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God is the final authority here, and I thank Him for you,
and allowing me to share with you in this way.
Lord, please continue to use me to do Thy Will.
Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others.
Keep me strong that I may help the weak and unsaved.
Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others.
May the Holy Spirit always continue to guide me.
I ask for your continued prayers, and please pray for each other

Bunny's Words © 1999-2004 All rights reserved

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Song Playing is: "Give Thanks" by Don Moen

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If you like the music, please support the artists by purchasing the CD.

I absolutely do not receive any monetary gain for anything.
Everything I do is freely given, as it was freely received.

The Bible says,
"whoever calls on the name of the LORD shall be saved.
(Rom 10:13). You can call out to God, saying something like this:

Jesus, I believe you are the Son of God.
I believe you died on the cross and were raised from the dead.
I know I have sinned, and need forgiveness.
I am choosing to turn from my sins,
and receive you as my personal Savior and Lord.
Thank you for saving me.

If you were able to truthfully say those words to God;
Welcome to the family of God.
You have just made the most important decision of your life.
You can be absolutely certain you are saved, and have eternal life.

Praise God!!!

In my center
All is quiet and still
As a pool of peaceful passion.
But outside I rage
My mind a storm of tumult and noise.
In my heart
I hear You
I believe You
But thoughts of doubt and despair
Clang about at the surface
Demanding to be obeyed instead.
At the core
I cherish the chance to serve You
And fill my life
With full and artful devotion
But my body grows tired
And does
At most
The least to succeed.
God
My spirit lies trapped
Crushed beneath so many human concerns.
Oh, that I could fly free
Unburdened
To enjoy to the fullest
The work You've prepared for me.
I hear the birds
Who never cease their carefree song
In their endless labor to survive.
I see the child
Aglow with faith in the impossible
As fast she watches
A miracle's dawning.
And I smell the rose
Whose sweetness need only delight
The butterfly and buzzing bee
Yet it dazzles all creation
And bids me do the same.
O Lord of Love
Let now Your peace
Your trust
Your loyalty
Flow like a rushing river from my depths
And touch every part of me
That all of me may rest
May know
May dance
Shaped after the image of Heaven's Artist
Who makes all worlds thrive with Joy.

Ray McAllister.....(19 February 2001)

A Quiet Place

I daily seek a quiet place, that's far from trouble and strife.
Where I can piece together, all the puzzles of my life.
It's there, away from TV and books, and far from the telephone,
That I can fellowship with God, just He and I alone.
And there God pours His balm of love into the life I live.
And there I find a peace and joy that only He can give.
I will not fear the circumstances I face from day to day.
For daily in my quiet place, I'm learning how to pray.

Have You Taken the Time to Really Listen

A friend came to me today and needed to talk.
As I sat listening, I wondered just how many times
I had said, "If you need me, I'm here for you."
As this friend began telling me what the problem was,
I realized, I was tuning out and turning off. As I
watched what was being written, my mind wandered.
I thought to myself, this is such a small problem
compared to what I am facing right now, why do I
waste my time? But then something was said that
grabbed me and moved me. This friend described how
much turmoil had come into her life and how she
just felt so alone. How she didn't think she
wanted to continue living. At this point, I
struggled for words to tell her, "No! That was not
the solution." I even said, "You have many who
care for you and are here for you"....see, there
it was again, that old phrase, but is it really
true? Do we just express empty words that have no
real meaning? Do we just say them because, at the
time, they seem appropriate? Do we really mean
these words? So many come to trust one another,
why we even share our deepest, darkest secrets and
at times these secrets become known to all. Is
this the way it should be?
After much time and effort, I really began to
listen and pay attention. My inner voice said,
"Hey, this time, this one is for real. She is
really serious and she has come to me because I
said I will be here for you." We talked a long
while and after much discussion, she understood,
there was someone to reach out to and someone who
would make a difference and just listen. And I
realized, it doesn't take much time or effort to
be there when a friend needs me. My troubles may
seem larger than life, but maybe, just maybe, that
one time I ignore a plea for help, is the one time it is really
needed. So, next time you say those few simple words,
"If you need me, I am here for you", think about it....
Do you really have the time and are you really there?
It may make the difference in someone else's life.

