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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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In the autumn of my life. I sit alone and wonder why
I no longer see the stars or the moon up in the sky.
Why are the nights so dark?
When did my passion disappear?
Once again I feel I'm lost, and I'm left with just a tear.
I feel as though so many dreams are left undone
and I have so many goals never to be won.
Is this the closing of a book, or just the turning of a page?
Am I near the ending of my seasons
or just going through another stage?

Sometimes I feel so old,
other times I get the impression that it's only winter
coming on that puts me in a deep depression.

I was a babe in wintertime,
but oh ...the joys I had in spring.
I remember all the years when
I was such a pretty young thing.

Now it's the autumn of my life.
My favorite season's always been the fall.
Looking back upon my past,
it's been the most precious time of all.
But there's a chill wind blowing in.
Soon it will be winter once again
When winter fades away...will I be gone by then?

by Joanne Gabbiash..........September 15, 2002

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A Voice

There is a voice and it will sing for you
if you only have the time.
It has a different perspective of all that you perceive
if you only have the time.
It sees through your walls and into your very worst fears
if you only have the time.
It will speak with you about what you need
rather than merely about what you think you want,
if you only have the time.
And when it calls for you,
will you invite it in with the following feelings?
Yonder light shining bright come within all that I know.
Lighten my past transgressions as you
banish all the shadows of yesterday's mistakes.
Make them nothing more than stepping stones
to all of my tomorrows.
Help me to understand what I need to learn
rather than what I want.
Assist me in rediscovering my hopes and dreams
and the reasons for them.
Illuminate my pathways so that I will know
which one to choose,
While I also realize that when I make another mistake
I'll learn from it and try again.

dennis j hopkins..........mrseven@netropolis.net

Remind Me God

Dear God
When I am lonely and, perhaps I feel despair.
Let not my ailing heart forget, that You hear every prayer.
Remind me that no matter what I do or fail to do,
There still is hope for as long as I have faith in YOU.
Let not my eyes be blinded by some folly I commit.
But help me to regret my wrong and to make up for it.
Inspire me to put my fears upon a hidden shelf,
And in the future never to be sorry for myself.
Give me the restful sleep I need before another dawn,
And Bless me in the morning with
The courage to go on.

The Road Map

Every night when I lie in bed I talk to God in my way,
I thank Him for His blessings, but especially for today.
Many years have now gone past since I was first struck down.
I've wondered why I made it through and why I'm still around.
I've never questioned why it was or what He had me do.
I only know there is a plan and I will see it through.
They say we're given mountains that we must always climb.
But He'll never give you a problem that can't be solved with time.
Just look at every setback as a test of His true love.
And know that He is always there watching from above.
You may not get the answer that you were praying for.
But you can find your way out by just looking for the door.
For when that door is opened, and GOD'S love fills up your heart.
Then you will know what true love is and you'll never more depart.
Remember, you are special. Just follow all HIS signs.
Go travel life's long highway always stay between the lines.
Dedicated to all those who have asked Why?

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For the LORD God is a sun and shield:
the LORD will give grace and glory:
No good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.
O, LORD of hosts,
Blessed is the man that trusteth in Thee.
Psalm 84:11-12

God loves you. He knows everything about you.
The Bible says that there is joy in Heaven
over one sinner that repenteth. through His Son,
He has made you a child and joint heir of His riches.
And like a good father, He takes great care of His children.
He protects, comforts, provides, teaches, nurtures,
guides, loves, and desires your good.
God is your Father!

Because Jesus has paid the debt for your sin,
you are now free to worship God and to get to know Him.
If you want Him to, He will do the impossible in your life.
The Christian life is not complicated at all when
it is lived as found in the Bible which is God's Holy word.
Don't be mistaken, this is not the easy life,
but it is one filled with joy and peace
that comes from Almighty God Himself.

Remember that you walk simultaneously
in the realm of the spiritual and the temporal.
You are in the presence and care of God whether
you are cooking dinner or sitting in a church pew.
Whether you are praying or washing your car.
Being a Christian is a lifestyle that affects every area of your life.
If you walk with God (do things His way), you will be Blessed.
Jesus said, "Whosoever loves Me keeps My commandments."
If you are a serious disciple of Jesus Christ, you will do His will.

Here is something that you must do to live victoriously in Jesus.
Read the Bible everyday.
The Bible is God's word.
This is how He talks to you.
It is like no other book in the entire world, it is living.
Pray before you pick it up. Some of you may not know how to pray.
It is simply talking to God.
Make sure you close your prayer

In Jesus Name, which Jesus told us to do.

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Humility opens our inner ears.
It enables us to acknowledge the truth of who we are
and who God is.
Only the humble can understand the deep resonance
of God's voice in the whole of creation.
Humility withstands any arrogant tendency
to reduce the Word to our purposes.
When we live in humble presence,
God may reveal to us while we read insights that
transcend human expectations.

