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HEALED AND WHOLE
One day I dug a little hole
And put my hurt inside
I thought that I could just forget
I'd put it there to hide.
But that little hurt began to grow
I covered it every day
I couldn't leave it and go on
It seemed the price I had to pay.
My joy was gone, my heart was sad
Pain was all I knew.
My wounded soul enveloped me
Loving seemed too hard to do.
One day, while standing by my hole
I cried to God above
And said, "If You are really there --
They say, You're a God of Love!"
And just like that -- He was right there
And just put His arms around me
He wiped my tears, His hurting child
There was no safer place to be.
I told Him all about my hurt
I opened up my heart
He listened to each and every word
To every sordid part.
I dug down deep and got my hurt
I brushed the dirt away
And placed it in the Master's hand
And healing came that day.
He took the blackness of my soul
And set my spirit FREE!
Something beautiful began to grow
Where the hurt used to be.
And when I look at what has grown
Out of my tears and pain
I remember every day to give my hurts to Him
And never bury them again.
~Carol Parrott~
ANGELHUG
Angels are ever all around us
And with love they do surround us.
When my heart is sore in need
The Angels come, my soul to feed.
They come to me from up above
And sing in whispers of love.
When in my heart I feel a tug
I know that it's an Angel's hug.
WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME
When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,
all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry,
the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things,
we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me, too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand,
that an angel came and called my name,
and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
in heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind,
all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
a tear fell from my eye,
for all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
so much yet to do,
it seemed almost impossible,
that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
the good ones and the bad.
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through Heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me,
from His great golden throne.
He said, "This is eternity,
and all I've promised you.
Today for life on earth is past,
but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
but today will always last,
and since each day's the same day,
there's no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful,
so trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things,
you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven,
and now at last you're free.
So won't you take My hand
and share My life with Me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart,
for every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.
~Author Unknown~
HOW MUCH DOES A PRAYER WEIGH?
There is a story of a grocery store owner who tried to weight one. A tired-looking woman came into the store and asked for enough food to make dinner for her children. The grocer asked her how much she could spend. The frail woman answered, "I have nothing to offer but a little prayer." The storekeeper was not very sentimental or religious, so he said, half-mockingly, "Write it on paper, and I'll weigh it."
So she did.
The grocer placed the prayer on the weight side of his old-fashioned scales. Then he began piling food on the other side; but to his amazement, the scale would not go down. He finally became flustered and gave the woman a large bag of food. The grocer never saw the woman again, but he treasures the slip of paper upon which the woman's prayer was written;
"Please, Lord, give us this day our daily bread"
Our heart is the voice of the soul. Listen carefully and in its beating
you will hear the fluttering of angel wings.
Wherever there is love,
An angel is flying by.
Angels help you carry the ball,
carry a tune, carry your weight
and carry on.
Your Guardian Angel knows you inside and out and loves you just the way you are.
I'M FREE
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free
I'm following the path God has laid, you see
I took His hand when I heard His call
I turned my back and left it all
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work, to play
Tasks left undone must stay that way
I found peace at the close of day
If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joys
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss...
Oh, yes, these things I too will miss
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow
My life's been full, I savored much
Good friends, Great children, A loved one's touch
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee
God wanted me now, He set me free
~Author Unknown~
YOUR ANGEL
Bare foot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go
by. She never tried to speak, she never said a word. Many people
passed, but never did one person stop.
Just so happens the next day I decided to go back to the park,
curious if the little girl would still be there. Right in the very
spot as she was yesterday she sat perched on high, with the saddest
look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to
the little girl. As we all know a park full of strange people is
not a place for young children to play alone.
As I began walking towards her I could see the back of the little
girl's dress indicated a deformity. I figured that was the reason
the people just passed by and made no effort to help. As I got
closer, the little girl slightly lowered her eyes to avoid my
intent stare. I could see the shape of her back more clearly. It
was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her
know it was ok, I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple Hello. The little
girl acted shocked and stammered a hi after a long stare into my
eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked 'til darkness
fell and the park was completely empty. Everyone was gone and we
at once were alone. I asked the girl why she was so sad. The
little girl looked at me and with a sad face said, "Becaue I'm
different."
I immediately said, "That you are!" and smiled. The little girl
acted even sadder. She said, "I know."
"Little girl, " I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."
She looked at me and smiled. Slowly she stood to her feet, and said, "Really?"
"Yes, ma'am, you're like a little guardian angel sent to watch over
all those people walking by."
She nodded her head yes and smiled, and with that she spread her
wings and said, "I am. I'm YOUR guardian angel," with a twinkle in
her eye. I was speechless, sure I was seeing things.
She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself,
my job here is done."
Immediately I stood to my feet and said,
"Wait, so why did no one
stop to help an angel?"
She looked at me and smiled, "You're the only one who could see me,
and you believe it in your heart." And she was gone. And with
that my life changed dramatically. So, when you think you're
all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.
Mine was... :o)
THE ROOM
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in a room.
There were not any distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small
index card files. They were very much like the ones in libraries that list titles by
author or subject in alphabetical order, but these files stretched from floor to
ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction and had very different headings. As I
drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "People I
Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards, shocked to realize that
I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly
where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a rude catalog system for my life.
