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Russell had an entry-level job that didn't pay much, we had college loans, and had made some stupid choices with credit cards, so we had lots of debt to deal with. Our son was born that summer, and I had to stop working and stay at home with him, which only compounded the financial squeeze. We were living in an apartment in Evanston, Illinois, a moderately affluent suburb north of Chicago. We got involved socially with a large group of couples of various ages, some from our church and some connected with my husband's job at Northwestern University. They all had children, we shared many common values, and they gave us helpful hints about raising our son. This active group of people went many places and did many things together. We enjoyed being with them. Even though we often couldn't afford to go with the group, they always made us feel welcome when we came. Toward the end of that first summer they planned a picnic, and invited us. I asked what I could contribute. "Oh, bring some potato chips," my friend said. I figured there wouldn't be much food -- just hot dogs, chips, and lemonade -- and was relieved that I didn't have to spend more than a few dollars on the event. I bought two large bags of the least expensive brand of potato chips I could find. However, when we got to the state park, I found a veritable feast laid out. Heaps of chicken and watermelon, big bowls filled with homemade salads of all kinds. Even homemade ice cream and cake. There we were with our two bags of potato chips. I felt mortified and thought about leaving. I told a close friend that I was terribly embarrassed to have brought so little. "Oh nonsense," she said. "In a few years it'll be your turn to bring the chicken." Today Russell and I are starting to think about retirement and our son is grown. The century has turned and it's the year 2000. Yet I still remember that picnic and how our friends made us feel included and valued for who we were -- not what we had. Their generosity stuck with me all these years, and it's shaped both my feelings about others and my behavior in helping them. We couldn't possibly pay back all the people who brought chicken for us when we were unable to afford it. We're scattered all across the country, and we've lost touch with them. But that's not the point. The chicken we enjoyed 32 years ago is a debt my husband and I owe -- and will always owe -- to the future. It's not an obligation to be paid back but rather a promise to pay forward. We still have lots of younger friends who have trouble making ends meet. Nowadays, we bring the chicken. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: ################ #+++++++++OOO### #+++++++++OOO### #+++++++++OOO### #+++++++++OOO### ################ #+++++++++OO## #+++++++++OO## #+++++++++OO## #+++++++++OO## #+++++++++OO## #+++++++++OO## m1a >The Seed A successful Christian business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business. Instead of choosing one of his directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together. He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you. "The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued."I am going to give each one of you a SEED today – one very special SEED. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO" One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted th e seed. Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure. Six months went by--still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however. He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil - He so wanted the seed to grow. A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection. Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick at his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful—in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him! When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives. Jim just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!" All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the financial director to bring him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!" When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed - Jim told him the story. The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "Behold your next Chief Executive! His name is Jim!" Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new CEO the others said? Then the CEO said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow. All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive!" If you plant honesty, you will reap trust If you plant goodness, you will reap friends If you plant humility, you will reap greatness If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective If you plant hard work, you will reap success If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation If you plant faith in Christ, you will reap a harvest So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later. Two thousand years ago Paul wrote to the church at Galatia the same story but with fewer words, "What you sow, so shall you reap". (Gal. 6:7) We are grass that will wither and die but the incorruptible seed of Gods Word will live forever - sow it daily into the life of your family! (1Peter 1: 23 - 25) If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. -<>- /) .-"".L,""-. ; :. : ( 7: ) : ; ctr "..