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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/16/2008 12:32:01 AM
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This has been around before but maybe not in the forums. It would be something if everyine reading this took part. God Bless!
If WE all did this -- even just for a week -- God would take our prayers seriously. Government isn't going to heal our land; our repentance is. Running our country according to the biblical commandments will heal our land -- nothing else.
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ONE MINUTE EACH NIGHT....8:00 PM Central Time
God Bless !!! Do you believe we can take God at His word? Call upon His name, then stand back and watch His wonders to behold. This scripture gives us, as Christians, ownership of this land and the ability to call upon God to heal it. I challenge you to do so. We have never been more desperate than now for God to heal our land. This election is the scariest I remember in my lifetime.
1 Chronicles 7:14: If my people, which are called by my name shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
During WWII, there was an advisor to Churchill who organized a group of people who dropped what they were doing every night at a prescribed hour for one minute to collectively pray for the safety of England, its people and peace. This had an amazing effect as bombing stopped. There is now a group of people organizing the same thing here in America. The United States of America and our citizens need prayer more than ever ! ! !
If you would like to participate: each evening at 9:00 PM Eastern Time (8:00 PM Central, 7:00 PM Mountain, 6:00 PM Pacific), stop whatever you are doing and spend one minute praying for the safety of the United States, our troops, our citizens, for peace in the world, the up-coming election, that the Bible will remain the basis for the laws governing our land and that Christianity will g row&nb sp;in the U.S.
If you know anyone who would like to participate, please pass this along.
Someone said if people really understood the full extent of the power we have available through prayer, we might be speechless. Our prayers are the most powerful asset we have.
Thank You. Please pass this on to anyone who you think will want to join us.
'But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD.' (Josh. 24:15)
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/16/2008 1:31:02 AM
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God's Power In Action
(This will give you cold chills)
God has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the right time.
I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I slowed down to listen, and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting, frantic scuffling, and tearing of fabric.
Only yards from where I stood, a woman was being attacked. Should I get involved? I was frightened for my own safety, and cursed myself for having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night. What if I became another statistic? Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and call the police?
Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in my head had taken only seconds, but already the girl's cries were growing weaker. I knew I had to act fast. How could I walk away from this? No, I finally resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life.
I am not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I don't know where I found the moral courage and physical strength -- but once I had finally resolved to help the girl, I became strangely transformed. I ran behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman. Grappling, we fell to the ground, where we wrestled for a few minutes until the attacker jumped up and escaped.
Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, I could barely see her outline, but I could certainly sense her trembling shock. Not wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her from a distance. "It's okay," I said soothingly. "The man ran away. You're safe now."
There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered in wonder, in amazement. "Dad, is that you?" And then, from behind the tree, out stepped my youngest daughter, Katherine.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/16/2008 1:50:18 AM
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What I Learned From Noah
Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark...
ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat.
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile.
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/16/2008 4:52:45 AM
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"You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine"
(Be prepared to get watery eyes!)
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.
They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day,
night after night, Michael sang to his sister in mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.
The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the
Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown , Tennessee .
In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every
three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and
Karen found herself in hours of labor.
Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's
little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition.
With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.
Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot.
They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but
now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral. Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. I want to
sing to her, he kept saying.
Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the
week was over.
Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never
allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not. If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket.
The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed." The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she stated.
Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing.
In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are my
sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray." Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.
"Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes.
"You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away.
"As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing
became as smooth as a kitten's purr "Keep on singing, sweetheart."
"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms". Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the
bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine
away..."
The next day...the very next day. the little girl was well enough to go home.
Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a Brother's Song.
The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's
love.
NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.
LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
Life is good.
Have a Wonderful Day!
In God We Trust!
"The evidence of God's presence far outweighs the proof of His absence."
Melina Melendez
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/16/2008 4:59:17 AM
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Garbage Truck
There's a lot of truth to this and I will remember it.
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport . We were
driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks,
skidded, and missed the other car by just inches!
The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling
at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean,
he was really friendly.
So I asked, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your
car and sent us to the hospital!"
This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, "The Law of
the Garbage Truck."
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run
around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of
disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump
it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally.
Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.
Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at
home, or on the streets. Don't let garbage trucks take over your day.
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so.....
"Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/16/2008 6:40:58 AM
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Love it, Santa. I've made a copy. I need to read this frequently!
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/17/2008 8:58:38 PM
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Thanks Melissa. Make a post anytime. Glad you are enjoying the "Inspirations".
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/19/2008 2:12:40 AM
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I AM THANKFUL:
FOR THE WIFE
WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,
BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,
AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.
