Posted by: emeryhsmithii | March 2, 2013

Jesus is ALWAYS with us!

http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=0FBFCFNU

Source: http://www.godtube.com/

In good times and bad, Jesus is always with you. This great video will help remind you that even though you may not be able to “see” Jesus with your eyes, He is with you every step of the way–rejoicing in happiness along side you and wiping away your tears when you are sad.

In November, 2011, I was in Nigeria on a two week church-plant mission trip with my pastor and some friends. One night I asked GOD why I was there…He showed me Himself in three places…each of those visions were of very basic service acts within the community of Owerii. I know there is a small story to write so this is all I can share right now – go to Luke 19:10 and John 13:14 to have a hint of the rest of the story. GOD richly BLESS you today!

Posted by: emeryhsmithii | December 31, 2012

A New Song – from a New Creation

A New Song - from a New Creation

waking up Sunday morning, December 30th, I was aware of a new attitude for 2013, Sing A New Song

Posted by: emeryhsmithii | September 19, 2012

Are we there yet?

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Remember when you had kids or even better when you were a kid and the BIG question everyone asked was “Are we there yet?”

Tonight at our Wednesday night prayer meeting church, I had a distinct impression of this question at the beginning of the evening.  I felt like the little kid impatiently waiting for the ‘prize’ at the end of the trip – just being done with the traveling already. Impatience. Expectations. Opinions. All part of our selfish focus. The one that places us at the center of the universe and everything is supposed to spin around us.

WOW! Where did we get that idea? Ummm. I think it was in the garden when a tempting serpent questioned the integrity and motives of our Creator. Did God really say? We decided there was enough of a question there that the One who spoke Existence into being just with His voice should have to answer to us.

Just like the little kid who doesn’t want to enjoy the journey – we want what we want. NOW.

This was a great day for considering.

It is the third day of a really great new career at the youthful age of 60. I have been waiting for this moment for maybe thirty years. I think it should have come much sooner. With much less pain. And a lot less doubt and confusion and much, much more intentional step-by-step directions.

But sitting at my computer in my new office, I realized this long journey has been a wonderful place to learn the lessons I need for this moment in time. To be here was a plan set in motion long ago. Lots of events along the way equipped me.

Hey God, would you erase all those questions and tantrums and self-focused opinions of mine over the years? I think trusting you is a much better way to live. I will try to enjoy the ride more and pouting less.

Thanks for the patience you have had with me. Love, a slow to learn son,  Just Me.

Posted by: emeryhsmithii | July 4, 2011

Have you thought of all the flag has flown over?

A declaration 235 years ago…

We are a free nation because of the sacrifice of many.  Thank you to every person known and unknown that gave their lives, their families, their possessions second place so we could live free.  Don’t take freedom for granted today.  It is a gift of unimaginable expense…

and we live FREE!

GOD bless America!

it flies free over each of us...

Posted by: emeryhsmithii | June 13, 2011

Magnolias

I am married to a wonderful woman who makes celebration cakes.  We have often worked in those last minutes before the wedding getting everything just right.  This story was sent to me by a friend…but I went online to find it.  I cannot tell who the author is.  But it is a good story.  There are things to learn in this story.  There are important things  from this story to apply to our lives…enjoy.  And here is the link where I found the story.

http://derekmdesign.blogspot.com/2009/04/magnolias.html

' a gift meant to share'

I spent the week before my daughter’s June wedding running last-minute trips to the caterer, florist, tuxedo shop, and the church about forty miles away.

As happy as I was that Patsy was marrying a good Christian young man, I felt laden with responsibilities as I watched my budget dwindle . . . So many details, so many bills, and so little time.

My son Jack was away at college, but he said he would be there to walk his younger sister down the aisle, taking the place of his dad who had died a few years before. He teased Patsy, saying he’d wanted to give her away since she was about three years old!

To save money, I gathered blossoms from several friends who had large magnolia trees. Their luscious, creamy-white blooms and slick green leaves would make beautiful arrangements against the rich dark wood inside the church.

After the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding, we banked the podium area and choir loft with magnolias. As we left just before midnight, I felt tired but satisfied this would be the best wedding any bride had ever had! The music, the ceremony, the reception – and especially the flowers – would be remembered for years.

