Saturday, July 30, 2016 10:05:09 AM

Whatever your cross, whatever your pain,
There will always be sunshine after the rain.
Perhaps you may stumble, perhaps even fall,
But God's always ready to answer your call.
He knows every heartache, sees every tear,
A word from His lips can calm every fear.
Your sorrows may linger throughout the night,
But suddenly vanish at dawn's early light.
The Saviour is waiting somewhere above,
To give you His grace and send you His love.
Whatever your cross, whatever your pain,
God always sends rainbows after the rain.
I may never see tomorrow; there's no written guarantee
And things that happened yesterday belong to history.
I cannot predict the future, I cannot change the past,
I have just the present moments, I must treat it as my last.
I must use this moment wisely for it soon will pass away,
and be lost forever, as part of yesterday.
I must exercise compassion, help the fallen to their feet,
Be a friend unto the friendless, make an empty life complete.
The unkind things I do today may never be undone,
And friendships that I fail to win may nevermore be won.
I may not have another chance on bended knees to pray,
and I thank God with a humble heart for giving me this Day.
..................Author unknown..

The Bible in 50 words, entitled The Pentekon Bible:
God made, Adam bit, Noah arked, Abraham split, Joseph ruled, Jacob
fooled, bush talked, Moses balked, Pharaoh plagued, people walked.
Sea divided, Tablets guided, Promise landed. Saul freaked, David peeked,
Prophets warned, Jesus born. God walked, love talked, anger crucified,
hope died. Love rose, Spirit flamed, Word spread, God remained.

Lord help me remember
That nothing is going to happen today
That you and I can't handle together.

If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.
If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.
He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.
Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen.
He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.
What about the Christmas gift He sent you in Bethlehem; not to mention that Friday at Calvary. 

Face it, He's crazy about you.

I am God.

Today I will be handling all of your problems.
Please remember that I do not need your help.
If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it.
Kindly put it in the  SFGTD (something for God to do) box.
It will be addressed in my time, not yours. 
Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold on to it.

If you find yourself stuck in traffic: don’t despair.
There are people in this world for which driving is an unheard of privilege.

Should you have a bad day at work;
think of the man who has been out of work for years.

Should you despair over a relationship gone bad;
think of the person who has never known what it's like
to love and be loved in return.

Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; think of the woman in
dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.

Should your car break down leaving you miles away from assistance; think of the paraplegic who would love the
 opportunity to take that walk.

Should you notice a new grey hair in the mirror; think of the cancer
patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.

Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what
is life all about, asking what is my purpose?
Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long
enough to get the opportunity.

I asked God to take away my pain. 
God said, No. It is not for me to take away, but for 
you to give it up. 

 I asked God to make my handicapped child whole. 
God said, No. Her spirit is whole and her body is only 

 I asked God to grant me patience. God said, No. 
Patience is a by-product of tribulations; it isn't 
granted, it is earned. 

 I asked God to give me happiness. God said, No. I give 
you blessings. Happiness is up to you. 

 I asked God to spare me pain. God said, No. 
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and 
brings you closer to me. 

 I asked God to make my spirit grow. God said, No. 

You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful. 

 I asked for all things that I might enjoy life. 
God said, No. I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things. 

 I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as he loves me. 
God said... Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.  





I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord, I came,
I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"
Now do you have the time to pass it on?
May the angels keep you til morning,
May they guide you through the night,
May they comfort all your sorrows,
May they help you win the fight.
May they keep watch on your soul,
May they show you better ways,
May they guard you while you're sleeping,
May they see you through your days.
May they show you new hopes,
May they still your every doubt,
May they calm your every fear,
May they hear you when you shout.
May the angels keep you til morning,
More than this, I cannot pray,
And if the angels ever fail you,
Then may God be there that day.  
When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I am saved"
I'm whispering "I was lost!"
That is why I chose this way."
When I say..."I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need someone to be my guide.
When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
and pray for strength to carry on.
When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
and cannot ever pay the debt.
When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
my flaws are too visible
but God believes I'm worth it.
When I say..."I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches
which is why I seek His name.
When I say..."I am a Christian"
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority.
I only know I'm loved.



God is a little like....

