She found Someone who Would love her FOREVER!!!!

Good evening and happy Monday evening! I pray your day has been a wonderful day for you, that you have taken some time today for yourself and spent some special time with God today! I so love my special time with Him! I thank him from the bottom of my heart for giving me the gift of you! I am much blessed!

In prayer this evening I asked God to bless each of you with peace of mind, calm in heart and comfort in body and most of all for knowledge that he loves you so very much, that he gave the ultimate gift to you and that no matter what you have done, it is never to late to reach your hand out to him and allow him to take it, to gently pull you onto your feet and set you back on the right path. I lifted prayers for a special prayer warrior friend and her son as they travel through the thicket of trials, father you know the needs in their hearts, please I ask that you will shine upon them and allow them to see the path, allow them to follow your leadership and guidance and find their way! Father touch them with your love and allow them to know that all things are possible through Christ who strengthens us. I also ask that you bless the mother of a dear friend who is now in the hospital, the dr.s have not been able to determine what is the source of her illness, be the great instructor to the dr.s and lead them in the right direction, Father lay your healing hands upon her and bring her back to perfect health. I have a brother in Christ who is going through some intensely rough times and even has no place to lodge, I ask God to provide for him a way that he find shelter and also that he find peace and calm in his heart.  I also ask special blessings upon one of my best friends, my sister in Christ who is struggling with stomach issues, may you touch her father in the affected area and take the problem from her body. Please bless any who are in the darkness tonight trying as they may to find the light, allow the light in someone faithful to be an example of all that is good, allow the light to shine brightly so that the one in darkness might step out and come into the light. I ask all of these favors and mercies in the name of our savior Jesus Christ. Amen. 

Tonight's story is one that I know will touch the heart of many, both female and male alike, one of our biggest hitches in life is hoping to find our soul mate. Sometimes some of us have to kiss a lot of toads before we find out handsome prince! Me being a frog kisser:) I love the ending of this story! 

'A Gift in the Trees'

God shows his love for us in many ways. Something that may not seem extraordinary to one person might appear as a miracle for someone else. On Christmas Eve 1997, that is exactly how I saw things, though not at first. At first I was feeling too sorry for myself to see anything but my own unhappiness.

The holiday season is a popular time for couples to get engaged. I had been in three long-term relationships by the time I was 29, but none of them had ever produced a marriage proposal. I had always considered myself a loyal, caring, unselfish girlfriend, and boyfriends often told me as much after the relationship had ended. I always seemed to be "the one that got away," and I began to feel like I was special only once the relationship was over. After a while, I started to feel like I just wasn't worth a lifetime commitment.

At the age of 29, I decided I needed to take my own happiness into consideration. It took a couple years of dating mistakes, but I finally figured out how to respect my own needs and not just worry about the needs of my partner. That's when, at the age of 31, I met Paul. He was a wonderful person who didn't expect me to take care of him. He just wanted to be with me, and he respected me for who I was. Everything felt right between us, and I figured I had finally found a man I could marry.

During our second Christmas together, I thought Paul might propose. On December 22, we ventured onto the topic of marriage. Paul said that he did see himself marrying me, but the timing was not good "right now." I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. So many of my friends had received proposals and engagement rings, but I had never received either. I was at the point where I figured maybe marriage just wasn't in the cards for me.

On the following day, December 23, school was canceled because of a winter storm. I knew my students would be as excited as I was for the extra day off right before the holiday break. It would also be nice to have a beautiful, white Christmas. The roads were covered in snow, and the trees were buried under a sheer layer of ice. It was much too hazardous to venture out, so I just stayed inside and reflected on my situation.

By the end of that snowy day, I had come to the conclusion that it wasn't the proposal I needed. It was simply that I wanted to feel loved and appreciated enough that someone would want to be with me forever. I prayed to God and asked that someday a man would think I was important enough to give me a diamond, the symbol of the commitment that my heart needed the most.

