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Joe Sperling
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« on: May 09, 2003, 12:52:17 am »

I wanted to share something I read today. Often we
can feel as though we are distant from God, and that
maybe he isn't really there. Maybe we've done something
to make him draw back etc. We begin to look more at our problems than his greatness and care. I read this in Luke
chapter 12:

"Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? BUT EVEN THE VERY HAIRS
ON YOUR HEAD ARE ALL NUMBERED. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows"> (Luke 12:6,7).

Imagine that!! The very hairs of our heads are all numbered!! And we think that God has forgotten us or doesn't care as he did before?? That sentence shows just how closely he knows all of us---down to how many hairs we have on our very heads!!

The chapter then goes on to tell us not to worry about what we shall eat or wear, for the Father knows we have need of these things. It's a great chapter to read.

This encouraged me so much today that I thought I'd share it with everyone who reads it.

God bless you,  Joe
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lenore
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« Reply #1 on: June 12, 2004, 09:46:01 am »

 Wink: JUNE 12: 12:51 AM.

Thank you for this thread, and the words that were on it. It was an encouragement. I will like to add to it.
SO;


THIS IS A STORY TO ENCOURAGE YOU.



Subject: A Story Worth Repeating






Sometimes something really good comes along, this is one of them


A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.

There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with those important to him. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr... Belser died last night.  The funeral is Wednesday."

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over "his side of the fence" as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr..Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.  Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.

The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said.

"What box? " Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk.  I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr.. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox.  "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago.  The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention."Mr. Harold Belser" it read.  Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."




"The thing he valued most...was...my time."

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?"  Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with my son,"  he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet... thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"



I hope you were encouraged by this story, which was sent to me.

Lenore







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lenore
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« Reply #2 on: July 08, 2004, 07:45:26 am »

 :)JULY 7TH: 10:54 PM:

Out of the book: The tales of the tardy Oxcart:

Subject of Encouragement:

One of the highest of human duties is the duty of encouragement.  It is easy to laugh at men's ideals; it is easy to pour cold water on their enthusiasm, it is easy to discourage othes. The world is full of discouragers. We have a Christian duty to encourage one another.  Many a time of word of praise or thanks or appreciation or cheer has kept a man on his feet. Blessed is the man who speaks such a word.

Written by:  William Barclay: The Letter to the Hebrews:
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lenore
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« Reply #3 on: July 08, 2004, 11:07:02 pm »

 :DJuly 8th:

Received this in the email this morning:

It is short but encouraging:

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Subject: Awesome

Thought you'd like this,




Place your mouse on the X below and drag to the O.

X Even though you can't see Him, GOD is there! O

Please forward this to a friend and give THEM a smile  :

======================================

Talk to you Later:

Lenore-)








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« Reply #4 on: July 09, 2004, 02:05:39 am »

Place your mouse on the X below and drag to the O.

X Even though you can't see Him, GOD is there! O

This only works if you happen to get a white background...

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« Reply #5 on: July 09, 2004, 02:09:11 am »

Place your mouse on the X below and drag to the O.

X Even though you can't see Him, GOD is there! O

This only works if you happen to get a white background...
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lenore
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« Reply #6 on: July 09, 2004, 08:45:44 am »

Poem by :  Abram Joseph Ryan:

Hearts that are great aer always lone
They never will manifest their best
Their greatest greatness is unknown
Earth knows a little
God the rest.


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lenore
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« Reply #7 on: August 02, 2004, 02:39:13 am »

HAPPY LORD'S DAY OF AUGUST 1ST AT 5:50 PM from Arnprior.
I GET ALOT OF EMAIL THAT INCLUDES ENCOURAGING INSPIRATION  STORIES.
- I left this one in tact. It was sent to me by a family member from my church name Alice . The Stories are inspirational and there is an important message at the end.
_____________________________________________


Subject: Glory to God

Please read and take a little time for God today.

Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost
deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end.

When I received this e-mail, I thought...  I don't have time for this.
Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is exactly what has caused
lot of the problems in our world today?



We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning..maybe Sunday night..
And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.
We do like to have Him around during sickness...

And, of course, at funerals.
However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...
Because that's the part of our lives we think we can and should handle on
our own.




THE POEM
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?
Make sure that you scroll through to the end.