--Susan Annette Muto

The Seasons of the Soul

Why am I cast down and despondently sad
When I long to be happy and joyous and glad?
Why is my heart heavy with unfathomable weight
As I try to escape this soul saddened state?
I ask myself often, "What makes life this way.
Why is the song silenced in the heart that was gay?"
And then, with God's help, it all becomes clear,
The "Soul" has its "Seasons" just the same as the year.
I, too, must pass through life's autumn of dying,
A desolate period of heart hurt and crying.
Followed by winter in whose frostbitten hand
My heart is as frozen as the snow covered land.
Yes, man too must pass through the seasons God sends,
Content in the knowledge that everything ends.
And, Oh! what a blessing to know there are reasons
And to find that our soul must too, have its seasons.
"Bounteous Seasons" and "Barren Ones," too.
Times for rejoicing and times to be blue.
But meeting these seasons of dark desolation
With strength that is born of anticipation
That comes from knowing that "autumn time sadness"
Will surely be followed by a "Springtime of Gladness."

A Prayer For The World

Let the rain come and wash away the ancient grudges,
the bitter hatreds held and nurtured over generations.
Let the rain wash away the memory of the hurt, the neglect.
Then let the sun come out and fill the sky with rainbows.
Let the warmth of the sun heal us wherever we are broken.
Let it burn away the fog so that we can see each other clearly.
So that we can see beyond labels, beyond accents, gender or skin color.
Let the warmth and brightness of the sun melt our selfishness.
So that we can share the joys and feel the sorrows of our neighbors.
And let the light of the sun be so strong
that we will see all people as our neighbors.
Let the earth, nourished by rain, bring forth flowers
to surround us with beauty. And let the mountains teach our
hearts to reach upward to heaven.

Amen

-Rabbi Harold S. Kushner

And they call some of these people retarded.
A few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics,
nine contestants all physically or mentally disabled,
assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash.
At the gun they all started out, not exactly in a dash,
but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win.
All, that is,
except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt,
tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry.

The other eight heard the boy cry.
They slowed down and looked back.
Then they all turned around and went back,
everyone of them.
One girl with Down's Syndrome bent down
and kissed him and said,
"This will make it better."
Then all nine linked arms
and walked together to the finish line.
Everyone in the stadium stood,
and the cheering went on for several minutes.
People who were there are still telling the story.
Why?
Because deep down we know this one thing.
What matters in this life is more than winning for ourselves.
What matters in this life is helping others win,
even if it means slowing down and changing our course.

Choices

I stand upon the threshold of a brand new, spotless day,
And ponder all the choices that surround me as I pray.
Because of my redemption, and my gift from God above,
Today I'm free to choose, and I've decided I'll choose love.
For no occasion justifies my hate or bitterness,
And love can cure a multitude of ills that cause distress.
Today I'll choose to dwell in peace, and quickly will forgive.
Imagined hurts, and wrongful acts, so I might fully live.
I'll choose to act with patience as I go about my day,
And even though the wait be long, I'll use that time to pray.
I'll choose to show true kindness to each person that I see,
And pray that they will see the love of Christ alive in me.
Today I'm choosing faithfulness to promises I make,
And I will be trustworthy, and the truth I'll not forsake.
My choice is also goodness, I'll strive for honesty
In every action that I take, with true humility.
Today my choice is gentleness in every action done,
So I'll have no regrets to feel at the setting of the sun.
I'll strive today for self-control in thought, and word, and deed,
And choose the pure and noble things on which my soul can feed.
If I have been successful with the choices I have made,
And sleep tonight with conscience free, secure and unafraid,
I'll praise My precious Lord above, Who gives abundantly
His peace that money cannot buy, and love beyond degree.
But if I fail to live today the way I know I should,
And find I've chosen what is wrong instead of what is good,
In true repentance I will bow before My Savior's feet,
And I'll find grace and His forgiveness at the mercy seat.

Betty Jo Ming, Author

If I Could Never Talk To God

I often wonder what I'd do, if I could never pray,
If I could not depend on God to guide me everyday.
And oh how dark the night would be if His light did not shine,
I could not sleep because such fear would fill this heart of mine.

My heart would never sing a song, I'd feel so all alone,
If I could never talk to God and claim Him for my own.
But all these things I need not fear, my burdens He doth share,
I only have to whisper low, He heareth every prayer.

Thus, He always walks beside me, He never lets me fall,
He gently takes me by the hand, my love the God of all.
And though the night around be dark, His light will ever shine
I sleep in peace and need not fear, since I know that He is mine.

Recharging

I awoke this morning my batteries were depleted,
I was feeling low feeling quite defeated,
I know within my batteries must recharge,
They do not last forever really aren't that large,
Sometimes they run quite low and I forget, you see,
That I must recharge these batteries in me,
I think that I'm okay as my power drains,
Until there's very little power that remains,
And as they slowly fade and my light becomes quite dim,
And evil now is lurking, Satan with his SIN,
As I am growing weak and my mind begins to race,
And I've forgotten all about mercy, love, and grace,
I hear a gentle voice tugging at my heart,
"You must recharge your batteries or you can't even start,"
I know the voice is right. It's My Shepherd don't you see,
I'm not that little bunny, but a lamb that's been set free.

