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Corrie ten Boom (1892–1983) was a World War II concentration camp survivor and Christian who became a popular speaker around the world. Thousands attended her meetings as she talked about how she had learned to forgive her captors just as Christ had forgiven her sins.
After each meeting, people surrounded her and heaped accolades on her for her godly qualities and thanked her for encouraging them in their walk with the Lord. Corrie said she would then return to her hotel room, get down on her knees, and present those compliments in thanks to God. She called it giving God “a bouquet of praise.”
The Lord has given each of us gifts to use to minister to one another (1 Peter 4:10) so that “in all things God may be glorified through Jesus Christ, to whom belong the glory and the dominion forever and ever” (v.11). We have nothing to offer others that we have not first received from the Lord (1 Cor. 4:7), so the glory does belong to Him.
To learn humility, perhaps we could follow Corrie’s example. If we receive a compliment for something we’ve said or done, let’s privately give a bouquet of praise to God for the glory He alone deserves.
Breathtaking, Megs! God bless YOU! (((hugs)))
Thank you for your wonderful opening and words, Meg. I am going to Addyson’s birthday party so I am going to start getting ready to go. I posted ASAP ‘cause I knew I was leaving.
Have a wonderful, beautiful day, Meg & FRiends.
~Psalm 36~
7 How excellent [is] thy lovingkindness, O God!
Therefore the children of men put their trust
under the shadow of thy wings.
8 They shall be abundantly satisfied
with the fatness of thy house;
and thou shalt make them drink
of the river of thy pleasures.
Good Blessed Sunday morning, Meg! Wonderful opening! Thank you very much!
(((((((Hugs to All FRiends!)))))))
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Enjoy your lunch and nap!
Have a great Sunday!
Once a jolly swagman camped beside a billabong,
Under the shade of a Kulabah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited til his billie boiled
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he watched and waited til his billie boiled
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
He saw Ms Meg standing behind the bar so he walked over and greeted her with: "Buenas nachmittag, Senora Meg. Comment ça va?"
Meg didn't look up from what she was doing and gave no indication that she was even aware of his presence.
"Looks like I'm being shunned", fewz says to himself, "Wonder what I did"?
Fews sees Ms jaycee and Ms yorkie seated at a table engaged in lively conversation so he ambles over to see if they knew why Ms Meg was mad at him.
"How are you ladies doing today?" No response. No acknowledgement of his presence at all. "Is everybody shunning me?" Still no response at all.
Could he be having a NDE, fewz wondered. He didn't recall dying and leaving his body. But it was obvious to the most casual observer that, while he could see the folks on Amy's Place, they couldn't see him. Then he heard it. Ever so faintly at first. He recognized the melody as the volume increased. So that's what was taking place. That's why no one could see or hear him.
Beautiful, Meg. Thank you for the beauty that you bring to Amy’s.
Your Sunday Opening and posts are always special.
