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DEEP WATERS
BY: DEBBIE
This poem is "DEDICATED" to you my "FRIEND!" Jesus
told me if I would write it the
"BROKENHEARTED" would, he send. Only you will understand!
It is very
difficult to share the "PAIN", but it is only in
our "DEEP WATERS" that the
Lord Jesus Christ becomes the LifeBoat that carries
us to "SOLID GROUND!"
No two people, even in the same circumstances can
ever truly feel the
pain of someone else. It is a torment that each of
us must face with "COURAGE!"
The Bible states that we are overcomers by the Word
Of Our Testimony!"
Draw comfort from these Promising Words of Power
that carried me through:
ISAIAH 43:2
"WHEN YOU GO THROUGH DEEP WATERS AND GREAT TROUBLE,
I WILL BE WITH YOU."
The evening was beautiful
millions of twinkling stars in the sky
We had been to church offering Praises to God
My Honey and I
The evening had just about come
to a end
"Sweetheart!" he said,
"I don't know how or where
to Begin!"
The pale somber look that
came upon his face
His sweaty hands groping, grabbing,
and hoping for Grace
Shock, Fear, and Panic
I greeted them all
My Test Of Faith
"OH MY GOD" would
it stand Tall
Deep Waters consumed
My Solid Ground
My Mind, My Heart
became Lifeless Seaweed
floating round
Two Hearts were broken
this Deep Water Night
one out of Humbleness
one out of Fright
The story he told
Is between Me, Him, And God
Oh how I grieved and howled
like a wounded dog
I cried to the Father,
"I can't breathe; I won't make it through"
Jesus said, "Trust me child,
I will restore you anew"
Curled up in bed, blanketed with
darkness all around
Frantically I searched for Peace
None could be found
It is said:
We are reapers of
what we sew
A past Reflection Remembered
of a Woman long ago
She had hardened her heart
and demanded Virtue to Go
She found Mercy waiting at
the Well
He gave her Living Water
and set her soul "FREE" from Hell
Nothing much mattered in the
following Days
I clung to the Father's Hand
"Please Show Me The Way"
I paced with anguish
to and fro
I argued with myself
"Do I Stay or Do I Go"
Even with
God's
Mercy and Grace
Torment
Is Real
It's a "Hellish Place"
Dirty Dishes, Trash, and Laundry
I let them all go
They Stood As A Trophy
of
"A Trashed Life"
"I Did Not Know"
Bad Choices and Decisions
Made In Selfish Pleasure
Issue the Penalty of Pain
not to you
but
"To The One"
You now found a Treasure
We are given
"No Right To Vote"
in the
"Decision One Makes"
"To Rip A Hole
in the
"Marriage Boat"
I did not drown that very night
The Deep Waters were
Illuminated by
By The Father's Guiding Light
Oh! I went under, severval times
rolling over and over
under and under
but Hooked and Pulled
to Solid Ground
by My Precious Savior
"MY REDEEMING LIFELINE"
We must Forgive........
.......There is no other way
If we want to........
"WALK IN FREEDOM"......
every single day
I want to stand before Jesus
"FREE"
"AND FORGIVEN"
When it was
"MY SIN"
that
"HE DIED FOR"
on that old rugged
"TREE"
People "JUDGE" sin
like it was..........
.....one...two....three.....four
"SIN IS SIN"
and to "SIN"
"GOD CLOSES THE DOOR"
A humble heart in "REPENTANCE"
..........is..........
"ALL JESUS CAN SEE"
He Hates the sin
BUT LOVES YOU AND ME
This poem is Not written to bring entertainment value.
It is shared for the sole purpose of bringing
God's Restoration to the Brokenhearted. We live in
a world, where Morality, Virtue, and Purity are
considered a curse. We stood by and watched Prayer
be taken from the classroom and exchanged for
Condoms. I am not preaching, I am speaking From Eyes,
that were once Blinded by What the World
said and now I See, by eyes of What God says. Every
single day, Me personally, {and I am just a simple
little lady of no noted titles} see at least one
life destroyed by someone with A Sexual Addiction---
I watched my daughter's marriage destroyed by a husband
deep into pornograpy and sexual addiction.
I held her when she cried, and said, "Mama, you are
the one that taught me Forgiveness! I have
offered him Forgiveness----and he still deserted
me!" Pornography is the Silent Killer. We frown when we
see someone smoking a cigarette, we are digusted
when we see an obese person, we make fun of the
disabled, we laugh at the plain people, we even judge
someone seen drinking alcohol at a local resturant
but our Sexual Addiction is Silent-----it has no
color---no detected odor---no respector of person---it
can set silently beside you in church----it can sleep
between you and your mate undetected for years--
it can preach before you from the pulpit---it can
wait on you at a diner----it can smile at you from
your neighbor where your child spends alot of time----it
can be carried in a briefcase---it can be in
a bookbag---it talks to you from the television----it
can walk through the door of your house and
smile at you while being programmed into your computer-----it
is in silent little images everywhere
on the internet and our daily life. We have become
so calloused, as a nation, we deceive ourselves!
