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The things that touch my heart; a collection of thing that were shared with me
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will still be there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Remember that friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their heart to us.
Please forgive me if I have ever left a "hole" in your fence
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Comment by MaryAnn on September 12, 2008 at 7:06am
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Amen Bob & Ramona, I know that's true, about who HE is, but who is Ted Turner?
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Comment by Pastor Bob B on September 12, 2008 at 6:48am
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JESUS IS:
Lord God Almighty, Omnipotent King, Lion of Judah,
Rock of Ages, Prince of Peace, King of Kings,
Lord of Lords, Provider, Protector, Paternal Leader,
Ruling Lord and Reigning King of all the universe.
He is Father, Helper, Guardian and God. He is the
First and Last, the Beginning and the End. He is
the keeper of Creation and the Creator of all He keeps.
The Architect of the universe and the Manager of all times.
He always was, is, and will be:
Unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated, and never Undone.
He was bruised and brought healing. He was pierced
and eased pain. He was persecuted and brought freedom.
He was dead and brought life. He is risen and brings
power. He reigns and brings Peace.
The world can't understand Him, the armies can't defeat
Him, the schools can't explain Him, and the leaders can't
ignore Him. Herod couldn't kill Him, the Pharisees
couldn't confuse Him, the people couldn't hold Him!
Nero couldn't crush Him. Hitler couldn't silence Him,
the New Age can't replace Him
and Ted Turner can't explain Him away!
He is light, love, longevity, and Lord. He is goodness,
kindness, gentleness, and God. He is Holy, Righteous,
mighty, powerful, and pure. His ways are right, His Word
is eternal, His will is unchanging, and His mind is on me!
His is my redeemer, He is my Saviour, He is my guide, He is
my peace, He is my Joy, He is my comfort, He is my Lord and
He rules my life. I serve Him because His bond is love,
His burden is light, and His goal for me is abundant life.
I follow Him because He is the wisdom of the wise, the power
of the powerful, the ancient of days, the ruler of rulers,
the leader of leaders, the overseer of the overcomer, and
the sovereign Lord of all that was, is and is to come. And
if that seems impressive to you, try this for size. His goal
is a relationship with ME! He will never leave me, forsake me,
mislead me, forget me, overlook me, and never cancel my
appointment in His appointment book!
When I fall, He lifts me up. When I fail, He forgives me.
When I am weak, He is strong. When I am lost, He is The Way.
When I am afraid, He is my courage. When I stumble, He steadies
me. When I am hurt, He heals me.
When I am broken, He mends me.
When I am blind, He leads me. When I am hungry, He feeds me.
When I face trials, He is with me. When I face persecution,
He stills me. When I face problems, He comforts me. When I face
loss, He provides for me. When I face Death, He carries me Home!
He is everything for everybody, everywhere, every time, and in
every way. He is God, He is faithful, I am His, and He is mine.
My Father in Heaven can whip the father of this world, and so,
if you're wondering why I feel so secure, understand this:
He said it, and that settles it.
God is in control, I am on His side, and that means
all is well with my soul.
Author Unknown
This was sent to me from dearest Ramona
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Comment by swtswan on August 7, 2008 at 1:29pm
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Hello!~
Just wanted to Thank you for the wonderful blogs,they will bring a smile to my face when I think on them. May you always follow God's path...
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THIS MOVED ME SO MUCH I JUST HAD TO SHARE IT WITH ALL MY BELOVED CHRIST FOLLOWING FRIENDS:
Perseverance And Love
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from De Moines, Iowa. I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability.
I've never had the pleasure of having a prot? though I have taught some talented students. However I've also had my share of what I call "musically challenged" pupils. One such student was Robby.
Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student.
Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavour. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play some day." But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability.
I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed, because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mom had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practising. "Miss Hondorf...I've just got to play!" he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right.
The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my curtain closer."
Well the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practising and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he' run an eggbeater through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"
Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys; they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo...from allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on his or her feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it?" Through the microphone Robby explained: "Well Miss Hondorf...remember I told you my mom was sick? Well actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well.... she was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil. No, I've never had a prot? but that night I became a prot?...of Robby's.
He was the teacher and I was the pupil. For it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.
This is especially meaningful to me since after serving in Desert Storm Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995, where he was reportedly.... playing the piano.
And now, a footnote to the story. If you are thinking about forwarding this message, you are probably thinking about which people on your address list aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message. The person who sent this to you believes that we can all make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities a day to help realize God's plan. So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a spark of the Divine? Or do we pass up that opportunity, and leave the world a bit colder in the process?
Written by Mildred Hondorf
Submitted By: Ruby Dannhaus
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kathleen aldea has sent you a message on AllAboutGOD.Net.
Praise The Lord!
There's a little old Christian lady living next door to an atheist.
Every morning the lady comes out onto her front porch and
shouts "Praise the Lord!".
Now the atheist yells back, "There is no God". Yet She does
this every morning with the same result. As time goes on the
lady runs into financial difficulties and has trouble buying food.
