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Originally Posted by TRIPLE E
The Lord has promised us 70 years anything above that is borrowed time.
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Ps.90:9 "For all our days are passed away in thy wrath; we spend
our years as a tale that is told,
Vs.10, "The days of our years are three-score years and ten; and if
by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength
labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
According to my KJV, Moses the man of God prayed inpart this prayer.
Moses represents the law. The old covenant. The natural. The natural
is first, then the spiritual. The new Covenant was supposed to bring in
better things, better promises. Are we limited in our faith by what was
spoken by a chosen man of God under the law! We read in the OT the
verses above, so we expect 70 yrs. or 80, etc.? I have heard people say
they won't be here long because I am already -- years old.
When a child is conceived and grows to a time when it is delivered, it
passes from one small chamber unto a much larger chamber, this world!
When it comes out of the "sac" or "skin" it is in, does that mean it dies.
Why when we come out of this "skin" we are contained in, until the time
of "delivery" do we many times lose hope. Have we not passed from death
unto life! We are dying in this world but will live eternally in the world to
come, whereever that happens to be.
Just some thoughts!
Incidentally, Ps.103 not only speaks of the benefits of forgiveness
and healing, but in verse 5 speaks the mouth being satisfied with
good things; so that thy YOUTH is RENEWED like the eagle's.
There are wonderful promises in the Word of God. Faith comes by
hearing the Word of God. If we don't EAT (consume) His Word, it
cannot benefit us. As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.
We are told to be RENEWED in the spirit of our minds! If we do our
part, God will do HIS!!!!
Just some thoughts from a senior sister who never felt better in
her life, and feeling better all the time. One of these days the
inner man/woman inside will slip out of this fleshly "skin" I have
been living in, and as the old song goes:
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home, and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing thru the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer.
Blessings,
Falla39
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