-"-.." >Are You Jesus? EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU JESUS? As you read this think about what you would do! "Excuse me, Are you Jesus?" A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding. ALL BUT ONE !!! He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned. He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor. He was glad he did. The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight. The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket. When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, "Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?" She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, "I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly." As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister...." He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, "Are you Jesus?" He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: "Are you Jesus?" Do people mistake you for Jesus? That's our Destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace. If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day. You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit. -<>- | \. /|. / `|. / |. / |. / `|. / |. / |. / |. __ / `|. -\ / |. \\ / |. \\ / |. \| / |\ \#####\ / || ==###########> / || \##== \ / || ______ = =|__/___ || ,--' ,----`-,__ ___/' --,-`-==============================##==========> \ ' ##_______ ______ ______,--,____,=##,__ `, __== ___,-,__,--'#' ===' `-' | ##,-/ `-,____,---' \####\ | ____,--\_##,/ #_ |## \ _____,---==,__,---' ## # ]===--==\ || #, ] \ || #_ | \ || ##_ __/' \ || ####=' | \ |/ ### | \ |. ## _' \ |. ###=======] \ |. /// | \ ,|. // | \ |. \ ,|. \ |. \ |. \|. /. | >This is your moment Let go of your criticisms about how things should have been, and you'll see the magnificent possibilities of now. Let go of your worries about what might be, and you'll be able to focus on all you can do right now. Stop putting your energy into making excuses and use that energy to take action. Quit fretting over getting it perfect and put your focus on being effective. You have now arrived at a unique moment that is filled with countless possibilities. You can make something truly valuable out of it. You have the real and powerful ability to imagine, and then to put that imagination into action. You can call together all you've experienced, and everything that is most meaningful to you, and to create from it all your very own gifts to life. There is abundance all around you, and with a little focused, determined effort that abundance is yours to enjoy. Choose to connect with the best within you, to make that effort, and to live with true richness. Get up, get inspired, get moving and get involved in making a positive difference. This is your moment to come fully to life. -- Ralph Marston -<>- _..--""-. .-""--.._ _.-' \ __...----...__ / '-._ .' .:::...,' ',...:::. '. ( .'``'''::; ;::'''``'. ) \ '-) (-' / \ / \ / \ .'.-. .-.'. / \ | \0| |0/ | / | \ | .-==-. | / | \ `/`; ;`\` / '.._ (_ | .-==-. | _) _..' `"`"-`/ `/' '\` \`-"`"` / /`; .==. ;`\ \ .---./_/ \ .==. / \ \ / '. `-.__) | `" | =(`-. '==. ; jgs \ '. `-. / \_:_) `"--.....-' >"Elephants In Church" A circus parade was moving gaily through the streets of Milan, Italy. Suddenly one of the elephants veered from the line and marched into a church. [In Milan, church doors are large, and in the summer are often wide open.] This visitor wandered up the center aisle, trumpeted a bit, swung her trunk around and headed back to the parade. Unfortunately, many humans seem to imitate this pious pachyderm. On a Sunday morning we lurch into church, make a few noises, observe the congregation, then step out to resume our place in the parade. The great drama of worship is played out, but it is lost on us. 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'o' Oo Oo@@ @@ `~~-_ @@ @@ `. @@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@Lee Thompson-Herbert@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@1994@@@@@@@@ @@ @@ @@ TTTTTTTT HH FFFFFFFF OO OO LLL @@ @@ TT HH HH EEEE FF F O O O O LL @@ @@ TT HHH HH EE E E FFF OO OO OO OO LL @@ @@ TT HH HH E FF O O O O LL L @@ @@ TT HH HH EEEE FFFF OO OO LLLLLLLL @@ @@ @@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Lee M.Thompson-Herbert >Risk To laugh is to risk appearing the fool. To weep is to risk appearing sentimental. To reach out for another is to risk involvement. To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self. To place your ideas, your dreams, before a crowd is to risk their loss. To love is to risk not being loved in return. To live is to risk dying. To hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. If you risk nothing and do nothing, you dull your spirit. You may avoid suffering and sorrow, but you cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, and live. Chained by your attitude, you are a slave. You have forfeited your freedom. Only if you risk are you free. Author Unknown -<>- /\ ,'.' ',' _.,._ _,.-+`'+-._ .|. _.+'` `.' \ (___) ,' \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ _.-~`'~-._ _\_.