Faith Quotes - Page 38

You know better than anyone that nothing lasts. Nothing good. Nothing bad. Everything lives. Everything dies. Sometimes cities just fall into the sea. It's not a tragedy, that's just the way it is. People look around them and see the world and say this is how the world is supposed to be. Then they fight to keep it that way. They believe that this is what was intended - whether by design or cosmic accident - and that everything exists in a tenuous balance that must be preserved. But the balance is bullshit. The only thing constant in this world is the speed at which things change. Rain falls, waters rise, shorelines erode. What is one day magnificent seaside property in ancient Greece is the next resting thirty feet below the surface. Islands rise from the sea and continents crack and part ways forever. What was once a verdant forest teeming with life is now resting one thousand feet beneath a sheet of ice in Antarctica; what was once a glorious church now rests at the bottom of a dammed-up lake in Kansas. The job of nature is to march on and keep things going; ours is to look around, appreciate it, and wonder what's next?

C. Robert Cargill

Stop comparing yourself to others. You have your own race to run. Finish well.<3

Abundant grace, mighty power of God.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Our job on earth isn't to criticize, reject, or judge. Our purpose is to offer a helping hand, compassion, and mercy. We are to do unto others as we hope they would do unto us.

Today, I challenge you to pay it forward. You don't need to save a village—only one lost soul. Be the reflection of Christ and shine His light. The cost is little, but the reward is rich.

If you are enduring a cold season, don't underestimate Christ can plant you right where you are at no matter how dirty, beat up, or worthless you may feel. Rest assured, He has strategically placed you in the precise place on earth for such a time as this.

Never give up. May hope be your anchor.

Lailah Gifty Akita

We endure hardships by God’s grace.

Lailah Gifty Akita

We can all produce good fruits with fertile soil.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Life is a great wonder.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Imagine a world full of love.

Lailah Gifty Akita

We can achieve our goals either by human effort or by the power of God. The dependence on God’s power is the best choice.

Lailah Gifty Akita

I am a child of God.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Timeless resources exist, if you will ask the Creator.

Lailah Gifty Akita

You can pursue your dreams by grace.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The wonder of life is heart of gratitude.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Women are the beauties of life.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Every breath is a sacred life.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Faith is blossom garden.

Lailah Gifty Akita

O Lord, Thy Word, revive my soul.

Lailah Gifty Akita

You ought to move onwards!

Lailah Gifty Akita

May the Lord be your redeemer.

Lailah Gifty Akita

I am grateful to the Lord for hundred-fold blessings.

Lailah Gifty Akita

You are capable of good deeds.

Lailah Gifty Akita

What you dream of, you will possess.

Lailah Gifty Akita

To wake up each morning is a blessed gift.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Keep trying! You will succeed at the sacred time.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Life is unexchangeable grace.

Lailah Gifty Akita

God is a divine.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Hope is a strong encouragement.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Magnificent God.Mighty God.Merciful God.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Pray about everything you want.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Without adversity, we will fail to exercise our faith.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Lailah Gifty Akita

Love is the greatest self.

Lailah Gifty Akita

You are not what your critics say you are. You are wonderful sacred-soul.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Spirituality is the soul of the spirit.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Relax and Recreate yourself!

Lailah Gifty Akita

All seasons are beautifully filled with splendid wonders.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Every small good deed counts.

Lailah Gifty Akita

A willing spirit is divine-being.

Lailah Gifty Akita

I wish you a blessed Christmas and a wonderful New Year.

Lailah Gifty Akita

We can flourish and be fruitful by God’s grace.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The pursuit of a greater self is a holy-being.

Lailah Gifty Akita

I set a high standard for myself.

Lailah Gifty Akita

You are my angel.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The greatest grace is the sacred life of a fulfilled dream.

Lailah Gifty Akita

There is good in every year.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Faith is a belief in divine God.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Faith is a confident hope.

Lailah Gifty Akita

We need new ideas and new creativities to help address contemporary issues.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Why is hard to believe than to doubt?

Lailah Gifty Akita

People will say anything, especially if they think it's what you want to hear. What we do is what matters. The proof of words is in actions.

Rev. Whitney Wilkinson

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.

Aberjhani

Grief is a stern teacher, but I am confident I could not have learned some lessons in any other way. For that, I am grateful. Grateful to God for loving me enough to stretch me and push me and crush me, to refine me in the furnace of affliction, to force me to stretch my faith beyond what I could see. God loves me more than I can possible comprehend. He watches over me. He watches over all of us. But if the way were easy, how could we grow into who He wants us to be? How could our faith become unshakable?

Jennifer Beckstrand

At Abraham's burial, his two most prominent sons, rivals since before they were born, estranged since childhood, scions of rival nations, come together for the first time since they were rent apart nearly three-quarters of a century earlier. The text reports their union nearly without comment. "His sons Isaac and Ishmael buried him in the cave of Machpelah, in the field of Ephron son of Zohar the Hittite, facing Mamre, in the field that Abraham had bought from the Hittites." But the meaning of this moment cannot be diminished. Abraham achieves in death what he could never achieve in life: a moment of reconciliation between his two sons, a peaceful, communal, side-by-side flicker of possibility in which they are not rivals, scions, warriors, adversaries, children, Jews, Christians, or Muslims. They are brothers. They are mourners. In a sense they are us, forever weeping for the loss of our common father, shuffling through our bitter memories, reclaiming our childlike expectations, laughing, sobbing, furious and full of dreams, wondering about our orphaned future, and demanding the answers we all crave to hear: What did you want from me, Father? What did you leave me with, Father? And what do I do now?

The times might be unpleasant, repulsive. The ghastly chaos, the abhorrent uncivility might be intolerable, might force us into argument or leave us panic-stricken.On such occasions people build within themselves a conviction, that the world outside is diabolical. The whimsical insults test our level of endurance causing us to plead for mercy, wanting us to be pitied than exploited and victimized. Often this grief and shame form a delusion within us that there no longer exists good in this world, that good people are fictitious and that goodness has lost its definition altogether. But such is not true because there are still people who are virtuous, unselfish, willing to help and possessing the ability of restoring our faith in humanity, to disregard them, their presence would be as heinous as the deeds of the people who are unlike them. The times might be unpleasant, repulsive but we’ll come out it, unharmed and liberated.

Chirag Tulsiani

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

Aberjhani

There is greater clarity in the still waters of sadness, something not found in the babbling brooks of more sought after emotions.

I held back from seeing Jacob much during those weeks. He wanted only his mother, and I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing him like that. I stopped by to pick up his siblings and take them away, but I rarely went inside the house. After several days of this, I knew I must face the sight that my daughter faced daily. Inside, I approached the couch tentatively.Would I upset him? A few times when I had visited, he’d hidden his facein a blanket. I reached out hesitantly, touching his thin arm, the skin hot and dry as paper. He didn’t move, but I could see the rise and fall of his swollen chest. Suddenly, my legs gave way, and I dropped to my knees in front of the grandson that I loved so dearly. My hand shook as I lifted it to his soft, fuzzy head. I felt as though I was in the presence of someone very holy.“I love you,” I whispered, and when he didn’t respond, an even softer whisper, “Tell Grandpa that I love him and miss him.” And then, with a groan, “Dear God, don’t let him suffer.

Mary Potter Kenyon

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