Everyday the Issue of Smoking is brought up---Ban
it! Ban It! It is Killing Us! Noone is fighting
Alcohol----It is socially acceptable--some boast
it is good for your health---and they are now
allowing it to be shown in commercials. I have a
friend who LOST ALL THREE DAUGHTERS,
her only children---to a drunk driver----who received
probation----what I am trying to say my
friends is SIN IS SIN----"judging" which sin is acceptable
is SIN in itsself. One of man's
principal goals in life is happiness. Many are seeking
happiness in pleasure--if it "feels good"
do it. Many believe happiness is in "having more"----so
they buy and buy----shopping for
the moment satisfies their emptiness. People today
get "Bored" very easy-always in search
of something new, something impressive, violent or
daring----the "Thrill Seeker". What we read, watch,
and listen to is detrimental to the mind, body, and
soul. Selfish pleasures become a crutch
for what is missing in our life. You may find comfort
in food, your pain may be lessened by glass
after glass of alcohol, your need to be loved exchanged
for repeated sexual acts with a friend
or stranger, to escape reality through drugs...........these
are all behaviors of an "empty Vessel"
Society has compromised with Satan and sold honesty,
decency, and virtue for a mere
illusion of perfected happiness. It is so sad and
tragic that thousands upon thousands
are being led farther and farther into Satan's trap
of Lust. Sin seperates us from God, so
the "empty vessel" drifts deeper into the currents
of Lonliness.The Bible is very clear in:
Romans 6:23 "For the wages of sin is death,
but the Gift of God is eternal life in Christ
Jesus Our Lord"
I am glad that we have this private moment to talk.
The Holy Spirit has drawn you here, so
God can minister his UNCONDITIONAL LOVE to you. There
is no condemnation here. I, too,
am a sinner saved by grace. I want to talk with you
for just alittle while and then I will share some
important scriptures with you. Actually, I don't
like to call them Scriptures---To Me They ARE
LIFE! They are the word and Jesus is the word. I
have made some very horrible decisions in
my life that inflicted pain on the very ones I loved
the most. I have battled Life-threatening
illnesses both in myself and my two children. I have
known the pain of Divorce---but God
restored our Marriage and the divorce was legally
set aside--so it is as it never was---like
when we ask Jesus into our life--our sins are washed
as white as snow, and they too, are
as it never was! I have known the depths of pain
and rejection--instead of turning to
God, I in return caused pain and rejection to others.
I have danced with Depression, I
have given in to Anger, and I have skeletons hanging
in my closet. I only look at
them when God asks me to minister to someone brokenhearted,
and for the sole purpose of
exalting the Lord Jesus Christ..........for I know
where I have been.......I know what I was......and I
know God reached down, when I looked up, and he said,
"Welcome Home My Child!" I have
always been one, that would go out on a limb, all
by myself, when it was something I believed
in. I only ask that noone call me a "RELIGIOUS" person--I
don't serve a religion--I serve the Lord
Jesus Christ. It brings me to tears when I talk about
My Jesus--it is a intimate, personal relationship
that I have with the Father. To me it was quite simple
when he saved me.....I had the simple Faith of a
child and I believed what his word said. I could
come boldly to the throne room......Sometimes I get
in such a hurry to get to the throne room---I forget
to knock with praises of Thanksgiving. I have
always been one that put all the ducks in a row and
"tell it like it is", not sugarcoat it with a layer of
false perception. So I come "naked" before the Father----meaning
you know all Father--I cannot hide
anything from you----this is who I am and this is
what I have done, I humble myself at your feet and ask
your Forgiveness. I have found it much easier to
ask Jesus to Forgive me, than to ask whomever I felt
had offended me----I have spent almost a lifetime
in blaming myself for the actions of other people! God
has restored me in so many areas---but it is like
my husband said, "I am still under construction!" As
this website grows, under the annointing of the Holy
Spirit, there will be personal testimonies added for
each area of my life that has received a healing.
Sometimes we are so full of pain, we can't find a place
to become quiet, so we can hear the Lord speak to
us. It is our desire that in some small way, you have
been shown the Love of Jesus during your visit to
our website. I have found that no matter what back-
ground a person is from--no matter their wealth or
fame--they just want someone, for once in their life:
To Be "REAL" with them, to accept them for who they
are, not what they can give, and love them un-
conditionally ! My friend I present that person to
you: HE IS MY FATHER! THE LORD JESUS CHRIST!
HE HAS WAITED A LONG TIME TO TALK WITH YOU. ENJOY
YOUR VISIT WITH HIM!
John 3:16-21
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one
and only Son, that whoever
believes in him shall not perish but have eternal
life. For God did not send his
Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save
the world through him.
Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever
does not believe stands
condemned already because he has not believed in
the name of God's one and
only son. This is the verdict: Light has come into
the world, but men loved
darkness instead of light because their deeds were
evil. Everyone who does
evil hates the light, and will not come into the
light for fear that his deeds will
be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes
into the light, so that it may
be seen plainly that what he has done has BEEN DONE
THROUGH GOD!"
Matthew 11:28-30
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give
you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,
for I am
gentle and humle in heart, and you will find rest
for your souls.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
Psalms 62:8
......."Pour out your heart before him:
God is a refuge for us."
HAND IN HAND
Abba, Abba I don't understand
My God says to me,
"I Am walking
with her hand in Hand."
