </b>– To be able to pray in a balanced way, I have to spend time in the Word. <span style="color: blue;">(Very important!) </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I must get to know God’s promises and pry themto God. The promises of God create faith. In the first<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>place the Bible is a book tht has to be believed and obeyed. During this period I ask: “Lord, what promises can I make my own; what commands must I obey; what warnings must I pay attention to?” The Word is your prayer manual. <span style="color: blue;">(There are lots of examples of this on my blog. Go to the 'Read and Pray' tab.</span>)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We must remind the Lord of His promises in His Word day and night. As you read Scripture, ask the Lord how to apply it in your life and in your prayer time. Your prayers must become quotations from Scripture more and more. </div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">5. WATCHING –</b> a time of spiritual perception (observation), to be spiritually aware of matters to pray for. It will lead to praying for the needs of others and some of your own needs. You tune into the Lord and ask the Holy Spirit specifically to draw your attention to specific matters, so that you can pray for them. Be especially wary and alert for the <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>onslaughts of the Evil One during this time. Pray and ask the Holy Spirit to show you the plans, methods, strongholds and strategies of the Evil One. Paul teaches us to watch and pray with thanksgiving: “Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful” (<country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Col.</b></place></country-region><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> 4:2). </b>Satan will certainly try to keep you from praying and confuse you so that you can not concentrate. Be wary, rebuke and resist him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Be sure to pray purposefully. What are the problems people experience while teaching the gospel? Pray for that. Are there things reported in the newspapers, things that we hear on the radio or see on TV that we should pray for; things like economic problems, political unrest, wars, etc.<br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">6. INTERCESSION –</b>to intercede for others, to pray for others. In intercession we concentrate on the needs and distress of others – we stand in the gap for someone else. Intercession is God’s method to get His children involved in His plan for the world. We become involved in world evangelization during intercession. When you intercede you stand at God’s side and you work with Him for the salvation or for the benefit of someone else. By faithful intercession you can do as much as those who are physically in the field. Work out a systematic plan for intercession, start with your own household and family, then your friends and church, then your town, your country and lastly the whole world. Every Christian should have a burden for lost souls and a world in need. Remember, the church of the Lord also needs intercession. Intercession is not only on behalf of unbelievers. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Spiritual warfare</b> is an element of intercessory prayer that deserves a specific place in our prayer time. Pray and ask the Lord to show you through the working of the Holy Spirit where the powers of evil are working. Binding evil forces in Jesus’ Name, break their strongholds and resists them. Resist the devil, don’t give him a hold in your life. Jesus conquered the Evil One on the cross. We as believers must proclaim His victory in each area of life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Spiritual warfare will also be part of your prayer time during Watching and petition.</div>
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<span style="color: blue;">This is it. The 12 ingredients of our prayers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You never could think it this easy to spend an hour in prayer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sometimes carry the ‘5’ minutes with me and it becomes much longer as I do chores in the house to the praise music or walk with the songs in my heart. Each section can be an hour in itself if that is what we want to concentrate on. Let us not mope about being away from out loved ones. Let us pray and prove our God is a living God who lives in our hearts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We praise Him as we experience his love, which is stronger than anything else in this world. Jesus is King.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I was on my knees and
elbows, wanting the best angle for a driftwood shot when I saw it: The stone, twice round; the outer round and the hole round. A time-still moment occurred when I
knew God was there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jesus is risen!
The stone was rolled away. The grave was empty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I knew its place; displayed around my neck for all to ‘read’. Jesus is not on the cross any more.
Jesus is not in the grave any more. Jesus is risen! Don’t live as if the stone
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">You have come through the
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">With the sun on my dusty car window I saw these patterns in the dust; it reminded me of Johan 8.</span><br />
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-29904075114795005022017-04-21T18:28:00.001+02:002017-04-21T18:28:56.307+02:00LIGSKRIF DIGBUNDEL saamgestel deur Ellen Margaret Hancke<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNoSpacing><u><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Op Reis met LIGSKRIF.<o:p></o:p></span></u></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTuNL7Ks_YVZCPe1NSCs7AxRr_s5hVJOyRca_HXtrE__4zI6413rnzI0_o7f6nVvbRwIVbDWIzbhtfKDdQZknrpoqst13ZvRBbKYkJ7_s6TcHXpkW407h5DjOmbTGslLUUdTlKakdqjqB5/s1600/image035-736310.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTuNL7Ks_YVZCPe1NSCs7AxRr_s5hVJOyRca_HXtrE__4zI6413rnzI0_o7f6nVvbRwIVbDWIzbhtfKDdQZknrpoqst13ZvRBbKYkJ7_s6TcHXpkW407h5DjOmbTGslLUUdTlKakdqjqB5/s320/image035-736310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493408280634610" /></a></span><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Een Blaai, een woord en twee oe onder water.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Trane sommer so in die openbaar in n lughawe Wimpie. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Kyk, dis nou eers by die “Opgedra aan” bladsy, en goed spring rond in my binneste. Hier kom n ding, Glenda.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Die een woord “PAPPAVADER”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>“Opgedra aan PAPPAVADER.” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Ek ken Hom! Dis my Pappa!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Ek lees iets opgedra aan Hom. So dra ek sommer net daar en dan myself ook op aan Hom.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>U Woord, die Bybel, is die Alfa en Omega. Omdat ons in U beeld geskape is mag ons, skeppers van woorde, U prys op woordgebied. Ligskrif.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>(Ek moes meer tissues in my sak gesit het.)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>“PAPPA VADER, my bron van soveel krag en genade;” se Ellen. Se ek ook agterna. