HE Gave Me Memories

At this time of my life when my days on this earth are numbered.
I go back into my memories where I am never encumbered.
Such beautiful reminders of the wonderful life I’ve lead.
A terrific place to visit and enjoy rather than the present life instead.

I can stay as long as I want to, no hurry to leave this place.
I can remember my childhood so well for it was my true base.
The loving parents I had were treasures given to me for awhile.
Remembering their loving ways always leaves me with a smile.

My favorite time was waking up to the smell of homemade bread.
So it was very easy for me to quickly get out of my bed.
I can still taste the sticky buns all gooey and warm inside.
Oh, I had a astonishing childhood filled joy and pride.

The loving gift of memory is one of my favorites that God gave me.
Letting me relive my amazing past and who I was destined to be.
So if life gets difficult for me at times I know where I want to go.
Its’ back into my memories, with the love & security, I know.

I write about it because I know many of you weren’t as lucky as me.
Your childhood was filled with tears & no memories you want to see.
I’ll share mine with you and show you what a true childhood is about.
And I guarantee when you come to visit, you’ll hope no one lets you out.

~ Bonnie May ~

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Advancing Age

As the years pressed in upon me
And changed my life about
I?ve met the seasons gracefully
Of that I have no doubt.

I?ve caught the gentle husband
On whom my cap was set,
I?ve conquered many obstacles,
And challenges I have met.

My kids are grown into adults,
and all away from home.
I?ve seen so many places
That I once desired to roam.

Beloved pets have come and gone,
And filled a loving space,
I?ve long ago resigned
To my sagging, wrinkled face.

I move with slower gait,
No longer rush about
Love to stay at home more,
With much less in and out.

My goals have mostly all been met
With quite resolve and sap,
The most exciting thing now in my life
Is a long and restful nap.

[ Joyce Guy ]

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Bloom Where You Are Planted

"Bloom where you are planted,"
I heard a quiet voice say:
"But, Lord," I protested,
"I'm getting older, and beginning to get gray.

"It makes no difference",
This quiet voice said;
"Everyone has a place in life,
Even those confined to bed."

"But, Lord, I am weak and frustrated,
Who would listen to me?
I want to do what I can,
But I can bearly hear, or see."

"Oh, my child, you are so special,
I've made all my children that way;
You have a deep, abiding love,
That encourages others day by day."

"Believe me, my dear child,
I know what I say,
Now, no more back talk!
Just listen and obey."

I opened up my Bible,
And as I began to read,
I was truly astonished,
When I realized my need.

I'd only craved the fun in life,
It's pleasures fed my soul.
But God was telling me,
That's not His purpose or His goal.

To be humble and loving,
I can serve my Savior well,
Then I'll have my mansion in heaven,
Where for everlasting I'll dwell.

Today I found this little gift,
It made me realize how true,
So bloom where you are planted,
And God's blessings be on you...


~ Eva May Young ~

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God Said

Always Remember

Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.

But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.

Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.

But don't forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.

Always remember to forget
The troubles that have passed away.

But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.


  "Good people will be remembered as a blessing,
but the wicked will soon be forgotten."
Proverbs 10:7

[ Author Unknown ]

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One Sunday morning , the Pastor noticed little Alex standing

 in the foyer of the Church staring up at a large plaque. It was

covered with names and small flags mounted or either side

of it.

   The six year old had been staring at the plaque for some time,

so the Pastor walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said

quietly, "Good morning Alex." "Good morning Pastor" he replied

still focused on the plaque. "Pastor, what is this? The Pastor

said, well son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women

who died in the service. "Soberly, they just stood together

staring at the large plaque. Finally, little Alex's voice, barely

audible and trembling with fear, asked, "Which service , the

8:30 or the 10:30?"

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You Call That Gratitude?