Easy vs. Hard

Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?
Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we
suddenly wake up?
Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty
stuff?
Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to
look at a nasty one?
Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e- mail, but yet we forward all of
the nasty ones?
Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are
getting larger?
Do you give up? Think about it. Are you going to forward this, or delete
it?
Just remember-God is watching you.



Prayer Wheel

Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer
for the person that sent it to you.
That's all you have to do....there is nothing attached.
This is so powerful.... of all the free gifts we may receive, prayer is
the very best one.  There are no costs, but wonderful rewards.  Please do
not stop the wheel.
May God keep you and bless you.





George Thomas and The Old Bird Cage



Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story.



There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England
town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty,
bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and,
as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak..."I was walking through
town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird
cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering
with cold and fright.

I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?"

"Just some old birds," came the reply.
"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered "I'm gonna tease 'em
and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good
time."

"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"
"Oh, I got some cats." said the boy " They like birds.  I'll take them to
the cats."

The pastor was silent for a moment.  "How much do you want for those
birds, son?"  

"Huh?  Why, you don't want them birds, mister.  They are just plain old
field birds.  They don't sing, they ain't even pretty!"
"How much?" the pastor asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He
placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.

The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the
alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he
opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out,
setting them free.

Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the
pastor began to tell this story.

One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come
from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I
just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait
I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all !"

"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.

 Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to
marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to
drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and
bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"


"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked.



"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.



"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.


"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take
them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill
you. You don't want those people!!"

"How much?" He asked again.

Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."

Jesus said, "DONE!"

Then He paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the
pulpit.


Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then
wonder why the world's going to hell.
Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow
Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).


Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through the e-mail and
they spread like widfire, but when you start sending messages regarding
the Lord Jesus, people think twice about sharing these messages?

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send
it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they
believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.


Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of
me than what God thinks of me.


May God forgive me for ever thinking
That there is a time or place where
He is not to be FIRST in my life.


We should always have time to remember all He has done for us.
Please follow the directions.
Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my
Father."
Not ashamed?

Pass this on only if you mean it.

Yes, I do love God.  He is my source of existence and Savior.

He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be
nothing. Without Him, I am nothing. But, with Christ, He strengthens me.
(Phil 4:13) This is the simplest test.  Do You love Him?



I pray for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, they
will be blessed by God in a way special for them.

And send it back to the person who sent it, to let them know that indeed
it was sent out to many more.





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lenore
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« Reply #8 on: August 02, 2004, 07:59:18 am »

 :)Hello this email was just sent to me by a church family member name Beth:

To: undisclosed-recipients@mail2.magma.ca
Subject: FW: Yellow Shirt


 
 
 
 
 
 
  The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets
trimmed
  in black thread and snaps up the front.  It was faded from years of
wear,
  but still in decent shape.  I found it in 1963 when I was home from
 
  college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom
intended
  to give away.  "You're not taking that old thing, are you?" Mom said
when
  she saw me packing the yellow shirt.  "I wore that when I was pregnant
 
  with your brother in 1954!"
 
 
 
  "It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class,
 
 
 
  Mom.  Thanks!"  I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object.
The
  yellow shirt became a part of my college wardrobe.  I loved it.  After
 
  graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and
on
  Saturday mornings when I cleaned.
 
 
 
  The next year, I married.  When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow
shirt
  during big-belly days.  I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since
we
  were in Colorado and they were in Illinois.  But that shirt helped.  I
 
  smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15
 
  years earlier.  That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt
had
  given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it
to
  Mom.  When Mom wrote to thank me for her "real" gifts, she said the
yellow
  shirt was lovely.  She never mentioned it again.
 
 
 
  The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to
pick
  up some furniture.  Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I
 
  noticed something yellow taped to its bottom.  The shirt!
 
   And so the pattern was set.
 
 
 
  On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's
 
  mattress.  I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost
 
  two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our
living-room
  floor lamp.  The yellow shirt was just what I needed now while
refinishing
  furniture.  The walnut stains added character.
 
 
 
  In 1975 my husband and I divorced.  With my three children, prepared to
 
  move back to Illinois.  As I packed, a deep depression overtook me.  I
 
  wondered if I could make it on my own.  I wondered if I would find a
job.
  I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort.  In Ephesians, I read,
"So
  use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks,
 
  and when it is all over, you will be standing up."
 
 
 
  I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was the
 
  stained yellow shirt.  Slowly, it dawned on me.  Wasn't my mother's
love a
  piece of God's armor?  My courage was renewed.
 