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='border:none;padding:0in'><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Wat God deur die Heilige Gees deur ons kan doen!<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Ek is skoon in die wolke; letterlik.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Daar onder le die wit wolkies soos Ligskrif se versies. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Dink ek:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><i><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>En deur die gaatjies, <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><i><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>nuwe huisies in laatjies.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><i><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>En hier langs my sit n verlore skapie<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><i><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Soos die hangkop asem van sy glasie.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><i><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Nou hoog in die vrug<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><i><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Pappa, red hom op U vlug.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Skryf ek:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Die laaste 4 reels van Anze Bezuidenhout se “Laat my daagliks U vrug dra” in my dagboek: <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>“open my ore om u stem te hoor<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>ook my oe dat u Woord my kan bekoor<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>sodat ek my geloof nooit sal verloor<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='border:none;padding:0in'><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>ek daagliks vrug sal dra tot U eer”<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Gert J.J. de Bruijn kom toe en praat sommer oor my fotos in sy “Meesterskilder”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>“ons sien so nog n skildery<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>wat ons gratis van die Meester kry.” (11-12)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>As ek mag, besluit ek, wil ek my foto album ‘Meesterskilder’ noem; want wat ek daar in Sy see-tuin sien is net soos Gert Hom in Meesterskilder dien.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Toe glimlag ek heilig vir my onthou, met die lees van “Ek Glo”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>“Ek glo dat ek by myself<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>gedurig in Gods Woord moet delf,” (17-18).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2LWCP_prZ_E74EjMIeOQUgBJyrrF0jUVtW0j-yEzEWuzNpcMB4XEgTflQKsGsMt4cae6mOqV59lHLukSK_h0AXyk4N35Fcslc_GzlLrS2ANh1KxTx6Bo4rq12l1_7PE5BvpJjELMYdsj/s1600/image036-737908.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2LWCP_prZ_E74EjMIeOQUgBJyrrF0jUVtW0j-yEzEWuzNpcMB4XEgTflQKsGsMt4cae6mOqV59lHLukSK_h0AXyk4N35Fcslc_GzlLrS2ANh1KxTx6Bo4rq12l1_7PE5BvpJjELMYdsj/s320/image036-737908.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493416213850162" /></a></span><span style='font-size:12.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Ellen Hance raak persoonlik. Voorblad my “feilbare vlees” in haar “gebrekkige oes” en verraai my skuiling in “wensdenkery” se “kokon”. Altyd ‘happy ever after’ as dit eindig met “voor Hom wat liefde is” en “geure het/ in God”.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='line-height:200%'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:200%'>Dan die woord ‘giggelgeel’; so lekker tot in my tone. So sit “wat reg is in<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='line-height:200%'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:200%'>kleur” later n lied in my kamera wat al wat n kleur is inkleur. Die woord ‘binnekyk” in “wat reg is in kleur” is die binnekyk wat soos die wolk in die dag en die vuurkolom in die nag deur Ellen se blaaie skyn.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='page-break-after:avoid'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OmSiab7Y2ZtrPrX9BpU2UtiPdCwCHZk0D5FRL4dINEgzG3oYJZ-Axxr68P6BGAZ0VD02x0-du9IuQnIzNJAgre7fa5ve6lStRfY9vUyE-fSTrxtjG8oIf51b85Kc1225z0lmCMjf4kio/s1600/image037-738902.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OmSiab7Y2ZtrPrX9BpU2UtiPdCwCHZk0D5FRL4dINEgzG3oYJZ-Axxr68P6BGAZ0VD02x0-du9IuQnIzNJAgre7fa5ve6lStRfY9vUyE-fSTrxtjG8oIf51b85Kc1225z0lmCMjf4kio/s320/image037-738902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493419791016354" /></a></span></b><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoCaption> wat reg is in kleur<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Geel sal nooit weer geel wees nie. Giggelgeel. Lifestyle Nursery Johannesburg blomme.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>As n mens dig, moet jy n kleur wys, al is dit “die vreemde wit van ontblote spier”. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Die vliegtuig daal nou. So gou. Ek lees en herlees so lekker. Papierboek voel my hande; ek voel terug.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-SoGLES2CHRLlJVRIuFXOLpYX72GAlxqAaB85v7bCNoF_tafShbDRp0ubtDvjZE40YI212DU0SRkmHfoY7rQfSfEVyUybIjzj1fYpwLQ1gighRZ2tPykcaXDgE1-o2sZbR5uNTdRecFJ/s1600/image038-739637.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-SoGLES2CHRLlJVRIuFXOLpYX72GAlxqAaB85v7bCNoF_tafShbDRp0ubtDvjZE40YI212DU0SRkmHfoY7rQfSfEVyUybIjzj1fYpwLQ1gighRZ2tPykcaXDgE1-o2sZbR5uNTdRecFJ/s320/image038-739637.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493417470345554" /></a></span></b><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Hier sit ek in my klein hoekie op JHB lughawe en wag. Die lekkerste wag ooit. Ek kuier heeltemal te lekker in Ligskrif. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Kuier, kuier, eet, min tyd vir lees. Net Bybel inpas vir my gees. (JHB saam met my sussie Joan en my broer Dale en sy vrou van London. Dale terug na drie dae. Joan en ek na Bloemfontein om by my hartseer ouer suster, Hermie, te kuier. Die laaste drie susters. Die besoek het sy eie gedigte uitgeleef.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Soms suig ek die ligskrif druppeltjies op deur die TV lawaai spons. Binnekyk vs die buitekyk. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>En dan is ek terug op die lughawe; Ligskrif en ek gaan huis toe. So lekker met my pen in my hand, om lepel te le met ligskrif vir n hele 3 uure se wag. Geen onderbrekings nie.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='page-break-after:avoid'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0z3shxqeSWy-AIW0XPY5bnnrPtNxUrL12CmQzlMKDf6LCtVu73YJZiDG9pINH03-LvQKVR3jaUnHkC4IymmysEATR25bUn5IbSUH1y1LSeDccv3CwGANDLpk7sp0jS-rCVwAK527oi8_/s1600/image039-740549.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0z3shxqeSWy-AIW0XPY5bnnrPtNxUrL12CmQzlMKDf6LCtVu73YJZiDG9pINH03-LvQKVR3jaUnHkC4IymmysEATR25bUn5IbSUH1y1LSeDccv3CwGANDLpk7sp0jS-rCVwAK527oi8_/s320/image039-740549.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493424887172258" /></a></span></b><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoCaption>Figure 1 My boekmerk.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Dit is so, Eva Mouw, “Alles, alles getuig van lewe”(1), “… sterflikheid” (5) en “… weeropstaan”(10). “Getuienis”. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptz9zhyzoS5KCRJiyz7B9nLZBtKB3re47TzWrobhyphenhyphenrpdkwYyWA41F3cjkF_xSOeGVg_lb-pKKMTYAoMS25k_4Yim-Yxt_rwHnE0IT6fV7SNOWzA_c4EzgOpXCwdD85vE2ty3qQ_QzCffG/s1600/image040-741920.