Gratitude flows from praising lips
Appreciation, a flag unfurled
Never missing a chance to thank
Yeah - only in a perfect world
 
We are a most ungrateful lot
We find fault with feigned offenses
From store clerk to fellow drivers
We scowl, raising our defenses
 
We’re certain life is so unfair
So many examples to cite
The drive-thru, movie theater,
The traffic signal late at night
 
Nothing resembles perfection
And believe me we are looking
From our next door noisy neighbors
To mama’s holiday cooking
 
And our Savior looks on weeping
For there’s so much we just don’t see
The pain and hurt that we’ve been spared
The shadowed gift upon a tree
 
How can we have such arrogance?
Why should we voice such loud complaint?
Our pain can never be compared
To the suffering His life paints
 
So today instead of concern
Because someone just cut us off
We’ll offer up a word of praise
We’ll think and whisper thanks so soft
 
We live in a world of passion
Irritability is the norm
We can choose just how we’ll respond
As Jesus love in us is formed
 
Gratitude flows from praising lips
Appreciation, a flag unfurled
Never missing a chance to thank
Following One not of this world


- Glenn A. Hascall -

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NEW LIFE

Lord, I didn't hear the Angels sing,
Or music from Heaven that day.
Yet I know You were very close,
While in that bed I lay.

Now when my fears surface,
And I know that they will,
I'll remind myself of that close time,
And bid my fears be still.

For that sure showed me
That life is only a breath awsy.
That with just a thought from You,
I would have been in Heaven that day!

I guess You weren't ready for me just then,
For some reason now unknown.
Maybe there are more seeds to plant,
That so far have gone unsown.

Help me Lord to live my life,
The way You would have me do.
Filled with the joy of living,
Just like You want me to!

~DOT WILSON~

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Because of Love  

A brother and sister had made their usual hurried, obligatory pre-
Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with  their small herd of horses. The farm was where they had grown up and had  been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge  pine, which topped the  hill behind the farm. Through the years the  tree had become a talisman  to the old man and his wife, and a  landmark in the countryside. The young siblings had fond memories of their childhood here, but the city  hustle and bustle added more  excitement to their lives, and called them  away to a different life.
The old folks no longer showed their horses, for the years had taken their toll, and getting out to the barn on those frosty mornings was  getting harder, but it gave them a reason to get up in  the mornings and  a reason to live. They sold a few foals each year, and the horses were  their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day's end.
Angry, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks "Why do you not at least dispose of  The Old One." She is no longer of use to you. It's been years since you've had foals from her. You  should cut corners and save so you can have more for  yourselves. How can  this old worn out horse bring you anything but  expense and work? Why do  you keep her anyway?"
 The old man looked down at his worn boots, holes in the toes, scuffed at the barn floor and replied, " Yes, I could use a pair of new boots.
His arm slid defensively about the Old One's neck as he drew her near  with gentle caressing he rubbed her softly behind her ears. He replied softly, "We keep her because of love. Nothing else, just love."
 Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a  Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness  stole  through the valley.
 The old couple shook their heads in  sorrow that it had not been a happy  visit. A tear fell upon their  cheeks. How is it that these young folks  do not understand the  peace of the love that filled their hearts?
 So it was, that because of the unhappy leave-taking, no one noticed the  insulation smoldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw the  first spark fall. None but the "Old One".
In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames  were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair,  the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn  to save their beloved horses. But the flames were roaring now, and the  blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire's fury. His wife back from calling for help cradled him  in her arms, clinging to each other, they wept at their loss.
 By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were  left, and the old man and his wife, exhausted from their grief, huddled  together before the barn. They were speechless as they rose from the cold  snow covered ground. They nodded thanks to  the firemen as there was  nothing anyone could do now. The old man  turned to his wife, resting her  white head upon his shoulders as his shaking old hands clumsily dried her  tears with a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered, "We have lost
much, but God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas. Let us gather  strength and climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort  in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to  God that it has been spared and pray for our beloved most precious gifts  that have been taken from us.
And so, he took her by the hand and slowly helped her up the snowy  hill  as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his old and withered  hand.
 The journey up the hill was hard for their old bodies in the steep snow. As they stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they  paused to rest, looking up to the top of the hill the old couple gasped and fell to their knees in amazement at the incredible beauty before them. Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in  the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine, and it was  aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top most  bough, a crystal  crescent moon glistened like spun glass. Never had  a mere mortal created  a Christmas tree such as this. They were  breathless as the old man held  his wife tighter in his arms. Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy. Amazed and  mystified, he took his wife by the hand and pulled her forward. There,  beneath the tree, in resplendent glory, a mist hovering over and glowing  in the darkness was their Christmas gift. Shadows glistening in the night light.
 Bedded down about the "Old One" close to the trunk of the tree, was the  entire herd, safe. At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle  and had led the horses through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never  looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping cautiously through  the snow. The foals were frightened and dashed about. The skittish  yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their  tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The  mares that were in foal with a new years crop of babies, pressed uneasily 
against the "Old One" as she  moved calmly up the hill and to safety  beneath the pine. And now she lay among them and gazed at the faces of  the old man and his  wife.Those she loved she had not disappointed. Her body was brittle with  years, tired from the climb, but the golden eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift Because of love. Only Because of love.
Tears flowed as the old couple shouted their praise and joy... And again  the peace of love filled their hearts. This is a true story.
 Willy Eagle
This is an Inspirational message sent to a small group of people. My hope 
is that it will make your day just a little bit better.

