Nahum 1:7 The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble;
and he knoweth them that trust in him.
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Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts
Saturday, May 14, 2022
My Precious Mother My Precious Friend
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
Daddy and Me - Audio Added
For some reason, this is the first time my Audio does not show up on my phone.
It shows on my computer but not my phone. Why is my audio not being shown but it has shown up every other time?
Saturday, March 21, 2020
Jesus Is Our Stay (Song)
This audio is just to show you this song can be sung.
2 Samual 22:19
They prevented me in the day of my calamity: but the LORD was my stay.
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Wednesday, March 6, 2019
I'm Just Sending My Love
I'm Just Sending My Love
He said, "Be glad, please don't be sad. "
He was our son, our little boy.
He is laughing, he is leaping.
He is rejoicing, with great joy.
He ran to the arms of Jesus.
He is ecstatic there to see;
All the things that He has heard of:
They're more amazing than he dreamed.
Heaven greeted him with a smile;
No more pain and no more sorrow.
He doesn't have to worry now.
What's going to happen tomorrow.
Instead of fret, there is praising.
Instead of grief, there is much peace.
Instead of tears, there is singing.
As he stands by the crystal sea.
He just wants to be with Jesus:
The angels are taking last place.
He's sitting right there by his side.
With shining light upon his face.
One day I will see you again;
In heaven's great land in the sky.
I don't have to cry anymore;
Because good-bye is not good-bye.
One day I will see you again;
In heavenly places above.
My precious son, my precious son.
Right now, I'm just sending my love.
Susan Y Nikitenko
Thinking of You
March 6th, 2019
Revelations 4:6 And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne,
Revelations 22:1 And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.
Revelations 4:6 And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne,
Revelations 22:1 And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.
Poetry And Other Materials On This Site Can Be Freely Used For Christian Bible Centered Non-Profit Ministries And must Remain Unchanged In Any Way. All Other Purposes Are With Permission Only. You May Make Requests At "treasurebox18@yahoo.com" All my poems with stories are both real and fictional designed to illustrate a biblical truth. All Rights Reserved. Please Include Site Name And Link Back To This Blog. Thank-You. Images are not all Christian but put here for the purposes of doing good works of faith, family, and country.
Monday, December 14, 2015
"I AM" Here
"I AM" Here
She sat by her window one early morn;
She had lived in the silence too long.
Heartbroken, alone and on her own;
It just seemed everything had gone wrong.
But in the frost of the window appeared;
It seemed like a dream , but oh so true.
Like God himself had written with love;
The words "I AM" in the drips of the dew.
Could it be He was saying some wonderful thing?
Like, "I Am" your God and I'm here for you."
"Never alone, never alone , dear one;
I gave a reminder, here in the dew.'
"I Am" your God, "I Am' your best friend;"
"I Am" your heavenly Father above."
"I Am " always here and hear your prayers;"
"I AM" faithful, "I Am" just, "I Am" love."
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Could it be in times of grief and sorrow;
God would comfort while we are comfortless?
When no human words or act could console;
The great "I Am" can speak great things to us.
Could it be, when it seems we've been forsaken;
That God himself would send a special hug:
Upon a frozen window dripping dew?
Just to say," I AM" here and I love you?"
Susan Y Nikitenko
December 14th, 2015
Hebrews 13:5b
I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.
The words "I Am" on the window story --- is the true life testimony of a lady from our church.
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Friday, December 5, 2014
Where We'll Never Cry Again
Where We'll Never Cry Again
Pray through the troubles of this hurtful world.
When we are children of the living God we know;
We can find the hope in one who loves us so.
Jesus brings hope, even when teardrops fall;
Jesus brings peace, when we can't find peace at
all.
One day Jesus is coming again;
To take us where we'll never cry again.
Christians have the promise of heaven;
One day we will never fear or hurt again.
In our hearts He lives, He abide with us;
The comforter will speak , as we trust.
As we praise Him, through the problems we face;
Our hearts can find strength, in His holy ways.
Do not let bitterness take hold of you;
Go forward, He will carry you through.
March towards that city, our heavenly home;
Even if we find we are all alone.
Soon we will be crossing over the Jordan;
Where his children will never cry again.
Susan Nikitenko
December 5th, 2014
Song
Comfort One Another
1 Thessalonians 4:14-18
For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.
For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep.
For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:
Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.
Wherefore comfort one another with these words
Sunday, March 3, 2013
I Hold You Dear To My Heart
I Hold You Dear In My Heart
I am sad because I know;
Your heart is broken in two.
I hold you close by my side;
Because I care about you.
Your heart is broken in two.
I hold you close by my side;
Because I care about you.
I hold you dear in my heart;
As I pray your tears away.
I just wish I knew the words;
That would comfort you today.
As I pray your tears away.
I just wish I knew the words;
That would comfort you today.
Susan Y Nikitenko
March 1st, 2013
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Saturday, December 29, 2012
When We See Eternal Day
When We See Eternal Day
This year may be a lonely year;
For some hurting grieving soul.
This year may be a tearful year;
When the heartbreak takes its toll.
For some hurting grieving soul.
This year may be a tearful year;
When the heartbreak takes its toll.
But hope comes calling through a song;
When you tell the Lord your hurt.
He gives you grace to sing again;
Even when you feel like dirt.
When you tell the Lord your hurt.
He gives you grace to sing again;
Even when you feel like dirt.
When you learn to praise, through your tears;
When you learn to praise, alone.
Though sorrow lingers through the night;
Morning's Joy, through grace is known.
When you learn to praise, alone.
Though sorrow lingers through the night;
Morning's Joy, through grace is known.
Angels gather each tear that falls;
Into a bottle of love.
And every little whimper;
Is heard with mercy above.
Into a bottle of love.
And every little whimper;
Is heard with mercy above.
We may not understand right now;
But one day, it will be clear.
When we see Him, in His brightness;
And He wipes away all tears.
But one day, it will be clear.
When we see Him, in His brightness;
And He wipes away all tears.
He has prepared a place for us;
For this life shall pass away.
All sadness and sorrow shall flee.
When we see eternal day.
For this life shall pass away.
All sadness and sorrow shall flee.
When we see eternal day.
Susan Y Nikitenko
December 29th, 2012
December 29th, 2012
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Friday, June 8, 2012
God Forms The Clay
God Forms The Clay
When the wind blows or stillness met.
When the rain sounds, When the sun beams joy;
Let our hearts and minds not forget.
He knows every heartache, He sees each tear.
He knows each word, our lips declare.
He knows our failure, and He knows our shame;
He knows when we've cried out His name.
When the clouds glide by in an open sky;
When a broken heart cries out why - oh why?
When a sounding stream fills the forest green;
Or it is a loved ones time to die;
He gives comfort through a pleasant song;
Through prayer that lasts all day long;
Our hope in God's Word, which will not change.
These are the things that keep us strong.
When confusion keeps us in dismay;
We cry out Oh God, please lead our way.
When wrong has seemed to overshadow us.
We must remember God forms the clay.
When the sunrises, When the sunsets;
When the wind blows or stillness met.
When the rain sounds, When the sun beams joy;
Let our hearts and minds not forget.
He knows every heartache, He sees each tear.
He knows each word, our lips declare.
He knows our failure, and He knows our shame.
He knows when we've cried out His name.
He takes the clay within His loving hand.
Although we do not understand;
He molds together joy and the sorrow;
To conform us to His perfect plan.
Susan Y Nikitenko
June 8th, 2012
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Sometimes
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 bear.
Sometimes our hearts 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.
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