My Two Cents Worth 8_30-2009 (article) by Myrtle Poor on AuthorsDen

God never promised us a bed of roses when we accepted him into our lives. He did tell us he would bring us through each valley we walked through. It is in the valleys we grow the most spiritually. MY TWO CENTS WORTH By Myrtle Poor Hello from the Poor House today. The weather in the Sooner State is absolutely beautiful. It is giving.us a peek of autumn. There is a saying in Oklahoma that if you don't like the weather in Oklahoma hang around. it will change any minute. I have seen it go from 60 degrees Fahrenheit and the sun shinning to 29 degrees Fahrenheit and snowing in one day here. Oklahoma weather is very unpredictable . Here it is hard to read the signs on what the weather will do. God has given us signs for the end time all the way through the Bible. Still a lot of people can not see the signs that have been starring us in our faces for years now. In 2 Thessalonians 2:3 the word says there will come a great falling away before Christ comes back. We have churches on every street corner but only a few go to them. If the preacher, preaches something someone doesn't like they get mad brake away from that church and go build them one on the way they believe. People have no respect for each other anymore and the Bible speaks in Matthew 24 of all the things we are seeing right here in our own country. It says Nations shall rise against Nation, Kingdom against Kingdoms. Then there shall be famines and pestilences, and earth quakes in divers places. Look around us, these things are happening all around us. We had the tsunami killing thousands of people a few years ago. In everywhere there are bad floods tearing up every thing in their path. In California it is lands slides and fires. Parents are killing and beating their children to death and children are murdering their own family. There are many, many more signs if only we would recognize them. ********************** HE HELD MY HAND By Myrtle Poor When I was grieved, cast down and worn, And tears flowed down my cheeks in scorn. God drove the sorrows from my heart, New happiness and joy he did impart. He cleared the paths that once seemed rough, He held my hand and that was enough. When I was burdened, he was always there, And all my sorrows he did share. When my feet were heavy and would want to stay He would gently guide them on their way. I only know when the road was rough. He held my hand and that was enough. Copyright 2009

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