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Friday, December 15, 2006

the empty chair

this is awesome and a gentle reminder. I loved it and thought you all would love it to. May you all be blessed and have an awesome day. stay in touch.
A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed.
The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me," he said.
"No, who are you?" asked the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up".
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man, "Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man, "but all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor
talk about prayer, but it went right over my head. I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day about four years ago, when
my best friend told me that prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. He suggested that I sit down in a chair, place an empty
chair in front of me and, in faith, see Jesus on the chair. Jesus promised that 'I will be with you always'. Then just speak to him in the same way you
would speak to anyone. I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though--If my daughter saw me talking
to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send! me off to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey. They prayed together and then the minister left.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon.
"Did he die in peace?" he asked.
"Yes. When I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from
the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested
his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."

Monday, December 11, 2006

the doll and a white rose

This was awesome and I had to post. I know that I post a lot of stuff thtat I get in my email.but they are all so awesome and from groups so it is not like I am posting private email. anyway I want to say to thank eacho of you for leaving comments. hope that all of you are well. grab a box of tissue because this one will probably bring tears it did for me at least.
The Doll & the White Rose

I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand
this little boy his money back saying "I'm sorry, but
you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to
him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have
enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for 5 minutes while
she went to look around. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he
wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa
Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it
to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't
bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the
doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister
when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has
gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to
see God very soon too, so I thought that she could
take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy
to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until
I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he
was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my
picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave
me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my
little sister."!
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy.
"What if we checked again, just in case you do have
enough money?''

"OK" he said "I hope that I have enough." I added some
of my money to his without him seeing and we started
to count it. There was enough for the doll and even
some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me
enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added "I asked yesterday
before I slept for God to make sure I have enough
money to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my
sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white
rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for
too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a
white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady came bac for the boy, and I
left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state
from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out
of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article
2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck,
who hit a car, where there was one young lady and a
little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was
left in a critical state. The family had to decide
whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting
machine, because the young lady would not be able to
recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I
read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white
roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of
the young woman was exposed for people to see and make
last wishes before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful
white rose in her hand with the photo of the little
boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had
been changed forever. The love that this little boy
had for his mother and his sister is still, to this
day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Never take your loved ones for granted...you never know when they might be

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

no throw aways

here is something that will make us think. I got it in my in box. but before I post it I just want to tell all you that I love you and am praying for you. I know that this time of year is stressful and emotional but let us remember the reason for the season and know that the Lord will see us through it all. now on to the posting

Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a
distance, each looks like every other horse. But if one stops the car, or
is walking by, one will notice something quite amazing.

Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His
owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him.
This alone is amazing.

Listening, one will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source
of the sound, one will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the
field. Attached to her bridle is a small bell. It lets her blind friend
know where she is, so he can follow her.

As one stands and watches these two friends, one sees how she is always
checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then slowly walk
to where she is, trusting that she will not lead him astray.

Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because
we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges.

He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we
are in need. Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by God and
those whom he places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse,
helping others see God. --author unknown

Monday, December 04, 2006

why worry

here is a little something I got in my email that will make you really think.
Don't Worry
-- Author Unknown

Years ago, I was enthralled as I listened to a pastor who for several
years had faithfully served the church. His executive responsibilities
had taken him all over this country. As he concluded his message, he
told of one of the most frightening, yet thought-provoking,
experiences of his life.

He had been on a long flight from one place to another. The first
warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane
flashed on: Fasten your seat belts. Then, after a while, a calm voice
said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are
expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is

As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the
passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the
announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal
at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."

Then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard
even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening
skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed
around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on
terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to

The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those
around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that
nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying.
The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make
it through the storm.

Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing
to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat;
she was reading a book and every thing within her small world was calm
and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again;
then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her
world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when it
lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening
severity,when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous
child was completely composed and unafraid." The minister could hardly
believe his eyes.

It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached
its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark,our
pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a
long time. Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane,
he asked why she had not been afraid.

The child replied, "'Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home."

There are many kinds of storms that buffet us:
. Physical,
. Mental,
. Financial,
. Domestic, and...
Many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw
our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement. We have all known
such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be
at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed
about a darkened sky.

Let us remember... Our Father is the Pilot.

He is in control and taking us home... So Don't Worry


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