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To Grasp The Hope

If all the tears around the world combined to form
a surging stream, how deep its flowing cry would be.
If all regrets from past mistakes converged to make a single pile,
how vast a mountain we would see.
If ashes of our pain and loss were flung across the galaxy,
the stars would darken from the dust.
If, through these tears, regrets and pain,
A Voice proclaimed, "I offer hope!"

Would we have sense enough to trust?
How foolish is our frail despair if we don't use
the strength of prayer
to grasp the Hand outstretched for us.

Let neither cold, hunger, nor pain, nor the fear of them,
neither the bristling teeth of danger nor the very jaws
of death itself, prevent you from doing a good deed.

When you cry, God cries with you,
But He can only wipe your tears, If you let Him.

Colossians 3:17
And whatsoever ye do, in word or in deed,
(do) all in the name of the Lord Jesus,
giving thanks to God the Father through Him.

Holding

Holding, dreaming, warm hearts, good friends,
silent night of moon beams,
hugs enduring the tide that flows harsh
then soft as we cling to the dream
healing is within, time is everlasting,
memories whispering in the wind
holding tightly to ones that love you

By lilwolfette........copyrights reserved 2002

Life's Journey

Life is a journey through many terrains,
from gardens of pleasure to deserts of pain.
From an ocean of love to a jungle of hate,
from mountains of glory to canyons of fate.
There's a highway for joy and a highway for sorrow,
a road for today and a road for tomorrow,
So choose your path wisely and walk it with care.
if you follow your heart, you'll find your way there.
I've been to the garden and planted seeds there,
I've been to the desert and felt the despair.
I've swam in the ocean and drank of its wine,
and I've soared the skies through clouds divine.
And I've soared the skies through clouds of time
I climbed up the mountain to touch the sky,
I went to the canyon and started to cry.
I've traveled both highways, both today and tomorrow.
I've basked in the joy and wallowed in sorrow.
My path has been chosen and I've walked it with care,
I followed my heart and I'm on my way there.
So I'll just keep walking till I find what I'm after,
to mountains and oceans and gardens of laughter.

Family

I ran into a stranger as he passed by.
"Oh, excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't even watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My daughter stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked her down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
She walked away, her little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake that night in my bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger...common courtesy you use,
But the children you love, you seem to abuse.

"Look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers she brought for you.
She picked them herself, pink, yellow and blue.
She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,
And you never saw the tears in her eyes."
By this time, I felt very small
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by her bed.
"Wake up, little girl, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
She smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
She said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."

I said, "Daughter, I love you too,
And I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

The Mender

My Savior specializes in mending broken things,
He takes the heart that's shattered, and gives it songs to sing.
He pieces it together with His sweet gracious touch,
He mends the heart that's broken because He loves so much.
He mends the broken spirit, then lifts that spirit up,
And pours the oil of gladness into the upturned cup.
The broken lives He reshapes... those lives so wrecked by sin,
When in their crushed condition they turn in faith to Him.
The broken dreams that crumble to ashes at our feet,
That seemed so fair and lovely, that made life taste more sweet.
Those broken dreams He rebuilds and fashions them anew,
Then gives us faith to trust Him to see new dreams come true.
What of the broken plans then? The broken health that comes?
Is He not ever mindful when life's swift pendulum
Dashes to scattered pieces the plans that we have made?
Above it all, He whispers "I shall come to your aid."
He restores broken spirits, binds broken hearts, and dreams,
Repairs the shattered pages of lives that He redeems.
He stands ready to help us no matter what life brings
Because He specializes in mending broken things.

