<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31848489</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2024 13:38:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>inspiration</category><category>strength</category><category>Salvation</category><category>Aging</category><category>Jesus</category><category>Love</category><category>blessings</category><category>boldness</category><category>encouragement</category><title>Joyce&#39;s Meditations</title><description>This is where I bring together articles and sights that I am sent or come across on the web that I belive will bless and inspire you. So bookmark this sight so you can quickly find inspiration when you need it. You will not find a discouraging word here. Be blessed Joyce</description><link>http://joyces-meditations.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce E Mayhan)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31848489.post-1202120163982915220</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-08-20T09:03:20.014-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">encouragement</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">strength</category><title>&quot;Be Encouraged Today&quot;</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:&#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot; &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defeat comes from looking back. Distraction comes from looking around. Discouragement comes from looking down. Deliverance comes from looking up. Nothing you have done has been a waste of time. Don&#39;t measure your success by what others have accomplished. Look over your shoulder and realize how far you have come. Your endurance, integrity, faith, love and willingness to grow, is what makes you successful. Even though you may have come close to the edge of giving up and believing that you are not enough, you are still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as your computer was installed with a program, you were born with a purpose. Never discount yourself. Stand in your glory and exercise your spiritual authority over anything or anyone that tries to distract, diminish or anger you. You have your role and assignment. You are significant. You are making a difference. You are loved. You are a conqueror. You are phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are about to turn the corner and be victorious. You are too blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed! The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:&#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot; &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;And grace my fears reliev’d;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;How precious did that grace appear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;The hour I first believ’d!
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&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I have already come;’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;And grace will lead me home.
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&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;The Lord has promis’d good to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;His word my hope secures;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;He will my shield and portion be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;As long as life endures.
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&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;And mortal life shall cease;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I shall possess, within the veil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;A life of joy and peace.
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&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;The sun forbear to shine;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;But God, who call’d me here below,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Will be forever mine.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Visit the site below to learn the story of John Newton&#39;s life, the author of &quot;Amazin Grace&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, &quot;Hi handsome. My name is Rose.I&#39;m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?&quot; I laughed and enthusiastically responded, &quot;Of course you may!&quot; and she gave me a giant squeeze.

&quot;Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?&quot; I asked. She jokingly replied, &quot;I&#39;m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...&quot;&quot;No seriously,&quot; I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. &quot;I always dreamed of having a college education and now I&#39;m getting one!&quot; she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this &quot;time machine&quot; as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet.I&#39;ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, &quot;I&#39;m sorry I&#39;m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and thiswhiskey is killing me! I&#39;ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.&quot; As we laughed she cleared her throat and began,
 &quot;We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You&#39;ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don&#39;t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don&#39;t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn&#39;t take any talent or ability.

The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.The elderly usually don&#39;t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.&quot;She concluded her speech by courageously singing &quot;The Rose. &quot;She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year&#39;s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died  peacefully in her sleep.Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it&#39;s never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they&#39;ll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give. God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&quot;Good friends are like stars.........You don&#39;t always see them, but you know they are always there.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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