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptz9zhyzoS5KCRJiyz7B9nLZBtKB3re47TzWrobhyphenhyphenrpdkwYyWA41F3cjkF_xSOeGVg_lb-pKKMTYAoMS25k_4Yim-Yxt_rwHnE0IT6fV7SNOWzA_c4EzgOpXCwdD85vE2ty3qQ_QzCffG/s320/image040-741920.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493432502571570" /></a></span><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>“pyngedagtes” laat my dink aan die lied en die storie van ‘It is well with my soul’.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Gedigte is mos maar boeke wat in woorde en reels geprop word. Groot stories in woord droogtes. Binnekyk stories.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Soos die vliegtuig in die lug hang, hang ek aan Andy Paulse se lippe. Die anner uitspraak se woorde is op daai treadmill van Leon Schuster saam die borde. Ek moet vining gryp om niks oppie grond te lat vallie. “gehede iets; krukke onnerie tong; boontoe praat; drietandomdraaivurk-lag; mank virrie dankiese”; en dan is daar “die bakhand oom in woorde ytgevat”. Ai, Andy, ek geniet jou.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:dotted windowtext 3.0pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='border:none;padding:0in'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Ons gaan land. My laaste ruk hoog in die wolke met Ligskrif.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='border:none;padding:0in'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p></div><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Ligskrif op die stand.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='page-break-after:avoid'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDKi395NFPBicQ695SsFaGsBsMLaYAIFMR0DXlysX7KPaFl9GLo1r45m0BUaL8uPxb7lOK7UK3U_HbsTSIu3JGdTF4FSGmeID4GF0e3ZUUyCMvQML8mUzCPvUDkKqSnzIA9EyyXFwlVS0/s1600/image041-742813.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDKi395NFPBicQ695SsFaGsBsMLaYAIFMR0DXlysX7KPaFl9GLo1r45m0BUaL8uPxb7lOK7UK3U_HbsTSIu3JGdTF4FSGmeID4GF0e3ZUUyCMvQML8mUzCPvUDkKqSnzIA9EyyXFwlVS0/s320/image041-742813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493436612416738" /></a></span></b><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoCaption><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>Selfs die hond is ene ore :) </span><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Lieze Stassen en ek besing nou so kliphard God se grootheid op die stand, dat die branders skoon oormekaar val om uit hulle beperkings te breek van pure genot.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin3gSi7ZyYOih_vXU0G_HkNNFJwJQfzpKVBG0znmBh9sPX7C9SDt6gT6b3RtBOxb8I99vP2AetXnhvaDvcR_QQNsJS_OLaL-UivdQda-b1kRtzXXR5BzuIMI-Prk5OVLhv8YtPhWgbzFy1/s1600/image042-743707.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin3gSi7ZyYOih_vXU0G_HkNNFJwJQfzpKVBG0znmBh9sPX7C9SDt6gT6b3RtBOxb8I99vP2AetXnhvaDvcR_QQNsJS_OLaL-UivdQda-b1kRtzXXR5BzuIMI-Prk5OVLhv8YtPhWgbzFy1/s320/image042-743707.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493442267665618" /></a></span></b><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:dotted windowtext 3.0pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='border:none;padding:0in'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p></div><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Gert Strydom. “As alles slegs wit voor my oe is”.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Habbekuk 3:17 se asem.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Ockie Strydom en ‘sjoe’ gaan saam. Twee ‘sjoes’ vir “Die tuin van kruip”. Ek will Romeine 1:15 gehoorsaam en daar saam met Ockie in “Modderflodder” ween todat “berusting”(19) die “aronskelk”(8) pluk. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Dan blaai ek terug na Pierre Rossouw en wees bly saam met hom met “Ons Son”, “net in lig kan jy n skadu gooi” (19).<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3i5HOuFSi_ybgQ2C0YoM8exPppfi-d3hkpHH81Cn_53PnBEXq0d_zzrPmo6VVwbbABJVq09-eKHl1-rjmBbqBgBadsJP9tVCQPfD2WfWb2uOdGFOOGEvrJC4HJxHqnogBcOTnNVRL3iA/s1600/image043-744731.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3i5HOuFSi_ybgQ2C0YoM8exPppfi-d3hkpHH81Cn_53PnBEXq0d_zzrPmo6VVwbbABJVq09-eKHl1-rjmBbqBgBadsJP9tVCQPfD2WfWb2uOdGFOOGEvrJC4HJxHqnogBcOTnNVRL3iA/s320/image043-744731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493445474778546" /></a></span></b><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Modderflodder en ons Son<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:dotted windowtext 3.0pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='border:none;padding:0in'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p></div><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>En toe was daar Lettie. Waarlik n ruiker wat in die klop van my hart geplant is. “Nuwe Horison” en “Gebed van die Bejaarde” (asook louise Venter se “Want dis Winter”) is waar drie susters nou leef. Die klanke van die ouderdom het in my kamera gaan vassteek. Dit was seer. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg293U9CACXFOSBhE_8xhHO6ERjn3X-UBB6Zgqqnua4_LNg3r9IiEwJS4qWTNalk1-fbHrd-Hr1RLN87YrFub-2w0iqlNpyOq4q8vJ2_GvwhmRnqpfBp2Y61nXwu1QZ5t0STKccwUje83h3/s1600/image044-745607.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg293U9CACXFOSBhE_8xhHO6ERjn3X-UBB6Zgqqnua4_LNg3r9IiEwJS4qWTNalk1-fbHrd-Hr1RLN87YrFub-2w0iqlNpyOq4q8vJ2_GvwhmRnqpfBp2Y61nXwu1QZ5t0STKccwUje83h3/s320/image044-745607.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493447824706018" /></a></span></b><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRHAzMmOVcqIBiARnpXX1h531fCgigog1wGXBVteTypGQqdmkB5xKPoBmgdNnAL2z42VO5MIGMFOYC_JUSw4ac10vA2juJzswMn4GT8fDhrFRyD1SpOgerT4-2U5_hxzj2D0fOr9vBnoV/s1600/image045-746585.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRHAzMmOVcqIBiARnpXX1h531fCgigog1wGXBVteTypGQqdmkB5xKPoBmgdNnAL2z42VO5MIGMFOYC_JUSw4ac10vA2juJzswMn4GT8fDhrFRyD1SpOgerT4-2U5_hxzj2D0fOr9vBnoV/s320/image045-746585.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493449096045122" /></a></span></b><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAC1lDETd1Oew-VEgj4QEv4sRjifLi-PhK1Guinv9SjC6eUygPCyMSD6A9nLyq3sj_v1BryYu_EBI2UeBmvTDyJcyAZDIAAAXnC_aK6oCgqI1qouXh85S470iUPvPsRlhQiDetWUBeiWBD/s1600/image046-748047.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAC1lDETd1Oew-VEgj4QEv4sRjifLi-PhK1Guinv9SjC6eUygPCyMSD6A9nLyq3sj_v1BryYu_EBI2UeBmvTDyJcyAZDIAAAXnC_aK6oCgqI1qouXh85S470iUPvPsRlhQiDetWUBeiWBD/s320/image046-748047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493456971002962" /></a></span></b><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Louise Venter se ‘My Gebed van Verlange’ hier uitgeleef. Hermie het in 2010 haar enigste dogter en haar kleindogter in n motor ongeluk verloor. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>My woorde val uit soos n houvrou se omgedopte handsak, Hier is die inhoud:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Die Klank van die Ouderdom<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>… en nou is daar drie. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Elke groet gebreekte kruik<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Gesalfde graf vir jou of my<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Roulette gespin, God besluit.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Dowes hoor trompet geluid.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ylZTOxnJ8FEIcDC-SgyJXGxKJgtkCqXD9t_Nu1E3Ki7j_SgfiNyrITEMKaL0MKT3UjK5qzV1uF7p20ypxG2QwbKrMZ3rqz54g2v9c1q3YkB2Y3t0kUGCCa9SQK4aS-WhYPAXeRJ4glHg/s1600/image047-749082.