Bless the Lord, O my soul;
and all that is within me,
Bless His Holy name

( Psalm 103:1)

I believe that the Church has the power and opportunity
to impact this world for Christ.
I believe we could see the largest revival in history.
If all of God's people awoke and realized
they were in a battle and used every resource they had,
we could turn the tide.
We could change the nations.
When Christ returns I hope He finds faith on earth
and all of His servants working fervently to be the salt
and the light that this generation desperately needs.
There are a lot of hurting people trapped in their sins;
with Christ's compassion we can make a difference.
The pendulum has swung far enough in this nation;
it is now time for reformation and revival.
But as with all moves of God,
God is looking for a people who are ready to obey Him.
Yes, I believe we can bring revival by standing up
and doing what God,
in His Holy word has already commanded us to do.

Please Join Us in Believing Prayer:

Heavenly Father, You declared,
"Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit."
Pour out Your Spirit upon our undeserving
but desperately needy nation.
Raise up an army of prophetic missionaries
who will call America back to You.
Send a Great Awakening that will make our nation a
"light on a hill" to a world needy for Christ and Godly civil liberty.
In Jesus' Name, Amen

(Ezr 9:9; Ps 80:17-19; Ps 85:all;
Rom 4:17-22; Rev 15:4).

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Let neither cold, hunger, nor pain,
nor the fear of them,
neither the bristling teeth of danger
nor the very jaws of death itself,
prevent you from doing a good deed.

Little pot, do not call the kettle black
until you have been in the fire as long as he has.

Heaven

Some years ago an evangelist announced that
he would speak the following Sunday on "Heaven."
It was to be broadcast on radio.
During that week he received a letter
from an old man who was very ill.
Here is part of that letter.

Next Sunday you are to talk about Heaven.
I am interested in that land because
I have held a clear title to a bit
of property there for over 55 years.
I did not buy it.
It was given to me without money and without price.
But the donor purchased it for me at a tremendous sacrifice.
I am not holding it for speculation since the title is nontransferable.
It is not a vacant lot.
For more than a half-century I have been sending material
out of which the greatest architect and builder
of the universe has been building a home for me,
which will never need to be repaired because
it will suit me perfectly, individually, and will never grow old.
Termites can never undermine its foundation
for it rest upon the Rock of Ages.
Fire cannot destroy it.
Floods cannot wash it away.
No locks or bolts will ever be placed upon its doors,
for no vicious person can ever enter that land
where my dwelling stands, now almost completed
and ready for me to enter it and abide in peace
eternally without fear of being ejected.
There is a valley of deep shadow between the place
where I live in California and that to which I shall journey
in a very short time. I cannot reach my home in the
City of GOD without passing through the dark valley of shadows.
But I am not afraid, because the best friend that I have ever had
went through the same valley alone, a long, long time ago
and drove away all the gloom.
He stuck by me through thick and thin since we first met
and became acquainted 55 years ago,
and I hold His promise in printed form,
never to forsake nor to leave me alone.
He will be with me as I walk through the valley of shadows,
and I shall not lose my way when He is with me.
I hope the hear your sermon on "Heaven"
next Sunday from my home,
but I have no assurance that I shall be able to do so.
My ticket to heaven has no date marked for the journey,
no return coupon and no permit for baggage.
Yes, I am ready to go and may not be here while you are talking
next Sunday, but I shall meet you there someday.

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Life's Clock

The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power
to tell just where the hands will stop, at late or early hour.
To lose one's wealth is sad indeed. To lose one's health is more.
To lose one's soul is such a loss as no man can restore.
The present only is our own. Live, love, and toil with a will
Place no faith in tomorrow for the clock may then be still.