 
 
  Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to
 
  Mother.  The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser
 
  drawer.
 
 
 
  Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station.  A year later I
 
  discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet.
 
  Something new had been added.  Embroidered in bright green across the
 
  breast pocket were the words "I BELONG TO PAT."
 
 
 
  Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an
 
  apostrophe and seven more letters.  Now the shirt proudly proclaimed,
"I
  BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER."  But I didn't stop there.  I zig-zagged all
the
  frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom
from
  Arlington, VA.  We enclosed an official looking letter from "The
Institute
  for the Destitute," announcing that she was the recipient of an award
for
  good deeds.  I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she
opened
  the box.  But, of course, she never mentioned it.
 
 
 
  Two years later, in 1978, I remarried.  The day of our wedding, Harold
and
  I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers.  After
the
  wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached
for a
  pillow in the car to rest my head.  It felt lumpy.  I unzipped the case
 
  and found, wrapped in
 
  wedding paper, the yellow shirt.  Inside a pocket was a note:  "Read
John
  14:27-29.  I love you both, Mother."
 
 
 
  That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the
verses:
  "I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart.  And the peace
I
  give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives.  So don't be
troubled
  or afraid.  Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come
 
  back to you again.  If you really love me, you will be very happy for
me,
  for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am.  I have told
you
  these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe
in
  me."
 
 
 
  The shirt was Mother's final gift.  She had known for three months that
 
  she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease.  Mother died the following year
at
  age 57.
 
 
 
  I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave.  But I'm
 
  glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game
she
  and I played for 16 years.  Besides, my older daughter is in college
now,
  majoring in art.  And every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with
 
  big pockets.
 
 
 
  You have 6 minutes....
 
 
 
  There's some mighty fine advice in these words, even if you're not
 
  superstitious. This Lotus Totus has been sent To you for good luck from
 
  the Anthony Robbins organization. It has been sent around the world ten
 
  times so Far. You will receive good luck within four days of relaying
this
  Lotus Totus.
 
 
 
  Do not keep this message.  The Lotus Totus must leave your hands in 6
 
  MINUTES.
 
 
 
  Otherwise you will get a very unpleasant surprise. This is true, even
if
  you are not superstitious, agnostic, or otherwise faith impaired.
 
 
 
  ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
 
 
 
  TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their
 
  conversational skills will be as Important as any other.
 
 
 
  THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you
 
  want.
 
 
 
  FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.
 
 
 
  FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.
 
 
 
  SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
 
 
 
  SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.
 
 
 
  EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams
don't
  have much.
 
 
 
  NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the
only
  way to live life completely.
 
 
 
  TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
 
 
 
  ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives
 
 
 
  TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.
 
 
 
  THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer,
smile
  and ask, "Why do you want to know?"
 
 
 
  FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great
 
  risk.
 
 
 
  FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.
 
 
 
  SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson
 
 
 
  SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for
others;
  and Responsibility for all your actions.
 
 
 
  EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
 
 
 
  NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps
to
  correct it.
 
 
 
  TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in
your
  voice.
 
 
 
  TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.
 
 
 
  Now, here's the FUN part!
 
 
 
  Send this to at least 5 people and your life will improve.
 
 
 
  1-4 people: Your life will improve slightly.
 
  5-9 people: Your life will improve to your liking.
 
  9-14 people: You will have at least 5 surprises in the next 3 weeks
 
  15 and above: Your life will improve drastically and everything you
ever
  dreamed of will begin to take shape.
 
 
 
  A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your
heart.
 
 
 
 
   
 
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lenore
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« Reply #9 on: August 06, 2004, 08:29:56 am »

 8)Good evening everyone on this cool August 5th day at 11:38 pm, from Beautiful town of Arnprior.

BOOK: GRACE FOR THE MOMENT
WRITTEN BY: MAX LUCADO.

Psalm 37:4
Enjoy serving the LORD, and he will give you what you want.

TITLE: GOD'S PLAN

When we submit to God's plans, we can trust our desires.
Our assignment is found at the intersection of God's plan and our pleasures. What do you love to do? What brings your joy? What gives you a sense of satisfaction?

Some long to feed the poor. Others enjoy leading the church... Each of us has been made to serve God in a unique way.

