| It is not God's function to create or uncreate the circumstances and conditions of your life. God created you, in the image and likeness of God. You have created the rest. |
| Inspirations |
| What am I thankful for this year? What blessings come to mind? My dear friends and relations, So loving and so kind. Each time I see the sunrise And the beauties of the day The unexpected little joys I find along the way. What am I thankful for this year? the small and furry things The hope that keeps me going The peace believing brings, I have so much to thank God for, I don't know where to start, I only know He walks with me, And lives within my heart. Grace Easley |
| A.S.A.P. There's work to do, deadlines to meet, you've got no time to spare, but as you hurry and scurry, always say a prayer. In the midst of family chaos, "quality time" is rare. Do your best; let God do the rest: always say a prayer. It may seem like your worries are more than you can bear. Slow down and take a breather; always say a prayer. God knows how stressful life is, He wants to ease our cares, and He will respond: A.S.A.P. ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER! |
| People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway. The biggest person with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind. Think big anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. People really need help but may attack if you help them. Help people anyway. Give the world the best you have and you might get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you've got anyway. Mother Teresa Catholic Nun, Missionary |
| My Silent Prayer It's early mourn; night slowly moving away. No doubt sunrise is near, bringing a new day upon the world. This is the place; my own special place, to talk with my Best Friend. This is where you will find me. Kneeling, hands folded, head bowed with eyes closed; crying silently that one prayer.You know the one Lord. My desire is to be a good servant to You, but I have a troubled and confused heart, and I don't know what to do, so that You and I will not drift apart. My heart swept away by this current known as love, these emotions deepen with each passing day. Only my Father from above can set my life on the right pathway. It is so true life is a road filled with twists and turns. It's all so uncertain, for each and every one of us as we travel this unpredictable terrain. And so, it is for me now, to be at one of those forks in the road. Dear Father in heaven, which path do I take to reach my destiny, for that ultimate peace and joy that only Your grace can give me? Do I go left or do I go right? Keeping all that I have--and even more, or lose it all and be totally alone with no hope for love. Much worse though is the greater fear of no redemption for my soul. Maybe, I'm to trudge straight ahead carrying on silently, bearing this inner turmoil, trying never to think of it again. I solemnly pray In Jesus' precious name, show me the way. What must have been just moments later; since I bowed my head to pray, I felt your hand upon my shoulder, giving me a warm and reassuring effect. But from you, no less would I expect. Lifting my head and opening my eyes, there in the risen sun's splendor, I saw you. Somehow, I knew everything would be fine. That day so long ago, when our hearts touched for the first time, try as I would to forget it, it never leaves my mind. Denial is no longer a choice for me. Ignoring this bond I have with you, results only in graver intensity. Every moment of every passing day; flooded with thoughts of you, gives me much happiness within my soul. And without hesitation I can say these feelings never disappear. Believe me they don't, whether you are there or here. Daring to say more, there is that endless struggle too, discerning what dreams belong to me. And what is my real life's destiny? Said plainly, what is my future beyond that dream door? Taking Your hand in mine, what seemed to be again a moment in time, these thoughts and more flash through my mind. Would it be the right thing to do continuing to pray for the right answer? Can't help but wonder that perhaps You already know too, the truth of the matter. You Have indeed captured my heart. Before I could utter a word I'm once again alone, the day almost a mere memory. Kneeling with uplifted hands, with the setting sun behind me. I'm reaching out to my Lord. I need Your wisdom, I pray for this fervently. As the curtain of darkness returns to envelop the land, please bless me with Your grace and mercy. Release me from this affliction entirely, because from it I truly need my freedom. By Ruth A. Chapman |
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