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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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"Calling All Angels"

She lifted her little face to the sky, her tiny voice rang out
~
"I'm calling all Angels"
I need you to put your arms around me
and walk me thru this life I have been given.
Let your wings enfold me like the baby
I am because I'm not sure how to do this now.
There is a tear in my eye and I am crying
because I don't want to be alone.
I do not hear my mothers voice
or her cry to hold me
Has she gone to you? and where am I to be now~~
so....I'm calling all angels
I don't want to miss the beauty of this life on earth.
Walk me thru this, don't leave me alone.
The Lord has told me I will be in your keeping
and he has placed me here to do good things.
I will put one foot in front of the other
and learn to walk with your help.
Just take my hand because
I'm not sure how to do this

Do you think you could ?
I can feel the flutter of your wings now and the music in your voices.
I can feel your love falling on me, so I know you must be near.
You heard me call to you and I know I will be lifted into your arms
and my tears kissed away.
I am blessed and will be all right now because I was

"Calling all Angels"

Ginger Timm......Misty Moon......all rights reserved

Well, today, my younger sister turns 12.
I wrote her a poem to encourage her
that no matter what happens,
she can trust God for power and strength.
She should always know that she can.
I thought I'd share that poem with you
as it might be encouraging to anyone
struggling with discouragement.
Enjoy.

You Can
(To my younger sister: 15 January 2002)

Be strong, O young and tender heart
As trials 'round you stand
And as they rend your hopes apart.
Remember that you can.
Be true, O dear and patient soul
To follow Heaven's plan.
For as the storms of doubt may roll
Still Jesus says you can.
And ever as you travel weak
Amid this weary land
God's power you may freely seek
For in His Name you can.

Ray McAllister

Because

Because He finished His Father's work . . . your life has worth.
Because He was forsaken . . . you will never be alone.
Because He was buried . . . you can be raised.
Because He lives . . . you don't have to be afraid.
Because He was raised . . . you can be strong.
Because He reached down to you . . . you don't have to work your way up to Him.
Because His promises are always true . . . you can have Hope!

Beginning today. . .
I will no longer worry about yesterday.
It is in the past and the past will never change.
Only I can change by choosing to do so.

Beginning today. . .
I will no longer worry about tomorrow.
Tomorrow will always be there,
waiting for me to make the most of it.
But I cannot make the most of tomorrow
without first making the most of today.

Beginning today. . .
I will look in the mirror and I will see a person
worthy of my respect and admiration.
This capable woman looking back at me
is someone I enjoy spending time with
and someone I would like to get to know better.

Beginning today. . .
I will cherish each moment of my life.
I value this gift bestowed upon me in this world
and I will unselfishly share this gift with others.
I will use this gift to enhance the lives of others.

Beginning today. . .
I will take a moment to step off
the beaten path and to revel
in the mysteries I encounter.
I will face challenges placed before me
with courage and determination.
I will overcome what barriers
there may be which hinder
my quest for growth and self-improvement.

Beginning today. . .
I will take life one day at a time,
one step at a time.
Discouragement will not be allowed
to taint my positive self-image,
my desire to succeed or my capacity to love.

Beginning today. . .
I walk with renewed faith in human kindness.
Regardless of what has gone before,
I believe there is hope for a brighter and better future.

Beginning today. . .
I will open my mind and my heart.
I will welcome new experiences.
I will meet new people.
I will not expect perfection from myself nor anyone else.
Perfection does not exist in an imperfect world.
But I will applaud the attempt to overcome human foibles.

Beginning today. . .
I am responsible for my own happiness
and I will do things that make me happy . . .
Admire the beautiful wonders of nature;
Listen to my favorite music;
Pet a kitten or a puppy;
Soak in a bubble bath . . .
Pleasure can be found in the most simple of gestures.

Beginning today. . .
I will learn something new;
I will try something different;
I will savor all the various flavors life has to offer.
I will change what I can and the rest I will let go.
I will strive to become the best me I can possibly be.

