I just had to write to tell you how much I love you and care for you. Yesterday, I saw you walking and laughing with your friends; I hoped that soon you'd want Me to walk with you, too. So, I painted you a sunset to close your day and whispered a cool breeze to refresh you. I waited - you never called - I just kept on loving you. As I watched you fall asleep last night, I wanted so much to touch you. I spilled moonlight onto your face - trickling down your cheeks as so many tears have. You didn't even think of Me; I wanted so much to comfort you. The next day I exploded a brilliant sunrise into glorious morning for you. But you woke up late and rushed off to work - you didn't even notice. My sky became cloudy and my tears were the rain. I love you. Oh, if you'd listen. I really love you. I try to say it in the quiet of the green meadow and in the blue sky. The wind whispers My love throughout the treetops and spills it into the vibrant colors of all the flowers. I shout it to you in the thunder of the great waterfalls and compose love songs for birds to sing for you. I warm you with the clothing of My sunshine and perfume the air with nature's sweet scent. My love for you is deeper than any ocean and greater than any need in your heart. If you'd only realize how I care. My Dad sends His love. I want you to meet Him - He cares, too. Fathers are just that way. So, please call on Me soon. No matter how long it takes, I'll wait - because I love you.
All are wondefully inspirational and are clear reminders of a Father who craves a realtionship with us. He waits and waits, while every day sending us continual reminders of how much he cares and desires a converstion with us.
There once was a village of blind people. One day a strange animal wandered to the edge of their small town and made a trumpeting noise the sound of which no one had ever heard.
Several of the village leaders blindly and hurriedly stumbled down the road and once again heard the enormous beast as it bellowed loudly, freezing them in their tracks.
Realizing that the creature had not attacked such obviously helpless folks, they cautiously approached and each man reached out a trembling hand to touch the unseen beast. One man felt and then stroked the creature's trunk as another touched then wrapped his arms around an enormous leg. The third man felt something brush against his face and reaching out felt the massive ear which he stroked as it moved slowly to and fro. The fourth blind man touched and then unknowingly grabbed the tail, running his hand up and down its length.
As quickly as it had appeared, the creature suddenly wandered off back into the jungle.
When they returned, the elders were asked to describe the incredible creature to the other villagers. The first man spoke saying it was indeed round, and long and thick, and it moved like a large snake. The second man disagreed, saying it was in fact round, but that it was unbending and very large, much like a pillar, and that it had rough skin. The third man chided the other two declaring they were both mistaken, stating that the creature was in fact thin and in the shape of a large fan, only with smooth skin. The fourth man cried out saying the others were all mistaken, that the creature was round but very thin and had neither rough nor smooth skin, and that it was indeed in the shape of a broom and definitely not a fan!
No matter how long or hard they tried to convince the others, no matter how much they argued or got mad and swore at each other, no one could convince the other that they were wrong and he was right.
The simple fact is, none of them were right, and then again, none of them were wrong either.
One can certainly tell where your heart and mind is sis... :}
A Servants Heart
I can hear the sound of music,
It's like a rushing mighty wind.
I've come to join the worship band,
Glorious shouts I will ascend.
Lord I'll praise You with my instruments,
I'll praise You with all my might.
I'm Yours to serve forever,
I'll surrender without a fight.
Fine tune me for Your pleasure,
Write Your score upon my heart.
Cause rising up within me,
Is a song about to start.
Praise ye the Lord.
Be Glorified Holy Master,
Your name I Bless and adore.
If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.
If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.
He sends you flowers every spring.
He sends you a sunrise every morning
Face it, friend - He is crazy about you!
God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain. But He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way. Read this line very slowly and let it sink in... If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Thank You for a broken heart,
That You might be the balm.
Thank You for the times of storm,
That You might be the calm.
Thank You for the little things
That breed axiety,
That I may rest as sparrows rest:
For You'll take care of me.
I may fuss and worry, Lord;
And, at times, feel low,
But there is not a place I flee
Where Thy Spirit does not go.
And, if for a fleeting space,
My heart cries out to Thee,
I shall rest as sparrows rest,
For You'll take care of me.
How can I bear the pain?
So many plans...permanently interrupted.
So many dreams...shattered.
Life will never be the same again.
Is it even worth living?
Where are You, God?
I'm right here beside you, My child.
Even though you may not feel My presence,
I'm holding you close under the shadow of My wings.
I will walk with you through this dark night.
Do not shrink from weeping.
I gave you tears for emotional release.
Don't try to hide your grief.
Let it become for you a source of healing.
A process of restoration,
For I have planned it so.
Those who mourn shall be blessed.
I'll be holding on to you,
Even when you feel you can't hold on to Me.
Seek My face, child of mine.
Receive My promise, impossible as it may seem now,
That joy will come in the morning.
It may take much time,
But I will heal your broken heart.
I know the night seems endless,
But MORNING WILL COME.
I have promised.
I found God in the morning,
we just sat and talked.
