Rejoice
God of the sky,
God of the sea,
and bird and tree,
you are also the God of me.
The pebble fell.
The water stirred
and stilled again.
The hidden bird
made song for you.
His praise you heard.
You heard him sing
from in the tree.
And searching still
I know you'll see
the love that wings
to you from me.
~ by Luci Shaw ~
Love is.....
Love is God because He is good.
Love is Santa because he brings lots of toys.
Love is a family who is always nice to me.
Love is my cat when she plays with me.
Love is WONDERFUL!
Gavin Morters....7 yrs old
Dear Heavenly Father,
May we all remember how wonderfully simple love is.......
it is all that fills us with good....
and all that we pass along that is good.......
love is a WONDERFUL gift from you.
We thank you for your unconditional love for us.
In Jesus name, Amen.
THE SHIPWRECK
There was only one person alive on the small island. He prayed everyday asking God to send someone to rescue him. Everyday he looked around for God's help but he couldn't find it. Tired of waiting, he made a shelter to protect himself and protect his few possessions. But then one day, after looking for food, he came back to find his little shelter on fire.
The worse thing was that everything he owned was burned. He was confused and mad at God. He asked God, "why did you do this to me?" and he fell asleep over the sand. Early the next morning, he heard the sound of a boat that came close to the island. They were rescuers. He asked them how they knew he was there. The rescuers said to him that they saw the smoke signals he made.
It's easy to get mad at things when they go wrong, but we shouldn't lose our heart, because God is working in our lives. Remember, the next time your small house is on fire, it might simply be a smoke signal that comes from God. For every negative thing that happens to us, we should tell ourselves, "God has a positive answer to this".
~ Author Unknown~
The Pot
There once was a king
who would hunt with a friend
To get his gun loaded
on his pal he'd depend;
The friend must have been dumb
for the king lost his thumb
their friendship then came to an end.
Now quite a while later
the king hunted alone
And in danger of losing
his flesh down to the bone;
Was saved from the pot
for a thumb he had not
something his captors just could not condone.
The King realised that
his friend was his Saviour
And was ashamed of his selfish,
unkindly behaviour;
His friend he mustn't fail
set him free from the jail
Praise Him, Praise the Lord, Hallelujah!
But the tale doesn't end
for the friend was reprieved
He too missed the pot
and for that felt relieved;
With a friendship restored
and the king's gun re-bored
the cannibals will not get their feed.
~ Author Unknown~
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And God Created Woman
God said....
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.
1 Corinthians 11:12 (NKJ) "For as woman came from man, even so man also comes through woman; but all things are from God."
~ Author Unknown~
When I Say, "I Am A Christian"
When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not shouting "I am saved."
I'm whispering "I was lost";
That is why I chose this way.
When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble,
And need someone to be my guide.
When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak,
And pray for strength to carry on.
When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed,
And cannot ever pay the debt.
When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are too visible,
But God believes I'm worth it.
When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches,
Which is why I speak His name.
When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority;
I only know I'm loved.
~ Carol S. Wimmer ~
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