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Ordinary Angels

Not all angels are in heaven;
not all angels have wings.
Some are just ordinary people,
who do ordinary things.

They carry their cross for Jesus
by the way they act and live.
And when the need arises,
of themselves they will give.

Quiet-like and unselfish,
for others they pave the way.
Though they never will admit it,
they often save the day.

They stand up for Christian values
and are honest and true.
They treat others with compassion,
with kindness, and love too.

Not all angels are in heaven;
not all angels have wings.
Some are just ordinary people
who do many Christ-like things.

~ Karen O'Leary ~

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God Speaks Quietly

Have you ever heard a quiet voice
deep down within your being,
A voice so soft, still, and calm,
it stops and sends fear fleeing?

It comes in times of trouble,
when things appear most grim.
Other times it comes for no other reason
than to let us know it comes from Him.

God tells us things so simply stated,
it's hard to misunderstand.
Yet the things He speaks go against the flesh,
but exposes His loving hand.

He sometimes gives us answers,
for which we desperately seek.
Other times, He gives the words
He wants us to earnestly speak.

Have you ever been utterly confused
not knowing which way to go,
Then suddenly the choice becomes so clear,
you wonder how you didn't know?

Has there ever arisen a crisis,
leaving you anxious with an unresolved need;
Only to have things suddenly go into reverse
and from the crisis you're freed?

Not only does God speak to us
in His still small voice,
He actively moves to accomplish His will;
giving us reason to rejoice.

That soft calm voice has given me peace,
each time I've been overwhelmed by fear.
When I listen closely, He always speaks
the exact words I need to hear.

And when I find myself in trouble,
He always hears my unspoken plea.
He comes in and sets things right,
and His perfect will I'm able to see.

I'm in a crisis as I sit and write this,
and it's totally beyond my control.
The circumstances are overwhelming.
Yet, there's peace inside my soul.

No matter what the outcome,
there's one thing I'm certain of -
I've heard the quiet voice of God,
assuring me of His love.

[ by Kathi Toups © 2001 ]

GOOD MORNING, MY DEAR FRIENDS, SORRY IF I DIDN'T COMMENT ON YOUR BLOGS YESTERDAY, I WILL TRY TO DO BETTER. HAVE A PLEASANT DAY AND DON'T DO ANYTHING THAT I WOULDN'T ENJOY :). ASAP, LOVE, HUGS N BLESSINGS MY SPECIAL FRIENDS. YT