Author Jay L. Zumbrum

Don't sit down by life's restless sea
And wait for your ship to come in;
It may be lost or tempest tossed,
Or blown away by the wind.

It might well be, as it sails life's sea,
That your voyage, the crew could abort,
And the skipper might change the course of your ship,
And sail into another port.

If you just sit around and wait for your ship,
Your chances will surely be slim,
So why not go down and take the big plunge
And jump in life's ocean and swim?

Sometimes, you'll find the swimming is hard,
As you battle the thrust of the tide,
But remember, my friend, that hard work puts an end
To your false vanity and pride.

And as you swim out in search of your ship,
The dark clouds will rant and they'll rave,
But if you swim on you'll grow wise and strong.
And you'll soon conquer each angry wave.

So don't sit and wait for your ship to come in,
Go out there and take your own trip,
Go take that plunge in the deep sea of life,
And swim out and search for your ship.

If God wants you to do something,
He'll make it possible for you to do it,
but the grace He provides comes only with the task
and cannot be stockpiled beforehand.
We are dependent on Him from hour to hour,
and the greater our awareness of this fact,
the less likely we are to faint or fail in a crisis.

I was regretting the past and fearing the future.
Suddenly, God was speaking:
"My Name Is I Am"
I waited. God continued:
"When you live in the past, with its mistakes and regrets,
it is hard. I am not there."
"My Name Is Not I Was"
"When you live in the future, with its problems and fears,
it is hard. I am not there."
"My Name Is Not I Will Be"
"When you live in this moment, it is not hard.
I am here."
"My Name Is I Am"

Wings Like Eagles

"But those who wait on the Lord
Shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint."

Isaiah 40:31

The Key of Faith

I hold
By God's grace
A key of faith
That opens every door of blessing.
There is no power
No principality
Strong enough
To take it from me
Or forbid my passing.
I walk
Confident
And strong
Knowing that should I need something
That appears shut away from me
I need only touch my treasure
Against the lock
And all barriers will vanish
That I may clasp my shining dreams.
And all this wonder
Will freely be mine
As long as I
Believe enough
To reach out
And claim.

Ray McAllister.....(4 July 2001)

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I see in the stars, in the rivers, I see in the open fields,
patches of heaven and threads of paradise.
Let me sew the earth, the day,
the way of my life into a pattern that forms a quilt,
God's quilt, to keep me warm today and always.

Christopher de Vinck

A bar of iron, worth one pound,
when wrought into horseshoes, is worth two pounds;
if made into needles, it is worth 70 pounds;
if into penknife blades, it is worth 650 pounds,
into springs for watches it is worth 50,000 pounds.
The more it is hammered and passed through the fire and polished,
the greater its value.
Those who suffer most are capable of yielding most.

F. B. Meyer

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Thoughts Of A Winner

Although I am only one out of a million I am somebody,
and that makes me as good as the next person.
There is nothing in this life I cannot do.
There is no goal I cannot tackle and have success!
If I feel deep down inside that something is important to me,
then I can do it.
If my mind can conceive it, and my head can believe it,
then I know I can achieve it.
No longer will I drift through life feeling sorry for myself,
because self-pity is the seed of destruction.
I will search for a goal, and with enough hard work,
total commitment, determination, dedication and self-sacrifice,
I know I will reach it.
I know there will be many times
when it will seem that all the odds are against me,
and I will have to fight one battle after another--
but I will not give up!

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Thank You for the valley,
I walked through today.
The longer the valley,
The more I learn to pray.
I found You where the lilies,
Were blooming by the way.
So I thank You for the valley,
I walked through today.

Thank You for every hill I climbed,
For every time the sun didn't shine.
Thank You for every lonely night,
I prayed 'til I knew everything was alright,
And I thank you for the valley,
I walked through today.

Life can't be all sunshine,
Or the flowers would die.
The rivers would be deserts,
All barren and dry.
Life can't be all blessings,
Or there'd be no need to pray.
So I thank You for the valley,
I walked through today.

Thank You for every hill I climbed,
For every time the sun didn't shine.
Thank You for every lonely night,
I prayed 'til I knew everything was alright.
And I thank You for the valley,
I walked through today.

Time is too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love - time is eternity

Your soul, the essence of "Who you are," still searching the lost,
forgotten rainbows of silver and gold. The thread lining of all that
life had offered you still only threads of what could of been.

