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Dear God,

First, my car broke down
I was very late for work
But I missed that awful accident
Was that your handiwork?

I found a house I loved
But others got there first
I was angry, then relieved
When I heard the pipes had burst!

Yesterday, I found the perfect dress
But the color was too pale
Today, I found the dress in red
Would you believe, it was on sale!

I know you're watching over me
And I'm feeling truly blessed
For no matter what I pray for
You always know what's best!

I have this circle of E-mail friends,
Who mean the world to me;
Some days I "send" and "send,"
At other times, I let them be.

When I see each name download,
And view the message they've sent;
I know they've thought of me that day,
And "well wishes" were their intent.

I am so blessed to have these friends,
With whom I've grown so close;
So this little poem I dedicate to them,
Because to me they are the "Most"!

So to you, my friends, I would like to say,
Thank you for being a part;
Of all my daily contacts,
This comes right from my heart.

God bless you all is my prayer today,
I'm honored to call you "friend";
I pray the Lord will keep you safe,
Until we write again

"Yeah, sure. What is it?" replied the man.

"Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?"

"That's none of you business! What makes you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.

"I just wanted to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?" pleaded the little boy.

"If you must know, I make $20 an hour."

The little boy looked up at his father and he said, "Daddy, may I borrow $9 please?"

The father was furious. "If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you're being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don't have time for such childish games."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy's questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After an hour or so, the man calmed down. He started to think he might have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $9 and he didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the little boy's room and opened the door. "Are you asleep son?" he asked.

"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.

"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier," said the man, "It's been a long day and I took my aggravations out on you. Here's that $9 you asked for."

The little boy straight up, beaming. "Oh, thank you daddy!" he yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his dad.

"Why did you want more money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.

"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. "Daddy, I have $20 now. Can you play with me for an hour?"

Share this story with someone you like, but even better, share $20 worth of time with someone you love!

~ Author Unknown

 

A dog followed his master to school. His owner was a fourth
grader at a public elementary school. However, when the bell
rang, the dog sidled inside the building and made it all the
way to the child's classroom before a teacher noticed and
shoo'ed him outside, closing the door behind him. The dog
sat down, whimpered and stared at the closed doors.

Then God appeared beside the dog, patted his head, and said,
"Don't feel bad fella'...they won't let ME in either."

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The Handwriting on the Wall

A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.

"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again."

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
"Where is your little brother right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.

She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear--he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.

Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!

She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart.

Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall

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IF TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME

Dearest Prayer Warriors and Christian Friends, Cindylou has been an acting "Prayer Warrior" for months now, but due to a misunderstanding on my part she was not officially welcomed to the Group. I apologize to your Cindylou, and ask your forgiveness. Cindlylou has functioned as a Warrior, devoted missionary for the gospel room, a helping hand to those who ask, and a devoted child of the Lord. At this time I ask your to officially welcome Cindylou to the group, may the Lord bless and guide you Cindylou as you  stand in the gap and hand in hand with your Christian brother's and sisters. May the Lord bless you and all those whom you love. Lovingly yours, In HIS Service,                                                      bunnie                                      My Lord, You have loved us all the days of our lives, fill our hearts with  such love for You, that we may be able to do the things that are pleasing to You. Be with our Sister, Cindylou guide and direct her in all that You would have her do. You are about our paths and about our beds, and You know all of our ways. Guide us and guard us on the road to Your love. May all Your goodness lead us to You. Help us to love and serve You while in this life, that we may know the fullness of Your love and the sweetness of Your service in the world to come......Amen

Michael And Hannah Goldstein

As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner.  But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.

It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him. It was signed, Hannah.

It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified.  Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope. "Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found.  Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you the number."  She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me.
I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line.  "I have a party who will speak with you." I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah.  She gasped, "Oh! &n bsp;We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah.  But that was 30 years ago!"

"Would you know where that family could be located now?"  I asked.
"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some   years ago," the woman said.  "Maybe if you got in touch with them they  might be able to track down the daughter."

