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The will of God
Posted On 01/12/2007 13:42:12
The will of God will never take you,
Where the grace of God cannot keep you,
Where the arms of God cannot support you,
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs,
Where the power of God cannot endow you.
 The will of God will never take you,
Where the Spirit of God cannot work through you,
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you,
Where the army of God cannot protect you,
Where the hands of God cannot mold you.
 The will of God will never take you,
Where the love of God cannot enfold you,
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you,
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears,
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.
 The will of God will never take you,
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears,
Where the Word of God cannot feed you,
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you,
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.
 "Everything happens for a purpose. We may not see
the wisdom of it all now, but trust and believe
in the Lord that everything is for the best."
 The way to be anxious about nothing is to
be prayerful about everything.

Have a blessed day
Posted On 01/12/2007 13:40:05
  Have you ever felt like God couldn't use you?
Please consider the following ...
Noah was a drunk
Abraham was too old
Isaac was a daydreamer
Jacob was a liar
Leah was ugly
Joseph was abused
Moses had a stuttering problem
Gideon was afraid
Samson had long hair and was a womanizer
Rahab was a prostitute
Jeremiah and Timothy were too young
David had an affair and was a murderer
Elijah was suicidal
Isaiah preached naked
Jonah ran from God
Naomi was a widow
Job went bankrupt
John the Baptist ate bugs
Peter denied Christ
The Disciples fell asleep while praying
Martha worried about everything
The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once
Zaccheus was too small
Paul was too religious
Timothy had an ulcer...AND
Lazarus was dead!

No more excuses now. God can use you to your full potential.
Besides you aren't the message, you are just the messenger.

1. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.
2. Dear God, I have a problem, it's me.
3. Growing old is inevitable, growing UP is optional.
4. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
5. Silence is often misinterpreted but never misquoted.
6. Do the math, count your blessings.
7. Faith is the ability to not panic.
8. Laugh every day, it's like inner jogging.
9. If you worry, you didn't pray. If you pray, don't worry.
10. As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home everyday.
11. Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape.
12. The most important things in your house are the people.

A Stranger
Posted On 01/12/2007 13:37:00
A stranger came by the other day with an offer that set me to thinking.  He wanted to buy the old barn that sits out by the highway.  I told him right off he was crazy.  He was a city type, you could tell by his clothes, his car, his hands, and the way he talked.  He said he was driving by and saw that beautiful barn sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to know if it was for sale.  I told him he had a funny idea of beauty. 

Sure, it was a handsome building in its day.  Then, there has been many winters pass with their snow, ice, and howling wind.  The summer sun's beat down on that old barn till all the paint's gone, and the wood has turned silver gray.  Now the old building leans a good deal, looking somewhat tired.  Yet, that fellow called it beautiful. 

That set me to thinking.  I walked out to the field and just stood there, gazing at that old barn.  The stranger said he planned to use the lumber to line the walls of his den in a new country home he is building down the road.  He said you could not get paint that beautiful.  Only years of standing in the weather, bearing the storms and scorching sun, only that can produce beautiful barn wood. 
It came to me then.  We are a lot like that, you and I.  Only it is on the inside that the beauty grows with us.  Sure, we turn silver gray too... and lean a bit more than we did when we were young and full of sap.  However, the Good Lord knows what He is doing.  In addition, as the years pass He is busy using the hard wealth of our lives, the dry spells, and the stormy seasons, to do a job of beautifying our souls that nothing else can produce.  In addition, to think how often folks holler because they want life easy! 

They took the old barn down today and hauled it away to beautify a rich man's house.  In addition, I reckon someday you and I will be hauled off to Heaven to take on whatever chores the Good Lord has for us on the Great Sky Ranch. 

In addition, I suspect we will be more beautiful then for the seasons we have been through here... and just maybe even add a bit of beauty to our Father's house. 

May today there be peace within you. 

May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. 

"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”

~Author Unknown

Friends are God's way of taking care of us.
Posted On 12/11/2006 14:00:58
"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."
This was written by a Hospice of Metro Denver physician.
I just had one of the most amazing experiences of
my life, and wanted to share it with my family and dearest friends:
I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast  into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over.
Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it looked like she
slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay. When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her.
It was a nickel.
At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.
I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying "I don't want my kids to see me
crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car.
She said she was driving to
California and that
things were very hard for her right now.
So I asked, "And you were praying?” That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."
I took out my card and swiped it through the card
reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to
 the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of
food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee.
She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and
talking a little.
She told me her name, and that she lived in
Kansas City.
Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet.
 She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in
California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.
So she packed up everything she owned in the car.
She told the kids they were going to
California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.
I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road.
As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an angel or something?"
This definitely made me cry.
I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are
really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."
It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my
car it started right away and got me home with no problem.
I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that
you can hear the flutter of their wings...
Psalms 55:22 “Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and
He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."