Spoken Need

Be still, my friend
As you have told your need to me
And God has heard our uniting.
Be calm
For the Lord has answered
And our faith has been rewarded.
Many are silent
And wish me to pray for them
From a sheltered distance
Of unspoken ambiguity
And while I cannot condemn their lack of trust
I know
That I can bring Heaven's fullest healing
To the center of your pain
Best when you lead me there
Yourself.
We are but mortals
In a sinful existence
But when two or three are truly gathered
Brothers and sisters
In His Name
His power may flow through us
In rush of deep and infinite strength.
Oh, rest
Dear child
In the beauty of this present Miracle
And let us rejoice
In His love.

Ray McAllister (4 November 2002)

"Again, I tell you that if two of you on earth
agree about anything you ask for,
it will be done for you by My Father in Heaven.
For where two or three come together in My name,
there am I with them."

Empty Bridge

Where are all the footsteps that have crossed this bridge in time?
This bridge that sways in windy days,
sometime those steps were mine.
I like to go back, walk this bridge that leads to yesterdays.
I liked the walk, and walk and talk,
I did in yesterdays.
I like to come and watch the water,
clouds up in the sky, the shadow of the flitter flopping
of the birds all flying by.
Their freedom rings a bell of peace
just as my heart is warm.
Yes, I love to walk this bridge in time
as peace around me swarms.
This bridge it takes me to a rock
that's like the rock of ages.
I like to take a story book and sit and turn the pages,
and when I'm through, 'neath the skies so blue,
I walk back to the land,
as I view the rolling waters and I step on red dirt sand.

McCornack

A grandmother and a little girl whose face
was sprinkled with bright red freckles
spent the day at the zoo.
The children were waiting in line to get their
cheeks painted by a local artist who was
decorating them with tiger paws.
"You've got so many freckles,
there's no place to paint!" a boy in the line cried.
Embarrassed, the little girl dropped her head.
Her grandmother knelt down next to her.
"I love your freckles," she said.
"Not me," the girl replied.
"Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles"
she said, tracing her finger across the child's cheek.
"Freckles are beautiful!"
The girl looked up. "Really?"
"Of course," said the grandmother.
"Why, just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles."
The little girl peered into the old woman's smiling face.
"Wrinkles," she answered softly.

May God the Father
Who made us, Bless us.
May God the Son
send His healing among us.
May God the Holy Spirit
move within us,
and give us eyes to see with
ears to hear with,
and hands, that His work
might be done.
May we walk and preach
the Word of God to all.
May the Angel of peace
watch over us
and lead us at last,
by God's grace
to the Kingdom

Glory be to the Father
and to the Son
and to the Holy Spirit!
Amen

On The Wings Of Prayer

Just close your eyes and open your heart,
And feel your worries and cares depart.
Just yield yourself to the Father above,
And let Him hold you secure in His love.
For life on earth grows more involved,
With endless problems that can't be solved.
But God only ask us to do our best,
Then He will take over and finish the rest.
So when you are tired, discouraged and blue,
There is always one door that is open to you.
And that is the door to The House of Prayer,
And you'll find God waiting to meet you there.
And The House of Prayer is no further away,
Than the quiet spot where you kneel and pray.
For the heart is a temple when God is there,
As we place ourselves in His loving care.
And He hears every prayer and answers each one,
When we Pray in His name - Thy will be done.
The burdens that seemed too heavy to bear,
Are lifted away on the wings of a prayer.

