2025: My Earlier Memes

    Lost Treasure

    Most of these memes are so old they’ve become 95% invisible on my site. So I’m bringing them out of the shadows once again. My Scripture choices may surprise you. Perhaps some verses may be unfamiliar, especially #5.

    Enjoy the image I paired with each quote.

    Be my rock of refuge. for you are my rock and my fortress. (Psalm 71:3 NIV)

    A sea turtle swimming under water. "For in him we live and move and have our being."

    For in him we live and move and have our being. (Acts 17:28)

    The sea turtle is surrounded by the ocean, just like we are surrounded by God’s invisible presence and awareness.

    Like a city whose walls are broken through, is a person who lacks self-control. (Proverbs 25:28 NIV)

    I have great self-control in some ways and none at all in others. Back in Biblical times a stone wall around a city made a great defense, Until, that is, someone climbed over, tunneled under or knocked a hole in it.

    A sheep walking on a stony dike on the edge of the North Sea.

    I have strayed like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I have not forgotten your commands. (Psalm 119:176 NIV)

    This lost sheep is wise enough to cry to the shepherd for help.

    A Muslim pilgrimage at night, heading for a mosque.

    The Lord Almighty will bless them, saying, “Blessed be Egypt my people, Assyria my handiwork and Israel my inheritance. (Isaiah 19:25) 

    Isaiah’s prophesy is talking about the Muslim people. More are coming to Christ now, than in the previous 14 centuries. Read Isaiah 19:19-25 NIV.

    A woman wearing a pretty blue scarf wrapped around her head and face, standing in the desert.

    She gave this name to the Lord who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me.” (Spoken by Sarai’s slave, Hagar, in Genesis 16:13 NIV)

    No one notices a slave. But God saw and comforted Hagar in the wilderness. Perhaps she was the first Egyptian to follow the God of her master Abraham.

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    A life devoted to things is a dead life, a stump; a God-shaped life is a flourishing tree. (Proverbs 11:28 MSG)

    I love the Message translation of this verse.

    An old-fashioned, cobbled village street at night.

    Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.

    It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep. (Psalm 127:1-2 ESV)

    A metal lightbulb man, plugging himself into the wall socket.

    …apart from me you can do nothing. (These are the last few words of John 15:5 NIV)

    I downloaded all these images from Pixabay.com.

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