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Hr er linkur gospel msik htina Hafnarfiri 20 - 29 jn

http://www.biggospelfestival.com/


akkir

Mig langar til a akka eim fyrirtkjum sem gfu vrur og vinnu hinga til okkar skjlftavinu. a j ekkert sjlfsagt a fyrirtki gefi vrur, g ekki v miur ekki nfna allra eirra fyrirtkja sem gfu til a hjlpa okkur en langar a nefan Bnus. Takk fyrir mig og mitt flk.

Og allir vibrags ailar Raui Krossinn, Bjrgunarsveitirnar, og allir arir takk fyrir mig og mitt flk.

Gu blessi ykkur ll.

kv. Gsli Kristjnsson


Falleg saga og mikil og g sannindi.

Falleg saga og mikil og g sannindi.


Sagan segir a tveir vinir hafi gengi eyimrk. leiinni fru eir a rfast, og annar vinurinn gaf hinum ltt kjammann. Honum srnai, en n ess a segja nokku skrifai hann sandinn; '
DAG GAF BESTI VINUR
MINN MR, EINN ANN!' eir gengu fram anga til eir komu a vatnslind og ar fru eir t .

Vinurinn sem hafi ori fyrir hinum ur var nrri drukknaur, en var bjarga af vini snum. egar hann hafi jafna sig , risti hann stein; ' DAG BJARGAI BESTI VINUR MINN MR FR DRUKKNUN'.
Vinurinn sem bi hafi
veitt honum tiltal og bjarga honum spuri: 'egar g sl ig, skrifair sandinn, og nna skrifar steininn. 'Af hverju?' Hann svarai: egar einhver gerir r eitthva illt ttu a skrifa a sandinn, ar sem vindur fyrirgefningar getur eytt v. En egar einhver gerir r eitthva gott ttu a grafa a stein ar sem enginn getur eytt v.

'LRU A SKRIFA SRINDI N SANDINN OG GRAFA HAMINGJU NA STEIN'! a er sagt a a taki mann eina mntu a hitta srstaka manneskju, einn tma a kunna a meta hana, einn dag a elska hana, en HEILA vi a gleyma henni.

The smell of rain,

The smell of rain

At the end of this story, it gives you two options. I think you will figure out what option I chose.

A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery.

Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.

That afternoon of March 10, 1991 , complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.

At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature.

Still, the doctor's soft words dropp ed like bombs.

'I don't think she's going to make it,' he said, as kindly as he could.

'There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one'

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.

She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.

'No! No!' was all Diana could say.

She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four.

Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away

But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love.

All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.

There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.

But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.

At last, when Dana turned two months old. her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time.

And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.

Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life.

She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving , Texas , Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.

As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, 'Do you smell that?'

Smelling the air and detecting the approach of ! a thunderstorm, Diana replied, 'Yes, it smells like r ain.'

Dana closed her eyes and again asked, 'Do you smell that?'

Once again, her mother replied, 'Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain.'

Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced,

'No, it smells like Him.

It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest.'

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children.

Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.

During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

You now have 1 of 2 choices. You can either pass this on and let other people catch the chills like you did or you can delete this and act like it didn't touch your heart like it did mine.

IT'S YOUR CALL!

'I can do all things in Him who strengthens me'

This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and He asked: 'My child, what is your greatest wish for today?' I responded:

'Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much' The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginning, but not its end.


Loksins Jl

J loksins eru blessu jlin komin, tminn ar sem g og mn fjlskylda fgnum fingu frelsarans. Miki hfum vi hlakka til. Stelpurnar hafa meal annars spurt mig hvort Jes hafi alvrunni fst afangadag klukkan sex, v a sumir segja a hann hafi ekki fst . Svari vi eirri spurningu var mjg einfalt g veit a ekki en vi fgnum fingardegi hans jlunum alveg eins og vi hldum ekki upp eirra afmli alltaf akkrat afmlisdegi eirra. etta fannst eim gott a vita og margir hafa velt sr uppr essu bloggheimum og annarsstaar. En etta finnst mr ekki miki ml, v a mnu mati eru jlin fagnaur til heiurs fingu frelsarans Jes krists og krleika hans til allra manna.

g ska ykkur llum Gus blessunar og gleilegra jla, og bi Drottin Jes a gefa ykkur gott ntt r.