This prayer is powerful and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards.
Let's continue to pray for one another.
Here is the prayer:
"Father, I ask you to bless my children, friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now.
Show them a new revelation of your love and
power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their
spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace.
Jesus' precious name. Amen."

An Old Lady's Poem
Posted On 12/07/2006 15:26:02

This is my favorite poem.  I would always read this poem on the first day of class when I was a Nursing Assistant Instructor. Warning you may need tissue

An Old Lady's Poem

What do you see, nurses, what do you see? What are you thinking when you're looking at me? A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes? Who dribbles her food and makes no reply When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe... Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill...Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse:            &nb sp;                         &nb sp;                         &nb sp;                         &nb sp;                       LOOK AT ME!
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.I'm a small child of ten...with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another.A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet, Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.A bride soon at twenty... my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.At twenty-five now, I have young of my own, Who need me to guide, and a secure happy home.A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last.At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my husband's beside me to see I don't mourn.At fifty once more, babies play round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead; I look at the future, I shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I've known. I'm now an old woman... and nature is cruel; 'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool. The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I'm loving and living life over again. I think of the years... all too few, gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.So open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman; look closer...see ME!!

As I Pray for You
Posted On 12/06/2006 18:14:05

I asked the Lord to bless you
As I prayed for you today,
To guide you and protect you
As you go along your way...

His love is always with you
His promises are true,
And when we give Him all our faith
He's sure to see us through.

So when the road you're traveling on
Seems difficult at best...
Just remember I'm here praying
And God will do the rest.

May God Smile On You Every Day

I Wish You Enough...
Posted On 12/06/2006 14:51:54

I wish you enough  


I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.

 Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, "I love you and I wish you enough".

 The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough.  Your love is all I ever needed.  I wish you enough, too, Mom".

They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking,  "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?".

Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?".

"I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said.

"When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?".

She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone". She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. "When we said , 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them".  Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory. I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
            &nb sp;                         &nb sp;                         &nb sp;                         &nb sp;                        I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.   
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

She then began to cry and walked away.
 They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them.


To all my friends and loved ones  I WISH YOU ENOUGH..... 

Cell Phone vs. Bible
Posted On 12/06/2006 14:38:20

Cell Phone vs. Bible 

I wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cell phones.
What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets
What if we turned back to go get it if we for got it
What if we flipped through it several times a day
What if we used it to receive messages from the text
What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it

What if we gave it to kids as gifts
What if we used it as we traveled
What if we used it in case of an emergency
What if we upgraded it to get the latest version
I was thinking on my way home, got touched by the spirit, so I wrote this so you can hear it. It’s just something to think about. 

Something to make you say hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, and where is my Bible?

Santa's Secret Prayer
Posted On 11/28/2006 15:46:50



On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise And said as he sat on Santa's broad knee, "I want your secret. Tell it to me."
He leaned up and whispered in Santa's good ear

"How do you do it, year after year? I want to know how, as you travel about, Giving gifts here and there, you never run out. How is it, Dear Santa, that in your pack of toys You have plenty for all of the world's girls and boys? Stay so full, never empties, as you make your way From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large and small, From nation to nation, reaching them all?"

And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy, "Don't ask me hard questions. Don't you want a toy?"

But the child shook his head, and Santa could see That he needed the answer. "Now listen to me,"

He told that small boy with the light in his eyes, "My secret will make you sadder and wise.
The truth is that my sack is magic. Inside It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride. But although I do visit each girl and each boy I don't always leave them a gaily-wrapped toy. Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad, Some homes are desperate, and some homes are bad. Some homes are broken, and the children there grieve. Those homes I visit, but what should I leave? My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff, But for homes where despair lives toys aren't enough. So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy, And I pray with them that they'll be given the joy Of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit that lives
In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives.

If only God hears me and answers my prayer, When I visit next year, I will find there, Homes filled with peace, with giving, and love, Boys and girls gifted with light from above.
It's a very hard task, my smart little brother, To give toys to some, and to give prayers to others. But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed;
For God has a way of meeting each need. That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth, is that my sack is magic. And that is the truth. In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day More love than a Santa could ever give away. The sack never empties of love, or of joys Cause inside it are prayers, and hope. Not just toys.
The more that I give, the fuller it seems, Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams. And do you know something? You've got a sack, too. It's as magic as mine, and it's inside of you. It never gets empty; it's full from the start. It's the center of light and love. It's your heart. And if on this Christmas you want to help me Don't be so concerned with the gifts `near your tree. Open that sack called your heart, and share Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care."

The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing. "Thanks for your secret. I've got to be going."

"Wait, little boy," Said Santa, "don't go.
Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you know?"

And just for a moment the small boy stood still, Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered, "I will."

Author Unknown

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