Abraham Lincoln Quote
The probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just.

Author - Abraham Lincoln  (Source: No Source)


Running in the rain
She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in. "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said. "What?" Mom asked. "Let's run through the rain!" She repeated. "No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied. This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let's run through the rain." "We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said. "No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm. "This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?" "Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!" The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. "Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said. Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing. Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


Success
Success is speaking words of praise, In cheering other people's ways. In doing just the best you can, With every task and every plan. It's silence when your speech would hurt, Politeness when your neighbor's curt. It's deafness when the scandal flows, And sympathy with others' woes. It's loyalty when duty calls, It's courage when disaster falls. It's patience when the hours are long, It's found in laughter and in song. It's in the silent time of prayer, In happiness and in despair. In all of life and nothing less, We find the thing we call success.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


The Storm
When the tide comes rolling in, And the mighty oceans roar, It can go on land so far That is all, it goes no more. When the storm clouds gather round us And the great big raindrops fall, Just so much will fall to earth as it heeds the Master's call. When the load becomes so heavy That the body cries in pain, Remember that this too will end Like the ocean and the rain. So adorn thyself with gladness, Remember God is really there, He takes time to feed the sparrow, And He always answers prayer.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


Awesome
No artist on the earth could ever paint Like Jack Frost of window pane fame, Of mountains and valleys and lofty clouds, And pathways through the maze. Have you ever studied the heavens, When the stars were shining bright, Watching the galaxies and all their brilliance, While stars fall through the night? Did you ever watch an eagle, As it soars in outer space, It seems to float to hither and yon, A thing of beauty and of grace ? Just think about the northern lights, As they race across the sky, Why, it's awesome, yes it's awesome, In the night as they race on by, To watch a storm approaching, Seeing clouds fight way up high, Some rolling this way, some rolling that, And suddenly the centers eye? Friend you don't know what you're missing, When you let the world pass by, Take time to often look about, At what God has made and why.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


If Tomorrow Never Comes
If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray The Lord, your soul to keep. If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more. If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day. If I knew it would be the last time I could spare an extra minute or two to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you KNOW I do. If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, I'd be sure it was your best, before it slipped away. For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything right. There will always be another day to say "I love you" And certainly there's another chance to ask "Anything I can do?" But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight. So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day that you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss. and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish. So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear, Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear. Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me," "thank you" or "it's okay." And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.

Author - Norma Burnett  (Source: Source Unknown)


Tear Drops
They say memories are golden, Well, maybe that is true; I never wanted memories, I only wanted you. A million times I needed you, A million times I cried; If love alone could have saved you, You never would have died. In life I loved you dearly, In death I love you still; In my heart you hold a piece No one could ever fill. But now I know you want me To mourn for you no more, To remember the happy times Life still has much in store. Since you'll never be forgotten I pledge to you today; A hallowed place within my heart Is where you'll always stay. If tears could build a stairway And heartache make a lane; I'd walk the path to heaven And bring you back again. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same; But as God calls us one by one, The chain will link again.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


Todays Prayers
Pardon my muddy feet, God of raindrops and wriggle worms. I've been outside, Splashing in puddles like a child, trying to rediscover your creations: Cloak of fog, spider web weavings, Birds of different feathers dining peacefully together. I get too busy to enjoy it. Thank you for this mud -luscious day when I am brought to my knees in awe, The best place to meet you-- as any child knows. I plan to pray barefoot from now on, curling my toes and stretching toward you, becoming like a child, as you encourage, so each day can be a whole-body experience. For it is because of you, That I am.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


Bike Ride with God
When I first met Christ It seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride, But it was a tandem bike, And I noticed that Christ Was in the back helping me pedal. I don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places, But life has not been the same since. When I had control, I knew the way, It was rather boring, but predictable... It was the shortest distance between two points. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, Up mountains, and through rocky places, At breakneck speeds, It was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal"

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


Find Joy In The Ordinary
We played every game we knew. We ran up and down the hall. We played "find me" behind the couch. We bounced the beach ball off each other's heads. We wrestled, played tag, and danced. It was a big evening for Mom, Dad, and little Jenna. We were having so much fun that we ignored the bedtime hour and turned off the T.V. And if the storm hadn't hit, who knows how late we would have played. But then the storm hit. Rain pattered, then tapped, then slapped against the windows. The winds roared in off the Atlantic and gushed through the nearby mountains with such force that all the power went off. The adjacent valley acted as a funnel, hosing wind on the city. We all went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. In the darkness we listened to the divine orchestra. Electricity danced in the sky like a conductor's baton summoning the deep kettledrums of thunder. I sensed it as we were lying on the bed. It blew over me mixed with the sweet fragrance of fresh rain. My wife was lying silently at my side. Jenna was using my stomach for her pillow. She, too, was quiet. Our second child, only a month from birth, rested within the womb of her mother. They must have sensed it, for no one spoke. It entered our presence as if introduced by God himself. And no one dared stir for fear it would leave prematurely. What was it? An eternal instant. An instant in time that had no time. A picture that froze in mid- frame, demanding to be savored. A minute that refused to die after sixty seconds. A moment that was lifted off the time line and amplified into a forever so all the angels could witness its majesty. An eternal instant. A moment that reminds you of the treasures surrounding you. Your home. Your peace of mind. Your health. A moment that tenderly rebukes you for spending so much time on temporal preoccupations such as savings accounts, houses, and punctuality. A moment that can bring a mist to the manliest of eyes and perspective to the darkest life. Eternal instants have dotted history. It was an eternal instant when the Creator smiled and said, "It is good." It was a timeless moment when Abraham pleaded for mercy from the God of mercy, "But if there are just ten faithful." I was a moment without time when Noah pushed open the rain-soaked hatch and breathed in the clean air. And it was a moment in the "fullness of time" when a carpenter, some smelly shepherds, and an exhausted, young mother stood in silent awe at the sight of the infant in the manger. Eternal instants. You've had them. We all have. Sharing a porch swing on a summer evening with your grandchild. Seeing her face in the glow of the candle. Putting your arm into your husband's as you stroll through the golden leaves and breathe the brisk autumn air. Listening to your six-year-old thank God for everything from goldfish to Grandma. Such moments are necessary because they remind us that everything is okay. The King is still on the throne and life is still worth living. Eternal instants remind us that love is still the greatest possession and the future is nothing to fear. The next time an instant in your life begins to be eternal, let it. Put your head back on the pillow and soak it in. Resist the urge to cut it short. Don't interrupt the silence or shatter the solemnity. You are, in a very special way, on holy ground.

Author - Max Lucado - Copyright!  (Source: Source Unknown)





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