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the
Surgeon come out of the operating room.
She said: How is my little boy? Is he going to be O.K.?
When can I see him?
The Surgeon said, I'm sorry, we did all we could.
Sally said, Why do little children get cancer,
doesn't GOD care any more?
GOD, where were you when my son needed you?
The Surgeon said,
One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes
to let you spend time with your son's remains
before it's transported to the university.
Sally asked that the nurse stay with her
while she said good-bye to her son.
Sally ran her fingers through his thick red curly hair.
The nurse said,
Would you like a lock of his hair?
Sally nodded yes.
The nurse cut a lock of his hair
and put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
Sally said, "It was Jimmy's idea to give his body
to the university for study.
He said it might help somebody else,"
And that is what he wanted.
I said, "No at first," but Jimmy said,
"Mom I won't be using it after I die,
maybe it will help some other little boy to be
able to spend one more day with his mother."
Sally said, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold,
always thinking of someone else
and always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of the Children's Hospital
for the last time now after spending
most of the last 6 months there.
She sat the bag with Jimmy's things in it
on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was hard and it was even harder
to go into an empty house.
She took the bag to Jimmy's room
and started placing the model cars
and things back in his room exactly
where he always kept them.
She laid down across his bed and
cried herself to sleep holding his pillow.
Sally woke up about midnight
and laying beside her on the bed,
was a letter folded up.
She opened the letter, it said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me,
but don't think that I will ever forget you
or stop loving you because I'm not around to say
I LOVE YOU.
I'll think of you everyday Mom,
and I'll love you even more each day.
Someday we will see each other again.
If you want to adopt a little boy
so you won't be so lonely,
he can have my room and my old stuff to play with.
If you decide to get a girl instead,
she probably wouldn't like
the same things as us boys do,
so you will have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like.
Don't be sad when you think about me,
this is really a great place.
Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here
and showed me around some,
but it will take a long time to see everything here.
The angels are so friendly, I love to watch them fly.
Jesus doesn't look like any of the pictures I saw of Him,
but I knew it was Him as soon as I saw Him.
Jesus took me to see GOD!
And guess what Mom?
I got to sit on GOD'S knee and talk to Him
like I was somebody important.
I told GOD that I wanted to write you a letter
and tell you good-bye and everything,
but I knew that wasn't allowed.
God handed me some paper
and His own personal pen to write you this letter with.
I think Gabriel is the name of the angel
that is going to drop this letter off to you.
God said for me to give you the answer
to one of the questions you asked Him about.
Where was He when I needed Him?
God said,
"The same place He was when Jesus was on the cross.
He was right there, as He always is with all His children."
"By the way Mom,
nobody else can see what is written on this paper but you.
To everyone else, it looks like a blank piece of paper.
I have to give God His pen back now,
He has some more names to write in the Book Of Life.
Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for Supper.
I'm sure the food will be great.
I almost forgot to let you know.
Now I don't hurt anymore, the cancer is all gone.
I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore
and God couldn't stand to see me suffer the pain either,
so He sent The Angel of Mercy to get me.
The Angel said I was Special Delivery!"

Signed with love from: God & Jesus & Me.

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Only God knows

Think of this. If only God knows,
shouldn't that be enough to satisfy us?
God knows us from our umbilical cord to our last gasp.
Every hair on our head is numbered.
So, if our faith is in God, I mean really,
not just flippantly saying so,
shouldn't our strong faith carry us
through our turbulent times?

Deut. 31:8 (nlt) says, "Do not be afraid or discouraged,
for the Lord is the one who goes before you.
He will be with you; He will neither fail you nor forsake you."
Isn't the knowledge that only God knows, enough to comfort you?

Grace

The boy stood with back arched,
head cocked back and hands clenched defiantly.
Go ahead, give it to me.
The principal looked down at the young rebel.
How many times have you been here?
The child sneered rebelliously,
apparently not enough.
The principal gave the boy a strange look.
And you have been punished each time have you not?
Yeah, I been punished, if that's what you want to call it.
He threw out his small chest,
Go ahead I can take whatever you dish out. I always have.
And no thought of your punishment enters your head
the next time you decide to break the rules does it?
Nope, I do whatever I want to do.
Ain't nothin' you people gonna do to stop me either.
The principal looked over at the teacher who stood nearby.
What did he do this time?
Fighting. He took little Tommy and
shoved his face into the sandbox.
The principal turned to look at the boy, Why?
What did little Tommy do to you?
Nothin'. I didn't like the way he was lookin' at me,
just like I don't like the way you're lookin' at me!
And if I thought I could do it,
I'd shove your face into something.
The teacher stiffened and started to rise
but a quick look from the principal stopped him.
He contemplated the child for a moment and then quietly said,
Today, my young student, is the day you learn about grace.
Grace?
Isn't that what you old people do before you sit down to eat?
I don't need none of your stinkin' grace.
Oh, but you do. The principal studied the young man's face
and whispered. Oh yes, you truly do...
The boy continued to glare as the principal continued,
Grace, in its short definition, is unmerited favor.
You cannot earn it--it is a gift and is always freely given.
It means that you will not be getting what you so richly deserve.
The boy looked puzzled. You're not gonna whup me?
You just gonna let me walk?
The principal looked down at the unyielding child.
Yes, I am going to let you walk.
The boy studied the face of the principal,
No punishment at all?
Even though I socked Tommy
and shoved his face into the sandbox?
Oh, there has to be punishment.
What you did was wrong and there are always
consequences to our actions.
There will be punishment.
Grace is not an excuse for doing wrong.
I knew it, sneered the boy as he held out his hands.
Let's get on with it.
The principal nodded toward the teacher.
Bring me the belt.
The teacher presented the belt to the principal.
He carefully folded it in two
and then handed it back to the teacher.
He looked at the child and said.
I want you to count the blows.
He slid out from behind his desk and walked over
to stand directly in front of the young man.
He gently reached out and folded the child's outstretched,
expectant hands together and then turned to face
the teacher with his own hands outstretched.
One quiet word came forth from his mouth.
Begin.
The belt whipped down on the
outstretched hands of the principal.

