Like a Puppy

In spite of the wickedness in the world, there are still good people out there, we need to meet and greet them….so, greet them like a puppy!’

You don’t have lick people’s faces, but do show that you’re happy to see them. Puppies remember everyone and are always thrilled to see people. When puppies greet us they are genuinely excited, and that makes us feel good about ourselves.

First impressions really do count, especially the first few seconds. When you meet friends, workmates, or new people, turn up the enthusiasm meter, make eye contact and smile.

Why do we love puppies, because puppies love people.

Tit 3:15 “……………………….Greet them that love us in the faith. Grace be with you all. Amen.”

1 Pet 5:14 “Greet ye one another with a kiss of charity. Peace be with you all that are in Christ Jesus. Amen.”

The Ugly Cat

*  No matter how many times I read this, it always inspires me. As you may know I’ve posted a version of this read on OF THE STORY before. If you missed it, here it is; if you remember it, may it inspire you once more. God loves you guys. Go out and share that love; it will always come back to you. –Moraldiplomat

Ugly Cat

‘Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. ‘That’s one ugly cat!!’

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, and squirted him when he tried to come into their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with my neighbors’ dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear – Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed stray tomcat could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total affection to those I cared for.’

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be like Ugly.

Author Unknown

*Thanks anonymous

A Forever Home (True Story)

Early one morn’ when a tiny pup,
My Mama wept out of control.
With teary eyes she cried, and said,
“Today you’re being sold.”

Still whimpering, she promised,
“You’ll have a ‘great life’ little boy.
Very soon you’ll forget about us,
And be someone’s pride and joy.”

She said, “You’re off to a ‘forever home,’
‘Cause that’s what fur babies do.
That’s Mother Nature’s plan for pups,
You’ll be loved and cared for too.”

But I was only six weeks old,
Way too young to be on my own.
I needed my Mama and litter mates.
I trembled, cried, and moaned.

Those new people were never home.
If they loved me, it didn’t show.
Alone in a cage, I cried all day,
And the hours crept by so slow.

Within a few days we took a trip,
I was dumped where homeless dogs stay.
As I searched their eyes for answers,
They just turned and walked away.

I had been good, even though afraid,
And wondered, “what did I do wrong?”
A baby schnauzer needs lots of love,
And to feel they really belong.

Three whole weeks I bounced around,
As confused as a pup could be.
It wasn’t like Mama promised at all,
A “great life” wasn’t meant for me.

Every day I woke up scared,
Would I move again today?
Why couldn’t anyone love me?
They just kept throwing me away.

Finally two more people arrived,
I sensed only warmth this time.
They scooped me up and kissed me,
And said, “now your life will be divine.”

They took me to a wonderful home,
With another doggy and tons of toys.
They say I’m called a rescue dog,
But mainly I’m a much-loved boy.

At last my “great life” has begun,
And no more will my heart ache.
We snuggle close in bed at night,
And I get kisses when I wake.

My heart smiles in my “forever home,”
And love sparkles in my people’s eyes.
I’m only touched with gentle hands,
And baby Hank never, ever cries.

Credit: Kathleene S. B.

*Thanks Kathleene! 🙂

LET’S TAKE A MOMENT TO REMEMBER THE LORD JESUS DURING THIS TIME OF PASSOVER. REMEMBER WHEN THE DEATH ANGEL PASSED OVER THE PEOPLE’S HOMES IN THE OLD TESTAMENT? WHY? BECAUSE BLOOD FROM A LAMB (PER GOD’S INSTRUCTION) WAS PLACED ABOVE THE DOOR POST. AND THE DEATH ANGEL PASSED OVER THAT HOUSE WHOM HAD THE BLOOD. AND LIKE TODAY, THOSE OF US UNDER THE BLOOD OF JESUS, HE IS OUR SACRIFICE, OUR PROTECTION, OUR LIFE PRESERVED, OUR PASSOVER- REMEMBER IT’S NOT A PAGAN EASTER, BUT A RISEN LORD; OUR PASSOVER. PRAISE GOD! 🙂 🙂

Mt 26:2 “Ye know that after two days is the feast of the passover, and the Son of man is betrayed to be crucified.”

Lk 22:15 “And he said unto them, With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer: …

1 Cor 5:7 “Purge out therefore the old leaven, that ye may be a new lump, as ye are unleavened. For even Christ our passover is sacrificed for us: …

Eph 2:16 “And that he might reconcile both unto God in one body by the cross, having slain the enmity thereby: …

Romans 5

12 “Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned:

13 (For until the law sin was in the world: but sin is not imputed when there is no law.

14 Nevertheless death reigned from Adam to Moses, even over them that had not sinned after the similitude of Adam’s transgression, who is the figure of him that was to come.

15 But not as the offence, so also is the free gift. For if through the offence of one many be dead, much more the grace of God, and the gift by grace, which is by one man, Jesus Christ, hath abounded unto many.

16 And not as it was by one that sinned, so is the gift: for the judgment was by one to condemnation, but the free gift is of many offences unto justification.

17 For if by one man’s offence death reigned by one; much more they which receive abundance of grace and of the gift of righteousness shall reign in life by one, Jesus Christ.)

18 Therefore as by the offence of one judgment came upon all men to condemnation; even so by the righteousness of one the free gift came upon all men unto justification of life.

19 For as by one man’s disobedience many were made sinners, so by the obedience of one shall many be made righteous.

20 Moreover the law entered, that the offence might abound. But where sin abounded, grace did much more abound:

21 That as sin hath reigned unto death, even so might grace reign through righteousness unto eternal life by Jesus Christ our Lord.”

