GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED
His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.
Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.
Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an 'educated' person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.
It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.
It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap. I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care.
Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
Kevin won't be surprised at all!
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COWBOY POEM
Jake, the rancher, went one day,
To fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty,
And the clouds rolled gray and dense.
As he pounded the last staples in,
And gathered tools to go,
The temperature had fallen,
The wind and snow began to blow.
When he finally reached his pickup,
He felt a heavy heart.
From the sound of that ignition
He knew it wouldn't start.
So Jake did what most of us
Would do if we had been there.
He humbly bowed his balding head
And sent aloft a prayer.
As he turned the key for the last time,
He softly cursed his luck;
They found him three days later,
Frozen stiff in that old truck.
Now, Jake had been around in life,
And done his share of roaming;
But, when he saw Heaven, he was shocked ~
It looked just like Wyoming!
Of all the saints in Heaven,
His favorite was St. Peter.
So, they sat and talked a minute or two,
Or, maybe it was three.
Nobody was keeping score ~
In Heaven, time is free.
"I've always heard," Jake said to Pete
"That God will answer prayer;
But, one time I asked for help,
Well, he just plain wasn't there."
"Does God answer prayers of some,
And ignore the prayers of others?
That don't seem exactly square ~
I know all men are brothers."
"Or, does he randomly reply,
Without good rhyme or reason?
Maybe, it's the time of day,
The weather or the season."
"Now I ain't trying to act smart,
It's just the way I feel.
And I was wondering, could you tell me --
What the heck's the deal?!"
Peter listened very patiently,
And, when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition,
And, he said, "So, you're the one!"
"That day your truck, it wouldn't start,
And, you sent your prayer a flying,
You gave us all a real bad time,
With hundreds of us trying."
"A thousand angels rushed,
To check the status of your file.
But, you know, Jake, we hadn't heard
From you in quite a long while."
"And, though all prayers are answered,
And, God ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice,
And, started a truck in Minnesota!"
BETTER KEEP IN TOUCH!
The Buzzard The Bat The Bumblebee
THE BUZZARD:
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and
is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its
ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is
that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a
run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit,
it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner
for life in a small jail with no top.
THE BAT:
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
THE BUMBLEBEE:
A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom.. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
PEOPLE:
In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up! That's the answer, the escape route and the solution to any problem! Just look up.
Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, But faith looks up!
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WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING
A message every adult should read because children
Are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my
First painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
Wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a
Stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind
To animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my
Favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little
Things can be the special things in life.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a
Prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always
Talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a
Meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
Learned that we all have to help take care of each
Other.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of
Your time and money to help people who had nothing,
And I learned that those who have something should
Give to those who don't.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care
Of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have
To take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you
Handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't
Feel good, and I learned that I would have to be
Responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come
From your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things
Hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you
Cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of
life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and
Productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and
Wanted to say,'Thanks for all the things I saw when
You thought I wasn't looking.'
Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher, friend)
Influences the life of a child.
How will you touch the life of someone today? Just by
Sending this to someone else, you will probably make
Them at least think about their influence on others.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.
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Legend of the Cherokee Indian
A young Indian is ready for the rite of passage in his tribe. His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night, he is a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own. The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some human might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and Earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man!
Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm. We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it, God is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is
reach out to Him. Moral of the story:
Just because you can't see God, doesn't mean He is not there 'For we walk by faith, not by sight.'
God Bless
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Drinking From My Saucer
I've never made a fortune,
It's probably too late now.
Oh, but I don't worry about that much,
'Cause I'm happy anyhow.
As I go along life's journey,
I'm reaping better than I sowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
Ain't got a lot of riches,
Sometimes the going's rough.
But I've got a friend in Jesus,
And that makes me rich enough.
I thank God for all His Blessings on me,
And the mercy that He's bestowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
Oh sure, I've been thru some storms,
And yes, I'm sure there were times when my,
Well, my Faith must have got a little thin,
But you know what it seemed like?
One day all at once, those dark clouds broke,
And that old sun, she started shinin' again.
So Lord, help me not to grumble and complain,
About the tough rows I have hoed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
And if I should go on living,
If the way gets steep and rough.
I won't ask for other Blessings,
'Cause I'm already Blessed enough.
May I never be too busy,
To help another bear his load.
And I'll keep drinking from my saucer, Lord,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
Yes, I'll keep drinkin' from my saucer, Lord,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
My Cup Has Overflowed.
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