-+'`'`+-._\ ag `,' `---` >Ten Guidelines From God Effective Immediately, please be aware that there are changes YOU need to make in YOUR life. These changes need to be completed in order that I may fulfill My promises to you to grant you peace, joy and happiness in this life. I apologize for any inconvenience, but after all that I am doing, this seems very little to ask of you. Please, follow these 10 guidelines: 1. QUIT WORRYING: Life has dealt you a blow and all you do is sit and worry. Have you forgotten that I am here to take all your burdens and carry them for you? Or do you just enjoy fretting over every little thing that comes your way? 2. PUT IT ON THE LIST: Something needs done or taken care of. Put it on the list. No, not YOUR list. Put it on MY to-do-list. Let ME be the one to take care of the problem. I can't help you until you turn it over to Me. And although My to-do-list is long, I am after all ... God. I can take care of anything you put into My hands. In fact, if the truth were ever really known, I take care of a lot of things for you that you never even realize. Just ask me to. 3. TRUST ME: Once you've given your burdens to Me, quit trying to take them back. Trust in Me. Have the faith that I will take care of all your needs, your problems and your trials. Problems with the kids? Put them on My list. Problem with finances? Put it on My list. Problems with your emotional roller coaster? For My sake, put it on My list. I want to help you. All you have to do is ask. 4. LEAVE IT ALONE: Don't wake up one morning and say, "Well, I'm feeling much stronger now, I think I can handle it from here." Why do you think you are feeling stronger now? It's simple You gave Me your burdens and I'm taking care of them. I also renew your strength and cover you in my peace. Don't you know that if I give you these problems back, you will be right back where you started? Leave them with Me and forget about them. Just let Me do my job. 5. TALK TO ME: I want you to forget a lot of things. Forget what was making you crazy. Forget the worry and the fretting because you know I'm in control. But there's one thing I pray you never forget. Please, don't forget to talk to Me - OFTEN! I love YOU! I want to hear your voice. I want you to include Me in on the things going on in your life. I want to hear you talk about your friends and family. Prayer is simply you having a conversation with Me. I want to be your dearest friend. 6. HAVE FAITH: I see a lot of things from up here that you can't see from where you are. Have faith in Me that I know what I'm doing. Trust Me; you wouldn't want the view from My eyes. I will continue to care for you, watch over you, and meet your needs. You only have to trust Me. Although I have a much bigger task than you, it seems as if you have so much trouble just doing your simple part. How hard can trust be? 7. SHARE: You were taught to share when you were only two years old. When did you forget? That rule still applies. Share with those who are less fortunate than you. Share your joy with those who need encouragement. Share your laughter with those who haven't heard any in such a long time. Share your tears with those who have forgotten how to cry. Share your faith with those who have none. 8. BE PATIENT: I managed to fix it so in just one lifetime you could have so many diverse experiences. You grow from a child to an adult, have children, change jobs many times, learn many trades, travel to so many places, meet thousands of people, and experience so much. How can you be so impatient then when it takes Me a little longer than you expect to handle something on My to-do-list? Trust in My timing, for My timing is perfect. Just because I created the entire universe in only six days, everyone thinks I should always rush, rush, rush. 9. BE KIND: Be kind to others, for I love them just as much as I love you. They may not dress like you, or talk like you, or live the same way you do, but I still love you all. Please try to get along, for My sake. I created each of you different in some way. It would be too boring if you were all identical. Please, know I love each of your differences. 10. LOVE YOURSELF: As much as I love you, how can you not love yourself? You were created by me for one reason only -- to be loved, and to love in return. I am a God of Love. Love Me. Love your neighbors. But also love yourself. It makes My heart ache when I see you so angry with yourself when things go wrong. You are very precious to me. Don't ever forget...... Touch someone with your love. 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One child would say to another when the weather turned cooler and the leaves began to fall. That was the big question heard around Baring, Missouri, our small town, back when I was a child. October 31st was drawing closer and that was when children dressed up in costumes and pretended to be someone else. It was also the only time of year that small children were actually allowed to be out after dark. They were not alone, but were led around by older siblings and friends as they learned how to knock on doors and say, "Trick or Treat." Quite a lot of thought was put into our costumes so that others would not be able to guess who we really were, or so we thought. There was also competition over who could be the scariest or come up with the most original costume. The first time I remember going trick or treating was with my neighbor, Joyce Mayer. I thought that was wonderful because Joyce was a teenager and I wanted to be just like her when I grew up and have pretty clothes and wear make up. Joyce took me by the hand and we started down the road with a brown paper bag and flashlight in hand. We were off for my first trick or treat experience. We went to a house