I work in Hungary and Rumania helping the poor, homeless and Gipsies.
Me and my husband started this work 4 years ago after my husband retired.
We started house churches and helping in practical ways like, food, close, medication, blankets and so ....
We need help to be able to help more. I am thinking if any one knows corporations who have surplus or imperfect close shoes, socks, hets,etc...
Or any ideas to how to go about this.
We have a place to store things.
We need finances to teach the Gipsies a trade and schooling. Any good ideas out there. We have a lots of diabetic people and we need to check they blood sugar does anybody know if pharmaceutical companies donate such ... We give out cold medication and vitamin during the winter. Any ideas how can I get medication that it will expire soon or surplus.
Please help me to be able to help.
We do not need finances for our self we are self supporting.
Please send me ideas or if you have any connection or pray for us for Divine guidance.
I would like to help. I have a deep concern for the children of Rumania. I help through an organization called ADRA (Adventist Development and Relief Agency). Are you familiar with them? You might want to contact them to find out how to obtain what you need and to identify the need of these people to them. I am particularly concerned with prostitution of minors by parents.
Grace and Mercy and Peace be multiplied unto all who love God and Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ alone, in Sincerity and Truth.
First things first...for Divine Guidance...we must each individually truly trust and truly seek God and Christ Jesus Himself alone...with all our heart...moment by moment...until the end...as Our only Lord and Savior...and God and King...and All in All... in the only place where He truly lives...in The True Holy of Holies...in the center of our spirits...within His True Temple...the True Temple of God and Christ Jesus alone...our bodies.
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The spiritual secrets that God showed this simple faithful believer in God and Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ alone...led to many of the revivals in England and the Americas...in the 1700s and early 1800s.
Ponder these secrets in your heart like Mary the mother of Jesus...and trust no one or nobody except God and Christ Jesus alone with all your heart...and God will truly bless you.
Learn the secret of what God taught her...how to rest in Jesus for all things inwardly...as she did her outward duties...that is...learn the secret of resting in the constant inward abiding in God's Love for all things in heaven and in earth.
Experience with The Lord will teach you the rest.
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Here are 2 excellent websites...where you can get True Spiritual Guidance and Help from God. One is free website...the other is a pay website...but the books are very cheap...about $10.00 (American dollars) each on the average.
Here are some of the Perfect Poems God gave to her...may they truly bless you continuously as you trust and serve Our Lord.
The Swallow
I am fond of the swallow - I learn from her flight, Had I skill to improve it, a lesson of love: How seldom on earth do we see her alight! She dwells in the skies, she is ever above.
It is on the wing that she takes her repose, Suspended and poised in the regions of air, 'Tis not in our fields that her sustenance grows, It is wing'd like herself - 'tis ethereal fare.
She comes in the spring, all the summer she stays, And, dreading the cold, still follows the sun - So, true to our love, we should covet his rays, And the place where he shines not immediately shun.
Our light should be love, and our nourishment prayer; It is dangerous food that we find upon earth; The fruit of this world is beset with a snare, In itself it is hurtful, as vile in its birth.
'Tis rarely, if ever, she settles below, And only when building a nest for her young; Were it not for her brood, she would never bestow A thought upon anything filthy as dung.
Let us leave it ourselves ('tis a mortal abode), To bask every moment in infinite love; Let us fly the dark winter, and follow the road That leads to the dayspring appearing above.
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The Triumph of Heavenly Love Desired
Ah! reign, wherever man is found! My spouse, beloved and divine! Then I am rich, and I abound, When every human heart is thine.
A thousand sorrows pierce my soul, To think that all are not thine own: Ah! be adored from pole to pole; Where is thy zeal? arise; be known!
All hearts are cold, in every place, Yet earthly good with warmth pursue; Dissolve them with a flash of grace, Thaw these of ice, and give us new!
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A Figurative Description of the Procedure of Divine Love (In Bringing a Soul to the Point of Self-renunciation and Absolute Acquiescence)
'Twas my purpose, on a day, To embark, and sail away. As I climb'd the vessel's side, Love was sporting in the tide; "Come," he said, - ascend - make haste, Launch into the boundless waste."
Many mariners were there, Having each his separate care; They that row'd us held their eyes Fix'd upon the starry skies; Others steer'd, or turn'd the sails, To receive the shifting gales.