Here were written the actions of my every movement, big and small, in detail my memory
couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity coupled with horror stirred within me
as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet
memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder
to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to the one marked "Friends
I Have Betrayed". The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have
Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At". Some were
almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled At My Brother", others I couldn't
laugh at: "Things I Muttered Under My Breath At My Parents". I never ceased to be surprised
by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I
hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible
that I had time in my twenty years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards?
But each card confirmed this truth: each was written in my own handwriting. Each was signed
with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To" I realized the files grew to
contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly and yet after two or three yards,
I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of the
music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thougts" I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled
the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at
its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost rage broke out in me. One thought dominated my mind! No one must ever see these
cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them! In an insane frenzy I yanked
the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I
took one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.
I became desperate and pulled out a card only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to
tear it. Defeated and utterly hopeless, I returned it to its slot. Leaning my forehead
against the wall, I let out a long self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore
"People I Have Shared The Gospel With".
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle
and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards
it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the
hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out
of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-
filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please, not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone
but Jesus. I watched helplessly as he began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't
bear to see his response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at his face, I saw
a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have
to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes.
But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and
began to cry again. He walked over and put his arms around me. He could have said so many things,
but He didn't say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of
files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and one by one, began to sign His name
over mine on each card. "No"! I shouted while rushing towards Him. All I could find to say was
"No, No" as I pulled the cards from Him. But there it was, written in red, so rich, so dark, so
alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the cards
back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how
He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back
to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished". I stood up, and He led
me out of the room. There was no lock on the door. There are still cards to be written.....
~Author Unknown~
BELOVED ONE
I just had to sit down and write to remind you of something very important to me.
I LOVE YOU
I saw you talking with your friends yesterday, and I so wanted to talk to you also. I waited all day, but you never called. I hoped we could find the time to talk in the evening, but I know you had a lot of other things on your mind. As your day drew to a close, I sent a cool breeze to make you feel refreshed after a long day. I put a special scent in the air from the flowers in the driveway, but I guess you didn't notice as you hurried by. I'm sad to see you rush so. I saw you fall asleep last night and I so wanted to touch your face or stroke your hair, so I spilled a little moonlight on your face and pillow. When you awoke this morning, I hoped we could have a little time together. I so wanted to rush down and talk with you, but you had to hurry off to work. My tears were in the rain. I have so many gifts for you, so much to tell you, so many wonderful things for you to experience because I love you so much. My nature is like that, you know. Please call me, talk with me--ask me for help. I know the deepest desires of your heart and I so want to be close to you. My love for you is deeper than the oceans, greater than you can imagine. I long for us to share some time together~just the two of us.
It hurts me to see you look so sad today. I really understand what it's like for friends to let you down. I know your heart aches. I'll close for now because I know you are very busy, and I certainly don't want to bother you. You are free to choose me, my way or not, it's your decision~I've already chosen you. Please don't be too long, and remember:
I LOVE YOU!
Your Friend,
GOD
DEAR GOD
So far today, I've done all right.
I haven't gossiped.
I haven't lost my temper.
I haven't been greedy, grumpy,
nasty, selfish or overindulgent.
I'm very thankful for that.
But in a few minutes, God,
I'm going to get out of bed;
and from then on, I'm probably
going to need a lot more help.
When life seems troubled, tired and blue
When all looks dark inside of you
If hope is gone and clouds a' brew
Take flight with the angels to see your way through.
You are never alone if you can just see
Angels surrounding, supporting, believing in thee
They comfort, advise, suggest and please
Bringing love, peace and harmony.
Whatever life brings, don't give up the fight
Your angels are nearby shining bright
Protecting and guiding you through the dark night
Carrying a rainbow of love's healing light
Patiently waiting for you to take flight.
~Angelique D'Nuit~
GOD, THE ARTIST
God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?
How did you dream of the Milky Way
To guide us afar?
How did you think of a clean brown pool
Where flecks of shadows are?
God, when you thought of a cobweb,
How did you think of dew?
How did you know a spider's house
Had shingles bright and new?
How did you know the human folk
Would love them like they do?
God, when you patterned a bird song,
Flung on a silver string,
How did you know the ecstasy
That crystal call would bring?
How did you think of a bubbling throat
And a darling speckled wing?
God, when you chiseled a raindrop,
How did you think of a stem,
Bearing a lovely satin leaf
To hold the tiny gem?
How did you know a million drops
Would deck the morning's hem?
Why did you mate the moonlit night
With the honeysuckle vines?
How did you know Madeira bloom
Distilled ecstatic wines?
How did you weave the velvet disk
Where tangled perfumes are?
God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?
~Angela Morgan~
ANGEL FRIENDS
Some people doubt that each of us have angels to protect us,
Assigned by God when we were born, to love us and direct us.
And though we cannot see them, they're always at our side,
Companions while we're living, and after we have died.
God knew we needed someone to watch us night and day,
To guide us down the narrow path and keep all harm away.
Someone of endless wisdom, whom He could always trust,
To guard us every minute, and take good care of us.
So carefully He chose each one, for every living soul,
Some with wings of silver, and some with wings of gold,
But all filled with a burning love, that never has an end,
And each of us is blessed to have, A Special Angel Friend.
~Grace E. Easley~
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