Crack!

The young man jumped ten feet in the air.
Shock registered across his face, One he whispered.

Crack!

Two. His voice raised an octave.

Crack!

Three... He couldn't believe this.

Crack!

Four. Big tears welled up in the eyes of the rebel.
OK stop! That's enough. Stop!
Crack! Came the belt down on the
callused hands of the principal.

Crack!

The child flinched with each blow,
tears beginning to stream down his face.

Crack! Crack!

No please, the former rebel begged, Stop, I did it,
I'm the one who deserves it. Stop! Please. Stop...

Still the blows came--Crack! Crack!
One after another. Finally it was over.
The principal stood with sweat glistening
across his forehead and beads trickling down his face.
Slowly he knelt down.
He studied the young man for a second
and then his swollen hands reached out
to cradle the face of the weeping child.

Grace... he simply said.

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Two of the greatest gifts we can give our children
are roots and wings.

Hodding Carter

The most beautiful face I've ever known,
belongs to my eighty-seven-year-old grandmother.
Each time I see her, I am struck anew by the depth of her loveliness.
The joy in her journey, her struggles with sorrow,
the threads of wisdom she's bent down
and picked up along the way,
are present in each line of time upon her face.
How could anything - ever - be more beautiful?

We're taught to dread wrinkles and sags
and softening of the skin -
the inevitable proof of the time we've spent here on earth.
Yet, the more time we put in, the more
reason we find to celebrate each passing year.
Character is forged, integrity strengthened
and gratitude becomes a feeling so deep
the word no longer conveys a strong enough meaning.

I don't see an aging face when I look in the mirror.
I see a person growing into her face,
finally beginning the process of filling it out.
At long last, she's figured out what her
convictions are, and she's built up enough strength to live them.

The best of youth is gone. The best of here is now,
and the best of aging is yet to come.

Fresh and new, the face of youth is a blank canvass.
It is through the physical brushstrokes of aging
that a masterpiece is created.

© 2000 Terri McPherson

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He Gathers Every Teardrop

Regardless of the circumstance,
Regardless of the fear,
Regardless of the pain we bear,
Regardless of the tear.
Our God is ever in control,
Performing as He should,
And He has promised in His Word
To work things for our good.
But as a loving Father would,
He sometimes lets us cry
To cleanse the hurt out of our heart,
To wash it from our eye.
Yet gently gathers the tears
Within His hands to stay
Until He turns them into pearls,
and gives them back someday.

Under The Weeping Willow

I found a place where peace abides
Where love and dreams live on
Leaning back against the age worn trunk
Where I can sing my song
I found a place only God could make
Where loneliness and hurt departs
A place that holds only serenity
Where joy rings in my heart
Sitting under the weeping willow
Watching branches sway in the wind
A place where no one can see me
And happiness can begin
Underneath my weeping willow
I can let go of all my fears
For there are no hurts in God's arms
And the tree can cry all my tears
I found a place of happiness
Where I can dream my own dreams
I can leave the sorrows of the world behind
And forget everything that I have been
But sooner or later I have to emerge
And face head on the world again
But for a few moments I forgot the hurt
Leaning against the trunk of my dear old friend

Whose Flowers Are These?

