Hi, I would like to wish you a happy and safe Thanksgiving holiday. The following is a Thanksgiving gift for you:
* If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep... you are richer than 75% of this world.
* If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace... you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.
* If you woke up this morning with more health than illness... you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.
* If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation... you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.
* If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death... you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.
* If your parents are still alive and still married... you are very rare, even in the United States.
* If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful... you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.
* If you can hold someone's hand, hug them or even touch them on the shoulder... you are blessed because you can offer a healing touch.
* If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you, and furthermore, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.
Isn't this a wonderful day to give thanks?
"The pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts... nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving." ~ H. W. Westermayer
"Once, when my feet were bare, and I had not the means of obtaining shoes I came to the chief of Kufah in a state of much dejection, and saw there a man who had no feet. I returned thanks to God and acknowledged his mercies, and endured my want of shoes with patience." ~ Sadi, The Gulistan
I wish you
moments filled with tenderness,
with friendship and laughter -
I wish you all the things
that make up happy days
and cherished memories -
I wish you all of these and more
on Valentine's Day.
The Oldest American Holiday...
Celebrating Thanksgiving as a time to focus on God and His blessings dates back almost four centuries in America. Although such celebrations occurred as early as 1607 at Cape Henry, VA, our current tradition of Thanksgiving came to us from the Pilgrims. Sailing from England on September 6, 1620, the Pilgrims spent two months braving the harsh elements of a storm-tossed sea. After finally landing and going ashore at Plymouth Rock, they held a prayer service, then began hastily building shelters. But nothing prepared them for the bitter winter ahead. Before spring half of them had died. Yet through perseverence in prayer and the help of neighboring Indians, they reaped a bountiful harvest the following summer. In December 1621, the grateful Pilgrims declared a three-day feast to thank God and celebrate with their Native American friends. America's first Thanksgiving festival began an annual tradition that slowly spread to other New England colonies.
Proclaiming a Day of Thanks...
Congress recommends a day of...thanksgiving and praise so that the people may express the grateful feelings of their hearts...and join...their prayers that it may please God, through the merits of Jesus Christ, to forgive our sins and...to enlarge His kingdom which consists in righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Ghost. --Continental Congress, 1777 (Samuel Adams and Richard Henry Lee)
I appoint...a day of public Thanksgiving to Almighty God...to ask Him that He would...pour out His Holy Spirit on all ministers of the Gospel; that He would...spread the light of Christian knowledge through the remotest corners of the earth...and that He would establish these United States upon the basis of religion and virtue. ~ Governor Thomas Jefferson, 1779
Fill your mouth and the atmosphere with gratitude - thank God for all He is, for all He has done and is doing in your life. You and the world around you will change!
May God be with you
And minute of the day
To bless you
with His watchfull care,
To hear you when you pray,
To give you strength
for all your needs
As only He can do -
That's the prayer
that's offered now
On Valentine's Day for You!
How often we wish for another chance
to make a fresh beginning.
A chance to blot out our mistakes,
and change failure into winning.
It does not take a new year
to make a brand new start;
It only takes the deep desire
to give God all of your heart.
You will live so much better;
By Him, you will be forgiven,
adding a little Christian love
to the world in which we're livin'.
So, never give up in despair,
and think that you are through...
for with God there's still tomorrow,
and a chance to start anew.
Give us through the coming year
Quietness of mind,
Teach us to be patient
And always to be kind...
And show us that in quietness
We can feel Your presence near,
Filling us with joy and peace
Throughout the coming year.
Wishing you the joy
of a new year blessed with peace and contentment.
does a kindness,
it always seems to me
That's the way
God up in heaven
would like us all to be.
For when we
bring some pleasure
to another human heart,
We have followed
in His footsteps
and we've had a little part
In serving Him who loves us -
for I'm very sure it's true
That in serving those around us,
we serve and please Him, too.
The things you do for others,
your kindness and your love
Are a day-by-day reflection
of our Father up above,
And so this brings
a Christmas prayer
that God will richly bless
All you do and all your days
with love and happiness.
At Christmas time there was a man who looked so out of place,
as people who rushed about him at a hurried sort of pace.
He stared at all the Christmas lights, the tinsel everywhere,
The shopping center, Santa Claus, with children gathered near.
The Mall was packed with shoppers who were going to and fro,
some with smiles and some with frowns and some too tired to go.
They rested on the benches or they hurried on their way,
to fight the crowd for purchases to carry home that day.
The music from a stereo was playing loud and clear
of Santa Claus, and snow men, and a funny-nosed reindeer.
He heard the people talk about the good times on the way,
of parties, fun, and food galore, and gifts exchanged that day.
"I'd like to know what's going on," the man was heard to say,
"There seems to be some sort of celebration on the way.
And would you tell me who this is, all dressed in red and white?
And why are children asking him about a special night?"
The answer came in disbelief, "I can't believe my ear!
I can't believe you do not know that Christmas time is here,
The time when Santa comes around with gifts for girls and boys,
When they're asleep on Christmas, he leaves them books and playthings.
