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Your my best friend!!!


Good morning and happy Sunday, I pray that this day is filled with only good things and that you have opportunity to "fill your tank" I love Sunday!!!!

In prayer this morning I bowed my head humbly and asked God to continue blessing you with his peace, his love, his calm and his comfort!!! I asked God to bless you and yours with health and happiness, and with grins and giggles. I asked him to continue to hold each of you in his arms and to shield you with his protection. To fill your heart with joy and to allow you YOU and HIM time today! 
I ask these mercies and graces in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen. 
My Best Friend

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk off to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, “Excuse me. Where are we?”

“This is Heaven, sir,” the man answered.
“Wow! Would you happen to have some water?” the man asked.

“Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.” The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

“Can my best friend,” gesturing toward his dog, “come in, too?” the traveler asked.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.”

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.



As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

“Excuse me!” he called to the man. “Do you have any water?”

“Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.”

“How about my best friend here?” the traveler gestured to the dog.

“There should be a bowl by the pump.”

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.


When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.


“What do you call this place?” the traveler asked.

“This is Heaven,” he answered.

“Well, that’s confusing,” the traveler said. “The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.”

“Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates. Nope. That’s hell.”

“Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?”

“No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.”

A quarter changed his life!!!



Good morning and Happy Saturday! We are covered in snow this morning, it has been a long time coming and now that it is here...I am happy to see it but hope it does not want to visit for very long!

In prayer this morning I asked God to bless each of you with answers to your prayers, I asked him to provide for you peace, calm and comfort, to fill you with knowledge and understanding and to afford you an occasion to day to be a light for someone's darkness. I asked him to continue to bless my friends who are under the weather, who are battling disease and who are clinging to life, I prayed that he supplied each of them with their needs and his will. I asked him to continue to bless those who feel defeated, who are depressed and who struggle daily to put one foot in front of the other, that they might feel his love and strive to move forward onto His path. I asked all of these mercies and blessings in the name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

I came across this little story this morning and thought it a great message to share today, I am always talking about being a light, being a good example....well this one really touches close to home! Enjoy!!!

A Christian

1 Timothy 4:11-16
Command and teach these things. 4:12 Let no one look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in your speech, conduct, love, faithfulness, and purity. 4:13 Until I come, give attention to the public reading of scripture, to exhortation, to teaching. 4:14 Do not neglect the spiritual gift you have, given to you and confirmed by prophetic words when the elders laid hands on you. 4:15 Take pains with these things; be absorbed in them, so that everyone will see your progress. 4:16 Be conscientious about how you live and what you teach. Persevere in this, because by doing so you will save both yourself and those who listen to you.


Several years ago, a christian preacher from out-of-state accepted a call to a church in  Houston , Texas.  Some weeks after he arrived, he had an occasion to ride the bus from his home to the downtown area. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a quarter too much change. As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, ‘You’d better give the quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it.’ Then he thought, ‘Oh, forget it, it’s only a quarter. Who would worry about this little amount? Anyway, the bus company gets too much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as a ‘gift from God’ and keep quiet.’

When his stop came, he paused momentarily at the door, and then he handed the quarter to the driver and said, ‘Here, you gave me too much change ‘

The driver, with a smile, replied, ‘Aren’t you the new preacher in town?’

‘Yes’ he replied.

‘Well, I have been thinking a lot lately about going somewhere to worship. I just wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change I’ll see you at church on Sunday.’

When the preacher stepped off of the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest light pole, held on, and said, ‘Oh God, I almost sold your Son for a quarter.’

Our lives are the only Bible some people will ever read. This is a really scary example of how much people watch us as Christians, and will put us to the test! Always be on guard — and remember — You carry the name of Christ on your shoulders when you call yourself
‘Christian.’

Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.

Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.

Have a "dandelion" kind of day!!!


Good morning and happy Thursday, it is a beautiful morning out, 34 degrees and sunshine, in all of my years in Utah I have never seen a winter as mild as this! I have to say I could get used to no snow:)

In Prayer this morning it was much nicer than last evening, my mind would not calm and try as I may I could not block out distraction. I felt as if there was something missing all evening, I made an attempt several times to find my inner quiet so that I could share with my Father in Heaven the thoughts of the day and to lift prayer. When tired finally overtook my body and I laid down for my nights sleep I still could not get into the place I like to be when I pray, after several failed attempts I ask God to bless me with a peace filled sleep and to take whatever it was that was hindering my attempts at prayer and allow me a fresh start in the morning. I feel much better and prayers were answered this morning, I was able to slip into my quiet place and pray fervently. Thank you father for allowing me time and peace to be successful. I asked Him to bless each of you with His love, His peace, His calm and His comfort this day. I asked Him to continue to be sided with little Charlton as he battles with his illness, to keep his family comforted and to pull them all into his arms and allow them His rest. I asked for comfort and understanding be given to all of the police officers here in Utah that were involved in the shootings last night leaving one officer dead. Father comfort them and their families, lay your great healing hands upon them and wax them strong. I asked continued calm of mind for my friend who will be going into surgery tomorrow. I asked Him to bless my sweet friend who has been so sick for the last few days that He provide her with strength and comfort. I prayed for the caregivers coping with losing their loved ones, either physically or mentally, Father give them strength to get through each day seeing the conditions worsen, keep them filled with the knowledge that they will not be without them forever just until they are called home and then they will see the reward for their compassion. I asked Him to continue to bless my daughter and my unborn grandson with health and strength. I asked all of these mercies, graces and blessings in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior. Amen.




Symbol for Happiness

- Tom!

