Forwarded from Filling Our Cups With Hope
When we subtly begin to equate success with visibility, influence, or recognition, we've traded the eternal for the temporary.
When we confuse eternal purpose with worldly platform, we create unnecessary pressure that Christ never placed on us.
When we follow the world's version of success, we start to believe our worth rises and falls with opportunities, open doors, or outcomes.
Yet the gospel insists otherwise: our identity is secured in Christ, not in the shifting tides of earthly affirmation.
This doesn't mean platforms or influence are evil. But they are dangerous when they eclipse or replace a deep, personal relationship with Christ.
Big influence can be a gift, but it must never become the ultimate goal.
Why?
When it's the ultimate goal, it can soon become an idol. We risk finding our worth in what we do rather than finding it in the One we love and serve.
Because, the invitation of Jesus is not "build something impressive," but "abide in Me." Our calling is not defined by metrics of man but by the mission of God: to know Him deeply, to walk with Him daily, and to make Him known faithfully. ☕️
~Amy Klutinoty ~
When we confuse eternal purpose with worldly platform, we create unnecessary pressure that Christ never placed on us.
When we follow the world's version of success, we start to believe our worth rises and falls with opportunities, open doors, or outcomes.
Yet the gospel insists otherwise: our identity is secured in Christ, not in the shifting tides of earthly affirmation.
This doesn't mean platforms or influence are evil. But they are dangerous when they eclipse or replace a deep, personal relationship with Christ.
Big influence can be a gift, but it must never become the ultimate goal.
Why?
When it's the ultimate goal, it can soon become an idol. We risk finding our worth in what we do rather than finding it in the One we love and serve.
Because, the invitation of Jesus is not "build something impressive," but "abide in Me." Our calling is not defined by metrics of man but by the mission of God: to know Him deeply, to walk with Him daily, and to make Him known faithfully. ☕️
~Amy Klutinoty ~
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Testimony Tuesday
“…“Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”
Matthew 18:3-4
It is said that there is a thin veil between little children and God. In other words, little children don’t have the barriers that limit them. As we get older, the outside forces of logic and explanation can limit our belief. But not with children. Their faith is pure, simple and real. Unbelief is not part of their language. They are teachable with a wide-eyed wonder, and are not afraid to express it. They don’t care about what other people think or their opinions. They see and feel His presence so easily, as if it was completely natural and normal. Well if that isn’t true belief I don’t know what is.
This is why Jesus spoke about having child-like faith. It’s to become humble enough to change the way you think and learn about heaven’s kingdom with a child like heart.
This following video is one of many I’ve come across where a child has survived a traumatic event, only to testify of Jesus in the midst to comfort them. Take a look.
“…“Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”
Matthew 18:3-4
It is said that there is a thin veil between little children and God. In other words, little children don’t have the barriers that limit them. As we get older, the outside forces of logic and explanation can limit our belief. But not with children. Their faith is pure, simple and real. Unbelief is not part of their language. They are teachable with a wide-eyed wonder, and are not afraid to express it. They don’t care about what other people think or their opinions. They see and feel His presence so easily, as if it was completely natural and normal. Well if that isn’t true belief I don’t know what is.
This is why Jesus spoke about having child-like faith. It’s to become humble enough to change the way you think and learn about heaven’s kingdom with a child like heart.
This following video is one of many I’ve come across where a child has survived a traumatic event, only to testify of Jesus in the midst to comfort them. Take a look.
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I love this second video! You may think that having a large ministry like Billy Graham had is the pinnacle of serving God, but as the gentleman explains in this second video, our greatest ministry can be found by just sitting at the feet of Jesus. Listening, taking in, experiencing Him, worshiping and loving Him. This is a precious thing to behold.
If we spent more time sitting with Jesus, think how much more our influence would be just because we sit with Him daily. Taking the time just to be in His presence not just praying, but truly experiencing Him in Spirit.
“But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.””
Luke 10:41-42
If we spent more time sitting with Jesus, think how much more our influence would be just because we sit with Him daily. Taking the time just to be in His presence not just praying, but truly experiencing Him in Spirit.
“But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.””
Luke 10:41-42
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Forwarded from Ashley USMC
In the Bible, it rained for 40 days and 40 nights.
Day 41 came and the rain stopped.
Moses committed murder & hid in the desert for 40 years.
Year 41 came, and God called him to help rescue Israel.
Moses went up on the mountain for 40 days.
On day 41, he received the Ten Commandments.
The Israelites wandered in the wilderness for 40 years.
Year 41, they walked into the Promised Land.
Goliath taunted Israel for 40 days.
Day 41 came, and David slew him.
Jonah preached a message of repentance to Ninevah for 40 days.
On day 41, God stopped His plan to destroy them.
Jesus fasted and was tempted for 40 days.
Day 41, and the devil fled.
After His resurrection, Jesus appeared to His disciples for 40 days.
On day 41, He ascended into Heaven.
All this to say...don't quit. The rain will stop, the giant will fall, and you will enter your "promised land." Don't give up at 40.
41 is coming.
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Day 41 came and the rain stopped.
Moses committed murder & hid in the desert for 40 years.
Year 41 came, and God called him to help rescue Israel.
Moses went up on the mountain for 40 days.
On day 41, he received the Ten Commandments.
The Israelites wandered in the wilderness for 40 years.
Year 41, they walked into the Promised Land.
Goliath taunted Israel for 40 days.
Day 41 came, and David slew him.
Jonah preached a message of repentance to Ninevah for 40 days.
On day 41, God stopped His plan to destroy them.
Jesus fasted and was tempted for 40 days.
Day 41, and the devil fled.
After His resurrection, Jesus appeared to His disciples for 40 days.
On day 41, He ascended into Heaven.
All this to say...don't quit. The rain will stop, the giant will fall, and you will enter your "promised land." Don't give up at 40.
41 is coming.
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Forwarded from PATRIOT 17 ⚜️ (Arizona AtHeart)
Mr PitBull
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson
https://x.com/MrPitbull07/status/1991895679002960232?t=3m71xdqRkf6VA2rJ_PItUQ&s=19
OP - https://news.1rj.ru/str/Tironianae/402133
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson
https://x.com/MrPitbull07/status/1991895679002960232?t=3m71xdqRkf6VA2rJ_PItUQ&s=19
OP - https://news.1rj.ru/str/Tironianae/402133
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