Whose flowers are these growing wild
along the path not taken?
Whose unseen hand has sown the seeds
that made these hills awaken?
Who sends the rains in Summer
to make the poppies grow,
Then keeps their birth a secret
from the villagers below?
Whose flowers are these within the woods
where few have dared to trod,
Unseen throughout the ages
known only unto God?
With such beauty all around us,
I wonder what I'll see
In God's celestial gardens
when angels come for me?

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(1 Th 4:11-12 niv) Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to
mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.

Prayer:

LORD, build in me the ambition to live a quiet life, mind my own business, and be diligent in all that I do so that my life may show Your grace that surrounds me and Your Spirit who keeps me. Teach me to yield my will to Yours in every situation. As I do these things, my actions will "say" more to others than words alone ever could.
In Jesus' name. Amen.

In the process of living, the winds of circumstances blow on us all in an unending flow that touches each of our lives.
We have all experienced the blowing winds of disappointment, despair and heartbreak. Why, then, would each of us, in our own individual ship of life, all beginning at the same point, with the same intended destination in mind, arrive at such different places at the end of the journey? Have we not all been blown by the winds of circumstances and buffeted by the turbulent storms of discontent?
What guides us to different destinations in life is determined by the way we have chosen to set our sail. The way that each of us thinks, makes the major difference in where each of us arrives. The major difference is the set of the sail.
The same circumstances happen to us all. We have disappointments and challenges. We all have reversals and those moments when, in spite of our best plans and efforts, things just seem to fall apart.

Challenging circumstances are not events reserved for the poor, the uneducated or the destitute. The rich and the poor have marital problems. The rich and the poor have the same challenges that can lead to financial ruin and personal despair. In the final analysis, it is not what happens that determines the quality of our lives, it is what we choose to do when we have struggled to set the sail and then discover, after all of our efforts, that the wind has changed directions.

When the winds change, we must change. We must struggle to our feet once more and rest the sail in the manner that will steer us toward the destination of our own deliberate choosing. The set of the sail, how we think and how we respond has a far greater capacity to destroy our lives than any challenges we face. How quickly and responsibly we react to adversity is far more important than the adversity itself. Once we discipline ourselves to understand this, we will finally and willingly conclude that the great challenge of life is to control the process of our thinking.

Learning to reset the sail with the changing winds rather than permitting ourselves to be blown in a direction we did not purposely choose requires the development of a whole new discipline. It involves going to work on establishing a powerful, personal philosophy that will help to influence in a positive way all that we do and that we think and decide. If we can succeed in this worthy endeavor, the result will be a change in the course of our income, lifestyle and relationships, and in how we feel about the things of value as well as the times of challenge. If we can alter the way we perceive, judge, and decide upon the main issues of life, then we can dramatically change our lives.

The godly man is not left in the trackless forest without a guide, or doomed to struggle in the darkness without a kindly light; he is not orphaned in the world without a loving hand to aid.
His Father, unseen but not unknown, has prepared the path and somehow guides the steps of those who commit their way to Him.

New Beginnings

It's only the beginning now, a pathway yet unknown
At times the sound of other steps, sometimes we walk alone
The best beginnings of our lives may sometimes end in sorrow
But even on our darkest days, the sun will shine tomorrow.

So we must do our very best whatever life may bring
And look beyond the winter chill to smell the breath of spring.
Into each life will always come a time to start anew
A new beginning for each heart as fresh as morning dew.

Although the cares of life are great and hands are bowed so low
The storms of life will leave behind the wonder of a rainbow.
The years will never take away our chance to start anew
It's only the beginning now so dreams can still come true.

The wheels in a clock move contrary to each other, some one way, some another, yet all serve the intent of the Watchmaker, to show the time. So in the world the providence of God may seem to run contrary to His promises; one man takes this way, another runs that way, yet all in conclusion center in the purpose of God the Great Creator.