But Father, she is all alone
She may need me and I can't come.
The Lord says,
"I Am with her now and always. I will hold her until her life on earth is done."
Lord, how can I protect her?
What if I fail to provide?
My Father says, "My child, why do you worry? A gift to you, your daughter is
Mine. I will care for all her needs. I know them before she asks! I lovingly created this child and I entrusted
her into your lap. Never alone is she. So, My child, do not be afraid. Trust in Me, your Mighty God, for her hand
is in My hand this very day."
bY k.d.
DARTS
A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she
had in a Seminary Class, given by her teacher, Dr.
Smith. She says Dr. Smith was known for his
elaborate object lessons. One particular day, Sally
walked into the
seminary and knew they were in for a
fun day. On the wall was a big target and on a
nearby table were many darts.
Dr. Smith told the students to draw a picture of
someone that they disliked or someone who had made
them
angry, and he would allow them to throw darts
at the person(s) picture. Sally's girlfriend drew a
picture of a girl
who had stolen her boyfriend.
Another friend drew a picture of his little brother.
Sally drew a picture of a former
friend, putting a
great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing
pimples on the face. Sally was pleased at the
overall effect she had achieved.
The class lined up and began throwing darts, with
much laughter and hilarity.
Some of the students
threw their darts with such force that their
targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward
to
her turn, and was filled with disappointment when
Dr. Smith, because of time limits, asked the
students to
return to their seats.
As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was
because she didn't have a chance to throw
any darts
at her target. Dr. Smith began removing the target
from the wall.
Underneath the target was a picture
of Jesus.....
A complete hush fell over the room as each student
viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and
jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were
pierced.
Dr. Smith said only these words... "In as much
as ye
have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye
have done it unto Me." Matthew 25:40
No other
words were necessary; the tear-filled eyes
of each student focused only on the picture of
Christ.
The Son
A wealthy man and his son loved to
collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael.
They would often sit
together and admire the great works of art.
When the Viet Nam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very
courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier.
The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only
son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with
a large package in his hands.
He said, Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life.
He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly.
He often talked about you, and your love for art.
The young man held out his package. I know this isn't much. I'm
not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.
The father opened the package.
It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality
of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears.
He thanked
the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift;
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait
of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There
was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and
having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On th! e platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer
pounded his gavel. We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture ; someone from the
back of the room shouted, We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.
But the auctioneer persisted, Will someone
bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?;
Another voice shouted angrily, We didn't come to see
this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids; But still the auctioneer continued,
The son!
The son! Who'll take the son? Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener
of the man and his son. & shout; I'll give $10 for the painting.
Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
We have $10, who will bid 20? Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters. $10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20? The crowd
was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. Going once, twice, SOLD for $10.
A man sitting on the second row shouted, Now let's
get on with the collection. The auctioneer laid down his gavel, I'm sorry, the auction is over.
What about the paintings?
I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed
to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting
would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything.
God gave his Son
2,000 years ago to die on a cruel cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is, The Son, the Son, who'll take the
Son?; Because you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
--Author Unknown
Subject: Shake it off
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The
animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided the animal was old and the
well needed to be covered up anyway, it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come
over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was
happening and cried horribly.Then,to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the
farmer finally
looked down the well and was astonished at what he saw. With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing
something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of
the animal,he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge
of the well and trotted off!
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well
is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just
by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up!
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1.
Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
Life's too short!! Enjoy Your Week & SHAKE IT OFF!!
A little boy walked to and from school daily. On one particular
morning, the weather was questionable as clouds were forming and
the sky was gray, but the little boy made his daily
trek to the
elementary school anyway. As the afternoon progressed, the winds
whipped up and the thunder and lightning
began to roll. The mother
of the little boy was concerned that her son would be frightened
as he walked home from
school and feared that the electrical storm
might harm her child. Following a roar of thunder, lightning would
cut
through the sky like a flaming sword! Worried, the mother got
into her car and drove along the route to her child's school.
Upon
finding her son, she noticed her little boy was walking along just
fine, but at each flash of lightning, the
child would stop, look
up and smile. More lightning followed and with each one the little
boy would look at the streak
of light and smile. The mother
approached him in her car, lowered the window and asked him, "What
are you doing?"
The child answered, "I am trying to look nice, God
keeps taking my picture."
One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son
how poor people can be. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "It was great, Dad."
"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked. "Oh Yeah" said the son. "So what did you
learn from the trip?" asked the father.
The son answered, "I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns
in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us,
but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends
to protect them."
With this the boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks dad for showing
me how poor we are."
Too many times we forget what we have and concentrate on what we don't have. What is
one person's worthless object is another's prize possession. It is all based on one's perspective. Makes you wonder what would
happen if we all gave thanks for all the bounty we have, instead of worrying about wanting more. Take joy in all you have
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What God Will And Won't Ask
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1. God won't ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask
how
many people you drove who didn't have transportation.
2. God won't ask the square footage of your house,
but will ask
how many people you welcomed into your home.
3. God won't ask about the fancy clothes you had
in your closet,
but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.
4. God won't ask about your social
status, but will ask what
kind of class you displayed.
