A Window to Look Through

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*Dedicated to mothers and daughters and the unique and special love they have.

She watches through her window, her little girl at play,
Memories flood back to her childhood, of her yesterdays.

As she tucks her gift into bed, and kisses her precious face,
She says a prayer of protection, “Lord keep my child safe.”

And as days turn months into years, she sees her little girl grow.
She begins to realize that a time will come, the time when she must let go.

Suddenly she hears a gentle voice– saying, “No greater love is this,
Than what you’ve done for your little girl, go seal it with a kiss.”

“Honey I want to kiss your face, but I know I can’t by phone.
While looking through your bedroom window, I began to feel alone.”

“So many days through this very window, I’d watch you laugh and play
And I can almost see you tucked in bed, on those nights we’d talk and pray.”

“Mom,” her daughter uttered, “There’s something I want to say…
You may not know how many times, I saw you watch me play.”

“That window that you’re looking through, is the same one God looked in.
He saw you by my bed each night, when you’d tenderly tuck me in.”

“So mom please don’t feel all alone, you know I’ll always be there…
Just like God is with you now, no matter the time, or place or where.”

Her mother paused and then replied, “Sweetheart I know you’re right…
You’re grown, married and have a child, that you now tuck in at night.”

“Mom, I better go now, I have some things I better do.”
Her mom replied, “I know it dear, you’ve got a window to look through.”

Tit 2:4 “That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children,…”
Prov 31:29 “Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.”

JESUS

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*Thank You Mrs. Murray

A copy of this was left on my husband’s work table, at his job. We have no idea who or where it came from, but is touched our hearts and we would like to share it with others. I am sending it just as it appears on the paper that was left for my husband:...”

‘There was an atheist couple who had a child. The couple never told their daughter anything about the Lord.

One night when the little girl was 5 years old, the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the mom, right in front of the child. Then, the dad shot himself. The little girl watched it all. She was sent to a foster home. The foster mother was a Christian and took the child to church.

On the first day of Sunday School, the foster mother told the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus, and to have patience with her. The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said, “Does anyone know who this is?” The little girl said, “I do; that’s the man who was holding me the night my parents died.” ‘

Credit: B.D. Murray — North Carolina

Prov 18:24 “A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.”

Heb 13:5 “……………for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.

Wait

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Desperate and helpless and longing, I cried.
Patiently, lovingly my Lord replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate;
And the Master so gently said, Child, you must wait.

Wait? You said wait? my indignant reply.
Lord, I need answers. I need to know why.
Is your hand shortened or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I’m claiming Your Word.

My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and You tell me wait.
I’m needing a yes, a go-ahead sign,
Or even a no to which I can resign.

And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask and we shall receive.
And Lord, I’ve been asking, and this is my cry,
I’m weary of asking, I need a reply.

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, You must wait.
So I slumped in my chair defeated and taught,
and grumbled to God, so I’m waiting for what?

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He seem then to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun;
I could raise the dead, cause the mountains to run.

All you seek I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depths of My love for each saint;
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.

You’d not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there.
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.

You’d never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.
You’d know that I give and I save, for a start,
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart,

The glow of My comfort late in the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked of an infinite God Who makes what you have last.

And you’d never know, should your pain quickly free,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dreams for that loved one overnight may come true,
But oh the loss if I lost what I’m doing in you.

So be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious of all is still, Wait.

The Author is Unknown — Sent from Charity — Singapore

Ps 37:9 For evildoers shall be cut off: but those that wait upon the LORD, they shall inherit the earth.
Roman 5:3 “And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; …”
James 1:4 “But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing. …”

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Thanks very much Charity

Tomorrow- What is Tomorrow?

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Tomorrow, is it a thing or a only a word
Or can it be seen and heard.
Tomorrow, is it what the future holds
Or can it be gone forever
Without being remembered or foretold.
Tomorrow, is it nearly a cold concept that can’t be conceived
Or is it the goal we seek in life
To hold and receive.

Tomorrow is what you make of it.
No one can plan it or control it.
It’s the puzzle that you can not understand or solve
For it’s the thing that keeps all in “awe.”
It is only thing in this world that we can not predict or foretell,
For all we know, it can be God’s wishing well.

So take Tomorrow as if it should be taken
With honor, love, respect
And best of all never forsaken.
For it is the only thing in this world that we are slaves to.

 
Prov 27:1 “Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.”

Credit: Thanks in part to Christopher G.

TODAY I WILL

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  • Today I will do something like laugh,
  • Go see a touching movie with a lonely friend,
  • Call a friend, even though it has been five months or longer since they’ve called me,
  • Smile at one who appears discouraged,
  • Avoid waiting to be asked to help but take the initiative,
  • Open the door for the person behind me,
  • Leave the remaining change in a soda machine’s tray when I put a dollar in to get a drink for 55 cents (who knows? — 25 cents could enable someone to make that last minute call to make a wrong a wonderful right again),
  • Do a house hold task my spouse generally would do,
  • Go to a senior citizen’s home and chat with someone there (if I live long enough, I will one day anxiously anticipate a kind listening ear),
  • Say a prayer for someone I cannot tolerate (win-win proposition),
  • Tactfully interrupt a co-worker who starts gossiping and change the subject,
  • Refuse to allow miserable and negative people to affect my thinking,
  • Tell a family member or friend that I love them when I’m finished reading this.

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Do You See God’s Face ?

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Where do I go to see God’s face?

