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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

He's Busy Rearranging


He's Busy Rearranging 


Praise the Lord,  God loves you and God loves me.
 He has a purpose for eternity.
 I believed, I received, by His grace;
He made a way and now I'm saved.

My God  is busy rearranging me;
Into the person  he wants me to be.
He's finishing the work he has begun;
Conforming  me  into the image of His Son.

When we trusted in Christ, we saw the light;
And In Jesus we have eternal life.
He paid the price for our sin with His blood;
Because Calvary was all about love.

He's busy rearranging you and me;
He's rearranging, doing the changing.
He has a plan and purpose for each one;
That our lives may glorify His Son.

When we obey, follow the narrow way;
And praise Him for each and every day.
He will lead through paths of righteousness.
By still waters we'll know His graciousness.

He will restore us,  He will uphold us;
Because His mercy is continuous.
His blessings reside again and again;
Upon all those, that put their trust in Him.

When we trusted in Christ, we saw the light;
And In Jesus we have eternal life.
He paid the price for our sin with His blood;
Because Calvary was all about love.

He's busy rearranging you and me;
He's rearranging, doing the changing.
He has a plan and purpose for each one;
That our lives may glorify His Son.

Susan Y. Nikitenko
September 22nd, 2015
Song

 Romans 8:29
For whom he did foreknow, he also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brethren.

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Friday, February 17, 2012

His Reflection - Poem Poster -


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Monday, January 9, 2012

Trash into Treasure


 


Trash into Treasure
By: Susan Y Nikitenko 2009 - revised 2012

Toilet paper rolls,
Jugs and tin cans,
Canisters, shoe boxes,
Old pots and pans;

Trash into treasure;
Old sock with a hole,
Transforming junk;
Into treasure my goal.

Crafting is something;
I really love dear.
Saved so much money;
Year after year.

Making something from nothing;
A really fun game.
Transforming it;
It’s never the same.

Some people buy it.
They think, it’s so great.
I’ve always gone green. 
They’re coming in late.

Our Father in heaven;
Created this world.
Made something, from nothing;
Because He is Lord.

Nothing but junk;
While we lingered in sin,
‘Til, Jesus saved us;
and He entered in.

Turning trash into treasure,
Transforming with power,
He’s always conforming;
Each moment, each hour.

Without Him we’re nothing;
And lost in our sin
I’m no longer trash;
But I’m treasure in Him.

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Saturday, September 3, 2011

Sometimes - By: S Nikitenko

Treasure Box ~ Trusting God Through Hardship


Sometimes

Sometimes joy’s river ceases to flow.
Sometimes dark clouds, loom down long and low.
Sometimes great storms, hold back the sun.
Sometimes you just want to hide or run.

Look onward to our heavenly home.
Remember His promise, you’re not alone.
Fly like a bird, on the winds of His grace.
Find sweet assurance in His embrace.

Sometimes life’s pains are hard to bare.
Sometimes our heart, groans deep in despair.
Sometimes shadows of death pass by.
Sometimes alone, we cry out, Why?

Take the hand of God’s merciful love;
Who calms the sea and sent His Dove.
The God of all that lives and breaths;
Who made the rocks, the winds, the seas,

Will lead you through your darkest night,
Will help you through the terrible fight.
He’ll hold you up and you will stand.
He’ll lead you through, hold tight His hand.

And as the rains and storm winds blow;
The peace of God will ease pains flow.
Hold fast to faith, the shield of power;
And know your God wants you to flower.

Sometimes, the greatest fruitful child;
Has suffered through the greatest test.
And though the pain takes time to heal;
Remember Child, God’s love is real.

All night will shine like a new day;
When storm clouds lift and drift away.
Through parting clouds light will appear;
Our God will ease our ev'ry fear.

His loving touch will brush our tears;
And heal all pain, from worldly years.
Forevermore sweet smiles will shine;
And all our cares be left behind.


                                                         By: Susan Y Nikitenko  2009






The Butterfly
A man found a cocoon for a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and could go no farther. Then the man decided to help the butterfly.
He took a pair of scissors and snipped the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily.
Something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed wings. It was never able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand, was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the small opening of the cocoon are God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.
If God allowed us to go through all our life without any obstacles, that would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.
Not only that, we could never fly.
Unknown Author


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Saturday, April 2, 2011

Just Another Reason


Just Another Reason

By: Susan Y Nikitenko     January 18th 2011


Every day I find a reason;
A reason to give you praise.
You're amazing, you are wonderful;
You bless us day after day.

Your blessings arise each morning;
And linger night after night.
Just knowing that you love me so;
I know things will be alright.

You hold our hand through the storms of life;
Even when we cannot see.
Where the storm winds will carry us;
I know, dear Lord, that you can see.

Just another reason to praise you;
Just another reason to love you.
Just another reason to obey;
And to express my love ev'ry day.

I love you... Help me love you more;
I love you...I so love you.
I love you....because you first loved me;
I love you ....I truly do.

You hold our hearts in your hand , Lord;
You see our faults and we're frail.
Just keep on changing us more, Lord;
You're strength will help us prevail.

Just another reason to praise you;
Just another reason to love you.
Just another reason to obey;
And to express my love ev'ry day.

I love you... Help me love you more;
I love you...I so love you.
I love you....because you first loved me;
I love you ....I truly do.




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