Og enn heldur Bjarni fram

" Litlu jlin megi halda en n trbos-helgileiks"

Hvernig litlu jl tli hann s a tala um ? a jlaleikrit sklanna snist um jlagjafir. g er binn a lesa yfir stefnuskr Simenntar og get ekki betur s en eir styjist vi kristina sifri a mestu leiti en eir annahvort ora ekki ea viljaekki nefna a svo heldur notast vi ori "hmanista"

g legg til a Simennt fari frambo og sji hversu ltinn hljmgrunn eir hafa v litlju-jlin me snum helgileik, kristni fri sklum og kristin sifri heima sklum sem og annarsstaar. Og g ekki engan sem hefur hloti skaa af v a taka tt litlu-jlunum hj sklanum.


mbl.is fram deilt um Krist kennslu
Tilkynna um vieigandi tengingu vi frtt

N er ng komi !

N finnst mr ng komi,"litlu jlin burt r grunnsklanum" segir Bjarni Jnsson varaformaur Simenntar. a er kominn tmi til a Bjarni og hans ntar geri sr grein fyrir v a hann er mjg litlum en hvrum minnihlutahpi og tti a HTTA reyna nauga sinni plitsku rtthugsun upp meirihlutann. g hef fullan skilning ef hann vill ekki a sn brn taki tt jlahaldi en hann a eiga a vi sig og sitt flk en ekki nauga snum hugmyndum upp okkur hin. a er ekki miki ml a afakka gjafir en a er greinilega erfitt fyrir Bjarna og Simennt almennt a gera slkt og v vilja eir banna llum a taka vi Nja testamentinu sem Gdeon flagi gefur. Kristin tr er opinber tr slendinga og a er lka frjlst fyrir sem ekki tra ea vilja vera jkirkjunni a vera utan hennar. ar er komi frelsi sem Bjarni talar svo digurbarkalega um a vanti ! Kannski a Bjarni geri sr ekki ljst a siferi slendinga er a mestu fengi r trnni.

g skora Simennt a draga sig og sn brn t r litlu jlunum og sni umburalyndi a sem eir tala svo fjlglega um, en lti okkur hin frii me okkar helgihald og litlu jlin.


Glei

Tr Drottin Jes og munt vera hlpin og heimili itt. Post. 16;31

Jes Kristur er gr og dag hinn sami og um aldir. Heb. 13;8

Meistarinn er hr og vill finna ig. Jh. 11;28

Gu blessi ykkur


Ofsa/fgatr ???

g held a eir sem hsta hafa og thrpa um ofsa/fgatr hljti a hafa misskili eitthva illilega v sambandi. Oft er etta flk sem vill a kennslu kristinfri veri htt sklum landsins og gerir krfu um a samkynhneigir fi a gifta sig kirkju. etta er minnihlutahpur sem er tilbinn a rngva/nauga sinni skoun ea tr upp meirihlutann me ltum. ar me er etta flk ori FGA/OFSA tra a a hafi rtt fyrir sr og meirihlutinn sem hefur ara skoun er thrpaur sem rngsnn, fordmafullur og g veit ekki hva.

Ef essir minnihlutahpar vilja ekki a sama og meirihlutinn geta eir j alltaf dregi sig t r og sleppt v a taka tt ea hreinlega stofna sinn eigin sfnu ea flag og lti okkur hin frii!

Htti a nauga ykkar skounum/tr upp okkur hin Woundering


Frbrt

Hreint frbrt blogg hj pka sem g las nna an; http://frisk.blog.is

vonandi man g slina rtt Smile


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