We need never shout across the spaces to an absent God. He is nearer than our own soul, closer than our most secret thoughts.

The Story Behind The Picture Of The Praying Hands

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the elder's
children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines. They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.

Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition.

His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn.
Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you." All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ... for me it is too late."

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love
"The Praying Hands."

The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - ever makes it alone!

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God Is No Stranger

God is no stranger in faraway places,
He's as close as the wind that blows on our faces.
It's true we can't see the wind as it blows,
But we feel it around us and our heart surely knows,
That God's mighty hand can be felt every minute.

There is nothing on earth, that God is not in.
The sky and the stars, the waves and even the sea,
The dew on the grass, the leaves on a tree,
Are constant reminders of God and His nearness,
Proclaiming His presence with crystal-like clearness

So how can we think God was far, far away,
When we feel Him beside us every hour of the day?
We have plenty of reasons to know God's our friend
And this is one friendship that time cannot end!

Trust Him

Trust Him when dark doubts assail thee
Trust Him when thy strength is small,
Trust Him when to simply trust Him
Seems the hardest thing of all

Trust Him, He is ever faithful;
Trust Him for His will is best;
Trust Him, for the heart of Jesus
Is the only place of rest.

Trust Him, then, through doubts and sunshine
All thy cares upon Him cast,
Till the storm of life is over
And the trusting days are past.

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, I used everything You gave me.

Two Little Angels

Two beautiful little angels are sitting on a cloud.
Playing with pretty flowers as they sing and laugh out loud.
They know it won't be long until their playing time will end.
And they will be sent down to earth where their work will begin.
Their mission here will be to touch as many hearts as they can.
And bring us closer to the One who died for the sins of man.
They'll teach us to appreciate the love Our Savior gives.
And help us all to realize that Jesus really lives.
They'll help us to find comfort when our burdens get too great.
They'll teach us about the Grace of God and show us it's never Too late to accept Him as our Savior and let Him take control,
Of our lives and all we do our body, mind and soul.
So come down little angels, you're welcome here below.
Come help to teach the Word of God to those who need to know.

He Will Wipe Away The Teardrops

When sorrow comes upon you and you feel you can't go on,
Remember there's a Savior, waiting for us to come on home.
He hath prepared the way, through the cross upon Calvary's hill.
He'll wipe away all teardrops, when we heed His blessed will.
He wipes away all teardrops from His children's eyes, with His love.
He is readying our mansions, where we'll live when we're lifted above.
When we sin and ask Him to forgive, then we're like new again.
He wipes away every teardrop from each woman, child or man.
Can't you feel His love beating inside your heart, most everyday?
I can feel His love rushing into my heart, as I, softly, to Him pray.
Someday, He'll carry us under His wing, to the wondrous shore,
over there, and up on our heads, as He takes us home, maybe a halo we'll wear.
We'll see all loved ones who have journeyed on before us, up there.
And, I can think about the love of My Savior and pray in Awesome prayer to a Savior Who's waiting for that day when, in glory, there will be, above,
In mansions built not with hands, but with the Holiness of His love.
He'll wipe away all teardrops from our eyes; no more pain or sorrow will ever be again, as He brings us into Heaven's sweet tomorrow.
Help us to be worthy, Oh, Lord.
Help us to accept Thine Own Son, that Satan's work will
vanish, as You take us home.

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The Mountain I'm Climbing

The mountain I'm climbing is so steep, I have so far to go.
Each step I take is a struggle for me, I go so very slow.
I keep looking back wondering if this is too hard for me,
Maybe I should just turn around for the peak I still can't see.

I'm tired and weak but I keep heading up, the top seems much further now. I slow down some more for I'm filled with pain, how can I do this, how?
I know there's a reason I face this steep hill, but that reason is unclear. So many questions fill me with doubt, right now it's all I can hear.

Part of me wants to just give up, and walk away from it all.
But God loves me and won't let me give up, He'll never let me fall.
I know He's the reason I still have hope, why I keep going on.
For He is with me giving me strength, His help is never gone.