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ylZTOxnJ8FEIcDC-SgyJXGxKJgtkCqXD9t_Nu1E3Ki7j_SgfiNyrITEMKaL0MKT3UjK5qzV1uF7p20ypxG2QwbKrMZ3rqz54g2v9c1q3YkB2Y3t0kUGCCa9SQK4aS-WhYPAXeRJ4glHg/s320/image047-749082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493463024551650" /></a></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Gedeel deur drie die heiligheid<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Begrip in greep ons veiligheid<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Vader,Seun en heilige Gees<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Susters drie een moeder vlees.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbV9HH0Mlze81J4aU5Z0v4sEIh0eJriVcA2NxN9m-JRiceF0x12yrvZQdk8apa8qaRalRhNAtBw8lcGz7-dVBNCSKgqfQ2kHTIHDU_-1dMvd3zqhxnnJMl0wFJATTDvMrMwJvnMfxIyoo/s1600/image048-750193.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbV9HH0Mlze81J4aU5Z0v4sEIh0eJriVcA2NxN9m-JRiceF0x12yrvZQdk8apa8qaRalRhNAtBw8lcGz7-dVBNCSKgqfQ2kHTIHDU_-1dMvd3zqhxnnJMl0wFJATTDvMrMwJvnMfxIyoo/s320/image048-750193.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493466673702754" /></a></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Hande saam in boeke vat<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Rondomtalie sustertjies lag<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing> ring- a-ring- a rosy<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>drie posies<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Geskud van binne en omgedop<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Leeg gesuig van voet na kop.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>5 sintuie nou gestroop<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Nie die sesde –altyd hoop<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>minder bloed meer genade<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Iemand berei drie kamers<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>een vir jou en een vir my<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>dan’s daar drie, ons is vry.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Alles verloor om alles te wen<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>n Ewige lewe as jy Jesus ken.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>So kom die Waarheid, die Lewe<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>En die Weg. <o:p></o:p></p><div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:dotted windowtext 3.0pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='border:none;padding:0in'>Is jy reg?<o:p></o:p></p></div><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6V9IQX6nYuiBug-Zcsq2BrtaaCGqgHTzG38iH1e7aQc2soDB7rOaH17RV5KXQbnCSJ3xG7ESeDBCW8hR3hscdq_gxlsGnBhf1Va6G4D_zH9E4HfZTcSLQT2Qa-3TaTyenakfWu2DDd0P2/s1600/image049-751118.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6V9IQX6nYuiBug-Zcsq2BrtaaCGqgHTzG38iH1e7aQc2soDB7rOaH17RV5KXQbnCSJ3xG7ESeDBCW8hR3hscdq_gxlsGnBhf1Va6G4D_zH9E4HfZTcSLQT2Qa-3TaTyenakfWu2DDd0P2/s320/image049-751118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493470136213554" /></a></span></b><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Maar as hierdie susters lag … lag die hele wereld saam.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:dotted windowtext 3.0pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='border:none;padding:0in'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Dit is so, Eva Mouw, alles getuig van lewe, sterflikheid en weeropstaan. “Getuienis”.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p></div><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>En so liewe Ellen dra ek LIGSKRIF soos “Sy manteljas” net waar ek gaan. Soos jy kan sien.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ClfMcTEKVGMlYW5LHXM-SYNdcIDwnMKkNtFqgtL3VW24Qvkk2ooeE74Smy0_SXqH5Rm6g6ZkUd1A5xwAKla9Xgl1b8sTiYmaLe5QvnaF9hVhGppYn9GvKGGFUKrRWxyPcZWpoLZckcaC/s1600/image050-752234.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ClfMcTEKVGMlYW5LHXM-SYNdcIDwnMKkNtFqgtL3VW24Qvkk2ooeE74Smy0_SXqH5Rm6g6ZkUd1A5xwAKla9Xgl1b8sTiYmaLe5QvnaF9hVhGppYn9GvKGGFUKrRWxyPcZWpoLZckcaC/s320/image050-752234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493474779647266" /></a></span></b><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing style='page-break-after:avoid'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNO-e1JQD0GaqVJYRdhkLv77FNNQzpZNXR8tMaIEi8IGhxoElECCnTsuuYqJTV2ntW8Rc71_0KuvEQzJO5UsTO46Zgy3IP1wlK1cWpm8L6UUTj_dke7VbzkZXnjsqzVymYI6_9Sv-3tPQ/s1600/image051-753126.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNO-e1JQD0GaqVJYRdhkLv77FNNQzpZNXR8tMaIEi8IGhxoElECCnTsuuYqJTV2ntW8Rc71_0KuvEQzJO5UsTO46Zgy3IP1wlK1cWpm8L6UUTj_dke7VbzkZXnjsqzVymYI6_9Sv-3tPQ/s320/image051-753126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411493480679658018" /></a></span></b><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoCaption>Ligskrif maak dit lekker om te wag.<span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal>Liewe Ellen,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>So beleef ek Ligskrif. Op reis, op die strand, by die huis, enige tydjie waar ek wag . <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Toegedraai in woorde van mense wat ek not nooit ontmoet het nie. Met opgewonde herkenning van gedigte wat ek not nooit gehoor het nie; asof hulle deurgespeelde liedjies is van my verlede en hede wat nog nooit weggesit is nie.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Hier loop ek rond soos Andy Paulse se “bakhand oom in woorde ytgevat”. Geklee van kop tot tone met elke digter se woorde. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Wees asb geduldig met my gebrekkige leestekens en aanhaling ens. Ook my rekenaar will nie saamspeel met leestekens nie. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Baie Dankie vir LIgskrif, Ellen. Dit is n geskenk wat aanhou soos daardie bottomless koffie.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Baie liefde<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Glenda<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>BAIE DANKIE VIR HIERDIE KOSBARE GESKENK. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>“En nou”<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>“Op hierdie dag, een dag in tyd<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>n oomblik van u heerlikheid” <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Eva Mouw <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div> <br /><br /> <hr style='border:none; color:#909090; background-color:#B0B0B0; height: 1px; width: 99%;' /> <table style='border-collapse:collapse;border:none;'> <tr> <td style='border:none;padding:0px 15px 0px 8px'> <a href="https://www.avast.com/antivirus"> <img border=0 src="http://static.avast.com/emails/avast-mail-stamp.png" alt="Avast logo" /> </a> </td> <td> <p style='color:#3d4d5a; font-family:"Calibri","Verdana","Arial","Helvetica"; font-size:12pt;'> This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. <br><a href="https://www.avast.com/antivirus">www.avast.com</a> </p> </td> </tr> </table> <br /> Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-24740040970700862282017-04-05T21:21:00.000+02:002017-04-05T21:21:16.099+02:00IT IS TIME !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A dull morning. A dull soul. A dull walk. A dull beach.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Overcast.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lord, give me something to show Yourself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Give me something to lift me up. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There is nothing here Lord. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You are always faithful.
