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    Smile


    A smile changed my life today
    A simple gesture, in the sweetest way
    I was feeling kind of down
    But a smile wiped away my frown
    I never thought a simple thing
    Could change the whole way that
    I think I saw the joy in that persons face
    It was like God just showed me his grace
    You never know what a small thing can do
    So i'll never frown again, how about you?

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    Quote Originally Posted by beensetfree View Post
    Smile


    A smile changed my life today
    A simple gesture, in the sweetest way
    I was feeling kind of down
    But a smile wiped away my frown
    I never thought a simple thing
    Could change the whole way that
    I think I saw the joy in that persons face
    It was like God just showed me his grace
    You never know what a small thing can do
    So i'll never frown again, how about you?
    That's very true...it takes only 7 facial muscles to make a smile (I was told) and almost all the facial muscles to make a frown...don't over-work you face!

    Psalm23

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    Hi, Good morning brother.

    Quote Originally Posted by Psalm23 View Post
    That's very true...it takes only 7 facial muscles to make a smile (I was told) and almost all the facial muscles to make a frown...don't over-work you face!

    Psalm23

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    Small Peeks


    When we look back at our path through Life, it may seem full of
    twists and turns, but while looking forward, if we take small
    "Peeks" then the path seems pretty straight.

    Very much like a "Path Integral" in Physics, the finer the
    segments into which the path is cut, the straighter the path
    seems, until as the number of segments approaches infinity, the
    path may be assumed to be made up of infinitesimal straight
    line segments!

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Path_integral_formulation

    So then, don't try to look at what lay too far ahead, but rather
    concentrate on a shorter view and the "Twisty Path" will
    straighten out!

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    Strangers


    In 1949, my father had just returned home from the war. On every American highway you could see soldiers in uniform hitchhiking home to their families, as was the custom at that time in America. Sadly, the thrill of his reunion with his family was soon overshadowed. My grandmother became very ill and had to be hospitalized. It was her kidneys, and the doctors told my father that she needed a blood transfusion immediately or she would not live through the night.

    The problem was that Grandmother's blood type was AB-, a very rare type even today, but even harder to get then because there were no blood banks or air flights to ship blood. All the family members were typed, but not one member was a match. So the doctors gave the family no hope; my grandmother was dying.

    My father left the hospital in tears to gather up all the family members, so that everyone would get a chance to tell Grandmother good-bye.

    As my father was driving down the highway, he passed a soldier in uniform hitchhiking home to his family. Deep in grief, my father had no inclination at that moment to do a good deed. Yet it was almost as if something outside himself pulled him to a stop, and he waited as the stranger climbed into the car. My father was too upset to even ask the soldier his name, but the soldier noticed my father's tears right away and inquired about them.

    Through his tears, my father told this total stranger that his mother was lying in a hospital dying because the doctors had been unable to locate her blood type, AB-, and if they did not locate her blood type before nightfall, she would surely die.

    It got very quiet in the car. Then this unidentified soldier extended his hand out to my father, palm up. Resting in the palm of his hand were the dog tags from around his neck. The blood type on the tags was AB-. The soldier told my father to turn the car around and get him to the hospital.

    My grandmother lived until 1996, 47 years later, and to this day no one in our family knows the soldier's name. But my father has often wondered, was he a soldier or an angel in uniform? Sometimes, we never know who God will bring into our lives to carry out a special mission nor do we know whose lives God will have us touch.

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    The Anvil


    Last eve I paused beside a blacksmith's door,
    And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime;
    Then looking in, I saw upon the floor,
    Old hammers worn with beating years of time.

    "How many anvils have you had," said I,
    "To wear and batter all these hammers so?"

    "Just one," said he, and then with twinkling eye,
    "The anvil wears the hammers out, you know."

    And so, I thought, "The Anvil of God's Word --
    For ages skeptic blows have beat upon,
    Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard,
    The Anvil is unharmed, the hammers gone."

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    The Discovery

    Did he not see the tears
    tumbling down the child's cheek?
    Living in fear of him -
    Love and safety was all she seeked.