Prayer Of Spouses For Each Other

Lord Jesus, grant that I and my spouse may have
a true and understanding love for each other.
Grant that we may both be filled with faith and trust.
Give us the grace to live with each other in peace and harmony.
May we always bear with one another's weaknesses
and grow from each other's strengths.
Help us to forgive one another's failings
and grant us patience, kindness, cheerfulness
and the spirit of placing the well-being
of one another ahead of self.
May the love that brought us together grow
and mature with each passing year.
Bring us both ever closer to You
through our love for each other.
Let our love grow to perfection.
Amen.

What Cancer Cannot Do

Cancer is so limited...
It cannot cripple Love
It cannot shatter Hope
It cannot corrode Faith
It cannot destroy Peace
It cannot kill Friendship
It cannot suppress Memories
It cannot silence Courage
It cannot invade the Soul
It cannot steal eternal Life
It cannot conquer the Spirit.

If an incurable disease has invaded your life,
refuse to let it touch your spirit.
Your body can be severely afflicted
and you may have a great struggle.
If you keep trusting God's love,
your spirit will remain strong.

Why must I bear this pain? I cannot tell,
I only know my Lord does all things well.
And so I trust in God, my all in all,
for He will bring me through, whatever befall.

Life can be tiring and frustrating at times!
Come to me when you are worn down,
stressed out, with circumstances and burdens
that are weighing you down.
I will give you rest!

Love, Your God of Peace and Rest

Matthew 11:28-30
John 10:10

Jesus said, " If you are ashamed of me, I will be
ashamed of you before my Father."

Pass this on...only if you mean it. Yes, I do love God.
He is my source of existence and Savior. He keeps me
functioning each and everyday. Without Him, I will be
nothing. Without Him, I am nothing, but with Him I
can do all things through Christ that strengthens me.
(Phil 4:13)

While walking through the woods one day,
I was surprised to hear a child's voice.
I followed the sound, trying in vain to
understand the child's words.
When I spotted a boy perched on a rock,
I realized why his words had made no sense:
He was repeating the alphabet.

"Why are you saying your ABC's so many times?"
I asked him. The child replied, "I'm saying my prayers."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Prayers?
All I hear is the alphabet."
Patiently the child explained,
"Well, I don't know all the words,
so I give God the letters.
He knows what I'm trying to say.

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Will You Be a Victim or a Victor?

A boy grew up never hearing a word of praise.
One day he helped a neighbor woman with her chores
and she paid him a compliment, his first one.
When he returned home that day,
he asked his Dad why he never said anything
encouraging to him. He was told "It's not in my nature.
Why would you ask such a stupid question?"
Years later, the boy had become a man
and now had a family of his own.
In spite of his upbringing, he had risen above it
and decided that life was too precious
to allow the past to corrode his future.
One day, a blind beggar came to the door
seeking food and lodging.
Immediately, the son recognized his father
who had tried to mar his life.
He did not let on that he knew, however,
but told the beggar that if he stayed in his home
he must never utter a curse again but only blessing.
The beggar said, "This is not part of my nature
but I will try to do as you ask?"
It was many days before the beggar spoke
after being told this. Several times, over the years
the beggar had to be corrected not to utter cursings
in his comments, but gradually you could see
a change coming over the man who had
once been so negative to all around him.
Finally, the beggar was on his deathbed and expressed
a wish to the one who had taken him in all these years.
"I wish I could find my son who I have treated so badly
by always cursing him instead of speaking blessings,
but I don't know where he is. I would like to bless him
just once before I die. The son was overcome with emotion
and hugged his Dad as he told him,
"I am your long-lost son."
The father, too, was overcome with joy at being
able to make restitution for all those years of
negative upbringing for his son.
He laid his hand upon
his son and blessed him before he passed away.
In real life, turnaround is not always possible as it was here.
Unforgiveness, premature death of a person,
and many other reasons can bring lack of closure
when things have not been done right
whether it is abuse, neglect or whatever.

