Monthly Archives: July 2014

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The Gardener

I have a little garden, hedged in by a wall
Protected from the elements from winter until fall;
Whenever I’ve a little time I like to sit therein
Basking in the sunshine – especially in spring.

I often use my rake and shears to trim and keep it clean
Snipping here and cutting there; weeding in between;
Planting, mowing, trimming, sowing; my work’s never done
Right throughout the seasons and the years the work goes on.

Water is its lifeblood; rain falling from the sky
Without it the plants will simply wither up and die.
During drier seasons I water plants and lawn;
Early every morning; at the break of dawn.

Oh, how lovely and serene; a joy to eyes and soul
A place of wondrous beauty within which I can stroll;
The weeding and the sowing; the toil with rake and shears
Have produced a haven which improved throughout the years.

Our Father has a garden hedged in by heaven’s host
Tended with great love and care by His Holy Ghost.
Each and every moment He is involved therein;
Trimming, weeding, mowing as He cuts away our sin.

Parasitic plants are ripped out by their roots and all;
Rocks and boulders are removed; the big ones and the small.
Weeds replaced by everlasting, useful, fruitful seeds;
Love grows in the place of hate; selfishness and greed.

In its midst a spring of pure and living water flows
To quench the thirst of all the plants which in His garden grow;
Soft rain falling down upon each dry and yearning heart
Desiring to worship and belong to only God.

Throughout the lives of all the souls who truly do belong
The sanctifying work He has begun goes on and on
Teaching us through all the hardships we have to endure;
Causing us to grow in faith and to become mature.

by Belinda van Rensburg

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The Single Sheep

There was a terrible blizzard and it was snowing and snowing all weekend. Sunday morning came and the Pastor saw that the snow had reached his window. He didn’t think anyone would be coming to church this morning, but he felt obliged to go anyway. The pastor fought his way through the icy wind and snow to get next door to the church. He waited in the sanctuary, reading, for ten minutes.

He was about to go when the door opened, and a man staggered through.
” Hello!” said the pastor. “Church will have to be cancelled today. You’re the only one who has come.”The man replied, “Reverend, if you had a big herd of sheep, and only one came home that night to feed, would you still feed him?”

The pastor was amazed and cried, “Yes! I would!” He then was filled with the spirit, and decided to preach the best sermon ever. He talked and talked about all of life’s trials and joys. He referred to passages from Genesis to Job, Psalms to John, Acts to Revelation. He did so with profound excitement and conviction. This went on for a long time.

After the minister had come to his final conclusion, he went down and talked to the other man. ” Did that satisfy you, sir?” he asked happily. The man replied, “Reverend, if you had a herd of sheep and only one came home that night to feed, would you make sure he ate the whole stack of hay!?”

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True Love...

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I loved my husband for his steady nature, and I loved the warm feeling when I leant against his broad shoulders. However, two years into marriage, I had to admit, that I was getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, had now transformed into the ca<a href=”http://glsindia.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Love.jpg”>
</a>use of all my restlessness.

I was a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it came to a relationship. I yearned for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband was my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage had disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. “Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired; there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, deep in thought.

My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who couldn’t even express his predicament! What else could I hope from him? But, finally he asked me: “What can I do to change your mind?”

Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I had started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: “Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you still do it for me?”

He said: “I will give you my answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that went…. “My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further”… This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, and I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city; I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month; I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die… ”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and I continued to read, “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am outside with your favorite bread and fresh milk…”

I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and the loaf of bread….

Now I was very sure that no one would ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies between peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, and it could be the dullest and boring form… flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments…

The Bible says, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” (I Corinthians 13: 4-8) It is upto us to recognize and value this wonderful emotion that God has placed in our lives and thank Him daily for spouses who have put into practice this undying love.

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When Last Did You Hug or Kiss Your Child?

I ran into a stranger as she passed by,
“Oh excuse me please” was my reply.
She said, “Please excuse me too;
I wasn’t watching for you.”
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
“Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
a still small voice came to me and said,
“While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You’ll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise;
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.