or two and I thought this was the best idea ever to just knock on a door and someone handed you candy. The next stop we made was Father Carew's house. I was excited because Miss Marie would be there since she was his housekeeper and also my first grade teacher. I knocked on the door and nothing happened. We waited and then the door slowly opened and it was dark inside and then this scary white monster came to the door. I was terrified but Joyce took my hand to lead me away when all of a sudden Miss Marie appeared and said, "It's okay, Pamy, it's just a trick." That was my first initiation into the "trick" part of the trick or treat idea. At that age, I didn't understand much about it but I knew Miss Marie was not a threat. I even got another handful of candy in my sack as Miss Marie showed me that the giant scary monster was simply a hall tree covered by a white sheet. She pushed it back into the house and all was well. At some houses where we stopped the people would pretend to be surprised or scared out of their wits when they saw us in costume. After recovering from their horrible fright, they would ask us to reveal who we really were as most of the people at our stops seemed to enjoy the parade of children and costumes as much as we enjoyed dressing up. One year, I dressed as Sacagawea, complete with a papoose strapped to my back. Mrs. Dorothy Lawson had children's books in her classroom and I was intrigued with the story of Sacagawea -- Bird Girl. Unfortunately, my costume was lost on those who weren't history buffs or had studied Lewis & Clark, but Mrs. Lawson understood. I remember at the McManus house we signed a book because they liked to know how many children came and they always gave us lots of treats. As we moved through the neighborhood, we received all kinds of treats such as apples, popcorn balls, cookies, gum, and candy. Children quickly passed the word as to where to go for the best treats. In those days, parents didn't even consider checking their children's sacks for anything harmful because the most harmful thing we ever received was probably a tummy ache from too much of a good thing as we devoured our sack full of treats. It was interesting to drive around Baring the next morning. One year there was a pair of underwear flying from the school flagpole. The worst thing I remember happening was when some outdoor toilets were pushed over. This was not acceptable behavior in our community, especially when one of the outdoor toilets had someone in it. Fortunately, nobody was hurt but somehow our principal, Mr. Kimble, find out who was responsible and made those boys go apologize and then set the toilets back the way they were supposed to be. I don't know how Mr. Kimble knew things like that but he always did. It was difficult to get by with anything in Baring. We had a neighborhood watch long before anyone even thought about putting up signs to that effect. Why warn the culprits ahead of time that they were in trouble? A small town is a good place to spend a childhood and Baring, Missouri, was such a place where there were always more treats than tricks. -- Pamela Perry Blaine ______________________________________________ Pamela lives in Missouri and writes "Pam's Corner" for her local newspaper. Many stories have been published in magazines, newspapers, and books. She is church pianist and has a CD of songs she has written. Her goal is to write to encourage and to preserve family history for her children. Pam's website: http://www.blaines.us /PamyPlace.htm ============================================================= >-->From CupO'Cheer: _ _|_|_ ,|_| |_|_ || | | |_| || | | | | || | | | | _|| | | | | ||)\ ^ ^ ^ | || | | || | | || | | \\ | \\ / ejm )\ ( / \ \ / \ \ \ \ >THANKFUL FOR A PURPOSE by Heidi Lynn Poakeart I was eighteen years old, fresh out of high school with a bright future to look forward to, when I received the devastating news of a cancer diagnosis. This was a big deal for someone my age to endure. However I chose to fight the battle instead of wallowing in self pity. After major surgery and four months of radiation treatments, I overcame my obstacle and emerged a new person -- someone who took nothing for granted and a person who learned to appreciate everything and everyone around me. Years passed and I received my certification in medical assisting, met a wonderful man, moved to New York and got married. Truly, life couldn't have been any better -- however, I still felt something missing and longed to find my purpose. Having donated to St. Jude Children's Hospital in Memphis, TN, for years, I had always felt a connection and empathy toward the children living with cancer who were being treated there. What a truly magnificent place, especially knowing that no patient was ever turned away regardless of ability to pay. The hospital exuded living, and that is what I was all about. As my 20-year anniversary of being a cancer survivor approached, I wanted to do something special and unforgettable. I organized a fund raiser, calling it "A Mission of Love," and thanks to my generous family and friends, raised $4,000 for St. Jude's, planning to deliver it myself. Three quarters of the money would be given as a monetary donation to the hospital, and what was left would go toward purchasing toys for the children. I also had arranged with the hospital a t-shirt painting activity for any child who felt well enough to