He looked down at me
and smiled,
"Since I feel so
magnanimous,
I'd like to give you
something, child."
He asked me what I
wanted,
I said, "Oh, really
nothing more,
You've done so much
already."
He said, "That's
what God is for."
"You have been
pretty good," He said,
I know there's not
much that you seek,
I will pick a little
something,
Just to make your
life complete."
With great
anticipation,
I looked forward to
my gift,
I wondered what God
had in mind,
That would give me
such a lift.
"This gift," God
said, "You realize,
Bears some
responsibility,
So, if you accept my
present,
You must be willing
to agree...
"To offer
unconditionally,
A section or a part,
Of more than half of
you,
The larger portion
of your heart."
"Okay, God," I
answered,
"Since in You, I
always trust,
I'll meet your
obligation,
In the manner that I
must."
To myself, I
thought, wow, what a gift,
For so much of me,
God's asked,
Now what could be so
valuable,
That my share was
more than half?
With both hands I
sought my gift,
I still did not have
a clue,
Then God put your
hand in mine,
And said His gift to
me was YOU!
~ Author Unknown ~
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Little Sprinkles Of Love by Janeane
Bolton
Found at
http://www.spiritisup.com/sprinklesoflove.html
Like little sprinkles of love
Your smile has touched my heart
It sparkles here, it glistens there
And tears my fears apart
Like little sprinkles of love
Your laugh can make my day
A giggle here, a giggle there
Can chase my blues away
With your little sprinkles of love
There's nothing I can't do
So sprinkles of love I'm sending
From my heart right back to you! ~ Janeane Bolton @2002 ~
Other fine work
by Janeane Bolton
http://www.spiritisup.com/poetryshelf3.html#janeane
contact Janeane:
JaneaneBolton@msn.com
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It’s Autumn
Our friendship is like Autumn,
Dazzling colors, burning bright.
But our friendship is not like Autumn,
For there is no end in sight.
We are bold and bright, like colored leaves
That blanket all the trees.
But friendship forms a strong, strong bond
Like the bond with you and me.
We are friends first, and friends last.
Firmer friends cannot be made.
Our friendship will last for years to come.
Our friendship will not fade.
And every day, our friendship begins
Again, all fresh and new.
It is colored like the leaves of Fall
Because I share it all with you. ~ Author Unknown ~
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For All Mothers
This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with
sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and
cherry Kool-Aid saying, It's OK honey, Mommy's here." when they keep crying and
won't stop.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up
in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and
sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll
never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on
metal bleachers at football or soccer games Friday night instead of watching
from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of
course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world,".... and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the
grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet like a tired
2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children
and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to
but just couldn't.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night
for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie
their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted
for Velcro instead. This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook
and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for all mothers whose heads
turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though
they know their own off spring are at home.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school
with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only
to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick
them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who
can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they
bleed -when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion?
Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a
shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your
son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very
first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib
at 2 A.M.
to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child
when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? For all the mothers
of the victims of all these school shootings, and the mothers of those who did
the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in
front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from
school, safely.
This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on
their children's graves.
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes
and sleep deprivation.
And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers
and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all.
So hang in there.
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"Quiet Brook," written and designed by Bobette Bryan, 2002 ~
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The Long Road
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this
the long way?" she asked.
And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will
be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the
beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she could not believe
that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children,
and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear
streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will
ever be lovelier than this."
Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark,
and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and
covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid,
for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the
children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she
said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children
climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have
done it without you."
And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the
stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have
learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today,
I have given them strength."
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the
earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled,
and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the children
looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond
the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for
I have shown my children God."
And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the
years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children
were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they
lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill,
and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.
And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And
now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone,
and their children after them."
And the children said, " You will always walk with us,
Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched
her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We
cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a
memory. She is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the
leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of bleach in your freshly
laundered socks she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's
crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home;
and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and
your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you.. Not time, not
space...not even death!
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Guidance
When I
meditated on the word guidance, I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word. I
remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing.
When two
people try to lead, nothing feels right. The movement doesn't flow with the
music, and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky. When one person realizes
and lets the other lead, both bodies begin to flow with the music. One gives
gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back or by pressing lightly in one
direction or another. It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully. The
dance takes surrender, willingness, and attentiveness from one person and gentle
guidance and skill from the other.
My eyes
drew back to the word guidance.
When I
saw "G", I thought of God, followed by "U"
and "I". God, "U" and
"I" dance". God, you, and I dance. This statement
is what guidance means to me. As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust
that I would get guidance about my life.
Once
again, I became willing to let God lead.
Author Unknown
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Your Invited to A BIRTHDAY
CELEBRATION!!!
Guest of Honor:
Jesus Christ
Date:
Every day. Traditionally, December 25 but He's
always around, so the date is flexible....
Time:
Whenever you're ready.
(Please don't be late, though, or you'll miss out on all the
fun!)
Place: In your
heart.... He'll meet you there.
(You'll hear Him knock.)
Attire: Come
as you are... grubbies are okay.
He'll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something about new
white robes and crowns for everyone who stays till the last.
Tickets:
Admission is free. He's already
paid for everyone... (He says you wouldn't have been able to afford
it anyway... it cost Him everything He had. But you do need to
accept the ticket!!
Refreshments:
New wine, bread, and a far-out
drink He calls "Living Water,"followed by a supper that promises to
be out of this world!
Gift Suggestions:
; Your life. He's one of those
people who already has everything else. (He's very generous in
return though. Just wait until you see what He has for you!)
Entertainment:
Joy, Peace, Truth, Light, Life,
Love, Real Happiness, Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles,
Healing, Power, Eternity in Paradise, Contentment, and much more!
(All "G" rated, so bring your family and friends.)
R.S.V.P. Very
Important! He must know ahead so
He can reserve a spot for you at the table. Also, He's keeping a
list of His friends for future reference. He calls it the
"Lamb's Book of Life."
Party being given by His Kids (that's us!!)! Hope to see you there!
For those of you whom I will see at the party, share this with
someone today!
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What You Mean To Me
For as long as the ocean is wide
Through the miles and miles of sea,
You will be someone special,
You're a miracle to me.
For as long as the mountains are high,
Higher than any can climb,
You will be dear to me,
You're the best friend I can find.
For every star that twinkles
In the bright heavens above,
You will be my eternal reminder
Of what it means to love.
Never forget...
You are someone special!
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