I had just been reading an interesting article about a symbol for happiness by a life coach. She wrote we should carry a symbol with us that reminded us of a true happy moment and whenever we looked at it we should stop for a short while and think about what it represented.

 - Tom! Did you hear me?

My wife´s tone made me sigh, put the newspaper away and rise.

- Ok, ok, I´ll go.

I opened the front door and saw our next door neighbor, Mrs Fitzpatrick, sitting on her porch. She had a cast on her leg. I saw her watching the lawn and tapping her chin with her finger.

The lawn. That was what had made my wife to push me through the door.

- Just look at it! All those weeds! She can´t mow it herself. You go out now and do what a good neighbor should!
And so I had come to mow her lawn on this beautiful Saturday morning.

- Ah, Tom! she waved at me and smiled broadly, - Good to see you! Here, come sit with me for a while.

I got to her porch and sat on a bench.

- Beautiful morning! she beamed at me.

- Err, yes, it sure is, I said. I had'nt expected her to be this cheerful with a broken leg and all.

- Just looking at my lawn, she said.

- Oh yes, the lawn. Well I came here to...

- Isn´t it just beautiful! she interrupted me.

I shut my mouth. I looked around. Weeds, dandelions... Not at all the velvety green lawn like everyone else´s in the neighborhood.

- Beautiful...?

- Just look at those dandelions!

I did just that. Saw the lawn positively overtaken by them. They should be dug up with their roots and soon. I sure hoped my wife did not think I would do that too. Mowing the lawn would have to do for today.

- Now dandelion sure is a symbol for happiness! she smiled.

- I´m not sure I follow... I stammered, - A dandelion as a symbol for happiness?

- Look at that bright beautiful yellow color! If that isn´t a happy cheerful color, I don´t know what is! And it spreads just like happiness.

She laughed at my expression.

- I know, you think I´m batty. But just think about it! If you are really happy, you do good things that bring joy to the people around you. And once they get happy, they do the same. And so the happiness spreads. Just like a dandelion. It blooms, sharing its shiny sunny color with everyone and sends its seeds into the wind - and before you know it, you have a hundred copies of the sunny little flower around you.

- But it is a weed... I tried.

- A weed, that´s funny. I´ve been sitting here for a while now, watching everyone work on their garden. And I mean work. It dose'nt look very joyful - just working to make you lawn look short and thick and green. You know I never see any of the neighbors sit and just look at their beautiful lawn. They just work on it and don´t enjoy it.

Well she sure got that one right. I never heard anyone talk about their lawn unless it was to complain how much work it was.

- Everyone seems to be complaining about how stressful life is, she said.

And then she said the thing I wrote down once I got home. I still write it on the first page of all my calendars when the new year begins, and glue a little picture of a dandelion next to it.

- What a bad day, they say. And I look at the dandelions and see a thousand little suns. 

Money free "gift" giving...what a great idea!!!





Good morning and happy Monday, aww the beginning of the first week of the new year! I pray it will be a great Monday for you and that you are looking at 2012 with wide eyed wonder and promise of only good things! 

In prayer this morning, I sat out in the sunshine and allowed it to wash gently over me, I leaned my head back and allowed the warmth to radiate through my body and I felt the love of our Father in heaven so strongly. I sat and thought about all the things I plan on achieving this new year and about the changes that I need to make to gain personal strength and spiritual growth. I asked God to bless me with strength and fortitude to get both done. I will begin again the diet that I let go with the holidays, I will begin to think healthy, not allowing the aches and pains get me down any more and I will pray harder and more fervently for "change". I felt that God was much pleased with my resolution and for a few moments felt no pain whatsoever in my body as I sat there in quiet reflection. I prayed for each of you and yours, asking our Father in Heaven to touch you in a way today that will confirm to you that you will never go through anything alone as long as you hold his hand in your hand and his love in your heart. I asked, as always for you to have peace, calm, comfort and understanding. I thanked him for the miracles that he allows me to see each day through answered prayers, I look around and see answers to things I pray about and feel amazed at his strength and abilities! Today I ask you to join with me in asking our Father in Heaven for blessings for those who are in need of faith renewal, that you be a friend, open your eyes and see where there is need if it only be a smile, a hug, or a pat on the back. Let us make 2012 the year when true compassion is at the top of everyones list of things to do. Lord bless us with the gift of friend, bless us with keen eyesight to see where we are needed the most and bless us with the gift of knowing what we can do to make a difference. In the name of our sweet and loving brother in heaven, Jesus Christ. Amen.

I came upon this little list this morning in reading and thought wow...I can do each of those on a daily basis! Can you? 


Eight Friendship Gifts



THE GIFT OF LISTENING...
But you must REALLY listen. No interrupting, no daydreaming, no planning your response. Just listening.

THE GIFT OF AFFECTION...
Be generous with appropriate hugs, kisses, pats on the back and handholds. Let these small actions demonstrate the love you have for family and friends.

THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER...
Clip cartoons. Share articles and funny stories. Your gift will say, "I love to laugh with you."

THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE...
It can be a simple "Thanks for the help" note or a full sonnet. A brief, handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime, and may even change a life.

THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT...
A simple and sincere, "You look great in red," "You did a super job" or "That was a wonderful meal" can make someone's day.

THE GIFT OF A FAVOR...
Every day, go out of your way to do something kind.

THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE...
There are times when we want nothing better than to be left alone. Be sensitive to those times and give the gift of solitude to others.

THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION...
The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to someone, really it's not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You.

Words to live by~~Good advice is good advice no matter how long ago it was written!