participate. Thanksgiving Day seemed the most appropriate day of the year for the mission, and so it was all arranged. My husband and I flew to Memphis with 50 t-shirts and a huge bag of fabric paint in tow the day before Thanksgiving. We went to the toy store and filled three shopping carts with all kinds of toys piled high to the sky. It was as though we were small celebrities when the employees and other shoppers became aware of what we were doing. On Thanksgiving Day, as we pulled into the front gates of St. Jude, it was quite literally my dream come true. I became extremely emotional, as my eyes welled with tears of happiness. After dropping the toys off, we went to a lounge area where there were six children waiting anxiously to begin painting. They picked out their shirts and my husband and I helped them get started. To me, it was as though they weren't even sick, and to see them smile was one of the greatest gifts I could have ever received. When the activity was over and we wished the children well, we dropped off the monetary donation to an extremely grateful staff, and then our visit came to an end. Leaving there that day, I knew I had finally found my purpose. Going to St. Jude filled a feeling of emptiness inside of me that had existed for as long as I could remember, and it genuinely changed my life. I was thanked for giving a donation to a charity that saves lives, but being able to give thanks for my experience was priceless. "All of us are born for a reason, but all of us don't discover why. Success in life has nothing to do with what you gain in life or accomplish for yourself. It's what you do for others." -- Danny Thomas -- Heidi Lynn Poakeart Heidi says, "I am 39 years old and a 20-year cancer survivor. I live in Westchester County, NY, with my husband and cat. I am currently writing my autobiography and have several short stories published on a few different sites on the Internet, including Heartwarmers. I love Heartwarmers and always look forward to my weekly story." -<>- ,,,,, ////""\ . (((/ m m -|- __ )))c = ) | (__) ////-./~` . [] (((( `.`\ :: [] )))`\ \)).-;.' .------, [] (() `._.-'` _( )[] )/ `. | .'`^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^))\`.----'`[] jgs ( \' { ~ - ~~ _ ~ - ~~ - ~ - (( | | [] .-.--\ \ { )) | | [] |_;_._`\ |{ ((__|_|-----[] | ; ``` ;{ )) [] | /``-.____/ `~~~[]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'-' [] `' (__) (__) >SWEETER EACH DAY Jesus, wonderful Shepherd and Guide, You've been with me all the way. You've lived in my heart since I was a child, and You are more precious today. You sought me out - a little lost lamb, and gathered me into the fold, and are still leading me on at a gentler pace, now that I am growing old. And I thank You, Dear Lord, for the rivers we crossed, that You never left me alone, that Your beautiful presence grows sweater each day on our way to my heavenly home! Alice Hansche Mortenson as seen in Inspiration Plus To SUBSCRIBE: Send an e-mail with SUBSCRIBE CUP O'CHEER in the subject line to cheer316@sc.rr.com. ======================================================== >-->From LaughAndLift: .-----. / ` | `. / (`..-------. __ / \ .'.-\. | \_ \ '-' `.-).' (.\`` -( `-.- _ - / `-._ `. __` -` ``--- `. / / / \- `. I'll Carry You! .` / |`.; / \ - / / ' -( / / / / \ .- / ' / / ' `' ( _-_ _ ( _/\. -' .''BP `--' \ `. `--. | \ | -. \ \ ( ` '. \/``, ` '----------) | `. .' ('--|`\ \ >REJECTION (By Lysa TerKeurst) [Minor editing] "For the LORD will not reject his people; he will never forsake his inheritance." Psalm 94:14 (NIV) A few months back I got a phone call I'd been hoping for over 15 years to receive. It was the slightest crack in the doorway of a dream. I was hesitantly excited. When you have wanted something for a long time and it comes close to becoming a reality, it's thrilling and terrifying all at the same time. Suddenly, your heart shifts from neutral into this vulnerable place where acceptance co-mingles with rejection. And you are all too aware things could go either way. Following the call, I packaged up my application to send and let my mind prematurely celebrate. Then I waited. And waited. And nothing. Feeling like a foolish girl who'd bought a prom dress before actually being asked to the dance, I sheepishly called to inquire whether or not my application had been received. I was told it had been and if I hadn't heard anything yet, I should assume it was a "no." Ouch. That's when you go sit on your back deck, close your eyes, and decide whether to let the tears slip quietly down your cheeks or blink them back in an act of courageous defiance. Rejection stinks. I mean it really stinks. It stunk when Saxon Palmer didn't ask me to couple skate in the 5th grade. It stunk when my Dad left our family. It stunk when I thought I was getting engaged at the very dinner my college love broke up with me. It stunk when each of my book proposals for years were declined by publishers. And it stunk when I sat on my deck and processed this situation. Sometimes things like this just simply stink and there's no cheery rainbow or pot of gold around the next corner. The music doesn't crescendo as the hero in the story scoops you onto the side of his horse and the two of you ride off into the sunset to live happily ever after. Sometimes it just is what it is. And that's that. But [we] have a beautiful promise tucked in our pocket that lets us smile even