5. God won't ask how many material possessions you had,
but will
ask if they dictated your life.
6. God won't ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if
you
compromised your character to obtain that salary.
7. God won't ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if
you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.
8. God won't ask how many promotions you received, but
will ask
how you promoted others.
9. God won't ask what your job title was, but will ask if you
performed
your job to the best of your ability.
10. God won't ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask
what you
did to help others.
11. God won't ask how many friends you had, but will ask how
many people to whom you were
a true friend.
12. God won't ask what you did to protect your rights, but will
ask what you did to protect
the rights of others.
13. God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask
how you treated your neighbors.
14. God won't ask about the color of your skin, but will ask
about the content of your character.
15.
God won't ask how many times your deeds matched your words,
but will ask how many times they didn't.
Author
Unknown
If we have faith, and belief,
that we are in God's care,
then we can believe that the
Lord is with us everywhere.
His angels have been sent
to protect us from any harm,
and to teach us about love,
and keep our spirits
calm.
This heavenly love surrounds
each of us every single day,
and today,
because you are so
very special to me.
I asked the angels to bring
a little more love your way.
- Unknown
Trust Him when dark doubts fill you up.
Trust
Him when your strength is small,
Trust Him when to simply trust Him
Seems the hardest thing of all
Trust Him,
He is ever faithful;
Trust Him for his will is best;
Trust Him, for in the Lord's heart.
Is the only place of
rest.
Trust Him, then, through doubts and sunshine
Till the storm of life is over.
Because with God,
You can never go wrong.
This is a wonderful poem . . .Do not know who the author is . . .
Hope you enjoy
it . . .Mary Ann
A Child's Plea
My daddy and mommy have quarreled,
They said they don't love anymore.
They spoke in tones loud and cruel,
My crying they seemed to ignore.
Oh,
Daddy and Mommy look closely,
In the eyes of the children you bore.
Don't the pain in our hearts mean something?
After
all of the years, give us more.
My Mommy told Daddy to leave us.
She said we could live alone.
But Mommy,
we need our Daddy,
To make this house a real home.
Oh, Daddy and Mommy look closely,
To the children God loaned
you awhile.
Give us more in life then sad memories,
Of a childhood of tears and not smiles.
I stood by the
window, crying.
As Daddy walked sadly away.
The tears wouldn't stop their falling,
Even as Mommy led me to play.
Daddy and Mommy, look closely
Hold us children close and long.
As you feel each small heart breaking,
Think
again, before you do wrong.
God blessed you with healthy children.
Though we're poor, we're rich in the Word.
For God also gave you a message
That not everyone yet has heard.
So, Daddy and Mommy, look closely
To
God for a faith made anew.
And try to think first of your children,
Before hurting us the way that you do.
There
are so many people who jump quickly into a relationship, marriage, children and end in divorce. Who are the real victims in
this situation?-----The children!! Think about it, Daddy and Mommy! Don't be so self-centered and blind that you cannot see
who the real suffering ones are ----- the innocent children. God said *Whoever harms one of these little ones, better a millstone
be hung around his neck and he be cast into the sea.*
"YOUR WORD IS A LAMP TO MY FEET AND A
LIGHT FOR MY PATH."
(PSALM 119:105 *NIV)
Dear One, when in need please use the
following EMERGENCY PHONE NUMBERS:
When in sorrow, ......................
call John 14.
When men fail you, ................... call Psalm 27.
If you want to be fruitful, .......... call John
15.
When you have sinned, ................ call Psalm 51.
When you worry, ...................... call Matthew
6:19-34.
When you are in danger, ............. call Psalm 91.
When God seems far away, ............ call Psalm 139.
When
your faith needs stirring, ..... call Hebrews 11.
When you are lonely and fearful, .... call Psalm 23.
When you grow
bitter and critical, call I Corinthians 13.
For Paul's secret to happiness, ... call Colossians
3:12-17.
For understanding
of Christianity, call II Corinthians
5:15-19.
When you feel down and out, ....... call Romans 8:31.
When you want
peace and rest, .. call Matthew 11:25-30.
When the world seems bigger than God, ..... call Psalm 90.
When you want
Christian assurance, call Romans 8:1-30.
When you leave home for labor or travel, .. call Psalm 121.
When your prayers
grow narrow or selfish, . call Psalm 67.
For a great invention/opportunity, ... call Isaiah 55.
When you want courage
for a task, ..... call Joshua 1.
For how to get along with fellow men, . call Romans 12.
When you think of investments
and returns,. call Mark 10.
If you are depressed, ..................... call Psalm 27.
If your pocketbook is empty,
.............. call Psalm 37.
If you are losing confidence in people, . call I
Corinthians 13.
If people seem
unkind, ................ call John 15.
If discouraged about your work, ....... call Psalm 126.
If you find the world
growing small and yourself great,...call Psalm.
Alternate Numbers:
For dealing with fear, ........... call
Psalm 34:7.
For security, ................... call Psalm 121:3.
For assurance, ................... call Mark 8:35.
For reassurance, ................. call Psalm 145:18.
All lines to Heaven are open 24 hours a day!
Therefore
feed your faith, and doubt will starve to
death! Also always remember that God answers
all Knee mail!
