So true! Just had to reblog!!
Archive for November, 2012
Pump little legs! Take me high in the air!
Away from the danger lurking down there!
My fathers approaching and he doesn’t look glad
He’s doling out discipline because I was bad
My brother lies watching from the upstairs bedroom
He’s received his punishment and knows I will, soon.
He’s laughing because my 4-year-old mind
Thought escape on the swings would save my behind.
But my father’s much bigger and quicker you see
Than any old swing that might rescue me.
In a moment, a flash, I was snatched from mid-air
And suddenly watching the ground from right there,
Bent over his knee I received my reward
For playing with matches and justice was scored.
I glanced at the lady bug within my sight
And wished upon wish I could escape my plight
Our sister had divulged our dangerous scheme
With those in authority. We thought she was mean!
Well lessons were learned on that fateful day
And swinging high in the air would not get me away.
Later my parents would recite these events
To all who would listen of my silly intent.
Well I’d like to think that I’ve learned over time
To consider the results of the thoughts in my mind
To make better choices and know in the end
What seems exciting is not always my friend
For what if the matches that we struck while at play
Leaped into flames and destroyed on that day
Our home and the lives of all who were there
This poem today, I could not share
So as bad as the punishment seemed at the time
I have come to accept, it did fit the crime.
What I needed to hear today! May it bless you as well!
Wishing to encourage her young son’s progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted an old friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her.
Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked “NO ADMITTANCE”.
When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing.
Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.”
At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy’s ear, “Don’t quit. Keep playing.” Then leaning…
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Unmerited favor granted,
Unworthy am I
Priceless the gift
Costing Him everything
Yet freely He gave
That I might be rescued
From the sentence I deserved.
For this I am thankful!!
…He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. Titus 3:5
Our Ultimate Source of Help
1)I lift up my eyes to the hills–
where does my help come from?
2)My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.–
3)He will not let your foot slip–
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4)indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5)The Lord watches over you–
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
6)the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7)The Lord will keep you from all harm–
he will watch over your life;
8)the Lord will watch over your
coming and going
both now and forevermore.
This beautiful psalm is a reminder that our ultimate source of help is the Lord. One commentator noted that “lifting the eyes is a choice of one’s will”. This demands true faith in our loving heavenly father to meet our needs when there is no visible sign of intervention. It is not His will for us to be anxious about anything. Charles Spurgeon said ,”…for the very essence of anxious care is the imagining that we are wiser than God….”. To all who are struggling with problems that seem unbearable, that seem to have no answer, may you lift your eyes to the hills and find God ready and willing to meet your need!! He is a God of GREAT grace and mercy, full of compassion and love. Look up, and find Him there!
Love this and just had to reblog!!!
A little boy is telling his Grandma how “everything” is going wrong: school, family problems, and severe health problems in the family. Meanwhile, Grandma is baking a cake. She asks her grandson if he would like a snack, which of course he does.
“Here, have some cooking oil,” she says. “Yuck” says the boy.
“Then how about a couple raw eggs?”
“Gross, Grandma!” he replies.
“Would you prefer some flour then? Or maybe some baking soda?” she asks.
“Grandma, those are all yucky!” he replied.
To which Grandma replies: “Yes, all those things seem to taste bad all by themselves. But when they are mixed together in the right amounts and the right manner, they make a delicious cake!”
She continued, “God works the same way. Many times we wonder why he would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these…
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on November 21, 2012