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Today I meet with someone and I have nothing to show her,
nothing to give to her, nothing to share. Testimonies must be daily.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My feet drag along the low tide sand. Low tide pebbles. Low tide sky.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My eye sees a piece of black velcro. I walk on. I step back
and another step back. Maybe the velcro is good and I can use it to stick down
the mat. I bent to pick it up. Something heavy comes up with it. A watch. Not
just a watch but perfect timing; a water resistant watch, untouched by the salt
and wet of the ocean. A piece of sea weed colour clings to the strap.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">What are you saying to me Father? I walk. I take photos
of my find from Jesus. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I walk there and I walk back. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then like neon letters on a bill board the words from my
mouth: IT IS TIME. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"> I repeat it 3
times. It is Time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then I see Bloemfontein and a gathering and people
calling on God. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The gathering is called IT
IS TIME. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Never mind who’s human voice God used to call His people
together. There is only one purpose; to be before a holy powerful mighty God.
To kneel before Him in repentance and call on His name; to make our South
Africa His South Africa; on earth as it is in heaven. To make every heart see Him
and bow down low before Him in obedience.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Great and mighty is He.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“He who puts his trust in Me shall possess the land And
shall inherit My holy mountain” (Isaiah 58:13).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Now therefore we are all present before God to hear all
the things commanded you by God” (Acts 10:33).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"> Yes, on the 22
April 2017, all the people will gather before God, not before any man. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“And God has appointed these in the church: first
apostles, second prophets, … (1 Corinthians 12:28).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Having then gifts differing according to the grace that
is given to us, let us use them: if prophecy, let us prophesy …” (Romans 12:6).
“As each one has received a gift, minister it to one another …” (1 Peter 4:10).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And so we hear God’s voice through His prophet and gather
as one before God. If not in person, then in spirit wherever we find ourselves.
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">May we all be of one mind: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“…that in all things God may be glorified through Jesus
Christ, to whom belong the glory and the dominion forever and ever. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Amen” (1 Peter 4:11).</span></div>
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-45496276546203456972017-01-23T19:46:00.001+02:002017-01-23T19:46:22.381+02:00Dear Christians<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#1D2129'>Dear Christians<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#1D2129'>A thing that bothers me much is the amount of Christians that send around messages that say if we type amen and send the message to 20 (or however many) people, God is going to bless us and we are going to see a miracle or something wonderful will come our way. To me this is total 'fortune telling'. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#1D2129'>I am blessed because I am a child of God through accepting Jesus Christ as my savior. By grace alone am I saved. No amount of typing 'amen' and forwarding a message is going to bring miracles into my life. My aim is to love the Lord my God with all that I am and have. Out of that I will be blessed, even when I am facing great trials, I am blessed because it is bringing me closer to my God.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#1D2129'>To be blessed by God is to be in His presence and to know that His will is being done in my life. Obedience to Him will come from the heart through Holy Spirit, and does not depend on any ritual. Please Christians, avoid this sort of thing. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#1D2129'>Don't let Television and FB or google be your God time. ‘Lock’ yourself in your inner room away from everyone, where it is you and the word of God. Learn to know God in the Bible. Let all the other outlets just be a 'by the way' thing. Whatever verses are given to you from the word, you must study what comes before it and after it and what the rest of the Bible says about it. Don't be deceived.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#1D2129'>HERE IS A VERY BIG CHALLENGE FOR YOU AND ME; no touching of our phones or computers before we have given the first fruits of our day to meeting with Jesus in the Bible. At least an half hour in the word and praying before picking up our phones. That is a real hard one. Can you do it? Give it a go and see how truly blessed you are by getting to know Jesus more and more. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#1D2129'>With much Jesus love.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#1D2129'>Glenda.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div> <br /><br /> <hr style='border:none; color:#909090; background-color:#B0B0B0; height: 1px; width: 99%;' /> <table style='border-collapse:collapse;border:none;'> <tr> <td style='border:none;padding:0px 15px 0px 8px'> <a href="https://www.avast.com/antivirus"> <img border=0 src="http://static.avast.com/emails/avast-mail-stamp.png" alt="Avast logo" /> </a> </td> <td> <p style='color:#3d4d5a; font-family:"Calibri","Verdana","Arial","Helvetica"; font-size:12pt;'> This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. <br><a href="https://www.avast.com/antivirus">www.avast.com</a> </p> </td> </tr> </table> <br /> Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-6145728633888696862017-01-16T16:00:00.001+02:002017-01-16T16:00:34.546+02:00... and I say to myself, what a wonderful world ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-59487930666203889142017-01-02T16:09:00.000+02:002017-01-02T16:09:03.455+02:00TIME IS SHORT<a href="https://vimeo.com/channels/grassroots/132763202">https://vimeo.com/channels/grassroots/132763202</a>Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-43791105481758383292016-12-31T07:57:00.000+02:002016-12-31T11:29:16.679+02:00A New Year; A Reason to Live.WHATEVER FRAME YOU LOOK THROUGH; SEE GOD IN THE PICTURE.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The last day of an old year. Just time we try to fence in.