We all have a choice to carry on "the curse"
we have received and pass it on to all who cross our path
whether we mean to or not.
We don't have to tell anyone what has happened to us,
but it will affect every relationship until it is resolved through
forgiveness. What is your choice today?
Will you choose to let what has happened
color the rest of your life in a bad way?
Will you allow the "victim mentality"
to vaporize all the happiness you could be experiencing?
Many people do this very thing.
But there is another choice if you will take it.
God is waiting for you to turn your hurts over to him,
whatever they are. He knows, and you know,
that it is too much for you to carry all your life without resolution.
If you will let Him, Jesus specializes in mending hearts
broken by years of hurt and abuse.
Here is a prayer you can use if you wish to help you,
or you can make up your own.

"Father, I ask you to cleanse me of the hurts in my life.
I accept your Son Jesus as my Savior and acknowledge
I have sinned against You.
Take the unforgiveness, the hurts, that wrench my soul
and replace them with Your peace.
Thank you. In Jesus' Name Amen.

In I John 1:9 the Bible states:
"If we confess our sins,
He is faithful and just to cleanse us from all unrighteousness."
You can become a victor rather than a victim of circumstances.
You have a right to continue on as you have been doing in your life
if you want to. God cares about you
and what you are going through,
but you must make the choice to make the change.
It will not be an easy road, perhaps,
but He promises to "never leave or forsake you.
What is your choice today:
To perpetuate the curse upon your life from your past
by being a victim or allowing God to change
"the curse" into a life of blessing and peace?

by Dan Langerock

Grandpa

A frail old man went to live with his son,
daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight blurred,
and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands
and failing sight made eating difficult.
Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
"We must do something about Grandfather,"
said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk,
noisy eating, and food on the floor."
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two,
his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction,
sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him
were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper,
the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"
Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
"Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama
to eat your food in when I grow up."
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.
Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand
and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family.
And for some reason, neither husband nor wife
seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped,
milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
Children are remarkably perceptive.
Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen,
and their minds ever process the messages they absorb.
If they see us patiently provide a happy home
atmosphere for family members,
they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.

The wise parent realizes that everyday the building blocks
are being laid for the child's future.
Let's be wise builders and role models.

Sometimes my cross is hard to bear,
for there is darkness everywhere.
And troubles pile around my door,
like autumn leaves forevermore.
The morning light seems far away,
like I am stuck in yesterday.
My heart is beating like a drum,
I try to pray, but words won't come.
But then the sun begins to rise,
and hope is born within my eyes.
A rainbow forms among my tears,
my faith is stronger than my fears!

We shall do much in the years to come,
but what have we done today?
We shall give our gold in princely sum,
but what did we give today?

We shall lift the heart and dry the tear.
We shall plant a hope in the heart of fear.
We shall speak the words of love and cheer,
but what did we speak today?

We shall be so kind in the after while,
but what have we been today?
We shall bring each lonely life a smile,
but what have we brought today?
We shall give to truth a grander birth,
and to steadfast faith a deeper worth.
We shall feed the hungering souls of earth,
but whom have we fed today?

We shall reap such joys in the by and by,
but what have we sown today?
We shall build us mansions in the sky,
but what have we built today?
'Tis sweet in idle dreams to bask,
but here and now do we do our task?
Yes, this is the thing our souls must ask,
what have we done today?

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He Keeps The Key

Is there some door closed by the Father's hand
which widely opened you had hoped to see?
Trust God and wait--for when He shuts the door
He keeps the key.
Is there some earnest prayer unanswered yet,
or answered NOT as you had thought 'it would be?
God will make clear His purpose by-and-by.
He keeps the key.
Have patience with your God, your patient God,
all wise, all knowing, no long tarried He,
and of the door of all thy future life
He keeps the key.
Unfailing comfort, sweet and blessed rest,
To know of every door
He keeps the key.
That He at last when just HE sees 'tis best,
Will give it to Thee.

