I’ve never talked about this before, but I really need the boards advice on what could be a crucial decision. I’ve suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me.

The usual signs… Phone rings but if I answer, the caller hangs up.
My wife has been going out with the girls a lot recently although when I ask their names she always says, “Just some friends from work, you don’t know them.”

I always stay awake to look out for her taxi coming home, but she always walks down the drive. Although I can hear a car driving off, as if she has gotten out of the car round the corner. Why? Maybe she wasn’t in a taxi?

I once picked her cell phone up just to see what time it was and she went berserk and screamed that I should never touch her phone again and why was I checking up on her.

Anyway, I have never approached the subject with my wife I think deep down I just didn’t want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her.

I decided I was going to park my motorcycle next to the garage and then hide behind it so I could get a good view of the whole street when she came home. It was at that moment, crouching behind my bike , that I noticed that the valve covers on my engine seemed to be leaking a little oil.

Is this something I can fix myself or should I take it back to the dealer?

Cherokee Legend

Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of Passage?

His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him
alone.

He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the
blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it.

He cannot cry out for help to anyone.

Once he does this, he must not talk about it.

He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad
must come into manhood on his own.

The boy is naturally terrified.
He can hear all kinds of noises.
Wild beasts must surely be all around him.
Maybe even some human might do him harm The wind blew the grass and
earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the
blindfold.. It would be the only way he could become a man!

Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his
blindfold.

It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next
to him.

He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.

We, too, are never alone.
Even when we don't know it,
God is watching over us,
Sitting on the stump beside us.
When trouble comes,
All we have to do is reach out to Him.

If you liked this story, pass it on.
If not, you took off your blindfold before dawn.
Moral of the story:
Just because you can't see God,
Doesn't mean He is not there.
'For we walk by faith, not by sight.'
"Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up."

 

 PECANS IN THE CEMETERY
>
>
> On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old
> pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys
> filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out
> of sight, and began  dividing the nuts.
>
> 'One for yo u, one for me One for you, one for me,'
> said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the
> fence.
>
> Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As
> he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the
> cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he
> heard, 'One for you, one for me. One for you, one for
> me.'
>
> He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and
> rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a
> cane, hobbling along.
>
> 'Come here quick,' said the boy, 'you won't
> believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the
> cemetery dividing up the souls.'
>
> The man said, 'Beat it kid, can't you see it's
> hard for me to walk.' When the boy insisted though, the
> man hobbled slowly to the cemetery.
>
> Standing by the fence they heard , 'One for you, one
> for me. One for you, one for me.'
>
> The old man whispered, 'Boy, you've been
> tellin' me  the truth. Let's see if we can see the
> Lord.'
>
> Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were
> still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy
> gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and
> tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.
>
> At last they heard, 'One for you, one for me.
> That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence
> and we'll be done.'
>
> They say the old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes
> ahead of the kid on the bike.
>
> SMILE, God Loves you

Every thing happens for a reason, We may not

be able to see it now, but trust HIM.If we love GOD

and are called according to HIS plan, HE will make

everything that happens to us fit into a pattern for good.

1. Pain forces you to LOOK .....in the

WORD of GOD for answer.

2. Pain forces you LEAN.. on the Arm

of  GOD,  instead  of  Men.

3. Pain forces you to LEARN...where

 you went astray.

4. Pain forces you to LONG..for HIS

presence and healing.

5. Pain forces you to LISTEN..tor

changes in GOD'S instructions.

6. Pain forces you to LOVE..whatev-

er  remains.

The disobedience of one can create judgement

on many. When one defies the will of  GOD,

    everyone must pay the price for it.

                Evangelist . E. Lynch.

1. Long Suffering Vs. Suffering Long

"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance."¹

One man, whom I shall call Jerry, was divorced by his wife twenty years ago. She has long since been remarried to another man. But Jerry is still living under the delusion that she will come back to him.

Instead of growing through longsuffering, Jerry is groaning through suffering long … which is a thief of peace and happiness and has stopped him from getting on with his life (and growing)—and makes this kind of suffering worse than useless.

God's purpose for longsuffering is to help us grow, to learn patience, and become better, healthier, and more peaceful and fulfilled persons.

Suffering long is when we can change our circumstances (or at least our attitude) but keep doing what we've always done and expect different results. But as the old saying goes, "Nothing changes if nothing changes."

Unfortunately, when we are blind to the reality of what we are contributing to the situation we are in and keep hoping for change, too often we do more of the same of what we've been doing all along. And then as we remain in our pain, we play the excuse-game, the rationalization-game, and/or the blame-game … blaming others, God or the devil for our misfortunes and miseries—but fail to take personal responsibility for changing ourselves!

And how do I know? Been there—done that! I wish they would have taught me this lesson in Sunday School—or even in college!

There are two  kinds  of  people  in  this  world:

Those  who  Live  and   Learn,  and  those  who

just   Live.

 

                                Morning Glory.

The Devil Left His Bags
=======================

You put the devil out, but you let him leave his bags.

Never quite looked at it like this before...

You got out of a bad relationship because it was bad,
but you are still resentful and angry.
You let the devil leave his bags.