Is it in the reflection from the stained glass windows of the ornate church or in the rainbow after a summer evening’s shower?

Is it in the wooden cross that hangs prominently in the front of a chapel or in the hand, blistered from creating a home for one who had none?

Is it in the podium from which magnificent sermons are preached
Or in the fulfilled faces of children who won’t go to bed hungry today for the first time in their lives?

Is it in the flickering candles in the front of the church
or in a friend’s eyes as they wipes tears from your heart?

For God is not confined by adorned walls or symbols of His glory.
He cannot be described by an ancient relic or historical artifact.
His face is in all He created.

God’s face is in the fading sunset over a wintry landscape.

God’s face is the quiet meadow as the three week old fawn nurses at her mother’s breast.

God’s face is the laughter of a little boy as he wobbles on his bicycle down the sidewalk for the first time without support.

God’s face can be found when we open our hearts to His love.

Where do I go to hear God’s voice?

Is it in the pipe organ that plays a solemn hymn or in the screams of a newborn baby as she sucks her first breath?

Is it in the words of a preacher as he pounds his fist on the pulpit or in the whisper of flapping butterfly wings as a gentle breeze carries it over the rustling grass?

Is it in the chorus of a melody that is sung on the radio or in the quiet prayers of children kneeling beside their bed before sleep?

Is it in the typed text of a worn devotional book or in the quietness of falling snow under a full moon at midnight?

For God’s voice isn’t limited to man’s simple understanding,
But the awesome power of His genius.
God’s voice is in all He gave voice to.

God’s voice is heard in the whistle of wind through the willows on a country lake sheltered from civilization.

God’s voice is heard in the clap of thunder during August storm.

God’s voice is heard in the last serenade of the crickets in the cool autumn air.

God’s voice can be heard when we still our hearts to His love.

Where do I go to feel God’s touch?

Is it in the embrace of a familiar stranger sitting next to you at church or in the soft stroke of a grandmother’s weathered finger’s on her grandchild’s cheek?

Is it the hand that distributes pamphlets proclaiming God’s wrath on a street corner or in the grasp of a toddler as he wraps his tiny hand around his father’s finger to guide his first steps?

Is it in the statues and decorations that adorn a sanctuary or in the silent reward of an unseen kind act?

Is it in the lukewarm words spoken in a time of need or in the strength of another’s shoulder when yours are too weary from life’s struggles?

For God’s touch isn’t felt in the objects or things that we fill our lives with, but in the indescribable moments when His presence is near.

God’s touch is in the painted face on a purple pansy waltzing with a gentle spring breeze.

God’s touch is in the warmth of the sun shining through a frosted window in the dead of winter.

God’s touch is felt as He guides us through the deep valley that lies in front of us.

God’s touch is felt when He wraps His unconditional loving arms
Around the child in all of us that longs to call Him Daddy.

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For more on the face of the Lord CLICK HERE 

 

YELLOW PAPER CLIPS (Based on a true story)

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Georgia, a friend of my wife, was recently divorced and trying to raise her two sons when the Gulf War broke out. She heard about soldiers in the service who had no family and needed pen pals. Letters addressed to “Any Soldier” were distributed by commanding officers who noticed any soldiers getting little or no mail. Georgia wrote to 25 such soldiers almost daily, most of them men.

Keeping up with 25 pen pals on a daily basis almost consumed Georgia’s time and talents. She sent poems, little stories, and words of hope and encouragement. When there were time constraints, she would write one letter and copy it for everyone. Greetings were sent whenever she knew about a special event, like a birthday.

One day, Georgia received a letter from a soldier that was depressed and discouraged. She pondered as to how she could help lift his spirits. It was then that she noticed that at work there were paper clips of various colors. Georgia took one of the yellow paper clips and photo copied it in the palm of her hand. She sent this picture with the paper clip with the following message: “This yellow paper clip that you see in my hand represents a hug that I am sending to you.

You can carry this paper clip in a pocket or anywhere, and whenever you feel down, you can just touch and hold it and know that somebody cares about you, and would give you a hug if she were there.” Georgia sent a copy of this picture along with a paper clip and the message to each of her other correspondents.

After the war ended, Georgia received one of the pictures of her hand holding the yellow paper clip, and on the back were over 150 signatures of people that had been given her “hug”.

During the years, Georgia named other paper clips. Pink came to mean a kiss, green was for good luck, and so on.

Years later, Georgia was giving a class as part of a seminar for positive thinking. She shared with the members of the class her paper clip symbolism, and made a bracelet of multi-colored paper clips for each of them. One of the women exclaimed “So you’re the one!” The class member told Georgia that she was visiting her brother and needed something to hold papers together. She had noticed a yellow paper clip on the refrigerator held there with a magnet. She borrowed the paper clip for her papers. When the brother saw it, he grabbed it and scolded her, and told her never to touch the yellow paper clip again. Now she knew why.

No one will never know how far her message has spread, nor how many lives have been touched by a simple yellow paper clip.

-Moral of the story?

We may never know how far our acts of love and kindness will carry down the road; touching and uplifting others. Giving them a little push to the positives and the hopes that a crisis or negative circumstance will pass. When we touch others with our love, a love that requires no commitments then we truly have loved unconditionally.

That love shines through the greatest of times- and in those times, people can suffer. Our job? To encourage faith, hope and to love others in their hard times, encouraging them to stand up and believe like the Apostle Paul when he said of his great suffering, “it’s but for a moment.”

 
2 Cor 4:17For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh For us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;….”