It's been a trying and life changing week, so I'm posting this.
When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,
all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry,
the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things,
we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand,
that an Angel came and called my name,
and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
in heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind,
all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
a tear fell from my eye,
for all life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
so much yet to do,
it seemed almost impossible,
that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
just even for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you
and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
from His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity,
and all I've promised you".
Today for life on earth is past,
but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
but today will always last,
and since each day's the same day,
there's no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful,
so trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things,
you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
and now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand
and share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart,
for every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Everyday Thanksgiving
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl
when the alarm rings,
thank you, Lord, that I can hear.
There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against
the morning light as long as possible,
thank you, Lord, that I can see.
Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising,
thank you Lord, that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic,
when socks are lost,
toast is burned and tempers are short,
my children are so loud
thank you, Lord, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks
like the pictures in magazines
and the menu is at times
unbalanced,
thank you, Lord, for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job
is often monotonous,
thank you, Lord,
for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and
bemoan my fate
from day to day
and wish my circumstances
were not so modest,
thank you, Lord, for life. We always take things for granted, but we should all be thankfull for what we have, there is always someone else worse off than you. Even though I'm blind, I'm thankfull that God gave me the rest of my senses.
Found via the Digital angel newsletter, which I have no URL for at this time.
when the alarm rings,
thank you, Lord, that I can hear.
There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against
the morning light as long as possible,
thank you, Lord, that I can see.
Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising,
thank you Lord, that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic,
when socks are lost,
toast is burned and tempers are short,
my children are so loud
thank you, Lord, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks
like the pictures in magazines
and the menu is at times
unbalanced,
thank you, Lord, for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job
is often monotonous,
thank you, Lord,
for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and
bemoan my fate
from day to day
and wish my circumstances
were not so modest,
thank you, Lord, for life. We always take things for granted, but we should all be thankfull for what we have, there is always someone else worse off than you. Even though I'm blind, I'm thankfull that God gave me the rest of my senses.
Found via the Digital angel newsletter, which I have no URL for at this time.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Let's try this again.
I know I've been neglecting this blog, so I want to give it a fresh start. I will start posting again tomorrow, and try to find more ways to promote the blog. I'm still taking prayer requests at prayerwings(at)gmail.com.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
You Can, by A Lisa Lindsey
If you can't feed a billion people,
then feed just one.
If you can't hire twenty million unemployed,
then hire just one.
If you can't support an army,
then pray for one soldier.
If you can't cure disease,
then visit one person in the hospital.
One smile provides healing.
If you can't save the world,
then improve your community;
and if you can't improve your community,
then help your next-door neighbor.
We can't save the world,
but we can save those within hugging distance.
Don't give up.
Don't become overwhelmed.
We are responsible only for the people in our breathing space.
Charity begins with the next person you see.
Charity begins with just you and just me.
If everyone on earth felt this way, what kind of planet would it be? Found via the mountain wings newsletter at: http://mountainwings.com
then feed just one.
If you can't hire twenty million unemployed,
then hire just one.
If you can't support an army,
then pray for one soldier.
If you can't cure disease,
then visit one person in the hospital.
One smile provides healing.
If you can't save the world,
then improve your community;
and if you can't improve your community,
then help your next-door neighbor.
We can't save the world,
but we can save those within hugging distance.
Don't give up.
Don't become overwhelmed.
We are responsible only for the people in our breathing space.
Charity begins with the next person you see.
Charity begins with just you and just me.
If everyone on earth felt this way, what kind of planet would it be? Found via the mountain wings newsletter at: http://mountainwings.com
Friday, April 11, 2008
THE THREE THINGS IN LIFE
Three things in life that, once gone, never come back -
1. Time
2. Words
3. Opportunity
Three things in life that may never be lost -
1. Peace
2. Hope
3. Honesty
Three things in life that are most valuable -
1. Love
2. Self-confidence
3. Friends
Three things in life that are never certain -
1. Dreams
2. Success
3. Fortune
Three things in life that are most appreciated -
1. Generosity
2. Humor
3. Forgiveness
Three things that make a person -
1. Hard work
2. Sincerity
3. Commitment
Three things in life that can destroy a person -
1. Alcohol / Drugs
2. Pride
3. Anger
Three things that are truly constant -
Father - Son - Holy Ghost
-- Author Unknown, found via http://emailministry.org
1. Time
2. Words
3. Opportunity
Three things in life that may never be lost -
1. Peace
2. Hope
3. Honesty
Three things in life that are most valuable -
1. Love
2. Self-confidence
3. Friends
Three things in life that are never certain -
1. Dreams
2. Success
3. Fortune
Three things in life that are most appreciated -
1. Generosity
2. Humor
3. Forgiveness
Three things that make a person -
1. Hard work
2. Sincerity
3. Commitment
Three things in life that can destroy a person -
1. Alcohol / Drugs
2. Pride
3. Anger
Three things that are truly constant -
Father - Son - Holy Ghost
-- Author Unknown, found via http://emailministry.org
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Going Home
Years ago, I was enthralled as I listened to a pastor who for several years had faithfully served the church. His executive responsibilities had taken him all over this country. As he concluded his message, he told of one of the most frightening yet thought-provoking experiences of his life.