FOR THE HUSBAND
WHO IS ON THE SOFA
BEING A COUCH POTATO,
BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME
AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.
FOR THE TEENAGER
WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES
BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,
NOT ON THE STREETS.
FOR THE TAXES I PAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM EMPLOYED .
FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE
BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.
FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.
FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE
FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,
WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,
AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME
FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING
I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT
BECAUSE IT MEANS
WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH..
FOR THE PARKING SPOT
I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING
AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION .
FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM WARM.
FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH
WHO SINGS OFF KEY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR.
FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.
FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES
AT THE END OF THE DAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN
CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.
FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF
IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.
AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL
BECAUSE ? IT MEANS
I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.
Live well, Laugh often, & Love with all of your heart!
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/19/2008 2:25:38 AM
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SISTER MARY ANN'S GASOLINE
Sister Mary Ann, who worked for a home health agency, was out
making her rounds visiting homebound patients when she ran out of
gas. As luck would have it, a Texaco Gasoline station was just a
block away.
She walked to the station to borrow a gas can and buy some gas. The
attendant told her that the only gas can he owned had been loaned out,
but she could wait until it was returned. Since Sister Mary Ann was on
the way to see a patient, she decided not to wait and walked back to her
car.
She looked for something in her car that she could fill with gas
and spotted the bedpan she was taking to the patient. Always
resourceful, Sister Mary Ann carried the bedpan to the station,
filled it with gasoline, and carried the full bedpan back to her car.
As she was pouring the gas into her tank, two Baptists watched from
across the street.
One of them turned to the other and said,
'If it starts, I'm turning Catholic.'
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/19/2008 3:25:00 AM
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"Wedding Minister"
A minister was planning a wedding at the close
of the Sunday morning service.
After the benediction he had planned to call the
couple down to be married for a brief ceremony
before the congregation.
For the life of him, he couldn't think of the names
of those who were to be married.
"Will those wanting to get married please come
to the front?" he requested.
Immediately, nine single ladies, three widows,
four widowers, and six single men stepped
to the front.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/19/2008 3:30:41 AM
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Robby's Night
True ? -- Worth Reading !
(Big Hanky alert)
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Honor. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students.
However, I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby.
But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, 'My mom's going to hear me play someday.' But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons.
I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing 'Miss Honor I've just got to play!' he insisted.
I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer.'
Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. 'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?'
Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. 'I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? ' Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well Miss Honor Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning ... And well . . . She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.'
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy. . . Of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.
Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred UP. Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995. *********
If God didn't have a purpose for us.
We wouldn't be here.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/19/2008 6:32:37 AM
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I Am a 'Kept' Woman.
You see, there were a few times when I thought I would lose my mind,
but GOD kept me sane. (Isa. 26:3)
There were times when I thought I could go no longer,
but the LORD kept me moving. (Gen 28:15)
At times, I've wanted to lash out at those whom I felt had done me
wrong,
but the LORD kept my mouth shut. (Psa. 13)
Sometimes, I think the money just isn't enough,
but GOD has helped me to keep the lights on, the water on, the car
paid, the house paid, etc.., (Matt. 6:25 -34)
When I thought I would fall, HE kept me up.
When I thought I was weak, HE kept me strong! (I Pet. 5:7, Matt.
11:28-30)
I could go on and on and on, but I'm sure you hear me!
I'm blessed to be 'kept.'
Are you...or do you know a 'kept' woman?
If so pass it on to her to let her know she is 'Kept'
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/19/2008 10:41:10 AM
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BIG HANKY ALERT!!
After twenty years of driving buses for the county transit system, John thought he’d seen everything. But something happened one cold December day in the early 1980s in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, that changed all that.
John was worrying about his problems just like the next guy. Wondering how he was going to pay the December gas bill. Wondering if he’d be able to buy any Christmas presents that year. Wondering if he was ever going to get ahead of the game.
On that cold, dreary gray-sky day before Christmas, the temperature was ten degrees and it was trying to snow. Every time John opened the bus door, a blast of cold air slapped him in the face.
“Lousy time of year,” John grumbled. “Just plain lousy.”
As usual, around 3 pm, John was driving his bus down Wisconsin Avenue. At Marquette Prep School, a private boy’s high school, he picked up the usual group of students. It seemed to John that as Christmas drew closer, the high school boys grew louder and rowdier.
Pushing and shoving, they stumbled to the back of the bus. “Rich kids,” John mumbled disgustedly to himself. Most of the boys from the prep school lived in the ritzier suburbs and would be transferring off his bus in a mile or so.
A few stops later, John pulled up in front of the Milwaukee County Medical Complex grounds where a woman was waiting in the bus shelter.