Good  morning and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I pray your night was a great one, that as the old year passed on and the new year came in that you allowed positive thoughts to come in with it, letting the negative stay in 2011. 

In prayer this morning I sat out in the sun, allowing it to warm me from the tip of my head to the very core of my heart. Our weather has been amazing to say the least, it has been warm, sunny, and blue skies as far as the eye can see. More like the onset of spring...certainly not like winter in Utah. We have had little snow to speak of.....I prayed with fervor for each of us asking God to allow freedom from disease and sickness, freedom from negative, freedom from addictions, from pettiness, from strife and woe, I asked him to guide us to places that will be positive, that will surround us with people who are filled with the light of Christ who can help us to find our way. I prayed for our nation to come together with God as the head this new year, for our officials to see what is needed and to execute. I prayed for happiness and joy to be a part of each of our days and for love to be on our lips at all time, for us to be compassionate, for us to be filled with grace, integrity and honesty. I asked all of this in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

I came across the following this morning and felt it has some really good advice, share with me if you will. Have a wonderful day, know that you are loved and so very appreciated! God bless you all! 



ADVICE FOR ALL ON NEW YEAR'S DAY

~Let this coming year be better than all the others. Vow to do some of the things you’ve always wanted to do but couldn’t find the time.~

~Call up a forgotten friend. Drop an old grudge, and replace it with some pleasant memories.~

~Share a funny story with someone whose spirits are dragging. A good laugh can be very good medicine.~

~Vow not to make a promise you don’t think you can keep.~

~Pay a debt.~

~Give a soft answer.~

~Free yourself of envy and malice.~

~Encourage some youth to do his or her best. Share your experience, and offer support. Young people need role models.~

~Make a genuine effort to stay in closer touch with family and good friends.~

~Resolve to stop magnifying small problems and shooting from the lip. Words that you have to eat can be hard to digest.~

~Find the time to be kind and thoughtful. All of us have the same allotment: 24 hours a day. Give a compliment. It might give someone a badly needed lift.~

~Think things through. Forgive an injustice. Listen more. Be kind.~

~Apologize when you realize you are wrong. An apology never diminishes a person. It elevates him.~

~Don’t blow your own horn. If you’ve done something praiseworthy, someone will notice eventually.~

~Try to understand a point of view that is different from your own. Few things are 100 percent one way or another.~

~Examine the demands you make on others.~

~Lighten up. When you feel like blowing your top, ask yourself, "Will it matter a week from today?"~

~Laugh the loudest when the joke is on you.~

~The sure way to have a friend is to be one. We are all connected by our humanity, and we need each other.~

~Avoid malcontents and pessimists. They drag you down and contribute nothing.~

~Don’t discourage a beginner from trying something risky. Nothing ventured means nothing gained. Be optimistic. The can-do spirit is the fuel that makes things go.~

~Go to war against animosity and complacency.~

~Express your gratitude. Give credit when it’s due—and even when it isn’t. It will make you look good.~

~Read something uplifting. Deep-six the trash. You wouldn’t eat garbage—why put it in your head?~

~Don’t abandon your old-fashioned principles. They never go out of style.~

~When courage is needed, ask yourself, "If not me, who? If not now, when?"~

~Take better care of yourself. Remember, you’re all you’ve got. Pass up that second helping. You really don’t need it. Vow to eat more sensibly. You’ll feel better and look better, too.~

~Don’t put up with secondhand smoke. Nobody has the right to pollute your air or give you cancer. If someone says, "This is a free country," remind him or her that the country may be free, but no person is free if he has a habit he can’t control.~

~Return those books you borrowed. Reschedule that missed dental appointment. Clean out your closet. Take those photos out of the drawer and put them in an album. If you see litter on the sidewalk, pick it up instead of walking over it.~

~Give yourself a reality check. Phoniness is transparent, and it is tiresome. Take pleasure in the beauty and the wonders of nature. A flower is God’s miracle.~

~Walk tall, and smile more. You’ll look 10 years younger.~

~Don’t be afraid to say, "I love you." Say it again. They are the sweetest words in the world.~

~If you have love in your life, consider yourself blessed, and vow to make this the best year ever.~
~Ann Landers~

an EXERCISE program we can all afford to get RID of!!!



Good morning friends, I pray this last day of 2011 is off to a good start and that you are eager to ring in the NEW YEAR! I pray that you are afforded time today to sit and really reflect on the year and if there are changes that you would like to see happening in your life that you have already formatted a plan that will bring them to fruition! If you don't yet have the format, I hope that you are consulting with the master planner, He is the designer and can give you the blue print you will need to move forward!

In prayer this morning I sat outside for a long time...here in Utah, we were in the high 50's yesterday and in the upper 20's this morning!  As I sat out this morning thinking of all the ups and downs of 2011, I thanked God for all of it, I now see where the "downs" had to be put into play in order for me to have "ups" I am so thankful that I am not the one trying to plan out my life, if I were...there is no telling how big a mess I would have made. Not to say I have not made messes, but boy I can only imagine how big they would be! I thanked our Father in Heaven for His grace, His mercy, His wisdom, His taking time for me, His love at all times and His understanding. I asked God to continue to bless us with His strength to get through the toughest of times, with His wisdom to be consciously aware of "right" and " wrong" and to continue striving to do "right", with His unconditional love, that we feel it daily and strive to please Him, with His integrity, with His will, with His...with His...with HIM...I asked Him to give each of us peace, calm, and comfort this day, to be a shield of protection for each of us as we celebrate this evening and into the night, to hold each of us as if small children and breathe into us what it is that we need to work harder on, what it is that we need to be putting into motion and what it is that we can do for others so that they might feel His love as we do! I asked all of these things in the name of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

Please ring in the new year responsibly so that when you arise in the morning you are filled with "grit" and determination to make 2012 the best of the best of years.