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.
Not as the world gives do I give it to you.
Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid."
(John 14: 27)

Ageless Love

I saw a lovely old couple in the store the other day.
Both of them had to be in their late seventies or early eighties.
What was so special about them was that while many of the
younger couples nearby were either arguing over something
or not talking at all, the old couple was holding hands,
smiling at each other, and talking sweetly together.
I even saw them sneak a kiss once.
They had a light in their eyes that was so beautiful to see.
It was clear that they were in love.
Love really is an ageless thing.
It is the only thing I know that can grow stronger and stronger
even as our own bodies grow weaker and weaker.
Some of the youngest, most joyous, and loving spirits
I know live inside bodies that are old, weak, and damaged.

It is like we can grow younger and more joyous on the inside
while our bodies grow older on the outside.
The key, of course, is love.
No gray hair, wrinkles, or weak muscles has ever taken
the glow out of someone's eyes who has love in their heart.
Let us all resolve then to choose love today.
The love and joy in our lives will grow greater
with each loving choice we make.
As we grow older in body we will grow younger in spirit.
Our later years don’t have to be ones of
bitterness and disappointment.
They can instead be ones of ever increasing joy,
love, peace, happiness, and oneness with God.
God put us on this world to love.
God put us here to choose love, to share love,
and to grow in love.
All the years of our lives can be full of love.
It is up to us, though.
Will we grow old in misery and loneliness
or will we grow old in happiness and love?

Children Learn What They Are Taught...

If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn;
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight;
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy;
If a child lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty;
If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient;
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns confidence;
If a child lives with praise, he learns to appreciate;
If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice;
If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith;
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself;
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, he learns to
find love in the world.

Faith is a desperate dive out of the sinking boat of human effort
and a prayer that God will be there to pull us out of the water

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God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it ... Dad

The Complete Prayer For Protection

The Light of God surrounds me.
The Love of God enfolds me.
The Power of God protects me.
The Presence of God watches over me.
The Mind of God guides me.
The Life of God flows through me.
The Laws of God direct me.
The Power of God abides within me.
The Joy of God uplifts me.
The Strength of God renews me.
The Beauty of God inspires me.

Wherever I am, God is!

This beloved prayer was written by
James Dilate Freeman
for all soldiers during WW II

Thanksgiving

Thank You, GOD for everything
I've experienced here on earth--
Thank You for protecting me
from the moment of my birth--
And Thank You for the beauty
around me everywhere,
The gentle rain and glistening dew,
the sunshine and the air,
The joyous gift of feeling
the soul's soft, whispering voice
That speaks to me from deep within
and makes my heart rejoice--
Oh, GOD, no words are great enough
to thank You for just living,
And that is why every day
is a day for real Thanksgiving.

The Little Boy I Knew

What happened to that little boy I knew?
Someone please tell me where he went to!
For now a father stands in his place
With happiness written all over his face.
Where is he, that little boy I love?
That happy cherub sent from above,
He's grown so tall yet still I see
That little boy who means so much to me.
How have all those years gone by?
Someone please tell me why oh why,
Everything changes, everyone too.
What happened to that little boy I knew?
Where can he be that gullible little tyke?
With a head of curls and a smile of delight,
He looks no more for skyhooks of blue,
But the curls are still there and the smile too.
But what did he say last night on the phone?
A child was born, a son of his own!
Is this possible? OH how can it be?
For he's still my little brother you see.
The years have gone by, oh, much too fast
I've heard it said that anything good can't last
But that can't be right, it must be wrong.
Oh, where have all those years gone?
I smile as back through the years I go,
Remembering the little boy that I loved so,
But now there's another cherub sent from above,
Another little son to cherish and love.
Happiness is his in the gift of life.
He has a son and he has a wife.
He has a baby to love and hold
A gift more precious than silver or gold.
But wait a minute! Now I see
That little boy who means so much to me
He just grew up with the changing times
Still, he'll always be that little brother of mine.
He's still here, my brother who means so much to me
Standing tall and proud for all the world to see.
With a child in his arms and a wife by his side
He fills my heart with love and pride!

written by OlysAngel

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Trust God where you cannot trust Him.
Do not try to penetrate the cloud He brings over you;
rather look to the bow that is on it.
The mystery is God's;
the promise is yours.

John MacDuff

Misty Morning

The thundered rolled across the sky.
The lightning made for a non stop light show
and the rain poured last night.
I got up this morning and looked out the window to see
heavy mist. I could see about twenty feet, beyond that
things just disappeared into the misty morning.
Life is often like a misty morning.
We can see a little bit of what's coming our way,
but much of what is to come and most of what is around us
we never really see clearly. The world around us is obscured
by our own perception filters.
We don't like to think about poverty
so we look through the street people
or drive around the "rough" neighborhoods.
The street people distrust
the "suits," so they too have filters.
We don't like the idea of domestic violence
so we close our eyes to it.
If it's happening in our lives we put up our own mist
to keep others from seeing because of our shame.
We fear death so we don't talk about it.
That doesn't stop people
from dying or help those who are grieving.
We're self focused so we simply don't see the needs
of those around us. That doesn't fill the needs.
People are starving but we block it out because it's far away.
People are being persecuted for their faith, but we don't want
to hear about it so we say the reports must be exaggerated.
Injustice abounds, but as long as it doesn't impact us,
we keep it out beyond the mist so we don't have to deal with it.
The sad part is that the places we can do the most good are
hidden by our mists. There are untold ministry opportunities,
countless people waiting to hear of the love of God and His forgiveness,
and innumerable people waiting to learn that someone cares.
When we step out of our comfort zones into the mist
we become the ambassadors Christ intended us to be.
So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view.
Though we once regarded Christ in this way, we do so no longer.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation;
the old has gone, the new has come!
All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ
and gave us the ministry of reconciliation:
that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ,
not counting men's sins against them.
And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation.
We are therefore Christ's ambassadors,
as though God were making his appeal through us.
We implore you on Christ's behalf:
Be reconciled to God.

