The comforter which is the Holy Ghost whom the Father will send in my name he shall teach you all things and bring all things to your rememberance, whatsoever I have said unto you. John14:26               
My tranquil place:" Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid .John 14:27

                   
The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
Psalm 27:1
Lay not up for yourselves treasures on earth...........................................
..Matt. 6:19
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven. Matt. 6:20

Story time with my Dad

Some lessons are learned from books
some are from life experiences and
others from story times with wonderful
loving parents:
 Papa please tell me a story:  There was a man that thought life was hopeless. He had nothing left to live for. In his moment of despair, he looked and all he had was a ripe banana. OK,  he said, "I am going to climb up a tree with a rope, eat my banana and hang myself from the tree."  and so he did. I said no, papa no!. My dad laughed and said, I did not let him finish the story. Puzzled, I wondered what else is there.  Then he said he did eat the banana. Then dropped the peel from the tree. But as he sat there pondering what is the best way to get his act done. Another man passed by under the tree and picked up the peel and started to eat from it.  So the man in the tree changed his mind and got down from the tree. He thought," there is someone worse than I." So he decided not to take his own life. 
So the moral of the story is may I have your banana, just kidding.
So the moral of the story is, that even though we feel like giving up, there is always someone worse that you and if they are going on, so can you. Do not give up.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
[Added by the compilers of Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern]
To Christ, who won for sinners grace
By bitter grief and anguish sore,
Be praise from all the ransomed race
Forever and forevermore.

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