That is a real nice poem.

Wendy...Welcome to the Forum.

Beautiful poetry there...

Sorry about the loss of your Loved One, Wendy....

I soooo understand loss...

But we do know our loved ones are with Jesus...walking those streets of gold... happy and full of Joy ....and one day, we shall meet again

God Bless You Wendy....

Matthew 16:26 For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?

The last few months before my deceased went to be with the Lord she gave her heart to the Lord. For the first time in a long time she was a happy person. Losing her I was very distraught and it really challenged my faith. Of course, it can be like that if you really love them. I came close to cursing God and for a while I didn't go to church. Then one day when I had became so empty from the loss of her love I asked the Lord to replace the love that I thought had been taken away from me. Whoa. What a spiritual experience that was for me. The Lord filled me totally.

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Just stopping by to say Hi, may not be on here much for a couple weeks, have a trip to the East Coast coming up in a few days.

Peace, Happiness and Gods Blessings for all of you

I hope you have a good trip, SharpShooter10.

Thank You Sharpshooter .

Hey Sharpshooter .....

heard you got Married!!!

Congradulations !!!!!!!



May God Bless Both You and Your Very Special Lady in a Mighty Way... Always!!!

Hi Tom,

Good to see you pop by, hope you have a good trip. Have fun, take care.

Hugs my beautiful friends, sorry haven't stopped by in the coffeehouse recently. I hope all is well with you.

Hi Tiffa,

good to see you. I have been busy, but enjoying some good fall weather.

Hola todos como estan

Hello Cielo.



Handprints of Love
By Renee Myers


“Reward her for all she has done. Let her deeds publicly declare her praise.”
Proverbs 31:31 (NLT)


Devotion:

Oh, the memories of summer days spent with my husband’s parents at their cozy lake cottage. My mother-in-law Jeanette was a wonderful hostess who always made us feel welcomed and loved. Their peaceful home sat on a canal that led to the lake. The views from the windows looked across a tree-shaded yard to the canal where their boat was docked. At any time you could look out to see ducks wandering in the yard or floating by, cranes flying overhead, boats motoring along, or fish jumping out of the water. Our young son loved to stand at the windows with his hands pressed against the glass to catch these fascinating sights.

While talking to Jeanette after one of our visits she said, “This might sound funny, but I haven’t washed the windows since you were here last. I still enjoy seeing your son’s handprints on the glass and just can’t bring myself to wash them off.” Silently I thought to myself, “No, that doesn’t sound funny at all. I never wash our windows either!” Then my heart allowed me to be touched by what she’d just said. Although she was an excellent housekeeper who liked everything neat and tidy, she looked past perfection and sought preservation of the moments her grandchild spent in her home, leaving his handprints behind as evidence of the happy times they’d shared.

Hmmm…I had a lot to learn from her. I was so busy trying to be a good mom and keep up with my tasks (which included wiping off all the sticky handprints I found), that I was overlooking precious “handprint moments” with my own son. I wasn’t allowing myself to stand back and cherish them as my mother-in-law had so wisely done.

Psalm 127:3 tells me that children are a gift from the Lord. In the busyness of motherhood, I failed to see and cherish him as such. Wisdom spoke through the loving words of my mother-in-law to remind me.

I think that I shall never see
a billboard lovely as a tree.
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all.

Ogden Nash

For all who stop by:

Cherished Friends

God must have known there would be times
We’d need a word of cheer,
Someone to praise a triumph
Or brush away a tear.

He must have known we’d need to share
The joy of “little things”
In order to appreciate
The happiness life brings.

I think He knew our troubled hearts
Would sometimes throb with pain,
At trials and misfortunes,
Or goals we can’t attain.

He knew we’d need the comfort
Of an understanding heart
To give us strength and courage
To make a fresh, new start.

He knew we’d need companionship,
Unselfish… lasting… true,
And so God answered the heart’s great need
With cherished friends… like you!

Author Unknown

1,281 miles, 19 hrs 10 minutes, 36 mpg

I'm "Tard", that's southern for "Tired"

Extra strong coffee with a double expresso shot, lots of sugar and some half and half. And then I'm still going to sleep

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Proverbs 18:22

Whoso findeth a Wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour of the Lord.

When Testing Comes


Sometimes you allow us Lord
To go through times of testing
And often, Lord, it may come to us
After a time of blessing

You let those times we go through
Be times of deeper work
To teach us Lord to trust in you
Even though we may hurt

We try so hard to understand
Just what is going on
And why we go through such a low
When before we felt so strong

And when our bodies are in such pain
And our minds are in the dark
Why do doubts of your word, Lord
Creep into our hearts?

We wonder where you are, O God
In the midst of all our doubt
And why you even allow such trials
That seems to cloud you out

It often seems so hard for us
To trust you in these times
We want you to remove the pain
In our bodies and our minds

And yes, O God, I know you heal
And give us hope to believe in
Then other times you allow us to
Go through difficult seasons

But you know what’s best for us
And you see the bigger picture
You’re always there to walk with us
Into a brighter, hope filled future


MUCH LOVE AND BLESSINGS TO ALL

God's Flower

A delicate flower
Seemingly tender and fragile
However she is also strong...

Withstanding...
The cold of heartbreak
The wind of hatred
The storms of discontent

Sunshine glows on her
Blessing her with His warmth
Loving her forever
Reminding her everyday
That He is there

For He will never
Give her more than she can handle
Delicate flower that she is
Because in her
She's a strong elm
Growing tall and mighty
Even as on the outside
She remains a daisy

On the inside she's powerful
Powerful with love
Waiting to bloom into a beautiful rose
For the one He has meant for her

A caring soul
She longs for a garden to call her own
Tiny flowers she'll help bloom into life
All under His warm protective glow

Gentle rain cleanses her petals
As His voice cleanses her soul

"You will have your day, my child
You will be all that you are meant to be
and more
Remember Me is all I ask, my Dear
For I will Guide You to Your Greatest Desires"

TNP 7/9/08 ...I decided to repost this, its been awhile but I've just reread it and felt a need to share it. :)

Thank you for sharing Tiffa, and Debs.




The
Wooden Bowl

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year- old grandson.

The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly and father's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. 'We must do something about father,' said the son. I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye
as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.


The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps onthefloor. He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded, 'Oh,I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. ' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither the husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..'

I've learned that life smetimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right
decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I thought I would stop in and say "hi" over here. I just saw this thread, and I thought I would be friendly and stop in for a cup of java. Or, I might ask Britty to show me the correct etiquette in enjoying a "spot of tea"...

I have one belief (among many) pertaining to my personal faith. I do not think I should ever get caught up in an argument concerning my faith. To me, it does no effectual good to argue one's point openly and (to me) rather foolishly in a public setting (like in forums...LOL).

I will always be a Christian man, I do not think that will ever change. I love thinking about God, and praying to God, and sometimes just sitting back in awe as God does something spectacular with my life. I write songs about my faith and my experiences as a Christian, and I like to sing them and play my guitar for the Lord. I also like to play the Native American flute and close my eyes and think about God.

In my life, my faith brings me comfort and a pray to visualize survival in the future. It also gives me hope of an life after I depart from this present human body. In my faith, I will make heaven my home one day as long as I keep walking the narrow path as best I can.

So, pulling up a chair, I sit down at the table with other friends to discuss your religions. I like to learn new things, and try to understand how people think and believe even if I do not agree for there ways for my life, I am still a gentleman no matter what folks believe.


Jim
"TelephoneMan"

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