God is a little like General Electric
He lights your path. 
God is a little like Bayer Aspirin
He works wonders.
God is a little like Hallmark Cards
He cared enough to send the very best
God is a little like Tide
He gets out the stains that others leave behind.
God is a little like Alberto VO-5 Hair Spray
He holds through all kinds of weather.
God is a little like Dial Soap
Aren't you glad you know Him?
Don't you wish everyone did?
God is a little like Sears
He has everything.
God is a little like Alka Seltzer
Oh, what a relief He is!
God is a little like Scotch Tape
You can't see Him but you know He's there!
God is a little like The Copper Top Battery
Nothing can outlast Him.
God is a little like American Express
Don't leave home without Him! 

God Gives Us Friends as His Greatest Gift

God gave us the seasons --
each with its own beauty and reason,
each meant to bring us a blessing,
a joy, and a feeling of love.

God gave us dreams --
each with its own secret,
each sent to give us feelings of
inspiration, hope, and tranquillity.

God gave us the sunshine,
the rainbows and the rain,
the beauty and freedom of nature
to teach us the wisdom of gentle acceptance.

God gave us miracles
in our hearts and lives,
little things that happen
to remind us we're alive.

God gave us the ability to face each
new day with courage, wisdom, and a smile
from knowing that whatever sorrow or pain we
face, He abides with us securely in our hearts.

Most of all, God gave us friends to teach us
about love and guide us through this world,
always available to help us forward towards a
greater understanding and a greater sharing
and giving of love.


On life's busy thoroughfares
We meet with angels unawares-
So, Father, make us kind and wise
So we may always recognise
The blessings that are ours to take,
The friendships that are ours to make
If we but open our heart's door wide
To let the sunshine of love inside.
-Helen Steiner Rice

Someone once said happiness is like a butterfly:
if we chase it, we'll never find it.
But if we sit quietly, it will come and land on us.
Faith and courage are the same.
All we have to do is sit quietly and ask for these gifts from God.
In time, and with patience, they will be ours,
and so will the happiness we can then pass on to others.

He who has courage and faith will never perish in misery!
--Anne Frank


Thy way not mine, Oh lord,
However dark it be;
Lead me by thine hand,
Choose out the path for me.
Smooth let it be rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
Right onward to thine rest.
I dare not chose my lot;
I would not if I might;
Choose Thou for me, my god,
So shall I walk alright.
The kingdom that I seek,
Is thine; so let the way
That leads to it be Thine,
Else I must surely stray
Take Thou my cup, and it,
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to thee may seem;
Choose thou my good and ill.
Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose Thou my cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.
Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small;
Be Thou my guide, my strength,
My wisdom and my all.
by Dr Horatius Bonar 1808-1889.
Mary Cried
A little baby child was born,
She felt such joy inside.
She looked upon his sweet, sweet face,
And Mary cried.

She watched the little boy grow strong,
As everything he tried,
Such love she felt as she watched him play,
And Mary cried.

He grew to be a special man,
So many he would guide,
God had a plan for him she knew,
And Mary cried.

How could she bear to let him go,
Her feelings she must hide.
No turning back, the time was soon.
And Mary cried.

There he was upon the cross,
She could not close her eyes,
One last time she looked at him,
And Mary cried.

To the tomb she ran to see,
She sat there for a while.
His body gone, he had gone home.
And Mary smiled.
By: Margaret

Jelly Bean Prayer

Red is for the blood HE gave.
Green is for the grass HE made.
Yellow is for the sun so bright.
Orange is for the edge of night.
Black is for the sins we made.
White is for the grace HE gave.
Purple is for HIS hour of sorrow.
Pink is for our new tomorrow.
A bag full of Jelly Beans colourful and sweet,
Is a prayer, is a promise, is a special treat!