The big day arrived – the busiest day of my life – and while her bridesmaids helped Patsy to dress, her fianc? Tim walked with me to the sanctuary to do a final check. When we opened the door and felt a rush of hot air, I almost fainted; and then I saw them – all the beautiful white flowers were black. Funeral black. An electrical storm during the night had knocked out the air conditioning system, and on that hot summer day, the flowers had wilted and died.

I panicked, knowing I didn’t have time to drive back to our hometown, gather more flowers, and return in time for the wedding.

Tim turned to me. “Edna, can you get more flowers? I’ll throw away these dead ones and put fresh flowers in these arrangements.”

I mumbled, “Sure,” as he be-bopped down the hall to put on his cuff links.

Alone in the large sanctuary, I looked up at the dark wooden beams in the arched ceiling.

“Lord,” I prayed, “please help me. I don’t know anyone in this town. Help me find someone willing to give me flowers – in a hurry!”

I scurried out praying for four things: the blessing of white magnolias, courage to find them in an unfamiliar yard, safety from any dog that may bite my leg, and a nice person who would not get out a shotgun when I asked to cut his tree to shreds.

As I left the church, I saw magnolia trees in the distance. I approached a house…No dog in sight. I knocked on the door and an older man answered. So far so good….. No shotgun.

When I stated my plea the man beamed, “I’d be happy to!”

He climbed a stepladder and cut large boughs and handed them down to me. Minutes later, as I lifted the last armload into my car trunk, I said, “Sir, you’ve made the mother of a bride happy today.”

“No, Ma’am,” he said. “You don’t understand what’s happening here.” “What?” I asked. “You see, my wife of sixty-seven years died on Monday, on Tuesday I received friends at the funeral home, and on Wednesday. He paused. I saw tears welling up in his eyes. “On Wednesday I buried her.” He! looked away. “On Thursday most of my out-of-town relatives went back home, and on Friday – yesterday – my children left.”

“This morning, he continued, I was sitting in my den crying out loud. I miss her so much. For the last sixteen years, as her health got worse, she needed me. But now nobody needs me. This morning I cried, Who needs an eighty-six-year-old wore-out man? Nobody! I began to cry louder. Nobody needs me!”

“About that time, you knocked, and said, ‘Sir, I need you’.” I stood with my mouth open. He asked, “Are you an angel? T he way the light shone around your head into my dark living room…”

I assured him I was no angel. He smiled. “Do you know what I was thinking when I handed you those magnolias?”

“No. I decided I’m needed. My flowers are needed. Why, I might have a flower ministry! I could give them to everyone! Some caskets at the funeral home have no flowers. People need flowers at times like that and I have lots of them. They’re all over the backyard! I can give them to hospitals, churches – all sorts of places. You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to serve the Lord until the day He calls me home!”

I drove back to the church, filled with wonder. On Patsy’s wedding day, if anyone had asked me to encourage someone who was hurting, I would have said, “Forget it!” It’s my only daughter’s wedding, for goodness’ sake! There is no way I can minister to anyone today. But God found a way through dead flowers.

Posted by: emeryhsmithii | May 30, 2011

Memorial Day

What do you remember?

Parades, flags waving, picnics, family, just being together?

I have never gone to a graveside on Memorial Day. 

But I remember the days when I was in high school and the nightly news gave us dinner reports of the wounded and killed during the Vietnam War. We knew someone lost their life and families lost their loved ones every day.

Then on 9/11, it dawned on me there really are people who run into a disaster or a battle when everyone else runs out.  Counting the cost was done before….reaction just became their only choice…to give. Whatever was asked.

Sacrifice is a wonderful yet bittersweet attribute.  We so admire it in others….but don’t really want too much of it in our own lives usually.

What person in your life best exemplifies:

Their Sacrifice

REMEMBER!

Posted by: emeryhsmithii | May 30, 2011

The Love Slave

all the ends of the earth

http://www.hannahscupboard.com/wake-mar07-4.html

sometimes what we read is just better than if we put it into our own words. This blog came from:

Barbara Lardinais in her Hannah’s Cupboard website writings.

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The Love Slave

What do you think of if I say "love slave"? There is a beautiful picture of the real meaning in the book of Deuteronomy in the Old Testament. God was telling the Israelites about the requirements of the Sabbath Year which was every seventh year in their calendar. All debts were to be forgiven and if you had a slave, they were to be set free.