I came across this in my readings and thought "how ingenious" I think many of us do the following exercises more than not...will you join me today to come up with a better exercise routine in the NEW YEAR? God bless each of you with the gift of "sight" today to look at these and see which you practice and which of these you will decide to leave in 2011 so that 2012 is not filled with Negative!!!



15 Exercises We'd Be Better Off Without in 2012


Jumping on the bandwagon

Wading through paperwork

Running around in circles

Pushing your luck

Spinning your wheels

Adding fuel to the fire

Beating your head against the wall

Climbing the walls

Beating your own drum

Dragging your heels

Jumping to conclusions

Grasping at straws

Fishing for compliments

Throwing your weight around

Passing the buck

Just P.U.S.H..





Good morning and happy Friday! I can hardly believe that in just 2 days it will be 2012. This year has blown by, I pray it has been a good one for you and now that you are ready to venture into whatever it is that God has waiting for you on your next phase! 

In prayer this morning I ask you to pray for a very special friend who has just called and is headed to the ER, asking God to allow the doctors knowledge to finally find out what is going on with her and for her to be healed. I asked God to continue blessing each of you, to answer prayers that you have been praying and to allow us all to feel His strength when we feel weak, and His overwhelming love when we feel alone. Lead us Father, guide us, and always walk beside us. I asked special prayer for all who are battling illness and disease that the pain in your bodies will cease and that a miraculous healing take place. I thanked our Father for allowing us love of family and friends, for allowing me the blessing of word that I might be able to continue to lift prayer when there is need, that I might be the light that someone in the darkness needs today. I asked him to use me wherever I am needed with faith in me that I will not tire. I love you Heavenly Father and I thank you for the love you give to me, I saw it in the sunrise this morning, what a beautiful confirmation. I ask these mercies and graces in the name of my brother and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.


Just P.U.S.H!

When everything seems to go wrong,
just P.U.S.H.!

When the job gets you down,
just P.U.S.H.!

When people don't react the way you think they should,
just P.U.S.H.!

When your money looks funny and the bills are due,
just P.U.S.H.!

When you want to curse them out for whatever the reason,
just P.U.S.H.!

When you ask the question, when is my ship coming in?
(as I often do),
just P.U.S.H.!

When people just don't understand you,
just P.U.S.H.!

Not to continue on and on…
let me tell you what P.U.S.H. stands for.


     P–ray
     U–ntil
     S–omething
     H–appens!

Why do we continue to HOLD ON?




Good morning and happy Thursday, I pray that this day is filled with joy and that each of you is becoming more and more excited for the new year. As I sit and reflect on 2011, I find myself filled with (ear to ear) grins, and at times with great tears. I pray that you take some time to reflect on the good and bad in 2011 and make some goals for your personal life for 2012. 

In prayer this morning as I sat in silence, I asked Father God to bless each of you with what is needed in your life today, not wanted but needed. I thanked him for the many things he has given me this year with your friendship and encouragement being at the top. I thanked him for the honor of allowing me to pray with and for each of you in your times of struggle and for allowing me to have a voice and a heart that is not every weary to pray. I asked him to bless my daughter, her fiance and our unborn baby with all of his light and all of his love. I prayed for peace to be in each of our hearts, for calm to be in each of our minds and comfort to be in each of our bodies. I prayed for those who have suffered loss of loved ones both human and pet, and for those who are battling the effects of disease and illness. I asked God to reveal to each of us his unconditional love, to continue to shine his beautiful guiding light and for him to never take turn from us even in our darkest hour.  I prayed that each of you would continue to reach out to him, to trust and have faith in him and to realize that when times are the hardest he is the closest. I continue to pray for a very special man, one that I have admired since the first time I ever met him some 25 years ago, comfort him Father and let him know that you are holding him. Father, comfort each of his loved ones. In the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. Amen

Let Go Of Your GRUDGES
Michael Josephson

As we approach the New Year, it's a good time to clean out the clutter in our lives. That means disposing of useless papers and unused stuff but also throwing away old grudges.

The prevalence and durability of grudges proves Maya Angelou's observation that people don't always remember what you said or did, but they do remember how you made them feel.

Grudges are nothing more than toxic memories of how someone made us feel.

But Confucius taught that "To be wronged is nothing unless we continue to remember it." So why do so many of us choose to consciously preserve and revisit toxic feelings that detract from our happiness?

Perhaps we fool ourselves into thinking we can inflict some sort of pain on the person who wronged us. In fact, holding on to a grudge is like holding on to a hot stone. It doesn't hurt the stone or the person who gave it to us; it only hurts the one holding it. Carrying a grudge is like being stung to death by one bee.

It doesn't matter how justified the bitter feelings are or how right we are. Holding on to a grievance turns pain into suffering. In a peculiar way it empowers the wrongdoer to hurt us again and again.

So start out this New Year by giving yourself a great gift. Muster the good sense and strength to root out and release deep-seated and long-held resentments.

If you can, forgive and forget. But all that's really necessary is a firm decision to let go of your grudges so you can move forward and free yourself of the chains of resentment.

~~TIME~~do you know how valuable it is?




Good morning, WOW it is already Thursday...are you all ready for the celebration? I pray that this day brings you one step closer and that you have some time today to sit and have you and God time. He always makes me feel better when I am stressed and in a hurry! 