So she goes out onto the porch and asks God for help with
groceries, then says "Praise the Lord".
The next morning she goes out onto the porch and there's the
groceries she'd asked for, and, of course she says "Praise the
Lord". The atheist jumps out from behind a bush and says, "Ha,
I bought those groceries - there is no God".
The lady looks at him, smiles and shouts "Praise the Lord,
not only did You provide for me Lord, You made satan pay for
it!!!!".
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Subject:FAITH
Faith
A group of scientists and botanists were exploring remote regions of the Alps in search of new species of flowers.
One day they noticed through binoculars a flower of such rarity and beauty that its value to science was incalculable. But it lay deep in a ravine with cliffs on both sides. To get the flower someone had to be lowered over the cliff on a rope.
A curious young boy was watching nearby, and the scientists told him they would pay him well if he would agree to be lowered over the cliff to retrieve the flower below.
The boy took one long look down the steep, dizzy depths and said, "I'll be back in a minute.
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A short time later he returned, followed by a gray-haired man. Approaching the botanist, the boy said, "I'll go over that cliff and get that flower for you if this man holds the rope. He's my dad.
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Oh, that God might give us the faith of that boy! Have you learned to trust the Lord like that, my friend?
I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go.
--Psalm 32:8
Author Unknown
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Four Simple Words
The woman ... went into town, and told the men, "Come, see a man who told me everything I ever did!"
JOHN 4:28-29
In the true Christian heart, sharing is instinctive. What was the instinct of the woman at the well as soon as she had received salvation? It was to share what she had found with others.
What I am saying will cause some people to feel guilty, especially those who do not find it easy to share their faith. It is not that we should go out and accost everyone we meet with the message of salvation, but we do need to be alert for every opportunity and to take advantage of it.
The four words which most succinctly summarize the gospel are each found in the Scripture passage before us today. They are these: "come . . . see . . . went . . . told."We get a firsthand knowledge - "come and see" - and then the instinctive impulse takes over - "go and tell."
And if there is no "go and tell" impulse, then perhaps the "come and see" impulse is not ours, or at least it has ceased to hold a commanding place in our lives.
A woman once wrote to me following something I had written in Every Day with Jesus and said: "I had a real experience of God and refused to share it with anyone, so it died."How sad. J. B. Phillips' translation of 2 Corinthians 9:10 is luminous: "He who gives the seed to the sower . . ."
See the inference? He gives seed only to the one who uses it - the sower. If we won't use the seed, then we won't get it. Our powers are either dead or dedicated. If they are dedicated, they are alive with God. If they are saved up or conserved, they die.
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Whispers
The man whispered, "God, speak to me" and a meadowlark sang.
But, the man did not hear.
So the man yelled, "God, speak to me" and the thunder rolled across the sky.
But, the man did not listen.
The man looked around and said, "God let me see you." And a star shined brightly.
But the man did not see.
And, the man shouted, "God show me a miracle." And, a life was born.
But, the man did not notice.
So, the man cried out in despair, "Touch me God, and let me know you are here."
Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man. But, the man brushed the butterfly away
And walked on.
I found this to be a great reminder that God is always around us in the little and simple things that we take for granted .. Even in our electronic age.
So I would like to add one more:
The man cried, "God, I need your help!" And an e-mail arrived reaching out with good news and encouragement.
But, the man deleted it and continued crying
Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you expect.
My instructions were to send this to people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. Won't you please pass this to people you want to be blessed?
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Mommy went to heaven, but I need her here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need her right away.
Operator can you tell me how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part, I don't know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why.
Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me.
Is heaven very far away, is it across the sea?
She's been gone a long, long time she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how.
Help me find the number please, is it listed under "Heaven"?
I can't read these big big words, I am only seven.
I'm sorry operator, I didn't mean to make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye?
If I call my church maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help, that's the place to go.
I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator, I'll give them a call.
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At 1:46pm on May 14th, 2008, Joe-Gil said…
Dancing With God
When I meditated on the word Guidance,
I kept seeing 'dance' at the end of the word.
I remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing.
When two people try to lead, nothing feels right.
The movement doesn't flow with the music,
and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky.
When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead,
both bodies begin to flow with the music.
One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back
or by pressing Lightly in one direction or another.
It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully.
The dance takes surrender, willingness,
and attentiveness from one person
and gentle guidance and skill from the other.
My eyes drew back to the word Guidance.
When I saw 'G': I thought of God, followed by 'u' and 'i'.
'God, 'u' and 'i' dance.'
God, you, and I dance.
As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust
that I would get guidance about my life.
Once again, I became willing to let God lead.
My prayer for you today is that God's blessings
and mercies are upon you on this day and everyday.
May you abide in God, as God abides in you.
Dance together with God, trusting God to lead
and to guide you through each season of your life.
This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached.
If God has done anything for you in your life,
please share this message with someone else.
There is no cost but a lot of rewards;
so let's continue to pray for one another.
And I Hope You Dance
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