when tears puddle in the corner of our eyes. Even when there's no rainbow, pot of gold, or galloping prince, we have the promise of redemption. On the other side of every death there will always be a resurrection of some sort. Maybe not a resurrection of our circumstances. And maybe not a resurrection of things lining up like we thought they should. But there will be a resurrection. Jesus has ensured that. Nothing in this world can permanently strip hope from our lives when we know we do "not follow cleverly invented stories...about the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ" but we follow the reality of the Risen One (2 Peter 1:16, NIV). He is our resurrection. He is our hope. He is that beautiful reminder that rejection from man never means rejection from God. And He is the one who is weaving a story into our life that will one day make sense. "Dear Lord, I know You suffered the sting of rejection in a much more intense way than I ever will. And while this rejection is small in the grand scheme of life, it feels huge in my heart right now. Will You help me process this? Will You help me see past it? Will You let this fragile heart feel the warmth of Your acceptance and love today? In Jesus' Name, Amen." Romans 8:38-39, "For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (NIV) Isaiah 54:10, "'Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,' says the LORD, who has compassion on you." (NIV) -<>- : : : : : : : : : : .' : _.-" : _.-" '. ..__...____...-" : : \_\ : : .--" : `.__/ .-" _ : / / ," ,- .' (_)(`,(_,'L_,_____ ____....__ _.' "' " """"""" """ cgmm >My Feet? (Author Unknown) I was just thinking about the last supper in John 13. Can you imagine what the disciples must have been feeling in that moment. Imagine being Peter. Jesus comes to you to wash your feet. What!?!? Wash my feet??? This is Jesus! You have followed Him for three years. You have soaked three years in the most revolutionary teachings. You have witnessed Him heal blind, crippled, paralyzed, diseased people. You've seen broken people's lives changed. Demons cast out. 5000 men fed with a boy's lunch - two fish and five barley loaves. At the command, "Come," from Jesus...you walked on water...think about that. Come-on Jesus! Wash my feet!??? You were there with Jesus on the mount of transfiguration. You heard the actual voice of God, "This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased." Wash my feet! How crazy does that sound? Jesus assuming the role of a slave...a servant...washing my nasty, sandal wearing, dirt road covered feet. Peter said to Him, "You shall never wash my feet!" Jesus answered him, "If I do not wash you, you have no part with Me." John 13:8. Wow! "No part with Me." That will stop you cold and make you think. We all need Jesus to clean us. Back up to verse 6. Then He came to Simon Peter. And Peter said to Him, "Lord are You washing my feet?" Verse 7, Jesus answered and said to him, "What I am doing you do not understand now, but you will know after this." How many times do we find ourselves in this very place. Things look wrong, out of place...this isn't the way it is supposed to be. It's out of the natural order. "Lord are You washing my feet?".....Are You working in this area of my life? This trial, these circumstances.....are You washing me? If only Jesus would come with a towel and a basin of water and wash me. But to mess with my life. I don't really want this. I just want to do my thing. It's not that big a deal...not really. I'm with You, Lord, but let me alone in this area or that. Not my feet Lord. It won't be a towel, nor a basin of water. What is the Lord using to cleanse you? Take a deep look at the things in your life. Ask Jesus to show you the towel and basin He is using for you. It will be people, circumstances, issues...the things of life. Jesus' goal is not to take these things and use against you; but to release you from what you don't see as binding, into what He knows is for your best. Psalm 138:8 puts it so wonderfully, "The Lord will perfect that which concerns me; Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever; do not forsake the works of Your hands." Sometimes things don't look right, they look crazy. But, trust the Lord. He knows the plans He has for you. "Plans of good and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope." Put your faith and trust in Jesus and follow His leading. Open and closed doors. "What I am doing you do not understand now, but you will know after this." After what? After you stop surrendering to the circumstances and surrender to the Lord of them. John 13:9, Peter said to Him, "Lord not just my feet only, but also my hands and my head!" SUBSCRIBE INFO Want to receive a Christian inspirational item AND great clean humor in an email to you each day of the week? It's easy and FREE! Read all about Laugh & Lift at http://www.laughandlift.com ================================================================= >-->From SermondFodder: >The Confession The judge read the charges, then asked, "Are you the defendant in this case?" "No sir, your honor, sir," replied Bob, "I've got a lawyer to do the defendin'. I'm the guy who done it." -<>- ]=[ .' `. `.-v-.' .-._.._ /_______\ ..--.`-._ `-| .---.| `--.._ `.-v-.' | |.-.|| _..--` `.-o-.' | |'-'|| _..--` `.-o-.' .-..| '---'|..--` .--. -._.` _|..---..|_ .` `-._ |__..---..__| `--.._ `--.._ | _ | |_|| `.-v-.' `.