What hurts God? What makes God sad? What do we possess that is not something a person of Heaven, a child of the kingdom would possess?
Most people in this modern era have a defeatist attitude. I can’t do this, I can’t go on, it will never work, I am all alone, it will never change. How often do we hear people say these things? Or worse, how often have we said them ourselves? God gave us a spirit of Strength and Power, not of weakness and defeat. He is sad when live defeated, it hurts him when we condemn ourselves, because He loves us. Life fearless and remember that you have not been given a spirit of doubt or pain or sorrow, but of joy , peace and strength.

Show of hands. Who here has been impaled by a sharp object.
Oh, many of you. Me too. Quite a few times, but one time in particular stands out in memory because I hadn’t listened. My dad had told me to always wear closed toe shoes when on a construction site, and I always did. But this time our house was the site and I was sick of boots, it was summer and very hot. I figured out a loop hole in the rule. I wore crocks. Now I love crocks so please no rude comments. We all know that they have holes in them. Guess what? An armload of loose equipment for the saw and one drops through the hole in my shoe. I go yikes, pull it out and keep moving, until I slip on my own blood which had filled the shoe. The tool that had gone through my shoe had stuck so deep in my foot that the pain was delayed so I didn’t know how bad it was. It was bad.

Because we didn’t listen to God Jesus had to come to earth and have tools driven into His wrists and feet. Spikes to be exact. I doubt His pain was delayed. His agony was very clear and very much our fault. Our disobedience caused it. We bought an old farm. Hence the renos. We have found many things in the dirt. Railway ties and spikes being some of them. It was an old switch house. Those spikes are probably similar to the ones they used on Jesus. I dropped one on my foot once. It hurt. A lot. I can’t imagine having those hammered into my flesh. Agony.
Jesus did that for us. That is true love.

We work so hard to make God proud, but do we work hard to make God happy?
What is thing you can think of doing today that would make God smile?
Is there a person who needs a text today?
A teddy bear you could put in your window?
A game that your kids want to play that you really, really, just don’t want to do?
Do it.
Small acts of love. That is what makes God smile.

I wonder how often we miss our guardian angels.
I was watching a Hallmark movie where guardian angels come to earth and physically befriend, and assist their, ‘assignments’.
The thing was that these angels looked and acted like angels. They were clean cut, and very kind, with perfect teeth.
I have been helped and guided by many people that God put into my life, many of which would not have brought the word ‘angel’ to mind when looking at them. Sometimes they were crass, sometimes they were dirty, they did NOT have perfect teeth, in fact sometimes they had missing teeth. But they were still angels, and I still needed them.
How often do we walk right by our guardian angels simply because they do not look like angels?