She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living. I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself.  Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?

Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us, " Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. "Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television."

I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home.  The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door.  We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah. She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael."

She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mothe r felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."  "Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person.  If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."

I thanked Hannah and said good-bye.  I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?"

I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet." I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side.  When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute!  That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd kn ow it anywhere with that right red lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times."

"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.

"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks." I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up..  On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."

We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man  reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"

"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"

I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it!  It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward."

"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"
"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."
He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was?  Please, please tell me," he begged.
"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her."  I said softly.
The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where she is?  I want to call her tomorrow."  He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never marri ed. I guess I've always  loved her. "

"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "come with me."

We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her. "Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?"
She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael.  Do you remember me?"

She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!"
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces. "See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will be." About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedd ing? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"

It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man. The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple.

A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.  

Get a tissue...

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I  saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself: "It is  going to  take forever here and I still have so many other places   to go..." "Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How   I  wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after   it .." Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there started   to curse the prices,  wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of  about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching  the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who this doll  was  for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: 'Granny, are   you  sure I don't have enough money?' The old lady replied: 'You know   that  you  don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.' Then she asked  him to  stay there for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left  quickly.   The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I started to walk towards him and I asked him who  he wanted   to give this doll to. 'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all,   and  not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus cannot   bring it  to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother   so  that  she  can give it to her when she goes there.' His eyes were   so sad while  saying  this. 'My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy   says that Mummy  will  also  go  to see God very soon, so I thought that   she could take the  doll  with her to give it to my sister. My heart   nearly stopped. The little  boy  looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mummy   not to go  yet. I  asked him to wait until I  came back from the supermarket. Then he   showed me a very nice  photo  of him where he was laughing. He then told me: 'I also want mummy  to  take  this photo with her so that she   will not forget me. I love my mummy  and I  wish she doesn't have to leave   me but daddy says that she has to  go  to be  with my little sister. Then he looked again at the doll with sad  eyes, very  quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy. 'What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?' 'Ok' he said. 'I hope that I have enough.' I added some of my money   to his  without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for  the  doll, and even some left over. The little boy said: 'Thank   you God  for  giving me enough money' Then he looked at me and added: 'I   asked  yesterday  before I went to sleep for God to make sure I have   enough money to  buy this  doll so that mummy can give it to my sister.   He heard me. I also  wanted to  have enough money to buy a white rose   for my mummy, but didn't dare  to  ask  God too much. But He gave me   enough to buy the doll and the white  rose.' 'You know, my mummy loves white roses' A few minutes later, the old lady  came back again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I  remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned  of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one  young  lady and a little   girl. The little girl died right away, and the  mother was left in a   critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull  the plug on the   life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to   get out of the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a   bunch  of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young  woman  was exposed for people to see and make last wish before   burial. She  was  there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose   in her hand  with  the  photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left  the  place crying, feeling that my life had been   changed forever. The  love  that  this little boy had for his mother   and his sister is still, to this  day,  hard to imagine. And in a fraction   of a second, a drunk man had  taken  all  this away from him.

Find comfort in knowing you are loved Greatly

"F R O G" we all need one

I was told a story about a lady in the hospital who was near death when an area Chaplain came to visit her. This Chaplain was a very young female with long blond hair. She listened to the lady who was ill and left her a small gift for comfort. It was a tiny ceramic frog.

The next day one of the people from the lady's church came to visit. The lady told her friend about the beautiful young Chaplain who had come to visit her. The friend was so impressed with the way the lady had improved and felt the need to talk to the young Chaplain. In her search to find the young gal, she was repeatedly reassured that the chaplains are never very young and that there was never a gal that fit the description given.

Upon returning to the lady in the hospital, a visiting nurse entered the room and noticed the ceramic frog. The nurse made the
comment "I see you have a guardian angel with you." As she held the little frog. We asked why she made the comment and we were informed that the frog stood for:



(F) Fully (R) Rely (O) On (G) God

To The World You Might Be One Person; But To One Person You Might Be the World.