Author
unknown-submitted by Mary Ann
You are ushering in another day
untouched and freshly new,
so here I come to ask You God
if You'll renew me too?
Forgive the many errors, that
I made yesterday, and let me try
again dear God, to walk closer
in Thy
Way.
But Father, I am well aware
I can't make it on my own.
So take my hand and hold it tight
for I can't
walk alone.
Author is unknown . . .submitted by Mary_Ann
Scott
The feeling of inadequacy.
My body being what they aren't.
Lies are told to comfort, to hide the truth.
I see with my eyes, the lies come to life.
I see what makes him tick, what makes him go.
I finally see the
obsession unwolven.
But yet a pain rings thru my soul.
A feeling of doubt, an echo of pain.
I know I am not
part of this dream, this other lifestyle.
Knowing, knowing in my heart that I am not what they are.
Knowing he'll
never see me with respect, just an object for this obsession.
I know now, he'll never respect me the way I have
lovingly respected him.
I know now that I am not all he needs, all he wants.
Satisfaction will never be me.
I
know now, too many times I was violated, used.
I know now, I hate being used.
11-10-01 2:45pm
~Morrisa
Maree Lenk~
A Woman of God
Opportunities and invitations,
suggestions
and implications
I close the door to them all, and answer a higher call
and select this vocation...
For He gave
will to His creation
and in my choosing, there lies
the transformation
and I am deliberately becoming
A Woman
of God.
The roundness and fullness
of my body, the beauty and softness of my skin,
the curve of my leg,
the
line of my chin,
it is not prostitutes ware,
that makes me attractive and fair,
but the Father's love for me
the
glory of His Son in me
and by HIS Spirit moving in me
I am enabled, equipped and
prepared to be
A Woman of
God.
You see, it was in
the mind of God,
that this daughter be shaped
by the hand of God,
and it would
be a disgrace,
to use this grace
to trap a man, a son of God.
For Eve was given to Adam to be a help meet to Him,
not fresh meet for her.
No, my dear, he is my brother,
I love him as friend,
and whether sister or spouse
and I shall retain, and ever remain
A Woman of God.
I will not despise
the Father's love,
shame the
Glory of the Son,
or grieve that Spirit of Grace
for a moments gyration,
or seconds elation,
and spit in God's
face.
I cannot be bought,
and I will not be sold
not before or after
I wear the band of gold.
I am Woman
of God
For a wife is a gift
and a lady a present,
and the sweetest waters flow
from a fresh well untapped.
So I do not stutter when I say
"I'm keeping it under wraps."
For the most glorious thing,
is the embrace of
a woman who's clean
and who too, can be held--
held to being
A Woman of God.
The Bible tells us that
Wisdom is the principle thing.
She dwelt with God
from the beginning
and He held her to Him.
She is an
ornament of grace,
more precious than rubies,
and understanding is her kin,
and so you see my sisters,
it
is the truth indeed that
"this diamond is
a girl's best friend."
For it is by the knowledge of the Word that
I perish not.
I take this Word as armor
and fight with all
the fight I've got.
I am not a statistic,
or
a minority's exception,
not a casualty of this war
of sex and sin.
No, thank you, I am not religiously oppressed
or sexual depressed,
but committed, and possessed
by the ability to subtract
from the 300,000 women
who
have contracted--by voluntary contact
a Sexually Transmitted Disease
--minus one--
This Woman of God.
Before
the time, before the test,
make up your mind,
and rise to this.
For in the midst of it,
you cannot take time
with it
or you'll die making the choice
and choke trying to find your voice.
Begin now to set your course,
and
with determination and force,
demand of yourself that you are,
that you can, that you will be.
Stand with me
Woman
of God.
submitted by Marie H
The Room...
Beware this is really powerful.
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I
found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files.They
were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.But these files, which stretched
from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.As I drew near the wall of
files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through
the cards. I quickly shut it, 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 crude catalog system for my life. Here were written
the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a 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 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 brothers".
Others I couldn't laugh at:"Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have 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 the time
in my 20 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 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 qualit of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew
that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," 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 animal rage broke on 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 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 it at 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 helpless, I returned the file 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 openthe files and read the
cards. I couldn't bear to watch 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 arm 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 rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no, " as I pulled the card from
Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. 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 card 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 its door. There were still cards to be written. "I can do all
things through Christ who strengthens me." Phil. 4:13
This story is the best e-mail story I have ever read.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal
life."
Thanks Avis!
PORNOGRAPHY
A poet and pornographer were arguing out loud
Upon a city street where their debate
had drawn a
crowd.
But fed on mocking satire from the smut-shop
marketeer,
The gathering was led to chide
the poet's
"prudish" fear.
A screaming female cry rang out to cheer the
rights of porn:
"My
naked beauty's mine to sell! Free speech!"
she yelled with scorn.
But then an aging prostitute brought silence
with
her shout:
"My beauty's gone! Let's have free speech, and
hear the poet out!"
Conviction
filled the poet's voice: "I stand for
womanhood!
Who bought a woman's nudity, no beauty
understood!
Who
sold her flesh as slop to fill the feeding
troughs of swine,
Was swindled of her value, doesn't know her
worth,
or mine!"