Christmas Eve finally arrived. Paul came to my house so we could ride together to my sister's holiday party. I was happy to be with him but a little sad knowing he wouldn't be proposing that night.

By this time, almost all the snow and ice had quietly melted away. I realized that we wouldn't have a white Christmas after all. It would, however, make the drive to the party much safer.

The gathering was a happy one. My nieces and nephew were a joy to watch as they opened their gifts. Paul and I had a wonderful time with my family. Eventually, after all the gifts had been opened and all goodbyes repeatedly exchanged, we left.

It was a long, quiet ride home, as Paul fell asleep 25 minutes into the trip. The roads were dry and the trees were barren. Yet the stars shone brightly against the black, cloudless sky, adding a touch of beauty to the night.

As I neared my home, a small group of trees caught my attention. They stood out from the rest of the dull, dry landscape. Of all the tress I had passed on my way home, these were the only ones that had any sign of the recent winter storm upon their branches. As I drove, I wondered how this could be. The temperature was much too warm. Yet somehow the branches were covered in an incredible layer of ice. I had seen ice-covered trees many times before, but something about these was extraordinary. This was a dazzling light like I had never seen before.

As I gazed at the beautiful trees, warmth spread through my heart. This was a truly magical moment. No longer was I seeing these winter-decorated branches with the eyes on my face; I now looked upon them with the eyes in my heart and soul. That night -- Christmas Eve 1997--the air was clean and crisp, the sky was entirely filled with stars, and the trees...the trees sparkled with diamonds. Thousands and thousands of diamonds.

In my heart I knew this was God's way of answering my prayers. I had needed him to show me that there was a man who thought I was worth a commitment, the commitment that is symbolized by a diamond ring. That Christmas Eve, God covered the trees in diamonds for my eyes and heart to behold. It was his way of showing me that he thought I was special and worthwhile enough for an eternal commitment.

As Paul slept quietly in the seat next to me, completely unaware of the miracle that had taken place, joyous tears of peace and self-worth streamed down my face. I knew that I had found someone who would love me forever, and realizing this was more profound and meaningful than any marriage proposal I could ever receive. -- By Cynthia J. Teixeira

Could a Red Marble Change Your Life?

   

 Good evening and happy Dancing with the stars night and the new show YOU DESERVE IT, although it is just starting here I have already had need for tissues!

     In prayer tonight I come to you with a special prayer request from a very special lady, she has just received word that her frail little aunt is in kidney failure and has opted not to have dialysis due to her frail condition, Father God we come to you on bended knees and ask that you cover this sweet lady with your healing hands and if it be your will that you restore her kidneys and bring her them back to full function, keep her from pain father and comfort her in her fear. She is a wonderful daughter father and if it be your will to bring her home, hold her and allow her the knowledge that you are taking her hand and gently preparing her for transition. We know it is always your will Father, we have faith in you and we respect all that you do for each of us. Above all Father let her feel your peace, your calm and your comfort. I also ask you to join me in prayer for all of those struggling with illness, for those fighting the battle of addiction and depression, financial struggles, problems with children, relationship problems, those suffering loss of faith and those who are lost in the darkness,  and  give promise that you are with each of them, that there is no battle, struggle, stress or strain that you cannot bring them through. God we love you, we ask all of these mercies and blessings in the name of our savior Jesus Christ. Amen.

    Tonights story is a very special one, you never know when you are really touching the heart of another, you never know what your actions today will promote in their lives. I pray it touches you as it has me and makes each of us more conscious of your daily dealings. 

Red Marbles

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

'Hello Barry, how are you today?

'H'lo, Mr Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus 'admirin' them peas. They sure look good.

'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?

'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'

'Good. Anything I can help you with?

'No, Sir. Jus 'admirin' them peas.

'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr Miller

'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'

'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?

'All I got's my prize marble here.

'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller

'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.

'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked

'Not zackley but almost.

'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'.  Mr Miller told the boy

'Sure will. Thanks Mr Miller.

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances.  Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

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Years later Mr Miller died

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.

'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho .

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles

The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.