God made Him who had no sin to be sin for us,
so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God.

2 Corinthians 5:16-21 NIV

When we step into the mist, we not only bring Christ to others,
we grow as well. Our prejudices are shattered,
our pride is humbled and we realize we're not the center of the universe
(sorry to shatter your illusions, but the sun doesn't revolve around you and I,
and most of the billions of the people in the world don't know we exist).
When we step into the mist in the name of Christ, it's never in vain.
It pleases the Father.

"His master replied, `Well done, good and faithful servant!
You have been faithful with a few things;
I will put you in charge of many things.
Come and share your Master's happiness!'

Matthew 25:23 NIV

The choice is yours.
Stay within the comfortable little world that
you have created in you own mind and never know what
He has in mind for you, or step into the mist to be challenged,
to grow, to share the truth and to please the Father.
Until next time, I pray you go out into the misty morning
and declare to a lost and hurting world that
"Jesus loves you" through your words,
your deeds, your generosity and your love.

Be Blessed

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He never does anything small.
When He makes an ocean
He makes it so deep that no man can fathom it.
When He makes a mountain
He makes it so large that no one can measure or weigh it.
When He makes flowers,
He scatters multiplied millions of them where
there is no one to admire them but Himself.
When He makes grace,
He makes it without sides or bottom
and leaves the top off.
Instead of giving salvation with a medicine dropper,
He pours it forth like a river.
When God sets out to do a thing for us,
He does it with a prodigality of love prompted
abundance that fairly staggers one who reckons things
by the coldly calculating standards of earth.

Lettie B. Cowman

It is not part of the Christian hope to look for a life
in which a man is saved from all trouble and distress.
The Christian hope is that a man in Christ
can endure any kind of trouble and distress,
and remain erect all through them,
and come out to glory on the other side.

William Barclay

Be still in the presence of the LORD,
and wait patiently for Him to act.
Don't worry about evil people who prosper
or fret about their wicked schemes.
Stop your anger! Turn from your rage!
Do not envy others, it only leads to harm.
For the wicked will be destroyed,
but those who trust in the LORD will possess the land.
In a little while, the wicked will disappear.
Though you look for them, they will be gone.
Those who are gentle and lowly will possess the land;
they will live in prosperous security.

(Psa 37:7-11 nlt)

Prayer:
LORD, when others intentionally do hurtful things,
help me to respond the right way.
I know that if I respond in anger or rage,
it will only harm me.
Help me to wait on You and Your leadership,
to discern Your direction in every situation.
You are well able to turn every bad situation
to my good as I wait upon You and trust You.

In Jesus' name. Amen.

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When we learn to say a deep,
passionate yes to the things that really matter,
then peace begins to settle onto our lives
like golden sunlight sifting to a forest floor.

He sent His Word, and healed them,
and delivered them from their destructions.
Psalm 107:20 (kjv)

Prayer:
Father, sometimes in my pain and need for deliverance
I forget the power of Your Word.
You are the God who heals.
Help me to remember this truth the next time I,
or someone around me, falls sick or diseased.
Healing is only a Word away.

In Jesus’ name. Amen.

The Perfect Rose

Hello God,
It's just me again!
What I would like to know
how did You create the details
to make the perfect rose?
"My child," He said...
"take another closer look
there is no perfect rose
within this artist book."
But God, I know it was...
I picked it yesterday.
Every little petal
was gently in its place.
And the real beauty of it
was a little drop of dew
glistening in the sunshine
which was only kissed by You.
O' the fragrance was so wonderful
as it blossomed in my nose.
Only You could do this, God.
My mama told me so.
God just sighed...
then let out a giggle.
"My child," He said
"this is rather simple.
I gave you the eyes you need
to see the beauty in the world.
Your mother gave you a heart to love
and taught you as a girl.
The faith you feel is all your own
maturing with you as you have grown.
So when your eyes beheld
that little rose...
and you dwelled upon its beauty.
You felt faith within your soul
that I had done my duty.
The love that fills your woman heart
played a gentle; major part.
So listen, My Child,
this, I do know...
You perfected *The Perfect Rose*."

by Pamela Jean Kimbrough

Great Spirit Prayer

"Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the wind,
whose breath gives life to all the world.
Hear me. I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty,
and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things You have made
and my ears sharp to hear Your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things
You have taught my people.
Help me to remain calm and strong in the
face of all that comes towards me.
Let me learn the lessons You have
hidden in every leaf and rock.
Help me seek pure thoughts
and act with the intention of helping others.
Help me find compassion without
empathy overwhelming me.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy,
Myself.
Make me always ready to come to You
with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to You without shame.