    There was no one there,
    no one to offer protection.
    She relied only on herself,
    lost in a world of aversion.

    Is it that nobody knew
    or did they just turn a blind eye?
    Some with their heads in the sand,
    others staring at the sky.

    He came and took what he wanted,
    ignoring her body-shaking fear.
    Led by his own blinding desires,
    disregarding the solitary tear.

    Unwilling to be made weak,
    she moved to a state of acceptance.
    Separating her body and soul
    was her one and only chance.

    Enclosed in her thick, protective walls,
    she lived a life of games.
    Hiding behind a thousand masks
    her real self buried in the shame.

    She moved through life unfeeling,
    merely one of the living dead.
    Cut off from her broken heart
    she found recluse in her head.

    She never made herself known,
    never let anyone too close.
    They might see behind her mask -
    the very thing she feared the most.

    The world was a dangerous place -
    men led by the temptations of lust
    dismissing her futile cries of protest,
    there was no one left to trust.

    She became the victim time and again
    thinking there was no other choice.
    She allowed others to take from her,
    unsure of her own voice.

    Sitting alone in the darkness
    all of her hope was lost.
    She needed to end the burning pain
    despite the towering cost.

    Was this a life worth living?
    A life built on a mountain of lies.
    A world that could break her spirit
    by dismissing her mournful cries.

    Surrendering to the crashing waves
    she let herself begin to drown.
    Sinking deeper in her sea of despair,
    there was no help to be found.

    Immersed in the waters of death,
    she started to cry.
    Trembling like a frightened child,
    she whispered, "Dear Lord, don't let me die."

    As she slipped below the surface,
    she felt a hand take her own.
    He pulled her from the grips of death -
    she was no longer alone.

    She looked and saw a single tear
    as it traveled down His face.
    "How could you doubt my presence?"
    He asked with a comforting embrace.

    "I was there with you always,
    waiting for you to call my name.
    Hurting along with you,
    feeling your every strain."

    Could it be she hadn't seen
    this savior by her side?
    The voices had said that no one cared.
    Apparently, the voices lied.

    There was someone left to trust.
    The search had been so long.
    She finally found her place of safety,
    a place where she belonged.

    She had her second chance at life,
    the chance to begin anew.
    The strength she found in the savior
    will forever see her through.

    The mistakes of her past
    have forever been erased.
    The demons that raped her spirit
    have forever been replaced.

    She gave her life to Him
    so that He might lead the way.
    Trusting in His judgment,
    growing stronger everyday.

    Wading in the waters of life,
    learning how to live,
    discovering the joys of friendship
    and the happiness life can give.

    She can finally live her life,
    step out from behind her mask.
    He will be there to shepherd her -
    All she has to do is ask

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    The Gnat

    A few years ago, I worked for a company that sent me out on the
    road to some of their remote sites to do maintenance work.
    These sites were, for the most part, open fields approximately
    100 to 160 acres in size.

    On these sites were huge piles of metallic ores such as manganese,
    beryllium, chromium, ferrochrome, and many others.
    Occasionally, these fields would have to be mowed and the
    buildings would need repairs, so I would go out and do the
    repairs, and if the weeds and grass hadn't gotten too much out
    of control, I would use a tractor with a brush hog type mower
    and cut it back down.

    Sometimes though, I'd have to call contractors to come into the
    fields to mow the waist-high grass and weeds with their heavier
    equipment.

    This one particular site was in an isolated area of central
    Pennsylvania that was prone to heavy rainstorms with an
    extraordinary amount of lightning, possibly attracted to the
    area by all the ore piles. It was surrounded by a 10-foot high
    cyclone fence for security, with gates to allow access to a road
    that went through the center of the property.

    That day was another very hot, mid-August day, and I could see
    Kevin (the contractor) on the far side of the road, traveling
    back and forth across the field, baking in the hot sun.

    Around 1:30 P.M., I noticed some very heavy rain clouds coming
    over the nearby hills and knew that another storm was coming.
    I waited awhile to make sure that we actually were going to get
    rained out before calling Kevin in from the open area, hoping
    to let him get as much mowing done as possible.