God says one day to him is like a thousand years. One day spent with God is
better than a thousand elsewhere. Home is where His will is (Reinhard Bonnke
said that). May we be in God’s will and may His presence be in our hearts
and overflow into whatever happens. We have no idea what will happen, but
in His hand, He will take care of us. <b>One purpose in everything; to grow closer
and more intimate with God/Jesus through Holy Spirit.</b> Forever grateful for
Jesus reconciling us to God and giving us life eternal. A reason to live.</span></div>
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-59551153289022448542016-12-27T19:17:00.001+02:002016-12-28T17:54:10.114+02:00My Unusual Usual Christmas<div class="WordSection1">
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Just covering Christmas 2016 with a blanket and ready to tip-toe out and close the door until the next Christmas 2017.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It has been a pull and tag between reality and spirituality (“longing for my child” versus “I will never leave you”). Whose birthday is it anyway? The day I had the instruction to deliver gifts to Christmas day workers on the beach was the day the light of John one went on and displaced the darkness. It was my Lord’s birthday and His joy does not depend on who, what or where or with whom. His grace and His truth has no measure. Wherever the place, it is His place, and because He lives, I rejoice. Receive-and-believe, believe-and-receive umbilical cord directed by God brings the joy to my heart. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Figure 1 Gifts made up for police, metro police, law enforcement and security Christmas day workers.<br />
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<b>And then there was Boxing day.</b> <b>OUR BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Key words<b>: Family, cold wind, early.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Brighton beach is sardined with tents, children unpacking sand tools, constructing castles, youngsters kicking ball, teenagers chatting in corners, grannies wrapped in blankets, brave children bobbing in pool, breakfast preparations, friendly hello to strangers passing by. And (wait for it) … not one cell phone in sight.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Figure 2 Making Memories. I love these people<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><u><span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129;">Visit to my sister Joan. 19 Dec – 22 Dec. 2016<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129;">The best quality time ever. One of those forever memories to take with us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">laughing our heads off about nothing, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">wearing our pajamas back to front, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">calling after an ice-cream bell to stop so we could once again<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"> taste the fruit of a 'roomys karretjie' (ice- cream cart).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">On a more serious note; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">but to celebrate life while it is still inside these old containers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">Once the tent is taken down our spirits will remain together anyway<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"> and we will have eternity together. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">That is the big and the small of the weekend. Xxxx<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Figure 3 My arrival.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Figure 4 Two old ladies buying ice-cream. Joan and Glenda<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Your little body fits my
hands,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Kindred seedlings future
grand</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Growing faster past my
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Empty nest and faraway
planes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Now wrinkles in my
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fear and wonder fully
Thine</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The greatest gift and so
sublime</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Love and peace and joy for
you</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">God has promised, so it’s
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">God will bless, His love
superb.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">To Kim </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">from your mother.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">My mind, a turmoil of birthday words, laughter, tears
and celebrating happiness. All about having you, and now not having you,
but still having you. Oh those 'GPS' wings that programmed England. Oh
those plans of God that operates the 'GPS' … Today is your birthday</span></div>
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67 years old and still 'dancing' Lol</h3>
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Hoop, hoop, I did it; 67 years old and I danced my way through a 60th hippie birthday bash. And was I carried away on a stretcher? Not a chance. Just maybe ... I can still dance for my Lord. </h4>
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<br />Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-37356272410402837892016-10-10T16:48:00.000+02:002016-11-09T15:28:06.393+02:00United States presidential election."Praise the name of God<br />
Forever and ever,<br />
for He has all wisdom and <br />
power.<br />
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<b>He controls the course of</b><br />
<b>world events;</b><br />
<b>He removes kings and sets up</b><br />
<b>other kings.</b><br />
He gives wisdom to the wise<br />
and knowledge to the scholars" (Daniel 2:20-21).<br />
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"I looked for someone among them who would build up the wall and stand before Me in the gap on behalf of the land so I would not have to destroy it, but I found no one" (Ezekiel 22:30).Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-46192099859139630692016-07-02T07:35:00.001+02:002016-07-02T07:35:38.634+02:00BREXIT (personal)<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>BREXIT </span><span style='font-size:10.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Peter’s (my husband’s) antibodies voted exit. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Like the EU mat ripped out under his chemo stuffed body, <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>we now see a wound as big as a ballot box that can house the whole of the Scottish population -<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>it started off as a little boil – the wound, not Scotland.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>And now gout! That leaves him with not a leg to stand on.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>And the carer (that’s me): falls down like the pound with the house of parliament going on between her ears. </span><span lang=EN style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo.</span><span style='font-size:14.0pt'> Big name, they call it, just commonly known as vertigo.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>With both the patient and the carer sitting back to back to the age 70, they hang on like Jeremy Corbyn. Unlike Jeremy Corbyn they speak out: “Yet, I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The LORD God is my strength, He will make my feet like deer’s feet, and He will make me walk on my high hills.” Habakkuk 3:18-19.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>You see, we know something England does not know; “For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us” (Romans 8:18).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>You want to know how we are doing? We are doing 2 Chronicles 20! Go see for yourself and be amazed! Do it with me. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Take heed England! Take heed South Africa! Take heed world! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>“Now listen! Today I am giving you a choice between life and death, between prosperity and disaster; for I command you this day to love the LORD your God and to keep His commands, degrees and regulations by walking in His ways” (Deuteronomy 30:15-16).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Here is my invitation to you:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>“So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive His mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most” (Hebrews 4:16).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><span style='font-size:14.0pt'>Oh how He loves You.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div> <br /><br /> <hr style='border:none; color:#909090; background-color:#B0B0B0; height: 1px; width: 99%;' /> <table style='border-collapse:collapse;border:none;'> <tr> <td style='border:none;padding:0px 15px 0px 8px'> <a href="https://www.avast.com/sig-email?utm_medium=email&utm_source=link&utm_campaign=sig-email&utm_content=emailclient"> <img border=0 src="http://static.avast.com/emails/avast-mail-stamp.png" alt="Avast logo" /> </a> </td> <td> <p style='color:#3d4d5a; font-family:"Calibri","Verdana","Arial","Helvetica"; font-size:12pt;'> This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. <br><a href="https://www.avast.com/sig-email?utm_medium=email&utm_source=link&utm_campaign=sig-email&utm_content=emailclient">www.avast.com</a> </p> </td> </tr> </table> <br /> Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-40072366832920343912016-06-21T18:28:00.000+02:002016-06-22T08:34:51.098+02:00My Testimony My life story!<div class="WordSection1">
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Plead with couples: Embrace God through Jesus! Imagine if my mom and dad had Jesus sitting at our dinner table! Not spirituality or New Age – but the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ who died and rose and who says “I am the way the truth and the life. No one come to the Father except through Me.” John 14:6<o:p></o:p></div>
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Here the wheels came off the bus. My mother runs off with another man and the kids are scattered. The stepfather wanted only me… until after the abuse and then off to the orphanage to meet up with my sister Joan.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was number 16 on arrival in the orphanage. The saddest day when my mother, little new brother and stepfather came to visit and I was not allowed to go with them. I scratched deep grooves into my face as I turned into pain. If only I had known God then, I would have known that His plans are good plans.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Happy day: I was born in 1949 and I was number 16 in the orphanage: Isaiah 49:16 tells me that my name is written on the palms of God’s hands. Amen. The grace followed me all the days of my life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A vision at Easter that set me free. Jesus was on the cross. Jesus beckoned me to leave my seat and join Him on the cross. I walked forward in the spirit. I climbed up. I turned and sunk into his body, hanging there with him. I saw the crowd below. Screaming insults and disgust in their faces. They were a sad mob. I felt the love of my Lord for them. Then I saw him in the crowd! My stepfather. The one who sexually abused me. I saw him. Jesus saw him. Jesus spoke. Forgive them for they know not what they are doing. My heart became love. The blood of Jesus was like a light covering my stepfather. I cried for him. I loved him. I forgave him. I was free. The tomb was empty. The bandages were removed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My very first work: I danced at a discotheque in Hillbrow and was offered a job as a go-go dancer. Blame it on my little brother. He collected snakes. (Want to know what happened to my very first snake? My spine crushed the spineless creature. I was mortified. Never loved snake but it sure worked for business. My last snake was left in London. I don’t know if it ended up as a handbag or continued to dance along other ladies. My act did not need it anymore; my boss said my dancing outshined Oupa. I never could drive a car up to the age of 32. The pram was my practical transport when running to work 3 blocks away from where I lived. The basket was home to my very first snake. Later I needed a sleeping bag to pull it around.<o:p></o:p></div>