"Our dignity as humans teach the secrecy of love.
The privacy of mating is a treasure from
above.
But make the sacred common, and you lace the
truth with lies:
The gifts of lovers were not meant for wanton
public eyes!
"I welcome mothers' lovely breasts exposed to
nurse their young!
Bring on your photographs
of birth! Its beauties
I have sung!
Describe your wife as absolutely gorgeous in the
nude,
But strip her for
the world to see, and you're a
fool, and lewd!
"No healthy woman really wants the hurt that lust
inspires,
Nor can a spouse compete against a fantasy's
desires.
Just analyze the rapist's diet: what's his daily
fare?
The smiling lies that porno-pimps pay unclad
girls to wear!
"The question's not of freedom, nor is it
of
rights denied.
We've sold our children's safety while our family
honor died.
An endless carnal thirst is
gushing from
pornography
To drown the due respect that each man owes
womanity.
"If you will strip
the nude they pay to twist the
gawker's mind,
Down underneath her stark bare chest and
spreading legs you'll find
A misled sister, daughter, cousin, mother, niece
or wife
Who's auctioned by a trade that drains her image
of
its life.
"Beneath the powdered skin they hire to pose for
sordid fame,
A woman's raped of self-esteem
and plundered of
her shame.
But sons who buy their sister's theft have been
the most untrue:
They fail to
guard the woman's worth that manhood
calls them to!"
The prostitute began to clap . . . a teacher
joined
nearby,
Some older men took off their caps . . . two
girls began to cry.
One mother opened up her blouse to sing
while
baby nursed.
But most were very quiet as the gathering
dispersed.
--- David L. Hatton, 5/29/96
(from Poems Between Death and Life, (c)1999 by
David L. Hatton)
USED WITH PERMISSION
~Living One Day At A Time~
Our lives are made up of a million different ways.
Some are spent searching for love, peace, and
harmony.
Others are spent surviving day by day.
But there is no greater moments than that
life,
with all its joys and sorrows,
is meant to be lived one day
at a time.
It's in this knowledge that we discover
the most wonderful
truth of all.
Whether we live in a forty room mansion,
surrounded
by servants and wealth,
or find it a struggle to manage the rent month to
month
we have it within our power to be fully satisfied
and
live a life with true meaning.
One day at a time we have that ability,
through cherishing each moment
and rejoicing in each dream.
We can experience each day anew,
and with this fresh start
we
have what it takes to make
all our dreams come true.
Each day
is new,
and living one day at a time enables us
to truly enjoy life
and
live it to the fullest
AUTHOR UNKNOWN...SUBMITTED BY MARY ANN
Jesus shed a tear
At Christmas time there was a man,
who looked so out of place.
As people rushed
about him,
at a hurried sort of pace.
He stared at all the Christmas lights,
the tinsel everywhere.
The
shopping center Santa Claus,
with children gathered near.
The mall was packed with shoppers,
who were going
to and fro.
Some with smiles, some with frowns,
and some too tired to go.
They rested on benches,
or
they hurried on their way.
To fight the crowds for purchases,
to carry home that day.
The music from the
stereo,
was playing loud and clear.
Of Santa Claus and snowmen,
and funny nosed reindeer.
He heard the
people talk about,
the good times on the way.
Of parties, fun and food galore,
and gift exchange that day.
I'd like to know what's going on,
the man was heard to say.
There seems to be some sort,
of celebration on
the way.
And would you tell me who this is,
all dressed in red and white.
And why are children asking "him"
about a special night.
The answer came in disbelief,
I can't believe my ear.
I can't believe you do not
know,
that Christmas time is here.
The time when Santa comes around,
with gifts for girls and boys.
When
they are asleep on Christmas Eve,
he leaves them books and toys.
The man you see in red and white,
is Santa
Claus so sly.
The children love his joyful laugh,
and twinkle in his eye.
His gift packed sleigh is pulled
along,
by very small reindeer.
As he flies quickly through the air,
while darting here and there.
The
children learn of Santa Claus,
while they are still quite small.
When Christmas comes "he" is the most,
"important" one of all.
The stranger hung His head in shame,
He closed a nail pierced hand.
His
body shook in disbelief,
He did not understand.
A shadow crossed His stricken face,
His voice was low but
clear.
"After all these years they still don't know."
And JESUS shed a tear.
Author unknown~thanks
Avis!
The Christmas Scout
In spite of the fun and laughter,
13-year-old Frank Wilson was not happy. It was true that he had received all the presents he wanted. And he enjoyed these
traditional Christmas Eve reunions of relatives -this year at Aunt Susan's - for the purpose of exchanging gifts and good
wishes.
But Frank was not happy because this was his first Christmas without his brother, Steve, who, during the year,
had been killed by a reckless driver. Frank missed his brother and the close companionship they had
together.
Frank
said good-bye to his relatives and explained to his
parents that he was leaving a little early to see a friend; from there
he could walk home. Since it was cold outside, Frank put on his new plaid jacket.It was his favorite gift. The other presents
he placed on his new sled.
Then Frank headed out, hoping to find the patrol leader of his Boy Scout troop. Frank always
felt understood by him. Though rich in wisdom,he lived in the Flats, the section of town where most of the poor lived, and
his patrol leader did odd jobs to help support his family.To
Frank's disappointment, his friend was not at home.