    When the sky started to darken and the wind picked up, I hopped
    into my pick-up truck and went out to the field to call him back
    to the building.

    As I stood by the edge of the field waving to Kevin, signaling
    him to get back to the shop building, the first few heavy
    raindrops began falling. Then, as the first burst of lightning
    lit up the sky and the first crash of thunder shook the air,
    Kevin sailed passed me on his tractor like an eighteen wheeler
    on Interstate 80.

    After locking the gate on that side of the road, I got back into
    my pick-up and pulled inside the second gate. The latch was
    broken on this gate and I had to wrap a short length of chain
    around the gatepost and then through the edge of the gate.

    By then the lightning was closer and the rain was just starting
    to get a little heavier. I shoved the thick chain around the
    post and threaded it through the diamond-shaped openings in the
    fence on the gate and held both ends in my one hand.

    Next I took the open lock off the fence, where it had been
    hanging, with my other hand. Just when I was about to put the
    lock on the chain, a gnat flew into my open right eye.

    That stung!

    It stung so much that I instantly dropped the lock and the chain
    and put my hands to my eye, taking one step back at the same time.

    Not a second later, lightning struck that fence somewhere close
    by, and I saw the whole fence in front of me light up and glow
    bright blue.

    That beautiful but lethal shade of light blue from high-voltage
    radiation nearly filled in all those little diamond-shaped
    openings in the fence.

    I stood there awe struck as I realized what had just happened.

    I was standing, wet, in rain, holding onto a chain that was
    threaded through a metal fence that was just about to be struck
    by lightning, when an insignificant insect, an annoying pest, a
    bug, flew into my eye and saved my life.

    I was completely unharmed, not even a tingle.

    Now, I've always believed that we each have a guardian angel,
    but I don't know for sure how they do their work. At night
    when I lie down to go to sleep, I thank those guardian angels
    for the work that they do. Who knows how many times they saved
    my life and I don't even know about it.

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    A Secure Life

    "I didn't have enough security to get through the traffic,"
    he said as he explained why he arrived at the banquet late but
    in time to deliver his keynote speech.

    The crowd rolled in laughter.

    You wouldn't understand the joke unless you lived in Georgia.

    The speaker was Vernon Jones, former CEO of Dekalb county.

    I was also on the program at the banquet with Vernon Jones and
    had a chance to see the vibrant top county official in action.

    Mr. Jones made headlines because of the high security costs of
    five police officers in his security detail. He had reduced his
    security to three officers and thus the humor of his statement.


    Jones had taken tremendous heat in the controversy on whether
    his security costs were excessive. He felt the costs were
    justified. Two weeks before Jones took office, the sheriff-elect
    of the county was murdered in his driveway. The sheriff's
    murder wasn't personal, it was politically motivated.

    Television, radio, and newspapers were loaded with the story of
    Jones' security costs with public opinion running high on both
    sides. Jones had his share of both praise and protest.

    He joked about it and made everyone laugh.

    All of us eventually find ourselves in harsh situations.
    The situation may be because we made an obvious error or in
    Jones' case, simply because someone disagrees with our decision.

    After you have done what you can do about your harsh situation,
    you then have a very important choice.

    YOU decide how you will feel and talk about it.

    You can fret, fuss, cuss, holler, cry, lament, shout, argue,
    complain, lash out and just get plain nasty about it.
    That's your choice.

    You can see a shadow and hide

    or...

    You can joke about it,
    make people laugh,
    see the humor in it,
    smile wide and bright
    and leave others awash in your glow.

    That's what Vernon Jones decided to do.

    I often laugh at tough situations and Puddin (my wife) will ask,
    "Why are you laughing?"

    "I can either laugh or lament, I have a choice. If I laugh,
    I feel better and everyone around me feels better. If I lament
    that sure won't make the situation any better but it will make
    me worse, it can even make you sick," I explained.

    If Jones can be publicly blasted across the whole state and
    still laugh about it...

    Can't you stand the ill word said about you at the water cooler?