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America! It was a brothel! I washed the oil out of my hair all night long so as not to go and mix with customers. God protected me. The owner took pity on me and let me off the hook. He sent me home. It could have been the end of me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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At home I did up to 5 shows a night. One organiser fetched me from the previous show and the last show had to take me home. Never did any one touch me, always treated with respect. Answer to prayers of my foster parents.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Skeleton outfit: I was ordered thrown in jail for the night for public indecency when stripping to the ‘bone’ in the ultra violet light. The police were really losing the plot. Of course the case had to be thrown out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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How very painful is a divorce! If only I had been back with God! God said we cannot be unequally yoked. (2 Cor. 6:14.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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“People ruin their lives by their own foolishness and then are angry with the LORD” (Proverbs 1:31)<o:p></o:p></div>
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God knows individuals. God knows me. When my child went off the track; I knew God. I remembered the creator. My love was going nowhere, I wanted power from above. This child is my blessing. She is now a speech therapist in a school for autistic children in London. God’s mercy is new every morning. Kimmie loves Jesus too. What more can a mother ask for.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Started going to Bible study. Met Eliza. Hungry for God!!!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tent Life truly begun when that ‘pole’ that held my Lord was holding my sins. Do you see that tent? I was thrown out of there. The devil was very angry about the plans God had for me. I was praying for some teens and the organizer said he knows who I was and his ‘body guards’ threw me out. Well pushed me to my car. I was shocked. But Jesus said if they hate Him they will hate us.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Eliza and me working for Jesus. Puppet shows, concerts, delivering salvation pamphlets. Whatever God was putting in our hearts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br />Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-56482777402054383292016-06-19T18:43:00.001+02:002016-06-19T18:43:30.320+02:00IMAGINE IF I HAD BEEN STONED TO DEATH WHILE I WAS YET A STRIPPER? People, Put Down those Stones! (The Orlando killing comes to mind.)<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>This morning as I was reading John 8:1-11 </span><span style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>(Please note, this is my very private quite time in the Word of God. This is how God and I talk to each other. He is very real to me.)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#5E5E5E;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>(The black writing is from the Bible. </span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:navy;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>The blue writing is me talking to Jesus</span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>.)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#5E5E5E;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><b><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>JOHN 8</span></b><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#5E5E5E;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>A Woman Caught in Adultery</span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#5E5E5E;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><sup><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>1</span></sup></i><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'> Jesus returned to the Mount of Olives, <sup>2</sup>but early the next morning He was back again at the Temple.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Jesus, you loved the mountains to meet with Father God.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'> A crowd soon gathered, and He sat down and taught them.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Coming from that mountain experience with Father, You must have been overflowing with that living water. I know, on Sundays when I went to teach the children, You overflowed me; You love them so much. And me too, You love me so much. Thank You Jesus, Thank You Father, Thank You Holy Spirit.</span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#5E5E5E;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><sup><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>3</span></sup></i><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>As He was speaking, the teachers of religious law and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in the act of adultery. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>They put her in front of the crowd.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>“You are seeing things merely from a human point of view, not from God’s” (Matthew 16:23).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><sup><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>4</span></sup></i><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>”Teacher”, they said to Jesus, “this woman was caught in the act of adultery. <sup>5</sup>The law of Moses says to stone her.</span></i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#5E5E5E;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Oh, Jesus, imagine if they had stoned me when I was a stripper. Oh, Jesus, they did not see the plans You had for me. Oh my Lord and my God, my heart breaks for the gay people who died in Orlando. Oh my Daddy, implant Yourself in the hearts of those who live. Thank You for saving them. O my Daddy, comfort the families with Your truth and love, and bring them into Your fold. You are a God of mercy and restoration. Show the world what good You bring out of a terrible situation.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>And the killer, Father? Stand before him. Write in the sand, my Jesus. Oh Father, You know where this man comes from. Use what You use to get through to every sinner. Give this man Jesus! Oh, Lord, set him free. I pray in Jesus name. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>“Does not my word burn like fire?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Says the LORD<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Is it not like a mighty hammer<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>That smashes a rock to pieces?” ( Jeremiah 23:29)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>What do you say?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>What does Jesus say? Nothing!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><sup><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>6</span></sup></i><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>They were trying to trap Him into saying something they could use against Him,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>So what does Jesus do? </span><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>but Jesus stooped down and wrote in the dust with His finger.</span></i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Jesus writing the word in the dust. The word like fire and a hammer? <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>“God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but to save the world through Him” (John 1:17). <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>“Go and sin no more.” “Let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone!”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Repent and turn… forgive 70x7 … turn the other cheek… love your enemy …<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#0070C0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><sup><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>7</span></sup></i><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>They kept demanding an answer</span></i><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#5E5E5E;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>, </span></i><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>so He stood up again and said, “All right, but let the one who had never sinned throw the first stone!” <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Let the one who had never sinned throw the first stone!</span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#5E5E5E;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><sup><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>8</span></sup><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Then He stooped down again and wrote in the dust.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Jesus, Genesis 2:7 says “And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground </span><span style='color:#00B0F0'>and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life: and man became a living soul.” </span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'> Write Your word in my heart. Let all that I do and say and pray be a testimony to Your glory and grace and love. </span><span style='color:#00B0F0'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><sup><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>9</span></sup></i><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>When the accusers heard this, they slipped away one by one, beginning with the oldest, until only Jesus was left in the middle of the crowd with the woman.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>It is between You, Jesus, and the sinner. This is where I want to bring people through my prayers - just You and the individual. Don’t let me judge anyone, but let me put them at your feet where you can love them into your perfect will.</span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>10Then Jesus stood up again <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Jesus was stooping down, kneeling before the woman who was to be stoned.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'> “The greatest among you will be your servant” (Matthew 23:11).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Jesus interceding for us by the Father.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>“Don’t be afraid of those who want to kill your body; they cannot touch your soul. Fear only God, who can destroy both soul and body in hell” (Matthew 10:28).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>“The Lord is my helper, so I will have no fear. What can mere people do to me?” Hebrews 13:6<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#00B0F0;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>11”No Lord,” she said.</span></i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#5E5E5E;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt;background:white'><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";color:#333333;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>And Jesus said, “Neither do I. Go and sin no more.”</span></i><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";color:#5E5E5E;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='color:#00B0F0'>“GO AND SIN NO MORE.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='color:#00B0F0'>This is TAKE TWO of John 8:1-11 , Take one was when I had read it two years ago. See how the Word of God is always new every time you read it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='color:#00B0F0'>TAKE ONE: <a href="http://glendakempharper.blogspot.co.za/2014/05/i-want-to-share-with-somebody-my-quiet.html">http://glendakempharper.blogspot.co.za/2014/05/i-want-to-share-with-somebody-my-quiet.html</a> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='color:#00B0F0'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='color:#00B0F0'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div> <br /><br /> <hr style='border:none; color:#909090; background-color:#B0B0B0; height: 1px; width: 99%;' /> <table style='border-collapse:collapse;border:none;'> <tr> <td style='border:none;padding:0px 15px 0px 8px'> <a href="https://www.avast.com/sig-email?utm_medium=email&utm_source=link&utm_campaign=sig-email&utm_content=emailclient"> <img border=0 src="http://static.avast.com/emails/avast-mail-stamp.png" alt="Avast logo" /> </a> </td> <td> <p style='color:#3d4d5a; font-family:"Calibri","Verdana","Arial","Helvetica"; font-size:12pt;'> This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. <br><a href="https://www.avast.com/sig-email?utm_medium=email&utm_source=link&utm_campaign=sig-email&utm_content=emailclient">www.avast.com</a> </p> </td> </tr> </table> <br /> Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-4639289387096057592016-06-08T11:51:00.001+02:002016-06-09T10:31:56.940+02:00There are some big churches doing the strangest things and behaving like worldly clubs? <div class="WordSection1">