He had been on a long flight. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: "Fasten your seat belts." Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."
As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."
And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.
The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
And then, I suddenly saw a girl to whom the storm meant nothing. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat and was reading a book. Everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid."
The minister could hardly b elieve his eyes. It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, he lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.
Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid. The sweet child replied, "Sir, my Dad is the pilot, and he is taking me home."
Jesus said, "Fear not." Those who have given their hand to Jesus must trust that the Father is taking them Home. Author unknown, found via the Inspired Buffalo newsletter at: http://inspiredbuffalo.com
He had been on a long flight. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: "Fasten your seat belts." Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."
As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."
And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.
The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
And then, I suddenly saw a girl to whom the storm meant nothing. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat and was reading a book. Everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid."
The minister could hardly b elieve his eyes. It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, he lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.
Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid. The sweet child replied, "Sir, my Dad is the pilot, and he is taking me home."
Jesus said, "Fear not." Those who have given their hand to Jesus must trust that the Father is taking them Home. Author unknown, found via the Inspired Buffalo newsletter at: http://inspiredbuffalo.com
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Talking to God
As you got up this morning, I watched you and hoped you would talk to Me, even if it was just a few words, asking my opinion or thanking me for something good that happened in your life yesterday. But I noticed you were too busy trying to find the right outfit to put on and wear to work. I waited again.
When you ran around the house getting ready I knew there would be a few minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were too busy.
At one point you had to wait fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit in a chair. Then I saw you spring to your feet. I thought you wanted to talk to me but you ran to the phone and called a friend to get the latest gossip.
I watched as you went to work and I waited patiently all day long. With all your activities I guess you were too busy to say anything to me.
I noticed that before lunch you looked around, maybe you felt embarrassed to talk to me, that is why you didn't bow your head. You glanced three or four tables over and you noticed some of your friends talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn't.
That's okay.
There is still more time left, and I have hope that you will talk to me yet you went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do.
After a few of them were done you turned on the TV, I don't know if you like TV or not, just about anything goes there & you spent a lot of time each day in front of it, not thinking about anything - just enjoying the show. I waited patiently again as you watched the TV and ate your meal but again you didn't talk to me.
Bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said goodnight to your family you plopped into bed and fell asleep in no time.
That's okay because you may not realize that I am always there for you. I've got patience more than you will ever know. I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well. I love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod, prayer or thought or a thankful part of your heart. It is hard to have a one-sided conversation.
Well you are getting up again and once again I will wait with nothing but love for you hoping that today you will give me some time.
Have a nice day!
Your friend,
GOD.
Author unknown, found via http://inspiredbuffalo.com I'm going to try to get back on a daily posting schedule for this blog!!
When you ran around the house getting ready I knew there would be a few minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were too busy.
At one point you had to wait fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit in a chair. Then I saw you spring to your feet. I thought you wanted to talk to me but you ran to the phone and called a friend to get the latest gossip.
I watched as you went to work and I waited patiently all day long. With all your activities I guess you were too busy to say anything to me.
I noticed that before lunch you looked around, maybe you felt embarrassed to talk to me, that is why you didn't bow your head. You glanced three or four tables over and you noticed some of your friends talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn't.
That's okay.
There is still more time left, and I have hope that you will talk to me yet you went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do.
After a few of them were done you turned on the TV, I don't know if you like TV or not, just about anything goes there & you spent a lot of time each day in front of it, not thinking about anything - just enjoying the show. I waited patiently again as you watched the TV and ate your meal but again you didn't talk to me.
Bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said goodnight to your family you plopped into bed and fell asleep in no time.
That's okay because you may not realize that I am always there for you. I've got patience more than you will ever know. I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well. I love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod, prayer or thought or a thankful part of your heart. It is hard to have a one-sided conversation.
Well you are getting up again and once again I will wait with nothing but love for you hoping that today you will give me some time.
Have a nice day!
Your friend,
GOD.
Author unknown, found via http://inspiredbuffalo.com I'm going to try to get back on a daily posting schedule for this blog!!
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