Master of my fate, Master of the Waves

I'm in a boat and I feel like i'm sinking,
but Jesus is my hope, what am I thinking??
How can I drown with the Savior at my side,
but how come I am ungreatful, not thankful,
Because of pride..
I've believed a lie that tells me i'm fine on my own,
when  I take my eyes off of Jesus I find myself
All Alone..
It's not a curse that is held over my head,
It's not a God who does not care,
It's my lack of faith, trust, belief
In a God who truely cares.
This lie I live I have to face,
Like a monster in the closet,
Like a demon above head,
I have to stand and live by faith.
Standing and Resting in the promises,
of Grace..
Thankyou Jesus for opening my eyes,
Thankyou Lord these lies are no longer in disguise,
You are my God and my Savior,
In whom I Will Trust,
even though my hull seems like its gonna bust.
You calmed the sea once
and you can do it again,
Your my Saving Grace, Redeemer, and Friend.
I lift my eyes to you in middle of this storm,
You've been holding me from the day I was born.
Thankyou Lord

Three Trees. One Cross.

The Story of the Three Trees

Teaching Blogg

This is a new blogg I will be keeping up with more regularly as my professional blogg website.

http://djonesteaching.blogspot.com/

Link attached^^

If you have good teaching bloggs/websites or know of any good people to follow concerning education please let me know as I want to have a broad base for my teaching. :)


"I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit."                                                                    Molding the Future of Tomorrow

                                 John Steinbeck

The Beauty of his love..

Covered by Jesus

You know when you wake up and have to make the run for that late night glass of water, or take that midnight trip to the bathroom. You get up realize its about 20 degrees below freezing. So you bolt up, dash to make your trip and then run back, bolt under the covers head first and hold them as tight as possible hoping that the cold would immediatly flee. You cling to the warm covers and pull them as tight as you can as  if they were your protection from the cold. I feel like this is the way my walk with Christ should be. Although with him I should never leave the covers, I do because I am foolish and follow after the things of this world, aka a glass of water. When we realized that we have left the warmth and fellowship of Christ we should run back to him, dive head first, and cling to him with all the strength that we have and burrough ourselves in  him for our protection and comfort. I wish that I never had to make one of these late night adventures in sub arctic temperatures, and I pray that I can abide within the warm arms of the Savior who can protect me from all of lifes bitter temperatures. Why if he is it that I would rather stand in the cold than come and be warm? Why is it that the covers often are so much more appealing than the love of Christ? I pray that Christ would become my "covers" to whom I always run to and hold fast to in the storms or cold floors of life. Jesus surround me with your protection and warmth, let me rest my weary head upon your shoulders,  and let me lay in safety within your presence. Jesus be my blanket I pray.

Joe Nichols - I'll Wait For You

more than just a good song.

One door opened to another door closed, keep walking until you find the window

Even in the end of something, there is always a bright and glorious future that is just the start of something new. Its hard to let go of what was and what could have been. But its time to pack up the suitcase and move on. What the future holds is in the Masters hands and I am simply going to follow him in everything I do.