    Life is not so much what acts upon us, but how we react to it.

    Laugh or lament.

    The choice is yours.

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    The Mistake Of A Lifetime


    How often we turn from the path that's unscathed.
    How easy to follow the one that's been made.
    Too seldom reflecting with genuine aspiration.
    Neglecting my Savior, my Faith's been forsaken.
    Reassured by the footprints that guide me astray.
    Still depserately pleading for some other way.
    Praying that somone will hear these soft cries.
    Alone and slowly a part of me dies.
    My footprints are forever left in that sand...
    ....from when i betrayed God and followed man.

    I wrote this poem after a time of turbulation in my life consisting of drugs and alcohol. In recovery I rediscovered my God and how wonderful life has been since.

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    The Parable of the Twins


    "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." -
    I Corinthians 15:55-57

    Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived. Weeks passed and the twins developed. As their awareness gew, they laughed for joy: "Isn't it great that we were conceived? Isn't it great to be alive?"

    Together the twins explored their world. When they found their mother's cord that gave them life, they sang for joy! "How great is our mother's love, that she shares her own life with us!"

    As weeks stretched into months, the twins noticed how much each was changing. "What does it mean?" asked one.

    "It means our stay in this world is drawing to an end." said the other.

    "But I don't want to go," said one. "I want to stay here always."

    "We have no choice," said the other. "But maybe there is life after birth."

    "But how can there be?" responded one. "we will shed our life cord and how is life possible without it? Besides, we ahve seen evidence that others were here before us, and none of them has returned to tell us there is life after birth. No, this is the end. Maybe there is no mother at all."

    "But there has to be," protested the other. "How else did we get here? How do we remain alive?"

    "Have you ever seen our mother?" said one. "Maybe she only lives in our minds. Maybe we made her up because the idea made us feel good."

    So, the last days inthe womb were filled with deep questioning and fear. Finally, the moment of birth arrived.

    When the twins had passed from their world, they opened their eyes and cried for joy - for what they saw exceeded their fondest dreams. That is death as experienced by Christians.

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    The Power of Encouragement


    Dante Gabriel Rossetti, the famous 19th-century poet and artist, was once approached by an elderly man. The old fellow had some sketches and drawings that he wanted Rossetti to look at and tell him if they were any good, or if they at least showed potential talent.

    Rossetti looked them over carefully. After the first few, he knew that they were worthless, showing not the least sign of artistic talent. But Rossetti was a kind man, and he told the elderly man as gently as possible that the pictures were without much value and showed little talent. He was sorry, but he could not lie to the man.

    The visitor was disappointed, but seemed to expect Rossetti’s judgment. He then apologized for taking up Rossetti’s time, but would he just look at a few more drawings - these done by a young art student?

    Rossetti looked over the second batch of sketches and immediately became enthusiastic over the talent they revealed. "These," he said, "oh, these are good. This young student has great talent. He should be given every help and encouragement in his career as an artist. He has a great future if he will work hard and stick to it."

    Rossetti could see that the old fellow was deeply moved. "Who is this fine young artist?" he asked. "Your son?"

    "No," said the old man sadly. "It is me - 40 years ago. If only I had heard your praise then! For you see, I got discouraged and gave up - too soon."

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    The Power of Prayer


    (When you receive this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do. There is nothing attached. This is powerful. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue praying for one another.)



    Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading this right now. Lord, show them a new revelation of Your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace & mercy. Where there is self doubting, release a renewed confidence in Your ability to work through them. Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, patience, & strength as they learn submission to Your leading.

    Where there is spiritual stagnation, I ask You to renew them by revealing Your nearness, and by drawing them into greater intimacy with You. Where there is fear, reveal Your love, and release to them Your courage. Where there is a sin blocking them, reveal it, and break its hold over my friend's life.



    Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders, and friends to support, and encourage them. Give each of them discernment to recognize the demonic forces around them, and reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it. I ask You to do these things in Jesus' name.



    Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both. Passing this on to one not considered a friend is something I know Christ would do.

    Special Thanks to Deborah C.

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