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Something in me always knows just what to do
and just how to do it.
I don't waste time in trial and error.
I go with truth and power.
I turn to the Infinite Architect
and allow it to move me in right
relationship with everything needed to
fulfill the intention I set before it.

I open my heart, open my mind and listen deeply.
The answers are always within.
I plant powerful seed ideas in this creative source of Spirit,
free from limitation and free from
smaller personality based ways of thought.
Something in me knows what to do,
and it does it, today.

And for this I am grateful.
And so it is.

Jeffrey Proctor 2002

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For some reason, I thought of Mrs. McGhee today.
I first met her in church, a lovely Christian lady
with snow white hair combed to perfection.
Although she was way up in years,
her face didn't seem wrinkled.
Maybe it was that ivory white face powder she used
that gave her that angelic, almost porcelain appearance.
Her husband had died not long before and she had no children.
Now, she lived all alone in a little white house near the church.

One day I spent a little time with Mrs. McGhee
and I got to know her a little better.
That was the day she told me of her loneliness.
She said she missed her husband
and then her brother had also died.
Her brother was the last of her family, leaving her all alone.
She told me that she missed being hugged most of all.
What she said next made my heart ache with sorrow
as she turned to me and said,
"Now, there is no one left to call me Clara."

People often forget what it's like for the elderly
yet we will all pass that way if we live to grow old.
After that day, I always gave Clara a hug
and I thought of her as family.

I wrote this poem for Clara and other Clara's
out there who need a hug and
would like to hear someone just say their name.

There Is No One Left

There is no one left, and I am all alone.
No one to say my name or call me on the phone.
There is no one left, since all have gone away.
Love once shared my life in time, it could not stay.
There is no one left, as the clock strikes the hour
Tomorrow it will be the same, imprisoned by time's power
There is no one left, love fled the place I live
I yearn for gentle hugs or just a smile to give
There is no one left, I wait beside the door
And wonder if there's anyone to love me anymore

By Pamela R. Blaine
© April, 2001

All Of Us Are Different

I cannot change the way I am, I never really try,
God made me different and unique, I never ask Him why.
If I appear peculiar, there's nothing I can do,
You must accept me as I am, as I've accepted you.
God made a casting of each life, then threw the old away,
Each child is different from the rest, unlike as night from day.
So often we will criticize, the things that others do,
But, do you know, they do not think, the same as me and you.
So God in all His wisdom, who knows us all by name,
He didn't want us to be bored, that's why we're not the same.

Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.

Do you run through the day on the fly?
When you ask, "How are you?" Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running through you head?
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.

Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die.
Cause you never had time to call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift...
Thrown away.
Life is not a race
Do take it slower.
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

It is not death that man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live

Green pastures are before me,
which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me
where darkest clouds have been;
My hope I cannot measure,
my path to life is free;
My Savior has my treasure,
and He will walk with me.

Anna L. Waring

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When I Hear My Children Pray

Someday I'll be strong enough to make the church bells ring
And when my voice grows steady I can help the choir sing
Somehow I can be useful so put me to the test
I know I can't do very much, but Lord I'll do my best

Last night, just at bedtime, I looked in upon my son
And the picture I saw as I stood there was a blessed one
Proudly I watched and listened to all he tried to say
Cause it makes my heart burst with pride to hear my children pray

He said, Dear Lord I'm just a little boy and don't know how to pray
But so many of Your people have slowly turned away
Well maybe there's something I can do to help in Your great plan
I know I can't do very much but I'll do the best I can

Couldn't I light the little candles or maybe sweep the pews
I'll do anything Dear Lord just as long as it's for You
Why I could open up the doors or dust Your sacred stand
I know I can do something if You'll just hold my hand

Yes, proudly I stood and listened to all he tried to say
And it makes my heart burst with pride to hear my children pray
I know I can't do very much but Lord I'll do my best

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Just Another Day

Is it morning already?
I rub my eyes and get up to ready
myself for just another day.

It's just another day.
I look out my window to see the sun beaming down,
caressing the earth with its golden rays.
Above, white clouds float in the brilliant blue sky.
I hear a cardinal singing to his mate as he perches
upon my back fence.
And a bed of crocus open their purple heads
to the Heavens in joyful thankfulness.

It's just another day.
My small daughter bursts into the room,
her giggle ringing through the house as
she hugs my neck tightly.
Her small hand fits into mine as she pulls me
to the kitchen to show me the card she has made.
A stick figure with curly brown hair waves from the paper
and beneath it, written in purple crayon are the words,
I love you, Mommy.