I kept Him near me,
everywhere I walked.
I called on God at noontime,
my heart filled with despair.
I felt His quiet presence,
I knew He was there.
We met again at sunset,
the waning of the day -
I had made Him happy -
I had lived His way.
Then when at bedtime I knelt
silently in prayer -
Again His gentle presence I felt,
Someone Does Care.
One night I had a dream -
I dreamed I was walking
along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky
Flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene
I noticed two sets
of footprints in the sand.
One belonged to me
and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
that many times along the path of my life
there was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed
that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times in my life.
This really bothered me,
and I questioned the Lord about it:
"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
You would walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed
that during the most troublesome times in my life
there is only one set of Footprints.
I don't understand
why in times when I needed you most,
You should leave me."
The Lord replied,
"My precious, precious child,
I love you and I would never,
never leave you during your times
of trial and suffering.
When you saw
only one set of Footprints,
it was then that
I Carried You."
This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa...
One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities.
Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle.
She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates). "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
"All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God" she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."
While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?"
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen". I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears stinging my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.
Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.
From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried.
I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!
Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."
A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what
else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!" God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.
Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like
doing something nice for someone? THAT'S GOD talking to you through the Holy
Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to
talk to? THAT'S GOD wanting you to talk with Him.
Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven't seen in a long
time and then next thing you know you see them or receive a phone call from
them? THAT'S GOD. There is no such thing as coincidence.
Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask for,
like money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been cleared, or a
coupon to a department store where you had just seen something you needed,
but couldn't afford? THAT'S GOD knowing the desires of your heart.
Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it was going to
get better, how the hurting would stop, how the pain would ease, but now you
look back on it. THAT'S GOD holding your hand as He helped you through
tribulation to see a brighter day.
God will never leave us empty.
If something is taken away,
He will replace it
with something better.
If He asks us to put something down,
it is so that we can
pick up something greater.
God is the great giver.
He is the blesser.
He is the bestower
of every good and perfect gift.
He not only watches over you,
He is not only with you,
He is for you-
He not only knows your situation,
Why things happen as they do
We do not always know.
And we cannot always fathom
Why our spirits sink so low-
We flounder in our distress,
We are wavering and unstable,
But when we're most inadequate
The Lord God is always able-
For though we are incapable,
God is powerful and great
And there's no darkness of the mind
That God can't penetrate-
And all that is required of us
Whenever things go wrong
Is to trust in God implicitly
With a faith that's deep and strong,
And while He may not instantly
Unravel all the strands
Of the tangled thoughts that trouble us-
He completely understands-
And in His time, if we have Faith,
He will completely restore
The brightness to our spirit
That we've been longing for-
So remember, there's no cloud too dark
For God's light to penetrate
If we keep on believing,
and have Faith Enough to Wait!
Now I view the moonlight
As it filters through the trees
Casting many silent shadows
That are dancing in the breeze
And as I gaze in rapture
At this peaceful pasture scene,
I close my eyes in restful slumber
Thanking God for all I've seen.
First I saw the sunshine,
Such a lovely sight to see,
The promise of another day
Shining through the trees.
I heard the birds' sweet singing
As they wakened with the dawn,
And I watched with new assurance
As light crept across the lawn.
Next I saw a brand new day
Spread before my anxious feet,
And I felt a silent challenge
As my heart more quickly beat.
May this day bring others pleasure
As it has brought to me,
And I pray this love that God has shown
Will never go unseen.
Then I saw the sunset,
God's masterpiece on high;
Such simple breath-taking beauty
Unfurled before my eyes.
I scarcely could express it,
T'was so profound and grand;
I felt proud to view this picture
Painted by my Master's hand.
"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open up your heart..."
"You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted.
The surgeon looked up, annoyed. "I'll cut your heart open," he continued, "to see how much damage has been done..."
"But when you open up my heart, you'll find Jesus in there.?
The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly. "When I see how much damage has been done, I'll sew your heart and chest back up and I'll plan what to do next."
"But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He lives there. The hymns all say He lives there. You'll find Him in my heart."
The surgeon had had enough. "I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart. I'll find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well."
"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there."
The surgeon left. The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes from the surgery, "...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, widespread muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant, no hope for cure. Therapy: painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis:," here he paused, "death within one year." He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said.
"Why?" he asked aloud. "Why did You do this? You've put him here; You've put him in this pain; and You've cursed him to an early death. Why?"
The Lord answered and said, "The boy, My lamb, was not meant for your flock for long, for he is a part of My flock, and will forever be. Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine. His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace, and My flock will continue to grow."
The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter: "You created that boy, and You created that heart. He'll be dead in months. Why?"
The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb, shall return to My flock, for he has done his duty: I did not put My lamb with your flock to lose him, but to retrieve another lost lamb."
The surgeon wept. The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him.
The boy awoke and whispered, "Did you cut open my heart?"
"Yes," said the surgeon.