As
Frank hiked down the street toward home, he caught glimpses of trees and decorations in many of the small houses. Then, through
one front window, he glimpsed a shabby room with the limp stockings hanging over an empty fireplace. A woman was seated near
them weeping.
The stockings reminded him of the way he and his brother had always hung theirs side by side. The next
morning, they would be bursting with presents. A sudden thought struck Frank - he had not done his "good turn" for the day.
Before the impulse passed, he knocked on the door. "Yes?" the sad voice of the woman inquired."May I come in?" "You
are very welcome," she said, seeing his sled full of gifts,and assuming he was making a collection, "but I have no food or
gifts for
you. I have nothing for my own children."
"That's not why I am here," Frank replied. "Please choose
whatever presents you'd like for your children from this sled." "Why, God bless you!" the amazed woman answered gratefully.
She selected some candies, a game, the toy airplane and a
puzzle.When she took the new Scout flashlight, Frank
almost cried out. Finally,the stockings were full "Won't you tell me your name?" she asked, as Frank was
leaving.
"Just
call me the Christmas Scout," he replied.
The visit left the boy touched, and with an unexpected flicker of joy in
his heart. He understood that his sorrow was not the only sorrow in the world. Before he left the Flats, he had given away
the remainder of his gifts. The plaid jacket had gone to a shivering boy.
But he trudged homeward, cold and uneasy.
Having given his presents away, Frank now could think of no reasonable explanation to offer his parents. He wondered how he
could make them understand.
"Where are your presents, son?" asked his father as he entered the house. "I gave them
away." "The airplane from Aunt Susan? Your coat from Grandma? Your flashlight? We thought you were happy with your gifts."
"I was - very happy," the boy answered lamely.
"But, Frank, how could you be so impulsive?" his mother asked.
"How
will we explain to the relatives who spent so much time and gave so much love shopping for you?"
His father was firm.
"You made your choice, Frank. We cannot afford any more presents."
His brother gone, his family disappointed in him,
Frank
suddenly felt dreadfully alone. He had not expected a reward for his generosity. For he knew that a good deed always
should be its own reward. It would be tarnished otherwise. So he did not want his gifts back,
however, he wondered if
he would ever again truly recapture joy in his life. He thought he had this evening, but it had been fleeting. Frank thought
of his brother and sobbed himself to sleep.
The next morning, he came downstairs to find his parents
listening
to Christmas music on the radio. Then the announcer spoke:
"Merry Christmas, everybody! The nicest Christmas story we
have this morning comes from the Flats. A crippled boy down there has a new sled this morning, another youngster has a
fine plaid jacket, and several families report that their children were made happy last night by gifts from a teenage boy
who simply referred to himself as the Christmas Scout. No one could identify him, but the children of the
Flats claim
that the Christmas Scout was a personal representative of old
Santa Claus himself."
Frank felt his father's arms
go around his shoulders, and he saw his mother smiling through her tears. "Why didn't you tell us? We didn't understand. We
are so proud of you, son."
The carols came over the air again filling the room with
music. "...Praises sing to
God the King, and peace to men on Earth."
By Samuel D. Bogan
Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit,
but in
humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also
to the interests of others.(Philippians2:2-3)
I Wish You Could Accept...Me For Me
When you look at pornography what do you see...
all of the things that
I can not be.
You have no clue how I feel inside,
not appealing to you makes me want to hide.
I know I'm
not young, sexy or pert,
but for you to prefer them over me really hurts.
So I keep this inside and build up a shell,
and with you I live in my own private hell.
Your need to look at them has torn us apart,
and I often sit
crying with my battered heart.
I can't change myself, I am what you see,
I wish you could accept...me for me.
Vicky
If I Could Do It Over
If I could do it over,
I would have never become involved.
I would have resisted my lover,
My problems would have been resolved.
I would
have never strayed from God,
Nor accepted my fiance's porn.
But I could only at him nod,
To keep me from his scorn.
Yes, if I could do it over,
I would have resisted his
life of sin.
I would have realized that he was a rover,
And started my life again.
Thank goodness Jesus came to me
And saved me just in time.
He truly and completely set
me free
And gave me a life sublime.
by Mary Ann
You
Such fragile soul much had to bear.
Such loving heart.
So hurt but yet so open, wide
-I feel an intense
urge to guard-
immensly tender, filled with care
for me to touch me deep inside.
Do I deserve this precious gift?
It truly is to me. Such candour,
such gentleness that is so rare and
surprising, moving, unexpected.
All tempting
me just to be there
for you.
G. Mecklenburg
THE 7-UPS
1. Wake Up
Decide to have a good day.
"Today is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice
and be glad
in it." Psalms 118:24
2. Dress Up!!
The best way to dress up is to put on a smile. A
smile is an
inexpensive way to improve your looks.
"The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man
looks at
outward appearance; but the Lord looks at the heart." I Samuel 16:7
3. Shut Up!!
Say nice
things and learn to listen. God gave us two ears and
one mouth, so He must have meant for us to do twice as much
listening
as talking.