It's just another day as I stand quietly
and watch a handicapped child.
He struggles to get his special walker over the curb,
but it won't budge.
A well-meaning teacher offers assistance,
but he brushes her away.
With determination, he conquers the curb
and is off to laugh and play with his friends.
I weep inside for his handicap,
but I am inspired by his courage.
And I smile as I watch the children play,
totally accepting their friend for who he is,
not judging him for what he lacks.

It's just another day.
My son proudly presents the report he did for school.
He shares with me the hopes and dreams
he holds for his future.
His curiosity and excitement are contagious as we
unfold the limitless possibilities that lay before him.
I am encouraged that no dream is beyond our reach
if we want it bad enough.

It's just another day.
My beloved wraps his arms around me
and surrounds me in love.
I turn to look in the eyes that
share my innermost feelings.

What a special friend I have.
Someone who loves me for who I am.
Someone to lean on when I feel down.
Someone to share my happiness.
Someone to love.

Yes, it is just another day.
A day to enjoy God's gracious beauty upon this earth.
A day to kiss the cherub cheeks of my children,
and share in their hopes and dreams.
A day to learn the value of determination and hard work.
A day to learn the value of judging mankind for the quality
he has, not what he has not.
A day to learn the value of love.

Yes, it's just another day, I sigh.
The stars dance in the velvet sky as
a full yellow moon smiles cheerfully down.
The house is quiet and still.
The only sound is the soft even breathing of my spouse.

I recall the scripture:
This is the day the Lord has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.
(Psalm 118:24)
And as I lay at the side of my soul mate
I pray that God will let me see just another day

Sometimes when faith is running low
and I cannot fathom why things are so,
I walk alone among the flowers that grow
and learn the answers to all I would know.
For among God's flowers, I have come to see
life's miracle and its mystery.
And standing in silence and reverie, my faith
comes flooding back to me.

Well, I told THE LORD I loved Him today.

And He said to me,
"How much do you love Me?
You haven't told anyone how good I've been to you.
You haven't shared how perfect My love is.
You haven't spread the good news that I am always
there to listen to your problems.
You haven't told your family how I helped you pay your bills
when you didn't have a high paying job,
or how I got you a better one.
You didn't tell your boys how I took away that addiction
that would have cost you not only your job,
but that woman that was just what you were looking for.
So how much do you really love Me?"

So, I said I would share with my friends and family
(for starters) just how wonderful, perfect, understanding, patient,
loving, unselfish, considerate and forgiving GOD really is......
He has blessed me with a family that loves me
and friends that I can confide in.
But even more than that.....
He has saved me from a destruction I couldn't even see coming.
He gave to me the peace of knowing Him
and He has never broken a promise.
Truly.......
He is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
And I stand in my stadium today to yell to you all

I love the Lord!!!

"Whatever you do, do well.
For when you go to the grave,
there will be no work or planning
or knowledge or wisdom.
You only have now. Tomorrow is uncertain."

Ecc. 9:10 (nlt)

The Jar

I saw what looked like a plain crystal vase
filled with white and yellow flowers.
It was sitting on a table in the sun. I said,
"What's that, Lord?"
"He said, It's you."
I asked Him to give me understanding. Here's what He said...

"Look closely."
I did. It wasn't a crystal vase at all.
In fact, it wasn't even a vase.
It looked like a large mayonnaise
or pickle jar with the label taken off.
Not too fancy, but it still looked pretty, and all,
with the flowers in it.
"So, Lord, I'm not fancy...but I am useful...right?"

"No...Let me open your eyes more."
I began to weep as I realized in an instant what He was saying.

You see.

Once I was filled with stuff.
But the Lord in His mercy has been cleaning me out,
and He has washed all the stuff out of me.
Once that was finished. I belonged to Him.
So the labels that I wore, put on me by myself
and others who used me and the 'stuff' that was in my jar,
well, those labels just didn't apply anymore.

So, He soaked me in the warmth of His presence
and off came not only the labels
but the gummy sticky stuff that held them on me.
Now, that would have been good enough for me...but not for My Father!
He filled me full of the water of His Holy Spirit and His Word.
Now I couldn't be used to hold stuff anymore.
I am filled full of Him.
I would have been ecstatic even then,
but how great is the love the Father lavishes on us!
There's more! He put flowers in me!
Jesus is the Lover of my Soul, my Beloved...
and the romance of His love intoxicates me!
Flowers! I love flowers, thank you, Lord!
He said, "Look closer, still, sweetheart."
They weren't flowers...not yet...they were buds!
Tiny white and yellow buds...the promise of more to come.
Behold the winter is past and flowers of spring have come,
He whispered to me. I cried while I smiled knowing
that He had placed in me the white buds of purity:
my pledge, my gift to Him. I am His spotless bride.
The yellow buds speak of the promise of His blessings,
fulfillment of the desires of my heart, these are His gifts to me.
When I shared this in prayer with my friend,
I heard the Lord tell me to tell her to DO IT
Get an old jar, soak it in warm water, get the label off,
wash all the stuff out and get the sticky, gummy glue off too.
Fill it full of water, put flowers in it, sit it on a table in the SUN.
The process may take time. Let God speak to you.