When your head hangs low, look up;
let your heart see Jesus standing there.
You are not alone in all of your sorrow,
as Jesus will carry the cross you bear.
Let your faith call you to His open arms,
to be held safely in His loving embrace.
He will give you the courage you need,
for the difficulties you are having to face.
He will guide you within troubled waters,
until the water once again becomes still.
He will calm your fears, renew your hope,
and in all of His love, strengthen your will.
So lift your head up, and rest in His love,
and have faith you're never walking alone.
For the outstretched arms of Lord Jesus,
will hold you, and become your cornerstone.
                 © Pamela Hall
             3rd November, 1999  



lf you believe in the healing powers of prayer,
no matter how difficult your life becomes to bear.
When times are rough; all hope seems gone,
your prayers of faith will help you to continue on.
lf you believe all which is dealt has it's reason,
it will help you face, life's changing seasons.
And your heart will be comforted as you pray,
knowing better times will be coming your way.
lf you believe you can have trust in God's love,
you'll hear His message through an Angel above.
To keep faith, as Angels will guide you to the light,
and you'll come through the dark, and be alright.
lf you believe your prayers will be heard on high,
your spirit will be renewed; once again able to fly.
As God will answer you, when He hears you call;
His love is the greatest healing power of them all.


Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Count on God instead of yourself.


The Five Finger Prayer  
1. Your thumb is nearest to you. So begin your prayers by praying for those closest to you. They are the easiest to remember. To pray for our loved ones is, as C.S. Lewis once said, a "sweet duty."  
2. The next finger is the pointing finger. Pray for those who teach, instruct and heal. This includes teachers, doctors, and ministers. They need support and wisdom in pointing others in the right direction. Keep them in your prayers.  
3. The next finger is the tallest finger. It reminds us of our leaders. Pray for the president, leaders in business and industry and administrators. These people shape our nation and guide public opinion. They need God's guidance.  
4. The fourth finger is our ring finger. Surprising to many is the fact that this is our weakest finger, as any piano teacher will testify. It should remind us to pray for those who are weak, in trouble or in pain. They need your prayers day and night. You cannot pray too much for them.  
#. And lastly comes our little finger--the smallest finger of all--which is where we should place ourselves in relation to God and others. As the Bible says, "the least shall be the greatest among you." Your pinky should remind you to pray for yourself. By the time you have prayed for the other four groups, your own needs will be put into proper perspective and you will be able to pray for yourself more effectively.
  (Author Unknown)



Pennies from Heaven

I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground,
But it's not just a penny
This little coin I've found.
Found pennies come from heaven
That's what my Grandpa told me,
He said Angels toss them down
Oh, how I loved that story.
He said when an Angel misses you
They toss a penny down,
Sometimes just to cheer you up
To make a smile out of your frown.

So don't pass by that penny
When you're feeling blue,
It may be a penny from heaven
That an Angel's tossed to you.


There are no roses without thorns
No lives without mistakes, this I have learnt.
Love is like the roses it too has thorns.
Without forgiveness it can't endure,
The thorns of life that we incur.
With life still present there is hope
And with hope comes fresh new life
Of love that can be reborn.

There are no roses without thorns
No guarantees of untroubled shores.
There is often heartache
On the travelled path.
Harsh rain and winds to beat against the bloom,
To wither and fade it from all the wrath.
Yet when the sun comes out in the morn
A bloom unfolds the delicate petals once again.
Covered in drops of kisses from the rain.
Life is given and the sun does shine.

There are no roses without thorns
Both the roses and the love
Can bring joy or pain.
The choice is ours of smelling the rose
despite the thorns.
To chose to forgive, to heal and love.
Accepting the love in spite of the thorns.

There are no roses without thorns.
But there can be love dwelling amongst them.
Pick the roses while they bloom.
Hold dear the love that comes to you.
Nurture and care for both well.
Never take them for granted.
Both are so very precious and easily lost
At such a very high cost.
No, There are no roses without thorns.
With forgiveness there is hope and with hope
There can be love.
written by Sheila, Lady Sundance 99 May13, 2000