AND “WHENEVER” YOU DRINK WINE , REMEMBER THE LORD WHEN YOU DRINK !

1 Cor 11:25 “After the same manner also he took the cup, when he had supped, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood: this do ye, as oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me. ”

1 Cor 11:26 “For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do shew the Lord’s death till he come.”

I Can Sleep When the Wind Blows

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A young man applied for a job as a farmhand. When the farmer asked for his qualifications, he said, “I can sleep when the wind blows.”

This puzzled the farmer. But he liked the young man, and hired him.

A few days later, the farmer and his wife were awakened in the night by a violent storm. They quickly began to check things out to see if all was secure. They found that the shutters of the farmhouse had been securely fastened. A good supply of logs had been set next to the fireplace.

The young man slept soundly.

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The farmer and his wife then inspected their property. They found that the farm tools had been placed in the storage shed, safe from the elements.

The tractor had been moved into the garage. The barn was properly locked. Even the animals were calm. All was well.

The farmer then understood the meaning of the young man’s words, “I can sleep when the wind blows.”

Because the farmhand did his work loyally and faithfully when the skies were clear, he was prepared for the storm when it broke. So when the wind blew, he was not afraid. He could sleep in peace.

THINK ABOUT THAT FOR A WHILE …

Luke 8:22-25 “Now it came to pass on a certain day, that he went into a ship with his disciples: and he said unto them, Let us go over unto the other side of the lake. And they launched forth.”

But as they sailed he fell asleep: and there came down a storm of wind on the lake; and they were filled with water, and were in jeopardy.

And they came to him, and awoke him, saying, Master, master, we perish. Then he arose, and rebuked the wind and the raging of the water: and they ceased, and there was a calm.

And he said unto them, Where is your faith? And they being afraid wondered, saying one to another, What manner of man is this! for he commandeth even the winds and water, and they obey him. ”

Phil 2:4 “Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others.”

THE TEETH OF THE DOG

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One saint called San Francisco (in Spanish) was walking in the meadows with some kids. It was a wonderful, clear day, with all the flowers blooming, and a nice smell on the air. But gradually the kids started to smell something rotten. It might be a dead animal.

As they walked, the smell became stronger and they found out it was a dead dog by the side of the path. One of the kids said, “It’s all rotted.” Another kid said, “The intestines are all out.” Still another kid added, “There are ants coming out of the hollows of his eye.”

Then, San Francisco added, “It had nice white teeth.”

The moral is that sometimes we focus on the bad things, when everything seems to be bad. But always, bad things have something good. Our days ALWAYS have the teeth of the dog; something nice to wake up for that we must try to find during our day.

Look for your “teeth of the dog” today!

Credit:  Paula of Argentina

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Facing Difficulties

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There was a farm, where lived farmer John with his wife Molly. They hold pigs, cows and many animals in their farm. Also there lived a little mouse.

One day the mouse looked through small crack in the wall and accidentally saw how the farmer was opening some package. The mouse was curious what food may it contain and discovered that it was a mousetrap.

The mouse was determined to run around the farmyard and warn all the animals regarding the danger.

First of all he met the chicken. „There is a mousetrap in the house!” – the mouse declared with despair. But the chicken answered with indifference: „It does not concern me, as this is a danger for you, but not for me. It cannot bother me“.

Then the mouse raced to the pig and the cow and told them about the mousetrap. But the pig and the cow where not impressed too. They said that from them there is no reason to worry about this and promised to pray about the mouse.

Sad and depressed, the little mouse returned to the house.

In the night the farmer‘s wife Molly heard a sound of a mousetrap. She hurried to see what was in it, but due to the darkness she did not see that it was a poisonous snake, whose tail was caught by the trap. Suddenly the snake bit Molly.

The farmer rushed with her to the hospital. Later, when they returned home, Molly still had a fever. John remembered that it is good to treat a fever with chicken soup, so he went to his farmyard to bring the main ingredient, the chicken.

Whereas Molly‘s sickness continued and many friends came to visit her, the farmer butchered the pig so he could feed all the visitors.

Unfortunately, as time went by Molly became weaker and weaker and one day she died. Many neighbors, relatives and friends have arrived to the funeral. John had to slaughter the cow to feed all of them.

The mouse has been watching all that was happing with great sorrow.

Remember, when we learn that someone is facing difficulties or danger, all of us can be at risk. It is better to help and encourage one another and don‘t leave anyone alone with his problems.

 
Gal 6:2 Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.

The Acorn Planter

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In the 1930s a young traveler was exploring the French Alps. He came upon a vast stretch of barren land. It was desolate. It was forbidding. It was ugly. It was the kind of place you hurry away from.

Then, suddenly, the young traveler stopped dead in his tracks. In the middle of this vast wasteland was a bent-over old man. On his back was a sack of acorns. In his hand was a four-foot length of iron pipe.

The man was using the iron pope to punch holes in the ground. Then from the sack he would take an acorn and put it in the hole. Later the old man the traveler, “I’ve planted over 100,000 acorns. Perhaps only a tenth of them will grow.” The old man’s wife and son had died, and this was how he chose to spend his final years. “I want to do something useful,” he said.

Twenty-five years later the now-not-as-young traveler returned to the same desolate area. What he saw amazed him. He could not believe his own eyes. The land was covered with a beautiful forest two miles wide and five miles long. Birds were singing, animals were playing, and wild flowers perfumed the air.

The traveler stood there recalling the desolation that once was; a beautiful oak forest stood there now – all because someone cared.

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Credit: The Sower’s Seeds, Brian Cavanaugh

 

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