In prayer this morning, I prayed my normal, usual prayers asking God to bless each of us with peace, calm, comfort, compassion, and love...great love, heartfelt, unconditional love. I asked for special attention to the one who has suffered yet another stroke and is in transition to be with God in heaven. I asked comfort and understanding for his loved ones and asked Jesus to hold his hand the entire trip and present before him all that are there eagerly awaiting him. I asked blessing for my sweet friend suffering heartbreak from lost love, present to her today father a light, show her the new path you wish for her to journey and hold her hand until she is strong enough to walk alone. I asked you father to bless my little G~babes as CHRISTmas will be very slim for each of them this year, bless them with understanding and calm their little hearts when they realize that the toys they desire will not be given. This year has been so financially overwhelming for so many, we must cling to faith and the the knowledge that the season is about the BIRTH of our Savior. Bless those who have no food with a nice hot meal and a promise that you will make a way for them to eat each day in the new year. Thank you father for giving me another day to praise your name, to share about the wonder and amazement of you and to be a voice for someone who has been lost. I love you and I ask mercy, grace, favor and healing for all in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

This is a wonderful story and I pray you will read to the end, there are 15 little sayings that can make a huge difference in life!

Valuable Things

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, 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 his wife and son. 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," Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5.Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6.You mean the world to someone.
7. If not for you, someone may not be living.
8. You are special and unique.
9. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, probably, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
0. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
12. Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.
13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.
15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

What a Thrill it Must give GOD...



Good morning and happy Monday, the last Monday before JESUS' birthday bash:) 
I pray the morning has started off on a sweet note and that the entire day follows suit. 

In prayer this morning as I sat in the quiet splendor of my home, I found myself being filled with anxiety the more I prayed, this does not happen often and when it does I have to really concentrate on staying on track with my chat with God. I take it as a sign that I am on the right track and that satan does not want me to be where I am. I continued on in prayer, refusing to allow the little irritants to take me over. God is so amazing, and for satan to battle so hard to break my train of thought and redirect me, I know I must be doing something right. I have talked to several people this week who have revealed to me that they do not feel worthy of God's love, that they have made such mistakes and poor choices that they could never be forgiven. I have stressed to them that as long as we are here on earth we WILL make mistakes, we WILL make poor choices and we will SIN. I asked God to bless each person I have talked to with knowledge, better than I can share, of his unconditional love, to warm their hearts and know that they are worthy, in their humility they are closer to Him than they ever have been. I asked God to bless each of you with peace in your hearts, calm in your spirits and comfort in your bodies. I asked him to continue to bless those suffering broken hearts, those battling with addictions, and depression, those struggling with "overcoming" no matter what there is to overcome. I asked him to allow us his strength when we are weak, his "smarts" when we feel "dumb" his compassion when we feel callous, his love when we feel hate and his generosity when we feel selfish. I asked him to nudge us with gentle reminders this entire week what we will be celebrating on Sunday. I asked all of these sweet and tender blessings to be given us in the name of His beloved Son, Jesus Christ. Amen.

Psalm 139:13-14

  For you created my inmost being; 
   you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; 
   your works are wonderful, 
   I know that full well.
New International Version (NIV)


I came across this story this morning and knew as proof positive that it would be what I needed to post today, it goes hand in hand with all of us feeling like we should just be pushed to the back of the drawer because we no longer have value. I pray it will open some eyes and bring realizations to those in need ! 


The Re-Knitting Hand of God 
by Marilyn Ehle 

Look! I am doing a new thing… (Isaiah 43:19)

The owner of an upscale boutique led me through the aisles of his shop filled with exquisite clothing. It only took a sidelong glance at a few price tags to determine that this was a shop far beyond any budget I could ever hope to have. Quite unexpectedly, the owner-friend said, “Pick out something for yourself, Marilyn,” but instead of quickly choosing a garment, I seemed stunned into inactivity. Finally our friend handed me a beautiful black and white sequined sweater of intricate design. “This is perfect for you.” In just moments the gift was wrapped in fine tissue, thrust into a bag and we walked out of this shopper’s heaven. In the months and years ahead I wore this lovely sweater on many semi-formal occasions and always felt like some woman out of the pages of the fashion magazine Elle.

But one day I noticed that a few threads binding the front of the knitted garment to the bottom band were loose. Soon the entire front had unraveled from the band and my lovely sweater was in fragments. Its parts were still beautiful but because it was no longer whole, my fine garment was no longer wearable. I carefully folded my beautiful sweater and placed it in the back of a drawer where it seemed destined to be unused and unusable, merely a pleasant memory.

Frequently we look at what we consider our human weaknesses or the “little sins” which plague us and decide they are just part and parcel of the human condition. We allow ourselves to be lulled into believing that a consistently negative attitude, lack of discipline in any area of life, listless study of the Bible, or nonchalant attitude toward physical suffering in the world around us are merely actions and attitudes “common to man.” We measure ourselves against what is considered the norm and become complacent with far less than God’s intended holy purposes for our lives.

We have become like the beautiful sweater tucked into a corner of the drawer, remembering past days when we were seen as reflections of God’s glory, when we glowed with the joy of submission to His will, but we now lie unused and unusable, with merely pleasant memories of our past abundant life.

But the story of my sweater didn’t end in the drawer. One day a new friend, an accomplished knitter, showed me some of her beautiful work and I told her the story of my sweater. “Oh, I could fix that so it would be like new,” she said with confidence. I doubted her word and skill at first, but finally placed my sweater into her hands. Imagine my surprise and delight when only a week later she handed me a re-created sweater with not a trace of its former fragmented condition. It had been restored to its former glory and subsequently was worn on many occasions. When I frequently received compliments on my black and white designer sweater, I smiled and said “thank you,” but another kind of smile was in my heart. Only I knew that this sweater had once been put aside as unwearable but had been made new.