“By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
“Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said.
“Are these the flowers you picked for me?”
He smiled, “I found them out by the tree.
I picked them because they’re pretty like you.
I knew you’d like them, especially the blue.”

I said, “Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.
“He said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay.
I love you anyway.”
I said, “Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.”

In our hectic lives and in trying to realise our materialistic ambitions let us not be oblivious to those who are truly near and dear to us. To someone you may mean the world! So…ask yourself, when LAST DID I KISS OR HUG my child??? The Bible says, “Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them.” (Psalm 127:3-5) Let us cherish this wonderful gift that God has blessed us with.

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Be Inspired - Philippians 4:13

Team Hoyt consists of father Dick Hoyt (born June 1, 1940) and son Rick Hoyt (born January 10, 1962), from Holland, Massachusetts, who have competed together in various athletic endeavors, including marathons and Ironman Triathlons. Rick has cerebral palsy and during competition Dick pulls Rick in a special boat as they swim, carries him in a special seat in the front of a bicycle, and pushes him in a special wheelchair as they run. Team Hoyt was inducted to the Ironman Hall of Fame in 2008.

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Paid In Full ( With A Glass Of Milk)

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?” “You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a deed of kindness.” He said, “Then I thank you from my heart.”

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit. Year’s later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.

Dressed in his doctor’s gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case. After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She began to read the following words:

“Paid in full with one glass of milk. Signed, Dr. Howard Kelly.”

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The Old Lady

There was a little old lady who was very spiritual who would step out on her porch every day, raise her arms to the sky and yell,”Praise the Lord”

One day, an atheist bought the house next door to her, and he became very irritated with the spiritual lady. So after a month or so of her yelling, “Praise the Lord” from her porch, he went outside on his porch and yelled back, “There is no Lord.”

Yet, the little old lady continued. One cold, wintry day, when the little old lady couldn’t get to the store, she went out on her porch, raised her hands up to the sky and said, “Help me Lord, I have no more money, it’s cold, and I have no
more food.”

The next morning, she went outside, and there were bags of food on the porch, enough to last her a week. “Praise the Lord,” she yelled.

The Atheist stepped out from the bushes and said, “There is no Lord, ha ha ha, I bought those groceries!”

The little old lady raised her arms to the sky and said, “Praise the Lord, You sent me groceries and you made the Devil pay for them!”

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Christian Living from A to Z

Although things are not perfect

Because of trial or pain

Continue in thanksgiving

Do not begin to blame

Even when the times are hard

Fierce winds are bound to blow

God is forever able

Hold on to what you know

Imagine life without His love

Joy would cease to be

Keep thanking Him for all the things

Love imparts to thee

Move out of “Camp Complaining”

No weapon that is known

On earth can yield the power

Praise can do alone

Quit looking at the future

Redeem the time at hand

Start every day with worship

To “thank” is a command

Until we see Him coming

Victorious in the sky

We’ll run the race with gratitude

Xalting God most high

Yes, there’ll be good times and yes some will be bad, but…

Zion waits in glory…where none are ever sad!

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Scarred for Life

Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.

His mother in the house was looking out the window saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him.

From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go.

A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother’s fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.

The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, “But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn’t let go.” You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, or anything quite so dramatic. But the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go.

In the midst of your struggle, He’s been there holding on to you. The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way.

But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril – and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That’s when the tug-of-war begins – and if you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful. He did not and will not – let you go.

~ Author Unknown ~

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The Quilt

As I faced my Maker at the last Judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives, like the squares of a quilt, in many piles.

An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that was our life.

But as my Angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares were. They were filled with giant holes! Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I had endured, (which were the largest holes of all).

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Others had a tiny hole here and there, other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune.

I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened. My Angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air. Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light and the scrutiny of truth. The others rose each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been.

My Angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn’t had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness, death, and false accusations that took from me my world as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I had spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully; each time offering it up to the Father, in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me. And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it had been.

I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with eyes wide. Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded through the many holes, creating an image.

The face of Christ.

Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said,

“Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you…Welcome Home My Child”

-Author Unknown

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