Love, with power divine supplied, Suddenly my courage tried; In a moment it was night, Ship and skies were out of sight; On the briny wave I lay, Floating rushes all my stay.
Did I with resentment burn At this unexpected turn? Did I wish myself on shore, Never to forsake it more? No - "My soul," I cried, "be still; If I must be lost, I will."
Next he hasten'd to convey Both my frail supports away; Seiz'd my rushes; bade the waves Yawn into a thousand graves: Down I went, and sunk as lead, Ocean closing o'er my head.
Still, however, life was safe; And I saw him turn and laugh: "Friend," he cried, "adieu! lie low, While the wintry storms shall blow; When the spring has calm'd the main, You shall rise and float again."
Soon I saw him, with dismay, Spread his plumes, and soar away; Now I mark his rapid flight; Now he leaves my aching sight; He is gone whom I adore, 'Tis in vain to seek him more.
How I trembled then and fear'd, When my love had disappear'd! "Wilt thou leave me thus," I cried, "Whelm'd beneath the rolling tide?" Vain attempt to reach his ear! Love was gone, and would not hear.
Ah! return, and love me still; See me subject to thy will; Frown with wrath, or smile with grace, Only let me see thy face! Evil I have none to fear, All is good, if thou art near.
Yet he leaves me - cruel fate! Leaves me in my lost estate - Have I sinn'd? Oh, say wherein; Tell me, and forgive my sin! King, and Lord, whom I adore, Shall I see thy face no more?
Be not angry; I resign, Henceforth, all my will to thine: I consent that thou depart, Though thine absence breaks my heart; Go then, and for ever too: All is right that thou wilt do.
This was just what Love intended; He was now no more offended; Soon as I became a child, Love return'd to me and smiled: Never strife shall more betide 'Twixt the bridegroom and his bride.
Glory to God Alone
Oh loved! but not enough-though dearer far Than self and its most loved enjoyments are; None duly loves thee, but who, nobly free From sensual objects, finds his all in thee.
Glory of God! thou stranger here below, Whom man nor knows, nor feels a wish to know; Our faith and reason are both shock'd to find Man in the post of honour - Thee behind.
Reason exclaims - "Let every creature fall, Ashamed, abased, before the Lord of all;" And faith, o'erwhelm'd with such a dazzling blaze, Feebly describes the beauty she surveys.
Yet man, dim-sighted man, and rash as blind, Deaf to the dictates of his better mind, In frantic competition dares the skies, And claims precedence of the Only wise.
Oh, lost in vanity, till once self-known! Nothing is great, or good, but God alone; When thou shalt stand before his awful face, Then, at the last, thy pride shall know his place.
Glorious, Almighty, First, and without end! When wilt thou melt the mountains and descend? When wilt thou shoot abroad thy conquering rays, And teach these atoms, thou hast made, thy praise?
Thy glory is the sweetest heaven I feel; And, if I seek it with too fierce a zeal, Thy love, triumphant o'er a selfish will, Taught me the passion, and inspires it still.
My reason, all my faculties, unite, To make thy glory their supreme delight: Forbid it, fountain of my brightest days, That I should rob thee, and usurp thy praise!
My soul! rest happy in thy low estate, Nor hope, nor wish, to be esteem'd or great, To take the impression of a will divine, Be that thy glory, and those riches thine.
Confess him righteous in his just decrees, Love what he loves, and let his pleasure please; Die daily; from the touch of sin recede; Then thou hast crown'd him, and he reigns indeed.
METHOD OF PRAYER
by Madame Guyon
C H A P T E R XVIII
ON FAULTS COMMITTED
Should we either wander among externals, or commit a fault, we must instantly turn inwards; for having departed thereby from God, we should as soon as possible turn toward Him, and suffer the penalty which He inflicts.
It is of great importance to guard against vexation on account of our faults; it springs from a secret root of pride, and a love of our own excellence; we are hurt at feeling what we are.
2. If we become discouraged, we are the more enfeebled; and from our reflections on our imperfections, a chagrin arises, which is often worse than the imperfections themselves.
The truly humble soul is not surprised at its defects or failings; and the more miserable it beholds itself, the more it abandons itself to God, and presses for a more intimate alliance with Him, seeing the need it has of his aid. We should the rather be induced to act thus, as God himself has said, "I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go; I will guide thee with mine eye." (Psalm xxxii. 8.)
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