What a thrill it must give God when we allow Him to re-create us on a daily basis so that others look at us and see the beauty of Jesus. We know we have been fragmented and maybe even thrust into the dark corners of drawers for periods of time, but God is always willing, ready and able to re-knit us into beautiful reflections of His glory.

For all Moms (and Dads) " An Event That Forever Changes You"






Good morning my friends, as i sit here in the warmth of my house I am so thankful that I do not have to be working outside today, it is a bitter cold, damp, 19 degrees outside! The sky is gloomy but my heart is full of joy and happiness. In dream last night I dreamed of my daughter and her unborn baby. I awoke this morning feeling as if I know my little "cha" baby, oh, the sweet gentle love of a baby.

In prayer this morning I bowed my head and prayed for all of the mom's and dad's in the world, we do hold a common bond, one that leaves us feeling totally weak and vulnerable when our children hurt, one that leave us violently angry when someone hurts our babies. I asked God to allow us to feel his pleasure in the job that we have done in rearing our kids, I asked him to continue to bless us with days of doubt, with days of wonder and with days of receiving those hugs that melt our heart, those kisses that take away all the pain we have ever felt. I asked Him to continue to let us hurt when our babies have pain or sickness, to beam with happiness when our children are happy, to continue to keep us aware of changes in our children and to never allow us to forget the great sacrifice made so that we can be families forever if we live with Christ in our heart and always reach out to him. As our children grow and become adult, the love only increases, as we see them step into the role of parents, as we become witness to them feeling just as we did when they were little. God continue to bless us with the love of our children. I asked God this morning to provide for you warmth against the cold, for compassion toward the angry, for understanding for the irritants and for peace, calm and comfort in all that you do today! In the name of Jesus our savior, our brother and our friend. Amen.

I came across this story today and although I agree with everything written, I also must say that it is not just for MOMS, it is for all parents, dads feel the same as moms do about their children and sometimes I think dads do not receive the "kudos" they deserve. 


For all Moms (and Dads too)

We are sitting at lunch when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family."

"We're taking a survey," she says, half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"

"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations...."

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.

That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.

I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood.

She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years -- not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.

I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts.

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reach across the table, squeeze my daughter's hand and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. This blessed gift from God . . . that of being a Mother.

I Humbly Ask YOU to Come and Join us in a Special Prayer!




Good morning and happy Thursday, I pray your morning has been a calm one, no drama, no stress, only happiness and peace. This is a cold morning 21 degrees with a real feel of 15. The skies are clear and God's wonderful work is at hand, oh the beauty of the sun coming over the mountain top, the smell of clean fresh air and the gift of prayer in my heart.

In prayer this morning I asked God to bless each of us with his love and with compassion, to be a shield of protection against all things negative and over wash us with blessings of holding fast to our faith and reaching our hand out to him to ensure we are on the right track. Father I continue to ask that you bless us with peace, calm, and comfort. 
 John 14:1-3
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.

This morning I have a very special prayer and ask you all to pray fervently with me. There is one near and dear in my heart who is hurting so badly today, she is filled with grief and such deep sadness. I ask that you pray with me for peace in her heart, for understanding that God's will be done with no understanding at this time, no why's until we get to our place in heaven and read our book. Pray with me for God to calm her spirit and to comfort her soul, ask God to bless she and her husband with His love, fill them with a peace that defies all understanding, pull both of them into your arms Father and allow them to feel the love that you have for them, help them to know the truths of your promises. I ask these favors and mercies in the name of our savior, our brother, our friend, Jesus Christ. amen. 

May the following piece provide this mother and father with freedom from pain and heartache.

 Why, my Lord—dare I ask why? It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of its parents’ face—it will not see the beauty of Your creation or the flame of a sunrise. Why, my Lord?

 “Why, My child—do you ask ‘why’? Well, I will tell you why.

 You see, the child lives. Instead of the wind he hears the sound of angels singing before My throne. Instead of the beauty that passes he sees everlasting Beauty—he sees My face. He was created and lived a short time so the image of his parents imprinted on his face may stand before Me as their personal intercessor. He knows secrets of heaven unknown to men on earth. He laughs with a special joy that only the innocent possess. My ways are not the ways of man. I create for My Kingdom and each creature fills a place in that Kingdom that could not be filled by another. He was created for My joy and his parents’ merits. He has never seen pain or sin. He has never felt hunger or pain. I breathed a soul into a seed, made it grow and called it forth.”

 I am humbled before you, my Lord, for questioning Your wisdom, goodness, and love. I speak as a fool—forgive me. I acknowledge Your sovereign rights over life and death. I thank You for the life that began for so short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity.                                                                                              --  Mother M. Angelica



Biggest loser...did I or did I not? ALSO....What would you do if THIS happend to YOU?