He is the reason that I believe, that things will get better soon.
When I feel sad or overwhelmed, He fills my heart with a tune.
No matter how high my mountain can get, I don't have to climb it alone.
For Jesus, my best friend is by my side, I'm never on my own.
The mountain I'm climbing is still steep, but I'm keeping my eyes on the Lord.
At times I feel I just can't go on, then I feel His love being poured.
It flows like a fountain all over me, giving me strength all day long.
And when I'm too weak He carries me, until I am feeling strong.

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Hope Makes A Difference

Hope looks for the good in people instead of harping on the worst in them.
Hope opens doors where despair closes them.
Hope discovers what can be done instead of grumbling about what cannot be done.
Hope draws its power from a deep trust in God and the basic goodness of mankind.
Hope "lights a candle" instead of "cursing the darkness."
Hope regards problems, small or large, as opportunities.
Hope cherishes no illusions, nor does it yield to cynicism.

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Oatmeal Days

It's not always the red-flag crisis days that are hardest to take. It's the oatmeal days. The ordinary, days of little or no consequence. The ho-hum days filled with nothing of any particular interest. Colorless, uninteresting, unfascinating, unspectacular, and unfun. The days everyone deals with. We cope. We wend our way through the tangle of tedious activity and sandpaper people scattered through our day and get no applause, because coping is expected. Not so during the red-flag crisis times. People tend to rally behind us with loving support. We're lifted above the crisis and enabled beyond human comprehension at times. On oatmeal days, after a crisis has peaked, it may seem as if friends have forsaken us, as if God doesn't care. But reality will be that life has merely pushed us and our friends one step further in the Christian growth walk. The God of the crisis times is the God of the oatmeal days, too. Because He said "He is." Because He keeps His promises always. Because we can't get along without Him. And because we wouldn't want to if we could.

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My Wish For You

Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy.
Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed confidence
in your ability to work through it.
Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.
Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude

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"A man knows when he is growing old, because he begins to look like his father."

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"I cannot think of any need in childhood as
strong as the need for a father's protection."

I Come Alone

As I drew in my first breath of life
Being born into this world
That day so long ago
I come alone

As a small child saying "good night" prayers,
under the watchful eyes of my Mother
Kneeling there beside my bed
I come alone

Through my adolescent years
As I grew and I learned
When things went wrong
It was to You I turned
I come alone

When in my teens and my eyes were opened
Fully realizing I needed You in my life
guiding and directing
I knelt and asked for "forgiveness"
Surrendering my heart
I come alone

Through my times of sorrow
Through my times of pain
And I felt so lost and alone
When the storms were all about
Again I knelt down on my knees
I come alone

When the burdens in life seem heavy
And my path seems so unclear
For answers to my problems
I need to feel You near
So once again I kneel to pray
Calling out Your name
I come alone

Though I've been blessed with a loving family
And many wonderful, caring friends
Their concern and kind words mean much
Ultimately, it is to You I turn in my darkest hours
Whispering, please Lord help me
Show me the way
I come alone

When my time on this earth is through
When I'm coming home to You
I want to have no regrets
I want to be settled in my heart
I don't want to look back
I want my eyes fixed on You
I come alone

We call upon our higher selves, our guides, to lift the vibrations of all who reside on Mother Earth, to send energy for healing to all that reside on Mother Earth. So that she may take her rightful place in the Universe. Upholding the God spark for all the Universes and Galaxies to see. So she can send healing to all life forms in existence, embrace the Oneness that is and will always be.

We are part of that Oneness and we belong to that Oneness. We acknowledge, and understand it is a part of the Great Spirit's plan to bring us back home. We honor the Great Spirit, and our guides, for supporting us.

We recommit ourselves to furthering our knowledge, and in doing so, continuing the Circle Of Life

Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for His
compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

Prayer: LORD, regardless of what happened yesterday, Your mercy is new this morning! Regardless of what happened last year, or any time in the past, Your mercy is new this morning! Help me to move forward in this new day with renewed hope for the future You have in store for me. I thank You that Your mercy and compassion have no limits.
Therefore, I have reason to hope and my strength is renewed. I will trust in Your great faithfulness and unfailing love.