She looked to be about forty years old and pregnant, her dingy gray coat tattered from collar to hem. When she pulled herself up the steps of the bus, John noticed she was wearing only socks, no shoes.
“Good Lord, woman, where are your shoes?” he blurted out without thinking. “It’s too cold to be out without shoes! Get on in here and off that cold sidewalk!”
The woman struggled up the steps, pulling her gray buttonless coat around her protruding belly. “Never mind my shoes. This bus goin’ downtown?”
Still staring at her feet, John answered, “Well, eventually we’ll get back downtown. Have to head west first, then we’ll turn around.”
“I don’t mind the extra ride, long as I can get warm. Lordy, it’s cold out there. Wind must be comin’ off the lake!” she sighed as she handed John her money and sat down on the front seat.
The high school kids in the back started in. “Hey, lady, nice coat!”
“That a Saks Fifth Avenue special?”
“Doesn’t she know we don’t serve patrons without shoes?”
John felt like strangling every one of those kids. To distract the woman from their remarks, he continued his conversation, “Yup, it’s a rough time of year all right.”
The woman sat up straight in her seat and smoothed the wrinkles in her coat. “Sure is. I got eight kids. Had enough money this year to buy shoes for every one of ’em, but that was it. I got some slippers at home, but I didn’t want to get ’em all wet in case it snowed.”
John kept the conversation going. “Yep. It ain’t easy with Christmas and all. Money’s scarce. And if this weather doesn’t warm up, I’m wonderin’ if I’ll have enough to pay the gas bill.”
“Mister, you just be glad you got a place to live and a job. The good Lord will take care of you. Always has for me.”
John couldn’t believe that a woman who didn’t have any shoes was telling him to stop worrying.
Before long, the bus was at the end of the line, time for the kids to get off and transfer to other buses that would take them to their comfortable suburban homes.
As the boys filed off, one young student named Frank, a freshman who had been sitting just a few seats behind the woman in the gray tattered coat, stopped in front of her and handed her his new leather sport shoes, saying, “Here, lady, you take these. You need ’em more than I do.”
And with that, Frank, a fourteen-year-old kid, walked off the bus and into the ten degree evening in his stocking feet.
The busy Christmas season that year turned out better for John than all the other years and months put together.
And it wasn’t just because when the woman tried on the shoes she let out a whoop and a holler. “Why, they fit perfect! Can you believe that? Perfect. Nice and warm, too. Bless the Lord. Mister, I told you not to worry ‘bout nothin’. Don’t you see? The Lord always provides. Always.”
On a bus heading west, John’s faith in God and in mankind was completely restored on that cold gray day in Milwaukee by a woman wearing a very expensive pair of sport shoes.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/19/2008 11:06:59 AM
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quote:
ORIGINAL: Smokymtnsanta
Received from a friend
I Am a 'Kept' Woman.
You see, there were a few times when I thought I would lose my mind,
but GOD kept me sane. (Isa. 26:3)
There were times when I thought I could go no longer,
but the LORD kept me moving. (Gen 28:15)
At times, I've wanted to lash out at those whom I felt had done me
wrong,
but the LORD kept my mouth shut. (Psa. 13)
Sometimes, I think the money just isn't enough,
but GOD has helped me to keep the lights on, the water on, the car
paid, the house paid, etc.., (Matt. 6:25 -34)
When I thought I would fall, HE kept me up.
When I thought I was weak, HE kept me strong! (I Pet. 5:7, Matt.
11:28-30)
I could go on and on and on, but I'm sure you hear me!
I'm blessed to be 'kept.'
Are you...or do you know a 'kept' woman?
If so pass it on to her to let her know she is 'Kept'
Wow! Thanks for sharing this - I so needed to read this this morning!
And thanks for the hanky alerts, y'all - wonderful and heart-touching stories.
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Unforgiveness is like taking poison and hoping your enemy will die. - Joyce Meyer
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/19/2008 1:57:18 PM
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Thanks Brenda for your post. Good story.
Thanks Melissa for your kind words.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/19/2008 2:02:19 PM
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Letter from God to Woman
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, 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 centre 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.
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 most like me.
Adam walked with me in the cool of the day, 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 an extension of Me.
Man represents my image, woman my emotions.
Together, you represent the totality of God.
You are loved, respected and fragile.
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Somewhere there's someone who dreams of your smile and finds in your presence a life that's worth while. So when you are lonely, remember its true; somebody, somewhere is thinking of you.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/20/2008 2:43:12 PM
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Smokymtnsanta
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Good post Terri. Thanks.
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