Good evening! I pray this day has been a wonderful one for you and that you are now settled in and getting some rest and relaxation at home. Today has been off and imbalanced for me, I sat with a friend at the ER over night and did not get much sleep today! I will catch up tonight I bet:) It is once again BIGGEST LOSER night and I am so pleased to say I am back on track and have lost 5 pounds this week! I will not give up or give in...Rome was not built in a week nor me being over weight, it has been a lifelong issue and one that I will overcome...
In prayer this evening I sat in silence and asked God for special prayer for each of your needs, asking God to bless you with a solution to your problems, asking Him to bless your children with his truths and the knowledge that they can achieve all of their life's goals with faith and honor to him. I asked God to bless you with calm in your chaos, with peace in your heart and with comfort in your bodies! I come to you asking for favor for a very sweet lady who is down with pneumonia, and in the hospital, she is the only care give to three children and wants desperately to be home with them, Father God lay your hand upon her chest and clear her lungs. allow her to use your strength as her own so that she can get back on her feet and return home to her children. I come to you asking for your love and mercy upon a little baby who is struggling with life, father hold him in your hands and breath health into his little tiny body, his family has waited anxiously to hold and love him Father. Allow them a healthy little boy to raise with knowledge of you and your love in his life. I ask you to bless my friend who was in the ER last night, touch her stomach and heal her Father as she is in so much pain. Take the bad from her body and allow her 100% health. I also come to you asking to lay calm in the body of a friends son who is having issues with classmates at school, touch him with your love father and lay hands upon those who feel the need to torment him, give them lesson in the golden rule of doing unto others as they would have done to themselves. Father we love you and we know that your will be done in all things, we do not pretend to understand all that happens in our lives but we do believe in and have faith in YOU and know that all things have a reason and are part of your plan for us. In the name of Christ our brother and friend we ask these mercies. Amen. 

This story really got me thinking, I put myself in the ladys place and wondered if there is any way I would have done what she did in her position. I would like to think that I would have...but....I am not sure. I will be more mindful in the future for I am sure when He does call upon me, I want to be worthy in every situation! 


The Christmas Letter

Ruth went to her mail box on Christmas Eve, and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter:
Dear Ruth:

I’m going to be in your neighborhood this Christmas and I’d like to stop by for a visit.

Love Always,
Jesus

Ruth’s hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. “Why would the Lord want to visit me? I’m nobody special. I don’t have anything to offer.” With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.

“Oh my goodness, I really don’t have anything to offer. It’s already Christmas Eve and the stores will be closing. I’ll have to run down out and buy something for dinner right away.” She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents.

“Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least.” She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk…leaving Ruth with grand total of twelve cents to last her until next week. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings of a Christmas dinner tucked under her arm.

“Hey lady, can you help us, lady?” Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn’t even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.

“Look lady, I ain’t got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living here on the street, and, well, now it’s getting cold and we’re getting kinda hungry and, well, it’s Christmas Eve, if you could help us, lady, we’d really appreciate it.”

Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and, frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to.

“Sir, I’d like to help you, but I’m a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I’m having an important guest for Christmas and I was planning on serving that to Him.”

“Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway”. The man put his arm around the woman’s shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley as a gentle snow began to fall. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.

“Sir, wait!” The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. Look, why don’t you take this food. I’ll figure out something else to serve my guest.” She handed the man her grocery bag.

“Thank you lady. Thank you very much!” “Yes, thank you!”

Ruth could see now that the woman was shivering.

“You know, I’ve got another coat at home. Here, why don’t you take this one.” Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman’s shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street …. without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.

“Thank you lady! Thank you very much! …. and Merry Christmas!”

Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn’t have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox.

“That’s odd. The mailman doesn’t usually deliver on Christmas Eve.”

She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.

Dear Ruth:

It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely Christmas dinner. And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.

Love Always,
Jesus

The air was still cold, and the snow was falling even harder, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.

- Author Unknown

THE GREAT EARTHWORM RACE..are you tired or going in circles?

   



      Good morning to each of you. Finally I slept, really, really, slept..maybe I will be back on track soon. I pray that this day has started on the right foot and that it will only get better and better as it progresses. I would like to shout out to my High School team who is but one step away from the state payoff game...Tonight they vie for that rite to play at Cowboy Stadium in Dallas Texas next week! I AM HOOPIN' AND HOLLERIN'here in Utah...GO NECKS...Lord be with each student, friend and family member as they make the journey to play tonight, be a shield of protection for our boy as they are on the field. I have seen that the other team is accustomed to hitting hard and playing dirty. Let the Roughnecks know that they do not have to join ranks with the other team to be winners. Bless each of them with grace and dignity and may the best team win based upon skill and not underhanded play!
     In prayer this morning I asked God to bless each of us with mercy and grace, to wrap the weary in his arms and allow rest, to hold fast the ones who are stumbling and not let them fall, to give strength to the weak so that they can continue forward and to see out needs and show us a way for them to be met. I asked special specific prayer for the family whose loved one has had a stroke, that he might show signs of improvement each day and that the family hold strong as a unit and realize that you will never put more on them than they can handle father. They are a strong family and have always given help to so many in their community, allow them father to let others help them now! Father we had so many special prayers yesterday and I ask you to continue blessings for each one that has come and humbled themselves. Asking prayers for the Frazer family as they suffer the heartbreak of losing a loved one, bless each of them father with support, with love, and with understanding. I ask you Father to continue to love each of us, to hold each of us in your ams and to be the lighthouse each of us needs when we are lost in the darkness. In the name of Jesus Christ I ask mercy and favor this day. Amen.

As I always do, I came across a wonderful story to share today! I hope you enjoy it and that it touches a heart that is in need today!


THE GREAT EARTHWORM RACE

There's nothing more pathetic than a lost earthworm. Trust me. I know. My daughter Annie and I were walking down the long dirt road from our house to the street to pick up the paper Saturday morning when we spotted it.
The unlucky earthworm had crawled from the lush green grass at the edge onto the sandy surface of the road. You could trace his progress in the sand. He seemed headed across the road when he swerved. Maybe it was the slight rise and fall of the surface that threw him off, I don't know. But all at once he began to crawl in irregular circles. When we found him, the poor thing was thin and dry, covered with tiny grains of sand, in utter despair. Round and round he wriggled as the sun rose higher hastening the hour when his arch enemy--car tires--would find him naked and exposed. Swish, grind, and that would be all.