The man you see in red and white is Santa Claus, so sly,
the children love his joyful laugh and twinkle in his eye.
His gift packed sleigh is pulled along by very small reindeer,
As he flies quickly through the air, while darting here and there.
The children learn of Santa while they are still quite small.
When Christmas comes, he is the most important one of all."
The stranger hung His head in shame, He closed a nail-pierced hand.
His body shook in disbelief; He did not understand.
A shadow crossed His stricken face, His voice was low but clear,
"After all these years, they still don't know."
And Jesus shed a tear.
It was only four days before Christmas. The spirit of the season
hadn't yet caught up with me, even though cars packed the parking
lot of our local discount store. Inside the store, it was worse.
Shopping carts and last minute shoppers jammed the aisles.
Why did I come today? I wondered. My feet ached almost as much as
my head. My list contained names of several people who claimed
they wanted nothing but I knew their feelings would be hurt if I
didn't buy them anything.
Buying for someone who had everything and deploring the high cost
of items, I considered gift-buying anything but fun.
Hurriedly, I filled my shopping cart with last minute items and
proceeded to the long checkout lines. I picked the shortest but
it looked as if it would mean at least a 20 minute wait.
In front of me were two small children - a boy of about 5 and a
younger girl. The boy wore a ragged coat. Enormously large,
tattered tennis shoes jutted far out in front of his much too
short jeans. He clutched several crumpled dollar bills in his
The girl's clothing resembled her brother's. Her head was a
matted mass of curly hair. Reminders of an evening meal showed on
her small face. She carried a beautiful pair of shiny, gold house
slippers. As the Christmas music sounded in the store's stereo
system, the girl hummed along, off-key but happily.
When we finally approached the checkout register, the girl
carefully placed the shoes on the counter. She treated them as
though they were a treasure.
The clerk rang up the bill. "That will be $6.09," she said.
The boy laid his crumpled dollars atop the stand while he
searched his pockets. He finally came up with $3.12. "I guess we
will have to put them back, " he bravely said. "We will come back
some other time, maybe tomorrow."
With that statement, a soft sob broke from the little girl. "But
Jesus would have loved these shoes, " she cried. "Well, we'll go
home and work some more. Don't cry. We'll come back," he said.
Quickly I handed $3.00 to the cashier. These children had waited
in line for a long time. And, after all, it was Christmas.
Suddenly a pair of arms came around me and a small voice said,
"Thank you lady."
"What did you mean when you said Jesus would like the shoes?" I
asked. The boy answered, "Our Mommy is sick and going to heaven.
Daddy said she might go before Christmas to be with Jesus." The
girl spoke, "My Sunday school teacher said the streets in heaven
are shiny gold, just like these shoes. Won't Mommy be beautiful
walking on those streets to match these shoes?" My eyes flooded
as I looked into her tear streaked face. "Yes" I answered, " I am
sure she will."
Silently I thanked God for using these children to remind me of
the true spirit of giving."
He came in a way
that fulfilled so much...
Walked in a way
that taught so much...
Died in a way
that provided so much...
Rose in a way
that conquered so much...
Lives in a way
that gives so much...
Loves in a way
that means so much...
May your Christmas be filled
with His love
in a multitude of ways.
Having a friend is like having a wish come true; one that will always bring the best of life to you.
A friend is a blessing and a miracle. A friend is a guiding light. A friend is a reminder that everything is all right. Friends always seem to understand. They do more than hear, they listen. They smooth out the rough edges and offer a hand...
Friends share: their shortcomings. Their highest hopes. Their serious thoughts. Their silliest jokes. Friends are where honesty comes from and where wishes go when they don't want to be alone. Being with a friend is what it really means to feel at home.
My heart is happy that I have a friend as wonderful as you.
You have given so much kindness and goodness and care the whole year through - that each day has known some of the wonder of Christmas - and each season shared with you has been a beautiful one.
I thank you with all of my heart for being my friend... and I wish you a very Merry Christmas.
God's blessings are too many
To count or understand -
He spreads them all around us
With a kind and lavish hand -
There's the sunlight every morning,
The stars that light each night,
Food and friends, and those we love,
And homefires burning bright...
We could not start to thank Him
For the gifts He sends our way,
Not even each day we live
Could be Thanksgiving Day!
It's a time to count the blessings
That are ours from Heaven above,
To thank God for His goodness,
And to praise Him for His love...
May the blessings that surround you
Fill your heart with thankfulness,
And may your Thanksgiving be a day
That God will truly bless!
wow, i love the part about the graves and huts, was that for us poor indians? we still look at it as a day of giving and recieving friendship, some indians do not eat turkey, like the seml/miccasu indians of fla, where the caddo indians, my nation, has a love for turkey, and a thousands of year old dance called, the turkey dance, little indian trivia for you...my sisters and my mom and there kids and one of my brothers, are all getting together...I love my family, and my brothers wife is having a baby today, or maybe tomorw, i will be a aunt, llol...