Known Wisdom

When you do all the talking, you only learn what you already know.
When your head begins to swell, your mind stops growing.
There is no chemical solution to a spiritual problem.
If you find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn't lead anywhere
Fear is the absences of faith.
The task ahead of us is never as great as the power behind us.
We are not human beings having spiritual experiences; we are spiritual beings
having human experiences, we're responsible for the effort not the outcome.
The first step in overcoming mistakes is to admit them.
Have a good day unless of course “you” have made other plans.
Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm.
Formula for failure: try to please everyone if faith without works is dead,
then .........willingness without action is fantasy.
Anger is but one letter away from danger. Minds are like parachutes----they
won't work unless they're open...it is not the experience of today that drives
people mad----it is the remorse or bitterness for something which happened
yesterday and the dread of what tomorrow may bring.
If God seems far away, who moved?
When man listens, God speaks.
When man obeys, God works.
Get out of the driver's seat...let God drive, the results are in God's hands.
Remember nothing is going to happen today that you and God can't handle.

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In this Psalm,
David is remembering what it was like
to have the joy of the Lord.
He had experienced it before, and desperately wanted
to have it completely restored in him again.
"Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation,
and uphold me with thy free spirit"
Psalm 51:12

Your Weather Forecast

Your weather forecast for tomorrow
Calls for rest from darkest night
Sunshine love to end your sorrow
Casting far your gloom with light.
Full it flows with warming splendor
Easing blow of coldness wild
So expect through day's Defender
Temperatures serene and mild.
Then amid your land of wonder
Watch for mist of Spirit rain
Cool and fresh, no thrash of thunder.
What a gift to grow life's grain.
And should the storm with fierceness rise
Ever shines Heaven's tenderest art
Soft His promises so wise
Soar as rainbows through your heart.

God is good........Ray McAllister.

Reflections

In the sunset of my life as time is winding down..
I reflect on things I’ve done while time may still be found!
Did I show my Savior’s love or cast on Him disdain?
Did I honor the Lord above or shame His holy name?
Did I offend someone, some way? Or cause someone to sin?
Did I bring joy to them or make of them a friend?
Did I take some time somewhere along the way,
To show someone my love or take the time to pray?
Have I been a light to someone on their way?
Or have I been preoccupied with things that make my day?
Could I have been more gentle with those I love so dear?
Especially with the little ones and hold them oh so near!
Will the Lord be pleased with me If He should come today?
Or would He hide His face and send my soul away?
I’ve tried to be faithful! I did my very best.
I trusted Him to guide me and He has done the rest!

We don't always have to be strong,
to have strength. Sometimes our strength
is expressed in being vulnerable. Sometimes
we need to fall apart to regroup and stay
on track. We all have days when we cant
push any harder, cannot hold back self
doubt, cannot stop focusing on fear,
cannot be strong.
There are days when we cannot focus on
being responsible. Occasionally, we don't
want to get out of our pajamas.
Sometimes we cry in front of people.
We expose our tiredness, irritability, or anger.
Those days are okay....they are just okay.
Part of taking care of ourselves means
we give ourselves permission to
"fall apart" when we need to.
We don't need to be perpetual
towers of strength. We are strong.
We have proven that.
Our strength will continue if we allow
ourselves the courage to feel scared,
weak and vulnerable when we
need to experience those feeling.
Today, help me to know that it is okay
to allow myself to be human. Help me
not to feel guilty or punish myself
when I need to "fall apart."

"If Children Live"

If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn and be judgmental.
If children live with hostility, they learn to be angry and fight.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to be shy and withdrawn.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty
If children live with tolerance, they learn to be patient.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with praise, they learn to appreciate.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with acceptance and friendship, they learn to find love in the world.

May God Bless You.

May God Bless you with unspeakable joy,
not only in the world to come, but in this world also.
May your path be bright and full of light everywhere you go.
May God tell darkness that it must flee at your command.
And, I pray your feet will never stumble out of God's plan.
May the desires of your heart come true,
and may you experience Peace in everything you do.
May Goodness, Kindness, and Mercy come your way.