You got out of financial debt, but you still can't control
the desire to spend on frivolous things.
You let the devil leave his bags.

You got out of a bad habit or addiction,
but you still long to try it just one more time.
You let the devil leave his bags.

You said, I forgive you, but you can't seem to forget
and have peace with that person.
You let the devil leave his bags.

You told your unequally yoked mate that it was over,
but you still continue to call.
You let the devil leave his bags.

You got out of that horribly oppressive job, but you're still
trying to sabotage the company after you've left.
You let the devil leave his bags.

You cut off the affair with that married man/woman,
but you still lust after him/her.
You let the devil leave his bags.

You broke off your relationship with that hurtful, abusive
person, but you are suspicious and distrusting of every new
person you meet.
You let the devil leave his bags.

You decided to let go of the past hurts from growing up in an
unstable family environment, yet you believe you are unworthy of
love from others, and you refuse to get attached to anyone.
You let the devil leave his bags.

When you put the devil out, please make sure he takes his bags.


~Author Unknown~

                                             The Change
                                            ==========

It was another rough weather day. Buses weren't running because
of the road conditions. Buses cancelled meant no school.
The school of course, would still be open, but nobody ever went.

For most students, it was good news. Not for me, I had a huge
test coming up and hadn't brought home my textbook from the day
before.  So, my dad drove me out to the high school.

"How long will you be, Carrie?" He asked.

"Ten minutes, I guess."

Those ten minutes brightened my day.

You see, my school has a pretty bad reputation for being the
school for 'druggies.' Our town not being very rich, most low-
income students find themselves at this high school, and the rep
for low income students is to smoke and party. Unfortunately,
most of the student body holds to this stereotype.

So as I made my way up to my locker, up the flights of stairs,
I heard some voices. As I neared my locker, I realized that
they were coming from the classroom directly by it. I passed
the class, not looking in and opened my locker.

"I really, really want to pass the exams though," said one
voice.

Hmm, I thought. At least some kids in my school care about
grades.

"And you will. I'm really going to try and pass this class.
I'm seeing an improvement already. And if you start studying
now, you'll be fine." This was an older male voice, probably a
teacher, I assumed.

I had my books. I closed my locker, turned, and saw whom the
voices belonged to.

A teacher and a student walked out of the class, still talking
about the exam. They didn't see me; they were enthralled in
their talk. I looked on, completely eyeballing the situation.

The student was Jeff!
Of all kids, Jeff was known as the worst. He'd had his run-ins
with the law; he was a tough guy. Him wanting to pass a test
seemingly was last on his list of priorities.

I continued gaping.
What I saw next was extremely out of the ordinary.

As Jeff and the teacher neared the hall, they shook hands.
Jeff smiled, and as if shaking hands with a teacher wasn't good
enough, he brought himself into a bear hug with him. It lasted
only two seconds, but I still saw it.

"Thanks, man. You're one awesome teacher," Jeff said.
The words were simple, but sincere. Jeff and the teacher split
up, going their separate ways.

I wanted to run after Jeff, to just hug him. I felt like I had
witnessed a miracle, but I didn't. I guess I was afraid I would
ruin the perfect moment.

The week went on, I had my test. I saw Jeff later on in the
halls. I even smiled at him. He didn't seem to have changed
around his friends, but change doesn't always take place in
front of our eyes.

Jeff and that teacher made me realize something I'd never
thought of before; you can't just stereotype a person because of
what they've done in the past.

At my school, where I thought everyone was doomed for drugs and
early pregnancies, there are teachers trying to help, trying to
get students back on their feet.

Next time you see someone, (whatever their age) and they look
like they need some help, be that person to be an aid, be that
person to get them back on their feet.

If a teacher could help Jeff, believe me, you can help someone,
too.

Pied Piper

A man was looking around a small gift shop when he came across an amazingly ugly statue of a rat. As he was staring at this statue, the shopkeeper came up to him and began to speak.

"Sir, I couldn't help but notice your interest in the statue. It's only five dollars, sir, but the story behind it will cost you fifty." The man turned back around and looked in shock.

"Let me get this straight. If I buy the statue and the story behind it, I'll be paying fifty-five dollars. But if I can bear to live without the story, I'll only pay five?" The Shopkeeper grinned and nodded. Not believing what a bargain he'd got, the man quickly paid and walked out of the store.

A few moments later, he noticed that a lone rat was following him. He shrugged, and ignored the rodent, hoping it would leave. When he looked back again, some five minutes later, he saw that the number of rodents had grown to maybe fifty rats. A little nervous, he turned back to his path and continued walking.

When he looked around the third time, he saw thousands of rats following him. Horribly frightened, the man rushed to a dock overlooking the ocean and threw the statue as far out to sea as he possibly could. The rats followed the statue, sinking into the waves like stones.

The man then rushed back to the shop, elated, panicked, and still in shock. When he burst through the door, the shopkeeper gave a little chuckle. He had a smug grin on his face as he said, "I expect you've come back to buy the story." The shopkeeper held out his hand for the fifty dollars.

The customer looked confused for a second, then said. "Heck no! I wanna know if you've got a statue of a politician!"