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<b>Copied from Joy magazine June 2016 “Ask Val” Pg. 56<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<span style="color: red;">There are some big churches doing the strangest things and behaving like worldly clubs? Is it right to feel uneasy, or should I just accept that God leads different churches in different ways?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Many things have happened in the history of the Church throughout its generations that have confused people. Some have been good and some have been bad, and people have always had difficulty assessing them at the time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Glenda Kemp-Harperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13464903826018436129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527884433995612545.post-52416835651215254502016-06-03T15:58:00.001+02:002016-06-17T15:28:58.057+02:00So Loud, I Missed the Message.<div class="WordSection1">
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For those who know me, I find God in the ‘still small voice’. Today I was a visitor among those who find him in ‘Thunder and lightning’. For those who know me, My Fathers grace is new every morning and I gulp up the manna from the word and indulge in His love. For those who know me, you will know my utter surprise when a lady pulled me out of the congregation and with her arm around my waist, pulled me forward to be in line with those who are making their first commitment to accept Christ as their saviour. I tried to tell her I was totally sold out to my Lord, but the band was too loud to hear anything. I looked down the line of new committers and there in the centre stood one of the homeless, addicted bush dwellers I had ministered to in the past. (Police line-up came to mind.) This is the part where you wake up in a dream. I did not wake up. “Lord, what are you trying to tell me?” We were ushered out of the big tent into a smaller tent to receive our first instructions. The atmosphere was very sombre and no one was smiling. I stepped out of line, over a barrier and straight to my car. Obscurity at last; that was the reason I was there … to be obscure. (See ‘small print’ at end of page,)<o:p></o:p></div>
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That night I opened a sermon on youtube which was laid heavily on a friend’s heart for me. To my total amazement, it was the same message I received at the noisy church. This time it was spoken without screaming or bouncing and my grateful heart met with a loving God that double checked that I heard 1 Samuel 30. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Seated in heaven sealed with His ring.<o:p></o:p></div>
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To live now forever come walk here with me<o:p></o:p></div>
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Make Jesus your Saviour and dance by the sea.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><u>Bethesda<o:p></o:p></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Ankles anchored in front line waves<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">eyes mesmerised, by<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Niagara caves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">My soul in the water emerged. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">each wave to my God subside</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Not haphazard, moon hypnotised<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Arms splash up in praise</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><o:p><span style="font-family: "calibri";">The rhythm of the day, </span><br /><span style="font-family: "calibri";">God’s hands shaping clay.</span></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> T</span></o:p><span style="font-family: "calibri";">his book called the sea, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">the Bible and me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Same Book, new story, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">from glory to glory</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Lankal vir my uitgekies</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">‘n koel oggend luggie proe aan my wang</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Voor -strale groete van God opgevang.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Splinternuwe liefde, genade ontplof<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dis God in sy Eerste, O kniee gee
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Before my congretation.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I know when you look at me you see nakedness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">(Open their eyes to see Your garment, Jesus.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I see that stone in your hand. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Drop it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Walk a path where there are no stones to pick up. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Stop judging.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Look, the sun is as round as your stone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Take the Son in your hand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Shoot from the hip.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Jacobs hip.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Bleed light, bleed healing, bleed glory, bleed Jesus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Kill egos, kill self.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Make a difference.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Jesus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Jesus forgives me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Not for my stripping </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">(that is done years ago.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">New sins New beginnings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Every day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Jesus loves me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">A sunrise just hit me, birds flock in my eye</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Clouds and the whale, one breath in the sky.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Enormous wonders and only God’s sound</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">A cocktail on overload</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Sold out surrendered embraced.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Sunrise.</span></div>
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A Picture of Us (1982)</h3>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Your little body fits my hands,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Kindred seedlings future grand</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Growing faster past my brain</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Empty nest and faraway planes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Now wrinkles in my hands<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hold</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">years of love in golden old</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fear and wonder fully Thine</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The greatest gift and so sublime</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Love and peace and joy for you</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">God has promised, so it’s true.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Happy birthday<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>final word</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">God will bless, His love superb.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">To Kim </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">from your mother.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Glenda Harper.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>AFRIKAANS EN EK</u></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Fynpoot kaal voetjies</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Taal helder klokkies</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">En rinkhals patat</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Gebore plat Anna</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Ontmoet toe die prins</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">So stotter vaal dans</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Omarm sy wind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Wat ek hier se: My wortels kom uit daar waar Afrikaans plat
en ongewas is. Eers op die ouderdom van 16 is die deur oopgemaak, en vir die
eerste keer ontmoet ek hierdie pragtige prins met die mond vol goud. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Gedigte en
boeke is toe waar jy my sal vind. Hoog op die takke lees hardop vir die wind. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">(En toe trou ek Engels en die wiele val af- tot baie later
deur fb se blad.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">n Skaam ope liefde is
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">So hier op my komper, verlief op die taal, verflenterde
kaalvoet klonkie,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">verberg agter n rekenaar. </span><br />
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LITTER<br />
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People passing spilled their guts,</div>
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Speaking trash that made their cut. </div>
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All this rubbish, what a shame</div>
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Alcohol bottles left their stain, </div>
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It’s this country, shoot it down,</div>
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I am spotless
watch my crown.</div>
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I was there the day before</div>
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Seeing Jesus’ handle door.</div>
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Saw these people find escape</div>
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Blind to truth and Jesus’ drapes.</div>
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Prayed their hand the bottle miss</div>
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Grip the handle to perfect bliss.</div>
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Then with Jesus there to dine </div>
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Washed away litter, story sublime.</div>
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No one set them litter free</div>
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If no one tells them how can they be?</div>
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Jesus send me this I know</div>
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My sign says God bless you</div>
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let the
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Read between the lines I pray</div>
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Jesus loves you He’s the way.</div>
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Don’t complain, do something! So I did something. No one
taught these people not to litter! No one taught me how not to litter with my
punctuation and grammar! Come on, back off with accusations and slander that is
cruel, give us a lesson of love on how
to apply this rule. So this aunty in her state, brought forth words to which I
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“Dear celebrators,</div>
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A very good day and greetings to you.</div>
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Just a friendly request; please remember to use the
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May you greatly enjoy your festivities.</div>
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God bless you.</div>
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Much love from a fellow beach lover.</div>
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Aunty Glenda.”</div>
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