Wow! I never did anything like this, typed it out so.
Thank you for taking the time to read it.
I really do believe this is from Him.
In Love with Jesus,

Dorothy Meyer

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My Utmost for His Highest
by Oswald Chambers...Day May 8.

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 any more.
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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Mother's Covers

When you were small
And just a touch away,
I covered you with blankets
Against the cool night air.
But now that you are tall
And out of reach,
I fold my hands
And cover you with prayer.

Hope is such a marvelous thing
It bends...it twists...it sometimes hides
but rarely does it break
It sustains us when nothing else can
It gives us reason to continue and courage to move
when we tell ourselves we'd rather give in

Hope puts a smile on our faces
when the heart cannot manage
Hope puts our feet on the right path
when our eyes cannot see it
Hope moves us to act when our souls are confused

Hope is a wonderful thing, something to be cherished
and nurtured, something that will refresh us in return
And it can be found in each of us
it can bring light into the darkest of places
Look around you, find a reason to hope
See all the glory in the dawn of a new morning
and the evening sun sets, the stars that twinkle so bright
Look at the roses and their tiny petals so fresh, so soft
Never lose hope, if you do you might lose the most important part of you.

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Lord Guide Me

Help me, Lord, that I should know
The way You would have me to go.
Lead me on life's stormy sea
Through all the trials that be.
Give me strength that I may not fail
When I am weak and my ship has no sail.
Guide me through the stormy blast.
Give me courage while life shall last.
Lord, my life belongs to Thee.
Give me faith to stand for Thee.
Lead me when trails are rough and steep
And through waters that are turbid and deep.
Lord, always stay near my side
When trouble comes be Thou my guide.
Lord, I know Your ways are true
In things You speak and deeds You do.
Keep me, Lord, while life does last.
Let my feet not stray from Your path.
Give me a light to lead me home
That in this world of darkness I may cease to roam.
Thank You, Lord, for the guidance given
And the narrow road that leads to Heaven.

Lord, help me to be strong and have patience
in trying circumstances, confidently trusting that You
will cause all things to work together for my ultimate good.
Although it may be very difficult at times,
I want to always rely upon Your ways
and wisdom in trying situations,
and not jeopardize the good result
You intend by acting rashly or impulsively on my own.
Thank You for giving me strength, courage,
and patience to trust You at all times,
regardless of circumstances.

In Jesus' name. Amen.

We can walk without fear, full of hope and courage
and strength to do His will, waiting for the endless good which
He is always giving as fast as He can get us able to take it in.

George MacDonald

I was tired and sat down under the shadow of the great pines
in a Swedish forest, glad to find such a cool retreat from
the broiling sun. I had not been there long
before I noticed a fragrant odor and wondered
what it could be and where it came from.
No, Marechal Niel rose grew on that barren soil,
nor could the sun penetrate the shades of the forest
to extract its perfume even if it had;
I looked round, and found by my side a tiny flower
about half the size of an ordinary daisy,
nearly hidden from view by the moss.
It was the little Linea Blomma.

Oh, how fragrant it smelled!
Again and again I held it near my face,
enjoying the perfume, and then I looked up
and thanked God for that tiny flower,
so insignificant, growing in a wild,
almost untrodden forest,
yet bringing cheer and refreshment to me.
I thought, why is it so obscure,
when it is a flower with such fragrance,
and surely worthy of a place in the most stately grounds?
I learned a lesson by it, and it spoke powerfully to my heart.
I thought, if I cannot be a pine in God's forest,
I may be a tiny flower to send forth the fragrance
of Jesus in this world of sadness.

There is a tendency in our hearts to desire to be
or to do something great. We are not content, like the
tiny Linea flower, to send forth fragrance in obscurity.
I have often met the Lord's people despondent
over the apparent uselessness of their lives.
They cannot point to some great feat
accomplished for the Lord.
It has never been theirs to figure prominently in His service,
nor have they the remembrance of having done
anything worthy of record.
It is written, Seekest thou great things for thyself?
Seek them not. (Jer. 45:5).

Beloved fellow believer, let me tell you it is possible
for you to be fragrant in this world.
Keep close to Christ, walk in happy communion with Him;
let your heart drink in His love and you will be fragrant to Him.
Could you conceive anything greater than that?
No eye may see you but His, no ear hear you but His,
no heart appreciate your act or thought but His;
yet how precious.

I can be fragrant to the Lord Jesus! Nothing surely is so
delightful to Him as to have you and me walking with Himself.
If this is so we shall also surely come in contact
with some weary soul who needs refreshment.
We can speak of Jesus, and in such a way
that there will be a Christ likeness about us.

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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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