What Is Your Season?

“To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the Heaven…”

Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NKJV)

The Lord gave me a word today about seasons
as I walked a trail alongside the river at the base of a mountain.
The air was crisp and cool and the leaves had fallen from the trees
giving the landscape a stark, barren look.
Fall is giving way to winter here in the mountains
and the first snows have already come.
The Lord told me that fall is a season of dying.
Fall begins when we start to walk with Jesus.
It is a time when the old self dies along
with all our old habits and thought patterns.
Fall can also come at other times in our lives.
Sometimes, the Lord finds it necessary to purge us
of things that have entered our lives that are displeasing to Him.
In contrast to the astonishing beauty that ushers in fall
is the inevitable starkness that follows.
The trees are stripped of dead leaves.
In the same way, negative thought patterns
and behavior fall from us.
Sometimes friends and associates are removed from us.
But remember, like the barren trees,
although our lives may appear bleak,
our core, our spirit, our essential self is still alive.
Winter is a season of waiting and renewing.
There is nothing whiter than snow except the garments
of our Lord’s righteousness that He cloaks us in.
During this season, He protects and nurtures us
in the same way that the snow blankets the earth.
Beneath this snowy protection,
we grow strong and allow the seeds of faith to germinate.
Winter is also a time of hibernation.
It is a time to remove ourselves from the world,
get deep into the word while fasting and praying.
Under the blanket of His righteousness and protection,
we begin to grow in the things of the Lord
in preparation for the next season.
Spring bursts forth and is a time of new beginnings and revival.
In the spring of our lives, we are ready to manifest
the new self that God was working on during the winter of our lives.
In the spring, we begin to bud and flower.
Like the birds, our spirit begins to sing of God’s goodness and mercy.
We are new creations, ready to glorify Jesus.
The gifts of the spirit have had time to germinate
and grow within us, we have put aside the old man
and with Jesus, we are ready to be all that
we were meant to be in His kingdom.
Summer comes and during that season
in our lives we are in full flower.
Oh, what a glorious time the summer of our lives are!
It is a time when we bask in the glory of the risen Christ
and we glow with His Jesus light.
During the summer of our lives,
we walk in His anointing and according to His will.
We are in step with the Master
because we hear His voice and obey Him.
The summer of our lives brings forth manifestations
of power and miracles.

According to John 14:10;
“the Father who lives continually in me does His works,
His own miracles, deeds of power.”
And, Jesus goes on to say in verse 12:
“I assure you, most solemnly I tell you,
if anyone steadfastly believes in Me,
he will himself be able to do the things that I do;
and he will do even greater things than these,
because I go to the Father.” (Amplified)
That is the summer of our lives, when we do His works,
His miracles and deeds of power.
Notice, that the Lord did not qualify who the “he” is.
His promises are for all who take up the cross and believe.
Therefore, this promise is not for all Christians but only for
those who have mountain-moving faith.
Are you ready for God’s promises in the Bible?
Then take up the cross and follow Him!

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A second of the clock is ticking away,
never to be back again this day.
For now it will be forever lost,
never again, what was the cost?
What did you loose in that second?
Was it worth your time?
Did it really mean that much?
For that second again, you will never touch.
So use your seconds wisely dear,
for never again will they appear,
For bits and pieces of time slowly drift away,
Never in your life again to stay.
So hold each one to your heart,
each precious second before you part.
Make your life the best today,
Before those seconds tick away.

Do not be anxious about anything,
but in everything, by prayer and petition,
with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding,
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:6 and 7

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If One Day...

If one day you feel like crying...
Call me.
I don't promise that I will make you laugh, But I can cry with you.

If one day you want to run away- Don't be afraid to call me.
I don't promise to ask you to stop...
But I can run with you.

If one day you don't want to listen to anyone...
Call me.
I promise to be there for you.
And I promise to be very quiet.

