ROYAL RUBIES

Hi, a beautiful day it is, yeah? February's gradually wrapping up.  On today's theme, I'll like to ask you a question: What would it cost you to show love? Money may not buy love, but it does have a price. In Luke 10:30-37, The Priest and a Levite passed through the same way but didn't have what it took to show love. But the Samaritan had a compassionate heart.  All it cost him at first was 2 denarii. Here's a story of Mother Teresa. 'People often ask me what Mother Teresa was like,’ writes Shane Claiborne in his book "The Irresistible Revolution" . ‘Sometimes it’s like they wonder if she glowed in the dark or had a halo. She was short, wrinkled, and precious, maybe even a little ornery, like a beautiful, wise old granny. But there is one thing I will never forget – her feet. Her feet were deformed. Each morning I would stare at them. I wondered if she had contracted leprosy. One day a Sister explained, “Her feet are deformed because we get just enough

Hello Sunshine☀️! Howdy-doody? Happy Sunday. Join me as I unravel today's word. How many times has the expression - "It is well'' - been uttered to you while in distress? Did it salvage anything? When you hear this, does it trigger your emotions or soften them? Has it also become a cliche to you? Have you ever wondered how the psalmist was able to sing praises to God while amid uncertainties? Let's see what happened to the writer of this song. ********************************************* "It Is Well with My Soul” was composed by Philip Paul Bliss, with the lyrics by Horatio G. Spafford. Horatio Spafford knew something about life’s unexpected challenges. He was a successful attorney and real estate investor who lost a fortune in the great Chicago fire of 1871. Around the same time, his beloved four-year-old son died of scarlet fever. Thinking a vacation would do his family some good, he sent his wife and four daughters on a ship to England, planning to join

Hiya! How are you? How has it been at your end? Do you still smile? I have a story but first a question: Do you enjoy being carried? Whose arms are you most comfortable in? As last week began, I knew the week would be demanding so I did what I knew would yield a great result. I handed my life over to the Highest to be carried by Him. I didn't know how he would carry out my demands but I trusted his readily available strong arms and rested in there. At dawn each day, I reminded God of some of his promises and went about my day's activities in renewed vigor. As the human that I am, I kept on looking forward to the 'how' he would prove himself. Well, I'm glad that each day had its originality. As each day unwound, He reminded me of how he kept his promises. It reminded me of how jealous God can be over his own.  The way and manner in which God carries his own is beautiful. I encourage you to rest boldly in the strongest of arms to carry you through each day, month and