1 Cor. 15:58,
“So, my dear brothers and sisters, be strong and steady, always enthusiastic about the Lord’s work, for you know that nothing you do for the Lord is useless.”

I Found God Today

I found God today, through the eyes of a child,
He looked up at me, and he gave me a smile,
He brought me such comfort, for which I have longed,
Through the eyes of a child, I realized I belonged,
I found God today, in an old woman's face,
As she held my hands, I felt God's embrace,
From problems life I knew, I would prevail,
Which I felt through her hands, so old and so frail,
I found God today, in the warmth of a friend,
Who has given me strength, for which I can depend,
When life had me down, and I felt so depressed,
I realized through my friend, just how much I was blessed
I found God today, when I searched for so long,
And it's now I realize, He's been there all along,
In family and friends, and in all who I see,
Each day I find God, and now I've found Him in me.

God's Message To Women

When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being.
When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils.

But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could... patiently and perfectly fashion you.
Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity.
From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man's life.
I chose the rib, which protects his heart and
lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do
Around this one bone I shaped you.
I modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully.
Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile.
You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart.
His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life.
The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart.
Support man as the rib cage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be under him nor were you taken from his head, to be above him.
You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side.

You are My perfect angel. You are My beautiful little girl.
You have grown to be a splendid woman of
excellence, and My eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart.
Your eyes - don't change them.
Your lips - how lovely when they part in prayer.
Your nose, so perfect in form, your hands so gentle to touch.
I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep; I've held your heart close to Mine.
Of all that lives and breathes, you are the most like Me.

Adam walked with Me in the cool of the day and yet he was lonely.
He could not see Me or touch Me. He could only feel Me.
So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with Me,
I fashioned in you: My holiness, My strength, My purity, My love, My protection and support.
You are special because you are the extension of Me.
Man represents My image, woman My emotions.
Together, you represent the totality of God.
So man... treat woman well.
Love her, respect her, for she is fragile.
In hurting her, you hurt Me.
What you do to her, you do to Me.
In crushing her, you only damage your own
heart, the heart of Your Father, and the heart of Her Father.
Woman... support man.
In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you.
In gentle quietness show your strength.
In love show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.

The special little angels that God has let us borrow
Have lived their too short lives knowing nothing but sorrow
There is nothing more precious than tiny little feet
Making the pitter patter sounds and make your life complete
Their tiny little hands hold on to big hands they adore
Why can’t we love them equally and give them so much more
Why must we find such angels in garbage cans and rivers
And hear about such horrors that up your spine send shivers
When babies are so tiny they do not understand
Why mommy wasn’t there for them to lend a helping hand
Where was she when they needed her where were the loving arms
The ones that were supposed to guard and keep them from all harm
Why were those eyes so hateful, why is mommy being so mean
What have I done to make her ignore my desperate screams
Maybe someone will hear me is there a mommy there?
Will she please take me with her and show me that she cares
Dear Lord, I’m just a baby, please make her understand
She’s not supposed to kill me or leave me in this can
Oh God, I thought you told me that she would love me so
That she would love me always and rock me to and fro
You said that she would kiss me and hold me when I cry
But dear Lord she is leaving me and hoping that I die
I am too small to crawl right now and much too small to walk
Oh Lord please won’t you tell her for I can’t even talk
I promise I’ll be happy, I promise I won’t cry
Oh please, dear Lord, please tell her, I’ll really really try
To be the perfect baby I’ll do my very best
I’ll sleep, I promise, soundly, and even let her rest
If only she could hear my thoughts, I promise not to nag
Please someone won’t you help me, she’s put me in this bag
Maybe someone will find me before the break of dawn
And care for me and love me before my life is gone

As long as you don't forgive, who and whatever it is will
occupy rent-free space in your mind.
Isabelle Holland

After the Storm

The storms may come and limbs may break;
Yet others bend beneath the weight--
Of heavy rain and windy breeze...
A storm can mark the strongest trees.
Life sometimes deals with us this way;
In unseen trials we meet each day.
It's not how much our body's break
Or how much they may bend;
It's our outlook in our own life
That helps our spirits mend.

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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