But if one day you call...
And there is no answer...
Come fast to see me.
Maybe I need you.

There are days when I am feeling down
And I don't know what to do
Sometimes its hard to face the day
Much less see it through
Though up above be cloudy sky
And it seems the sun's not there
My Lord and God is with me
He upholds me in His care.
There is peace and there is comfort
Knowing I have caring friends
Help me to my feet Dear Lord
So I can call them once again

I Found Love In The Rearview Mirror.

Over the weekend, my wife,
the boys and I were running errands in the minivan.
But neither Jeremy nor Matthew had slept well the night before
so they were exhausted.
During the ride, Matthew's head started to bob
as he fought to keep his eyes open.
Soon, though, he fell asleep and his head dropped to the left,
next to Jeremy.
At the same time, Jeremy, who was almost asleep himself,
saw his brother sleeping and moved to the right
to support Matthew's head with his shoulder.
And, in a moment that will never leave me,
he turned and gently kissed the top of Matthew's head,
not knowing I was watching.
And, that's where I began to worry.
Because I knew that no matter how hard I tried,
no matter what I wrote, I would never be able to capture
that sacred, perfect moment when my sons
became something else,
something deeper than what we know.
Something that sits quietly behind what we see
waiting patiently for us to discover it.
Something that can be found in awkward first kisses,
mothers rocking their newborn babies,
husbands whispering their wives' names,
and the quiet moments of courage and caring
that happen all around and within us.
But, no matter how much I worry,
I can't stop searching for the words.
Because love wouldn't have it any other way.

A saint's life is in the hands of God
like a bow and arrow in the hands of an archer.
God is aiming at something the saint cannot see,
but our Lord continues to stretch and strain,
and every once in a while the saint says,
I can't take anymore.
Yet God pays no attention;
He goes on stretching until His purpose is in sight,
and then He lets the arrow fly.
Entrust yourself to God's hand.

Disaster occurs in your life when you lack the mental composure
that comes from establishing yourself on the eternal truth
that God is Holy love.

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Old rugged cross, is the tree that reminds me of the
most moving story, the love story of all time.

Because of such love, in this Gospel, seek I the rugged faith.

Compare it to a rugged Bible.
If read as much as one eats, it should be full of handwritten notes
and marks, highlighted texts, and cornered pages.

If taken around as much as one moves, it should be full of
wrinkles on every single page, folded by the sides and edges,
and scarred with cuts and tears.

There's something beautiful about an old rugged paper.
Those wrinkles show beauty that only Christian would know.

That beauty is due to the fact that it has withstood the trials of life.
Against the wear and tear, it has proved itself faithful and strong,
overcoming the tests that has destroyed some thinner papers.

Such is a rugged faith, that has withstood the tests of life,
against all kinds of sufferings,
overcoming them with hope and faith in Christ.
The wrinkles on the pages show the wisdom learned of experience,
that only the young and the foolish would mock of.
It shows the gentle toughness that tells us that it shall withstand
continuous tests of faith.

Yea, such rugged faith I seek and desire
and thus welcomes the sufferings that
come along with believing in Christ.
For nothing shall tear me apart as I become
more and more wrinkled because God
shall add more strength within the wrinkles.

Aye, a rugged faith I seek.
Aye, a rugged Bible I desire.
Aye, a rugged cross I see...

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A 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;
you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
as I use 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 man'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!!

Index	Ten	Twenty	Thirty
One	Eleven	Twenty-One	Remembering One
Two	Twelve	Twenty-Two	Remembering Two
Three	Thirteen	Twenty-Three	Remembering Three
Four	Fourteen	Twenty-Four	Animals One
Five	Fifteen	Twenty-Five	Animals Two
Six	Sixteen	Twenty-Six	Animals Three
Seven	Seventeen	Twenty-Seven	Heroes
Eight	Eighteen	Twenty-Eight	Holidays
Nine	Nineteen	Twenty-Nine

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