God be with you in the SPRING TIME ...
When the violets unfold,
And the buttercups and cowslips
Fill the fields with yellow gold;
In the time of apple blossoms;
When the happy bluebirds sing,
Filling all the world with gladness ...
God be with you in the Spring! 
God be with you in the SUMMER ...
When sweet June roses blow;
When the bobolinks are laughing
And the brooks with music flow;
When the fields are white with daisies
And the days are glad and long.
God be with you in the Summer ...
Filling all your world with song!
God be with you in the AUTUMN ...
When the birds and flowers have fled;
And along the woodland pathways
Leaves are falling ... gold and red;
When the Summer lies behind you,
In the evening of the year.
God be with you in the Autumn ...
Then to fill your heart with cheer!
God be with you in the WINTER ...
When the snow lies deep and white;
When the sleeping fields are so silent
And the stars gleam cold and bright;
When the hand and heart are tired
With life's long and weary quest.
God be with you in the Winter ...
Just to guide you into rest!
"A person who has no legs
can still achieve great heights;
A person who has no hands
can still grasp an idea;
A person who has no sight
can still have great vision;
And a person who can't move
can still lead."*
I want to know, when day is done,
That life has been worth living-
That I have brought somebody joy
Through kind unselfish living.

I want to feel, when evening falls
and shadows quickly lengthen,
That I have made somebody glad,
Some weakness I have strengthened.


I want to know, that come what may
I've left some cheer and gladness;
I want to feel, at close of day
I've banished someone's sadness.

I want to feel at close of day,
That someone's cares were lighter;
Because of kindness I have done,
May someone's life be brighter.




Butt Prints in the Sand

One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there were seen. The footprints of my precious Lord, But mine were not along the shore. But then some stranger prints appeared, And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?" Those prints are large and round and neat, "But Lord, they are too big for feet." "My child," He said in sombre tones, "For miles I carried you alone. I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait." "You disobeyed, you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt." "Because in life, there comes a time, When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand, Or leave their butt prints in the sand."



More Than Footprints

Imagine you and the Lord Jesus are walking down the road together.
For much of the way, the Lord's footprints go along steadily,
consistently, rarely varying the pace. But your footprints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures and returns.
For much of the way, it seems to go like this, but gradually your
footprints come more in line with the Lord's, soon paralleling His
consistently. You and Jesus are walking as true friends! This seems
perfect, but then an interesting thing happens:
Your footprints, that one etched the sand next to Jesus', are now walk-
ing precisely in His steps. Inside His larger footprints are your smaller
ones--you and Jesus are becoming one.
This goes on for many miles, but gradually you notice another change.
The footprints inside the large footprints seem to grow larger. 
Eventually then disappear altogether. 
There is only one set of footprints; they have become one. 
This goes on for a long time, but suddenly the second set of footprints is back. This time it seems even worse!
Zigzags all over the place, stops. Starts, gashes in the sand. 
A veritable mess of prints. You are amazed and shocked.
Your dream ends.
Now you pray: "Lord, I understand the first scene with zigzags and circles.
I was a new Christian; I was just learning. 
But you walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with you."
"That is correct."
"... and when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually
learning to walk in Your steps; followed you very closely."
"Very good. You have understood everything so far."
"... when the smaller footprints grew and filled in Yours, I suppose that I was becoming like you in every way."
"So, Lord, was there a regression or something? 
The footprints separated, and this time it was worse than at first."
There is a pause as the Lord answers with a smile in his voice. 
"You didn't know? That was when we danced."
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to weep, a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4.



When God lovingly created you,
your time here was short to the rest.
As He gave you tiny broken wings,
when He brought you to our nest.
He knew you'd have special needs,
during your time here on Earth.
And l am so very proud He chose,
to bring you to us, at your birth.
You came to us already an Angel;
our little Angel with broken wings.
But you brought us so very much,
which only a special Angel brings.
We learned so much about life,
during our short time with you.
As one of God's special Angels;
a gift only given to a precious few.
The value of unconditional love,
was deeply implanted in our hearts.
There was nothing we wouldn't do,
to mend your wings, so torn apart.
You brought us much love and joy;
we cherished each day with you.
Although we wished you'd stayed,
God had a greater plan in His view.
He let us borrow you for only awhile,
before He called you back home.
But He knew while you were here,
you'd touch other lives, as our own.
Now you have returned to Heaven;
we were blessed with your time here.
All you gave, and all you taught us,
will always keep you held so near.
Your love continues to fill our hearts,
and we miss you so much every day.
Yet you gave us wonderful memories,
and nothing will ever take those away.
We have found comfort in knowing,
when you returned to God in the sky,
your tiny broken wings were mended.
So fly our precious little!
                  © Pamela Hall
            13th November, 1998  Thank you Pamela