A couple had two little boys, ages eight and ten, who were excessively mischievous. The two were always getting into trouble and their parents could be confident that if any mischief occurred in their town, their two young sons were involved in some capacity. The parents were at their wit’s end as to what to do about their sons’ behavior.
The parents had heard that a clergyman in town had been successful in disciplining children in the past, so they contacted him, and he agreed to give it his best shot. He asked to see the boys individually, so the eight-year-old was sent to meet with him first. The clergyman sat the boy down and asked him sternly, “Where is God?”
The boy made no response, so the clergyman repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is God?”
Again the boy made no attempt to answer, so the clergyman raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy’s face, “WHERE IS GOD?”
At that, the boy bolted from the room, ran directly home, and slammed himself in his closet. His older brother followed him into the closet and said, “What happened?”
The younger brother replied, “We are in BIG trouble this time. God is missing and they think we did it!”
BEST POEM IN THE WORLD
I was shocked , confused, bewildered
as I entered Heaven’s door,
not by the beauty of it all,
nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp–
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
who never said anything nice.
Bob, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, ‘What’s the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake!.’
‘And why is everyone so quiet,
so somber – give me a clue.’
‘Hush, child,’ He said,
‘they’re all in shock.
No one thought they’d be seeing you.’
“That if you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead you will be saved.” Romans 10:9
Blessings to you and Merry Christmas
In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto himself a healthy young wife by the name of Dorothy.
Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg.
Indeed, she was often called Amazon Dot Com.
And she said unto Abraham, her husband, “Why dost thou travel so far from town to town with thy goods when thou canst trade without ever leaving thy tent?”
Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said, “How dear?”
Dot replied, “I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale, and they will reply telling you who hath the best price. The sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah’s Pony Stable. (UPS).”
Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums.
The drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever having to move from his tent.
To prevent neighboring countries from overhearing what the drums were saying, Dot devised a system that only she and the drummers knew. It was known as Must Send Drum Over Sound (MSDOS), and she also developed a language to transmit ideas and pictures – Hebrew To The People (HTTP).
And the young men did take to Dot Com’s trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung.
They were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Sybarites, or NERDS.
And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums that no one noticed that the real riches were going to that enterprising drum dealer, Brother William of Gates, who bought off every drum maker in the land. Indeed he did insist on drums to be made that would work only with Brother Gates’ drumheads and drumsticks.
And Dot did say, “Oh Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others.”
And Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel, or eBay as it came to be known.
He said, “We need a name that reflects what we are.”
And Dot replied, Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators.” “YAHOO,” said Abraham. And because it was Dot’s idea, they named it YAHOO DOT COM.
Abraham’s cousin, Joshua, being the young Gregarious Energetic Educated Kid (GEEK) that he was, soon started using Dot’s drums to locate things around the countryside.
It soon became known as God’s Own Official Guide to Locating Everything (GOOGLE).
That is how it all began. And that’s the truth!
Blessings to you.
After Carla’s husband was killed in Iraq, Carla moves to Ivy, a small Georgia beach town, with her five year old daughter. Hoping for a fresh start and healing of her heart, Carla and Missy enjoy their first few months playing in the waves, building sand castles, and their new home. Suddenly Carla notices a stranger watching her daughter intently. Who is this person and what do they want with her daughter?
Compelling. Suspenseful. Inspiring. A mixture of romance, intrigue, Christian values, and subtle tactics of Satan. A story that will keep you on the edge of your seat!
Margaret and Clay have loved raising their two ambitious daughters in their home near Atlanta. The two sisters are as different as night and day. Chris is a force to be reckoned with in the courtrooms in Atlanta as a prosecuting attorney. Teri has taken a dream job in California. Both women have a heart for helping hurting people but in very different ways. Chris is busy winning cases while Teri enjoys the beach life. Both women love their professions but begin to desire more than just their careers. Will Chris’s unspoken fears stand in her way of future happiness? Will Teri give up the dream job and beach life for something more?