However, what if the slave did not want to go? "And it shall come about if he says to you, ‘I will not go out from you,’ because he loves you and your household, since he fares well with you." (Deuteronomy 15:16)

If that happened there was a special ceremony marking the slave for the rest of his or her life. "Then you shall take an awl and pierce it through his ear into the door, and he shall be your servant forever." (Verse 17) The slave would bear an earring that basically said to all: "I chose this; I am a voluntary slave for the sake of love."

Are you a bond servant of the Lord Jesus Christ? Paul, Peter and James often called themselves such in their greeting when they wrote letters to the churches. Their Jewish audience readily understood the original imagery. They did not want to go free; they wanted to be a love slave of the Lord for life.

Have you called on Jesus to be your Savior? That’s wonderful – you have made the right choice. But have you also called on him to be your Lord and Master? Did you ever say to him; "I will not go out from you"?

Well then, you know what that makes you. heart

Posted by: emeryhsmithii | March 11, 2011

Pacific Ocean Basin After Japan Quake

From this altitude, everything looks so peaceful but tsunami waves are going across the seas and making our world seem so small.

We are one family. Pray for your brothers and sisters all over the globe as tragedy affects so many.

Remember GOD is good and will never leave us alone. HE is right here right now. He really loves all of His children including you.

Posted by: emeryhsmithii | January 22, 2011

My 2011 Birthday Wish

Yesterday was January 21st marking the completion of 59 years of living…and today I begin my sixth decade of being on this wonderful earth.

Last year, a friend, Steve Chase, and I started an educational non-profit intending to partner with other non-profits to help overlooked young people and communities around the world.  We started close to home.  In August, 2010, we went to Ensenada, Mexico to visit Greg Amstutz at his terrific ministry to many Baja orphanages.  You can find out more about it here:  http://www.genesisdiez.org/home.html

As I reflect upon my birthday and the things that make this day special I realize more than ever that it is my desire to give more than receive.  So many wonderful friends have given to my family and various needs we have had.  I could not have made it without their help.  Maybe that is why I feel so passionate about helping others now.

Once a year in February, Genesis Diez has a gala in San Diego.  Della and I along with Steve and Mary will be attending this to stand in solidarity with the mission and the people of Genesis Diez.

But I have a desire.  I need your help to make it happen.  We want to send a large gift to Genesis Diez to help them reach their 2011 goals.  Would you prayerfully consider sending a monetary gift to:

Bearing Their Burdens

1700 Airline Hwy

PMB 415

Hollister, CA 95023

We will take every contribution to this event next month.  It will help orphan children and a relocated native Indian community in the Ensenada area that you do not know and very likely will never meet…until Heaven.  Thank you for reading this request and letting God direct you.  We so appreciate every friend we have!

Your friend celebrating his birthday,

Emery Smith

Posted by: emeryhsmithii | January 15, 2011

Three Roads

I am a Westerner. No, I am a Californian. Something about the road and the wide open spaces seem to be in my blood. I love to drive. That is a good thing because my jobs for the past fifteen years have taken me on many highways and byways usually 150 to 300 miles per day.
All this time on the road has lead me to consider a few things.

Most Californians living in the North are so happy to live here. But there are numerous reasons to travel South. In many ways, California is two States in one.

For some the need to ‘get there’ is so powerful that the Fast Route, I-5, is the only intelligent option. There is almost nothing, including the stark scenery, to slow you down as the road is filled with motivated high-speed travelers all agreeing to the same goal, even the truckers.

Highway 101 represents a slower transition from the green and simpler life of Northern California to the denser people-centered South. But it is still a highly traveled route through beautiful communities.

When the destination is not the priority of the trip but the process itself is the emphasis, there can be no other choice than Highway 1. One forgets every other thing than the unchanged views of nature. Time is also forgotten. The joy of seeing the interaction of ocean and mountains delights with almost every turn. Getting there just doesn’t matter.

Our spiritual life can parallel these three journeys.

At times in our lives, we care about nothing than to get to the next place on our list.

As we grow a family, the journey takes on more of a priority and the process and people and those interactions are valuable as we learn our purpose here on Earth.

In our maturity, the details are all about enjoying the day-to-day encounters trusting God for His direction and blessing in every turn. Here we are never disappointed.

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