-v-.' `--.._ `. | |_|| _| `--..` __|_..---.._|__ |___...---...___| | _ | _| `.-o-.' | | | _| _ | | |_| | _ | _....--```. `.-v-.' | _ | | ||..--`` ..-..` `.-o-.' _..| _ |_ |_|| ..`` -` | | | | _ | _.-` | |_| | _ |.-` __ __ | _ | | | | || || .--`| _ | |_| | ________||_______|| | | | _| _| /_ _ _ _/ \\_ _ _/ \\ | | | | _ | /_ _ _ _/ \\_ _/ _ \\ |__...---...__| /_ _ _ _/_ _\\ / | | \\ `.::::::::::::::: _..-'__...---...__'-._ /_ _ _ _/| | | |\\ |_| |\\ `-._::::::::::: |_..-' | _ '-._/_______/ |_| |_| \\ _| `.::::::::: | _ _ | _ | _ |_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _| ., `-.:::::: | _ | _ | _ |_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_| ,. `.:::: | _ _| _ | | | -| _ _ | ., `.:: |_. .-._ | _ _| | | | _ _______|_ ., `- -' `-' `'._.`-._.--'`--.._| _ /__ _ _ _ /\ ,. ,. `... ., ., `-._ _ / _ _ _ _/ -\ _ `. ,. ., `-./_ _ _ _ / _ \ ,. _.-`: .' ,. `-. ____/| |_||\ .-'::::: _.' ,. `-. -| _| .':::::::: ., ,. `. |-__ | ., .':::::::::: ,. \|| || .-'::::::::::: ., ,. ,. || || .':::::::::::::: ., __.--.:::::':::::::::::::::: LGB _.-``-._=:..-_.,=`:;.,-=.'-._..---``..:::::::::::::::::::::::::: ``--..` ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: >BRING THEM SAFE TO THE HAVEN OF REST A small sailing vessel was wrecked of the coast of Ireland. The life-saving crew went out and took off all that they saw; but when they were leaving the wreck, they looked back and saw one poor fellow clinging to a spar, whom they had overlooked. Some asked, "Shall we go and get him?" Others said: "No, we cannot do it. We should be dashed onto the rocks by the fury of the waves, and all perish. Better to lose one than all." When they landed, one young man said, "If somebody will go with me, I will go and get the man on the wreck." His mother was there, and she put her arm around his neck, and said: "Don't go. Stay with your mother. Your father was a sailor, and was lost at sea. Your brother William went to sea years ago, and you know we have never heard from him. And now if you go and perish, I shall be alone." But he kissed his mother, and said, "Mother, I am going after the man on the wreck." Then he and the one who volunteered to go with him got into the boat,and went out through the darkness, the fog, and the roar of the breakers. The people on the shore watched and waited long, peering into the fog. By and by they saw a boat coming, trying to make the shore. After a while, it came near enough that the people on shore called. They said, "Did you get the other man?" The young man replied, "Yes, I got him; and tell mother I got my brother William." He went and found his lost brother. That is your work and mine. There are many Brother Williams that are wrecked. May God help us to get them, and bring them safe to the haven of rest. ================================================================= >-->From Our Friend DonnaL :) \\\ ____ ________``` \ =|- [________] \ | =| | _ | | \ __ ejm |__=|- O--(_) `.______.' \ O=======(__) /|\ (/(|(\ >Recipe for Friendship Fold two hands together And express a dash of sorrow Marinate it overnight And work on it tomorrow Chop one grudge in tiny pieces Add several cups of love Dredge with a large sized smile Mix with the ingredients above Dissolve the hate within you By doing a good deed Cut in and help your friend If he should be in need Stir in laughter, love, and kindness From the heart it has to come Toss with genuine forgiveness And give your neighbor some The amount of people served Will depend on you It can serve the whole wide world If you really want it to -<>- The harder you fall, means the higher you can bounce back. ~ Unknown -<>- . : . . : | : . . | | | , \ | | / . ,-'"""`-. . "- / __ __ \ -" |==| I |==| - --- | _`--^--'_ | --- - |'`. ,'`| _- \ "---" / -_ . `-.___,-' . / | | \ .' | | | `. : | : . : . >Pessimists vs. Optimists A pessimist is an optimist with experience. A pessimist is a Man who looks for a pink slip before the money in his pay envelope. A pessimist is someone who feels bad when he feels good, for fear he’ll feel even worse when he feels better. A pessimist is a man who thinks all woman are bad. An optimist is one who hopes they are. An optimist invented the jet; a pessimist, the ejection seat. An optimist laughs to forget; a pessimist cant remember the last time he laughed. The pessimist calls the police to report a disturbance of the peace when opportunity knocks. Answers to the joke: How many pessimists does it take to screw in a light bulb? -None, its just a waste of time since the new one probably wont work either. -None, why bother, the new one will eventually burn out as well. -None, the burned out one is probably stuck and can’t be removed. A typical pessimist joke: How does one make God laugh? Tell him your plans for the future. -<>- ______ .-'' ____ ''-. /.-="" ""=__\_________ |-===wwwwww|\ , , , , , /| \'-=,,____,,\\ ` ' ` ' // '-..______..\'._____.'