Thirteen days after the death of Sue’s husband she gave her life to Christ. Within a couple of weeks she began experiencing supernatural phenomena such as having visions, seeing angels, and hearing angelic choirs. In this autobiography she reveals the struggles, sacrifices, and suffering she went through, as she says, “in attaining an honest, faith-filled, and obedient relationship with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.”
In her soul searching account Sue recounts her roller coaster ride to acceptance of Jesus Christ as her Savior. Her difficult journey begins with baptism-a comforting place to begin- but is shadowed by the trauma of childhood sexual abuse and later by the death of her husband. The Christian life, she discovers, is like a rose garden – beautiful in every way except for the thorns. On her way to the top of the mountain of salvation she learns to do battle with the tricks of Satan. Her growing relationship with Christ gives her strength through difficult times. The valleys stretch her spiritually, and finally she knows she can walk with Jesus Christ with new boldness and confidence.
This book challenges us to look within. We all face consequences to every choice, action, and belief we have in our every day life. Those choices affect us not only on a personal level but will be passed down for generations. “Seek My Face” is thought provoking with encouragement to Christians and non-Christians. Sue invites us to take a journey of inner reflection hoping to reveal the truth about ourselves through the questions asked and the prophecies offered.
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One of my favorite activities is playing in the dirt. Working in my yard planting flowers and making gardens brings me such joy. Last Fall I started a “little” project that I thought would enhance my front yard tremendously. I’ll just build a retaining wall and fill the area with dirt and plant some beautiful flowers, add a Rose of Sharon, and leave the rose bush and Crepe Myrtle where they are. That will make for a nice garden, I thought while gazing at the sloping ground.
Now I’m no spring chicken and what muscles my five foot four body had are pretty well shot but I do the best I can. I dug the trench and aligned the blocks, I carried one heavy cement block at a time and positioned each so they were solidly set, one on top of the other. (I have over 800 to do.)
Do you notice the square cement block sitting in the center? That used to be a cement step outside the basement door. It took a big machine to lift it and place it there. It was the foundation for my Christian birdbath to sit on.
(It’s a non-denominational birdbath so all are welcome) Now I need to move it! No machine, no big men with muscles rippling under shirt sleeves. Just little old me.
For weeks I’ve cried out to the Lord, “Lord help me. I need that moved and I can’t budge it! Do you have some really strong angels who can help me? Please send them.”
With spring in my step and energy level high I am back working on my garden. But another problem arose.
When I had a truck load of dirt delivered I was told my wall would come tumbling down with that amount of dirt to fill the area. I need to make it a 2 tier garden or have to rebuild my wall with rebar, etc. Back to digging, carrying one heavy block at a time, and finally having the first row done I gaze at the not-so-level cement square sitting in the middle of my garden project.
“Lord? Please, please, please. I’ll leave it right where it is but it needs to be level. The front needs to come up and I can’t budge it. Oh God You have to send me a big strong angel!”
I awoke this morning to the sound of crashing, grinding, and the roar of some big truck outside my front door. Peeking out the window to see what is disturbing the peace and quiet, my eyes can’t believe what they’re looking at!
Four big angels, muscles rippling, shovels in hand. Okay so they are road workers doing work along the road in the subdivision. They look like angels to me! I scream thank you Lord, make a mad dash to the bedroom and throw on some clothes. Throwing open the front door my short, fat little legs make a bee line for the biggest angel, with the biggest muscles. I smile brightly looking up at him. Batting my seventy year old eyelashes sweetly, I ask if I can barrow his muscles because I don’t have any.
God cares for even those things that we feel are not important enough to go to Him about. He says to pray about EVERYTHING. I needed muscles! Muscles that could lift the edge of that cement square so I could level it.
GOD ANSWERS EVEN OUR SMALLEST PRAYERS!
“And so I tell you, keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you.” Luke 11:9
Blessings to you.