The longings of your heart, then, are not incidental; they are critical messages. The desires of your heart are not to be ignored; they are to be consulted . As the wind turns the weather vane, so God uses your passions to turn your life.
God is too gracious to ask you to do something you hate.

from the book: Just like Jesus.
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« Reply #10 on: August 07, 2004, 02:20:06 pm »

 Smiley: Good Morning on this chilly August 7th at 5:26 am.

This devotional is called
GOD'S MIGHTY HAND:

Colossians 1:16
Through his power all things were made - things in heaven and on earth, things seen and unseen.

With one decision, history began.
Existence became measurable.

Out of nothing came light
Out of light came day
Then came sky....and earth.
And on this earth? A might hand went to work.

Canyons were carved. Oceans wer dug.
Mountains erupted out of flatlands.
Stars were flung.
A universe sparkled.

Look to the canyons to see the Creator's splendor.
Touch the flowers and see his delicacy.
Listen to the thunder and hears his power....

Today you will encounter God's creation.
When you see the beauty around you,
let each detail remind you to lift your head in praise.
Express your appreciation for God's creation.
Encourage others to see the beauty of his creation.

From the Devotional Book: Grace for the Moment.
Written By Max Lucado
from his book the IN THE EYE OF THE STORM
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« Reply #11 on: August 13, 2004, 07:31:15 am »

 :)august 12th at 10:38 pm est.

Received this in the email today, from a dear sweet Christian lady, who lives in Thunder Bay.

The Holy Alphabet


                              God answers  KNEE MAIL!!

                              The Holy Alphabet...

                              Although things are not perfect
                              Because of trial or pain
                              Continue in thanksgiving
                              Do not begin to blame
                              Even when the times are hard
                              Fierce winds are bound to blow
                              God is forever able
                              Hold on to what you know
                              Imagine life without His love
                              J oy would cease to be
                              Keep thanking Him for all the things
                              Love imparts to thee
                              Move out of "Camp Complaining"
                              No weapon that is known
                              On earth can yield the power
                              Praise can do alone
                              Quit looking at the future
                              Redeem the time at hand
                              Start every day with worship
                              To "thank" is a command
                              Until we see Him coming
                              Victorious in the sky
                              We'll run the race with gratitude
                              X alting God most high
                              Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will  be bad, but...
                              Z ion waits in glory...where none are ever
sad!

                              "I AM Too blessed to be stressed!" The
shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between
your knees and the floor.
                              The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to
anything. Love and peace be with you forever, Amen.

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Subject: FW: caller i.d.--this is awesome!

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      This  is a great story. ..and has merit !
      God works in mysterious ways, doesn't He?

      Isn't it amazing how God works in our lives!  On a Saturday night several weeks ago, this pastor was working late, and decided to call his wife before he left for home.  It was about 10:00 PM, but his wife didn't answer the phone.  The pastor let the phone ring many times.  He thought it
was odd that she didn't answer, but decided to wrap up a few things and try again in a few minutes.  When he tried again she answered right away!  He asked her why she hadn't answered before, and she said that it hadn't rung
at their house.
      They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry ways.
      The following Monday, the pastor received a call at the church office,
which was the phone that he'd used that Saturday night.   The man that he
spoke with wanted to know why he'd called on Saturday night.
      The pastor couldn't figure out what the man was talking about.  Then
the man said, "It rang and rang, but I didn't answer." The pastor remembered
the mishap and apologized for disturbing him, explaining that he'd intended
to call his wife.
      The man said, "That's, OK.  Let me tell you my story.
      You see, I was planning to commit suicide on Saturday night, but
before I did, I prayed, 'God if you're there, and you don't want me to do
this, give me a sign now.' At that point my phone started to ring.  I looked
at the caller ID, and it said, 'Almighty God'.  I was afraid to answer!"
      The reason why it showed on the man's caller ID that the call came from Almighty God" is because the church that the pastor attends is called
                      Almighty God Tabernacle!!

      If you believe that God answers prayers then pass this on.  God bless!
      READ EACH SENTENCE SLOWLY AND THINK ABOUT IT.

      Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.
      Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.
      Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to
forget.
      Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.
      BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us.
      When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can
look beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there.
      Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.
      Send this on to everyone special in your life, even the people who
really make you mad sometimes and to the people whose lives you want to be  in!!!
      And send it back to the person who sent it to you if they mean  something to you!!  Remember, every minute spent angry is sixty seconds of  happiness  wasted.
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