"He who guards his lips guards his soul." Proverbs 13:3.
"Gossip betrays confidence.
Avoid men who talk too much."
Proverbs 20:19
"Listen to advice, accept instruction and in the end, you
will
be wise." Proverbs 19:20
4. Stand Up!!
For what you believe in. Stand for something or you will
fall
for anything.
"Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time, we
will reap a harvest
if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have
opportunity, let us do good..." Galatians 6:9-10
5. Look Up!!
To the Lord.
"I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me".
Philippians 4:13
6.
Reach Up!!...For something higher.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your
own understanding.
In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will
direct your path." Proverbs 3:5-6
7. Lift Up!!...Your
Prayers.
"Do not worry about anything; instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING."
Philippians 4:6
A new minister in a small Oklahoma town spent the
first four
days desperately calling on the membership,
begging
them to
come to his first services ... He failed. He
placed a
notice in the local newspapers, stating that as
the church
was dead, it was his duty to give it a decent
Christian
burial. The funeral would be held the
following
Sunday
afternoon, the notice said. Morbidly curious the
whole town
turned out.
In front
of the pulpit, they saw a high coffin,
smothered in
flowers. The minister read the obituary and
delivered a
eulogy; he then invited his congregation to step
forward and
pay their respects to the dearly beloved who had
departed.
The long line filed by. Each mourner peeped into
the coffin
and then turned away with a guilty,
sheepish
look. For in the
coffin, tilted at the correct angle, was a large
mirror.
A father and his young daughter walked out into the backyard at night where there were no streetlights or such shining. They
stood there and looked up at the heavens with all the beautiful stars shining like diamonds. The little daughter said, 'Daddy,
you know what?' The father asked her 'What?' She replied, 'If this is the bottom side of heaven, can you imagine how beautiful
heaven must be?'
C. Wall
Call Me
If one day you feel like crying...
Call me. I don't promise that I
will make you laugh, But I can cry with you. If one day you want to
run away- Don't
be afraid to call me. I don't promise to ask you to
stop... But I can run with you If one day you don't want to listen
>>to anyone.. Call me. I promise to be there for you. And I promise
to be very quiet. But if one day you call...
And there is no
answer... Come fast to see me Maybe I need you.
Author unknown
God Is...
God is like Coca-Cola... He's the real thing.
God is like Bayer Aspirin...He works miracles.
God is like Ford... He's got a better idea.
God is like Tide...He gets the stains out that others leave
behind.
God is like General Electric...He brings good things to life.
God is like Sears...He has everything.
God is like Scotch Tape...You can't see Him, but you know He's there.
God is like Delta...He's ready when
you are.
God is like Allstate...You're in good hands with Him.
God is like V0-5 Hairspray...He holds through
all kinds of weather.
submitted by Jill~author unknown
Our preacher always says, "Sin will take you further than you ever intended to go, cost you more than you ever intended
to pay, and make you stay longer than you ever intended to stay."
Jill
A New Start
If I knew it would be the last time I'd see you fall
asleep,
I'd tuck you in more tightly, and
pray the Lord your
soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time I'd see you walk
out the
door,
I'd hug you and kiss you and call you back for
just one more.
If I knew it would be the last time I heard your
name
in praise,
I'd videotape each word, and play it back for days.
If I knew it would be the last time to
spare a minute
or two,
I'd stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you
know I do.
If
I knew it would be the last time I'd be there to
share your day,
Well, I'm sure you'll have many more, so, I'll let
this one slip away.
For surely there is a tomorrow to make up for an
oversight,
And we'll always get
a second chance to make
everything all right.
There will always be another chance to say our "I love
yous,"
And certainly there's another chance to say our "What
I can dos."
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I
get,
I'd like to say I love you, and hope you never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to
anyone, young or old
alike,
And today might be your last chance to hold your loved
one tight.
So if you're
waiting for tomorrow, why not do it all
today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you will surely regret
the day,
You
didn't take the extra time for a smile or hug or
kiss.
And you surely aren't too busy to grant what may be
their
last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in
their ear.
Tell them how much you love them,
and that you'll
always hold them
dear.
Take the time to say "I'm sorry, forgive me or It's
okay,"
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets
about today.
Apologize and start anew
Author
unknown
Go and run free with the angels, Dance around the golden clouds,
For the lord has chosen you to be with him, and
we should feel
nothing but proud. Even though he has taken you from us, and our
pain a lifetime will
last. Your memory will never escape us, but
make us glad for the time we did have.
Your smiles will
be forever hidden deep inside our hearts,
and each moment you gave us never will depart.
So go and run
free with the angels, as they smile so tenderly,
and please be sure to tell them to take good care of you......
for me.
Lisa
The Silence
The Silence is coming no more pain to make you cry,
No more time to worry about tomarrow or see tears
in anyone's eyes.
No more bloodshed will be seen, here or on any land.
No more children will have to suffer at the
hands of strange men.
No more time to fight any quarrels over who owns what land.
And no time to kiss your loved
ones, your enemies or your friends.
0ur world has been changing and not many seem to care.
If we All don't stand
together then the only thing we'll share
is the silence of our world as she falls asleep.
And the remains of her
soul will be the dust the universe will keep.
Lisa
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