/ jgs `'-----'` >A Sweet Taste of Heaven By Susan Foshee Denise loved watermelon. As a little girl she couldn’t get enough of it come June. Her father and I always had to keep an eye on her and those sticky black seeds. Denise was known to spit them at her brother and sister when we weren’t looking. “Denise!” I’d scold when I caught her in the act. Denise would giggle and flash her trademark grin. At 16 Denise had lost none of her mischievousness. Not even when she was diagnosed with cancer. She had a kidney removed, then radiation treatment. My heart broke, but through it all Denise put up a brave front. The cancer came back, and exploratory surgery was our next course of action. I dreaded what it might reveal. “I’m not afraid,” Denise kept insisting. “I know God is with me.” As playful and fun-loving as Denise was, she had a deep, serious faith. We went together to the revival at our church just before her surgery. I hoped the visiting minister would have fresh words of reassurance for us. Denise and I sat down and the minister took the podium. He let a moment of silence go by before he began. “I don’t know exactly what heaven will be like,” he said. “But there’s one thing I’m sure has got to be there.” He looked from person to person. “Watermelon!” he said with delight. “Sweet, juicy watermelon, fresh from the patch. When I get to heaven I’m going to have as much watermelon as I want.” Everybody laughed. Denise nudged me with her elbow. “Me too,” she whispered. She gave me that grin. I frowned at the minister. Maybe he could make jokes about heaven, but I couldn’t. Not with us so unsure about the state of Denise’s health. Besides, heaven was a place to rest after a long, full life. Heaven was peaceful and serene. It was no place for a girl who still turned cartwheels out on our front lawn. God, she’s so full of joy. Please don’t take that from her. I had to force myself to sit through the rest of the meeting. When Denise’s father and I took her to the hospital, we didn’t talk about heaven. We stuck to happier subjects. What we would do when Denise was better, the new football team at the high school, and the garden I was planning for the yard. Jack and I settled into her room. “We’ll be here when you wake up,” I told Denise as the orderly wheeled her away. “I know, Mom,” she said, her grin wide even now. After the surgery was over, the doctor met us in his office. Our worst fears had come true. The cancer had spread to Denise’s spinal cord. It was too far advanced to treat. “You may be able to take her home in a few days,” the doctor told us, “but she won’t have much time after that.” 'Mom, do you see the angels?'... I moved as if in a fog to Denise’s hospital room, where she was still sleeping off the anesthesia. I looked at her face, trying to memorize it forever, all the details, down to her pierced ears. That’s what she’d wanted for her sixteenth birthday. We went down to the mall and picked out her first pair of earrings, small pink gems. Could it really have been only seven months ago? God, I don’t know if I can ever begin to accept what’s going to happen. I couldn’t even think it. Slowly, Denise came to, groggy at first. I sat with her into the night. We talked about little things. She dozed on and off. “You’re really going to start a garden, Mom?” she asked. I nodded, swallowing my tears. Denise would never see it bloom. I tried to picture her at peace high above the clouds. But that didn’t seem like my Denise! Denise played jokes, did unexpected things, performed somersaults , spit watermelon seeds. Would she be different in heaven? Would I even recognize her? Denise’s gaze wandered through the room, but she was quiet. “Mom?” she said finally. “Do you see the angels?” I looked around. “What do they look like?” I asked. Denise’s face softened into her sweet, playful grin. “Really pretty.” It was strange to think Denise was seeing God’s glorious angels and grinning like a girl who’d just gotten her brother right smack on the cheek with a watermelon seed. Then I remembered that minister, how he described heaven as a place full of joy and life, full of watermelon. Maybe he was on to something, after all. Denise didn’t mention her angels again. She got weaker and weaker over the next 24 hours. We never got to bring her home. She died in the hospital three days after her surgery. It was springtime, the perfect time to start a garden. I got as far as spreading soil, but my heart wasn’t in the job. One morning, I stood looking at the rich, fresh dirt. I imagined how the bed would look in full bloom. Hostas and ferns, perhaps. Impatiens of all colors. A garden bursting with life. Just like that lively heaven the minister had described. I wanted to believe that place existed. I tried to picture Denise laughing and joking as she’d done on earth. I was about to walk away when I noticed a thick green vine half hidden in the soil. Jack and the kids didn’t know what to make of it. We decided to wait and see what grew. Over the next few days leaves appeared and light yellow flowers bloomed on the vine. I didn’t plant this, I thought to myself when football-shaped melons showed themselves. Not just any melons, but the biggest, brightest watermelons I had ever seen. We cut one open one night after they’d ripened and each had a slice. I reached for seconds, knowing somewhere in heaven Denise was probably joining us—and gaily spitting seeds at the angels. Why shouldn’t heaven be full of joy and laughter? How could it not be, with Denise there? --- ...Lovely ones! Thanks DonnaL! ============================================================= >-->From Our Friend James :) >Quotes: __ /_/\/\ \_\ / /_/ \ \_\/\ \ \_\/ unknown Grace is God's love in action for those who don't deserve it. ~ Robert Schuller There is nothing but God's grace. We walk upon it; we breathe it; we live and die by it. ~ Robert L. Stevenson --- ...Well said! 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