"Let's rescue him," I said to Annie. She gently lifted his grainy form from the road and deposited it gingerly in the safety of the tall grass at the side. What a way to begin a day. It makes you feel good deep inside to rescue a worm.

But there were others. Scores of others. Worm after hapless worm had made his way from the safety of the grass to the trackless desert of the road. Occasionally we'd find a fat, juicy worm just beginning his brave journey, blissfully unaware of the dangers ahead. Little did he know....

But we were there for them. I would look for the tell-tale circling track in the sand. "There's another," I would shout, and Annie would rush to the rescue site to lift yet another victim to safety. What would explain this great worm exodus? As we worked together as a finely-tuned mercy team, a theory began to unfold. There must have been some worm of a disk jockey on a late night station who had offered a prize for the worm who made it to the other side. That must be it!

But who would receive the prize? We began to look for that one worm winner who possessed that stamina, courage, and unerring sense of direction required for this daring expedition. Did this one make it, I would wonder as I traced his trail in the sand. No, here he starts to curve around. Invariably, one after another, the worms would lapse into circles, aimlessly crawling, going nowhere--rapidly at first, then slower and slower as their precious resources drained away.

We were almost back to the house when we found him, the worm who had bet against the odds and won. We traced his trail from one side of the road to the other. But no, he was within inches of the grass on the far side when he veered and began heading the wrong direction, back to where he came from, the "Wrong Way Carrigan" of the worm world.

I tell you no lie. It actually happened, though I can't vouch for the disk jockey part. But enough of grainy, bedraggled worms.

As Annie and I joked and rescued our way back to the house I thought of people I know. Where are we on our journey? Where are we going, anyway? Do we have a life goal, a destination, or are we just wandering?

A verse came to mind as I acted as chief worm-spotter: "I will instruct you and teach you the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you" (Psalm 32:8). If only those worms had air support--someone with perspective to radio down their position--they could make it.

And I thought of how desperately we need a Guide to show us the way across, a Rescuer who will pick us up, hopeless and lost though we may be, and gently deposit us on the other side. "Rescuer," you know means about the same as "Savior." Jesus is that Rescuer. He knows the way.

Are you tired of going round in circles, fighting fatigue and the fear of being squashed flat? Lift your weary head one more time and utter a faint worm-prayer. And then watch for your Rescuer. Look up! Look up!

     

Don't forget to "fill up"

   

 Good morning and happy Sunday:) Spiritual "Tank filling day" Fill it to the top so that you don't run out during the week! I pray your morning has been over filled with happiness, that the spirit is strong within you. I pray today you will have opportunity to have some special one on one time with our Father in heaven. It is a beautiful cold morning here in Utah 29 degrees with a bit of a breeze causing it to feel 25. The skies are clear, the blue is amazing and the sun is shining as bright as a child's eyes on Christmas morning!
     In prayer this morning I braved the cold, wrapped in my favorite "Betty Blankie." I sat there with the sun washing over my face in the total quiet of the morning. It was amazing and I found that even though it was cold, the "son" kept me warm the entire chat. I prayed my normal, usual morning prayers asking God to bless each of you with your needs today, to fill you with peace, calm, comfort, and love. I prayed special blessings for a young lady who is dealing with taking her grandmother off of life support, the grandmother having raised her, who has been her life force. I asked God to bless this young woman with understanding and strength to help her make the decision, to hold her and comfort her in this most sad and confusing of times. I asked God to bless a little baby who was born with intestinal problems who is so tiny and weak and in need of surgery. To hold that little angel in his arms and allow his strength to be what is needed to help this baby through. I prayed for both families as they sit and wait, filled with fear and feeling lost, that God will be right there with them, holding them tightly to his chest and comforting their every emotion with his mercy and grace. Father God I love you so very much, I am so thankful for the blessings both good and bad in my life, I ask for mercy and favor for each of us and that you always hold us and bless us with your love, your mercy and your grace. In the name of our beloved brother, Jesus Christ. Amen.

     I came across the following story and was touched deep in my heart! Have we forgotten the true reason for the season, the gift of compassion and love? I think if we really use our hearts this year and see the need of others we can begin to repair damages done by "life" and get back to the true meaning! I hope you enjoy and feel the spirit as you read!
   

A Christmas Story

It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.
It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas---oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it-overspending...the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma---the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.

Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way.

Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church, mostly black.

These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes.

As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears.

It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat

Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them."

Mike loved kids-all kids-and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came.

That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church.

On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me.

His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years.

For each Christmas, I followed the tradition---one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.

The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal it's contents.

As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there.

You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad.

The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us.

May we all remember each other, and the Real reason for the season, and His true spirit this year and always. God bless---pass this along to your friends and loved ones.

--- Copyright © 1982 Nancy W. Gavin
--- Submitted by Edwin G. Whiting

The story first appeared in Woman's Day magazine in 1982. My mom had sent the story in as a contest entry in which she subsequently won first place. Unfortunately, she passed away from cancer two years after the story was published. Our family still keeps the tradition started by her and my father and we have passed it on to our children. Feel free to use the story. It gives me and my sisters great joy to know that it lives on and has hopefully inspired others to reach out in a way that truly honors the spirit of Christmas. --- 
Kevin Gavin