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salmo 42:1
Como el ciervo brama por las corrientes de las aguas, Así clama por ti, oh Dios, el alma mía.
the choice
by Max Lucado
IT’S QUIET. It’s early. My coffee is hot. The sky is still black. The world is still asleep. The day is coming.
In a few moments the day will arrive. It will roar down the track with the rising of the sun. The stillness of the dawn will be exchanged for the noise of the day. The calm of solitude will be replaced by the pounding pace of the human race. The refuge of the early morning will be invaded by decisions to be made and deadlines to be met.
For the next twelve hours I will be exposed to the day’s demands. It is now that I must make a choice. Because of Calvary, I’m free to choose. And so I choose.
In a few moments the day will arrive. It will roar down the track with the rising of the sun. The stillness of the dawn will be exchanged for the noise of the day. The calm of solitude will be replaced by the pounding pace of the human race. The refuge of the early morning will be invaded by decisions to be made and deadlines to be met.
For the next twelve hours I will be exposed to the day’s demands. It is now that I must make a choice. Because of Calvary, I’m free to choose. And so I choose.
1 pedro 2:6-7
Por lo cual también contiene la Escritura: He aquí, pongo en Sion la principal piedra del ángulo, escogida, preciosa; Y el que creyere en Él, no será avergonzado.
Para vosotros, pues, los que creéis, Él es PRECIOSO...
Para vosotros, pues, los que creéis, Él es PRECIOSO...
the living room
When Your Heart Needs a Father
by Max Lucado
"Our Father who is in heaven …” With these words Jesus escorts us into the Great House of God. Shall we follow him? There is so much to see. Every room reveals his heart, every stop will soothe your soul. And no room is as essential as this one we enter first. Walk behind him as he leads us into God’s living room.
Sit in the chair that was made for you and warm your hands by the fire which never fades. Take time to look at the framed photos and find yours. Be sure to pick up the scrapbook and find the story of your life. But please, before any of that, stand at the mantle and study the painting which hangs above it.
Your Father treasures the portrait. He has hung it where all can see.
Stand before it a thousand times and each gaze is as fresh as the first. Let a million look at the canvas and each one will see himself. And each will be right.
Captured in the portrait is a tender scene of a father and a son. Behind them is a great house on a hill. Beneath their feet is a narrow path. Down from the house the father has run. Up the trail the son has trudged. The two have met, here, at the gate.
by Max Lucado
Sit in the chair that was made for you and warm your hands by the fire which never fades. Take time to look at the framed photos and find yours. Be sure to pick up the scrapbook and find the story of your life. But please, before any of that, stand at the mantle and study the painting which hangs above it.
Your Father treasures the portrait. He has hung it where all can see.
Stand before it a thousand times and each gaze is as fresh as the first. Let a million look at the canvas and each one will see himself. And each will be right.
Captured in the portrait is a tender scene of a father and a son. Behind them is a great house on a hill. Beneath their feet is a narrow path. Down from the house the father has run. Up the trail the son has trudged. The two have met, here, at the gate.
adoración sin reservas
when death becomes birth
by Max Lucado
You, as all God’s children, live one final breath from your own funeral. Which, from God’s perspective, is nothing to grieve. He responds to these grave facts with this great news: “The day you die is better than the day you are born” (Eccles. 7:1). Now there is a twist. Heaven enjoys a maternity-ward reaction to funerals. Angels watch body burials the same way grandparents monitor delivery-room doors. “He’ll be coming through any minute!” They can’t wait to see the new arrival. While we’re driving hearses and wearing black, they’re hanging pink and blue streamers and passing out cigars. We don’t grieve when babies enter the world. The hosts of heaven don’t weep when we leave it.
Oh, but many of us weep at the thought of death. Do you? Do you dread your death?
Is your fear of dying robbing your joy of living? Jesus came to “deliver those who have lived all their lives as slaves to the fear of dying” (Heb. 2:15).
Oh, but many of us weep at the thought of death. Do you? Do you dread your death?
Is your fear of dying robbing your joy of living? Jesus came to “deliver those who have lived all their lives as slaves to the fear of dying” (Heb. 2:15).
salmo 23:6
Ciertamente el bien y la misericordia me seguirán todos los días de mi vida, y en la casa del Señor moraré por largos días
la oruga y la montaña
- ¿Hacia dónde te diriges?, le preguntó.
Sin dejar de caminar, la oruga contestó:
- Tuve un sueño anoche; soñé que desde la punta de la gran montaña yo miraba todo el valle. Me gustó lo que vi en mi sueño y he decidido realizarlo.
i've been to the mountain top
El último de los discursos de Martin Luther King. Lo dió el día antes de su asesinato, 4 de abril de 1968 en The Bishop Charles Mason Temple en Memphis, Tennessee. Este templo era el centro de la Iglesia de Dios en Cristo, la denominación afro-americana pentecostal más grande en los Estadoa Unidos.
Lo más impresionante es que uno puede notar que sabía lo que le ocurriría pero estaba tranquilo por que entendió que cumplió con su propósito. Ya en este punto más que cualquier logro personal o colectivo en pro de su causa lo que él deseaba era que la voluntad de Dios se cumpliera en su vida.
Lo más impresionante es que uno puede notar que sabía lo que le ocurriría pero estaba tranquilo por que entendió que cumplió con su propósito. Ya en este punto más que cualquier logro personal o colectivo en pro de su causa lo que él deseaba era que la voluntad de Dios se cumpliera en su vida.
El hacer tu voluntad, Dios mío, me ha agradado... Salmo 40:8a
throwback: marcos witt
Tremenda canción, mi parte favorita la oración de Roberto Da Silva ... QUE UNCIÓN!!!
jj heller
En especifico estas de su disco "Painted Red" me conmovieron y me hicieron reflexionar profundamente en el amor de Dios por nosotros...claro, incondicional, simple y eterno.
youversion
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- 46 Versiones de la Biblia en 22 Idiomas
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el guerrero adorador
"Dado a que Dios está buscándonos, si nosotros lo perseguimos, seguramente lo encontraremos" - Pierce/Dickson. Tomado del libro El Guerrero Adorador
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