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Prayers
and Thoughts for Reflection
Oh God, as your love is unconditional, thank you for lifes daily challenges to teach me to give unconditional love in return. Thank you for your grace to teach me compassion and to make me whole. Help me to love others as you love me and to remember that each moment is an opportunity for love. Give me the power to turn every negative situation into one where your light shines through. Thank you for your love for me. Amen Even
to your old age and gray hairs I am God, I am He who will sustain
you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and
I will rescue you. Let
us not love with words or tongue, but with actions and in truth. The
Lord is with you when you are with him, if you seek him, he will be
found by you. Every
person in the world may not become a personage. But every person may
become a personality. The happiest people are those who think the
most interesting thoughts. Interesting thoughts can only live in cultivated
minds. Those who decide to use leisure as a means of mental development,
who love good music, good books, good pictures, good plays at the
theater, good company, good conversation what are they? They
are the happiest people in the world; and they are not only happy
in themselves, they are the cause of happiness in others. Several
years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend
the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was
nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine
home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house. The first
day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare
glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was
quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants.
Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this
kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely. As
the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that
evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband.
He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent
moment. Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was
nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone
had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached
down and picked up the penny. He held it up and smiled, then put it
in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What
need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take
the time to stop and pick it up? Throughout dinner, the entire scene
nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She causally
mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked
if the penny he had found had been of some value. A smile crept across
the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held
it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was
the point of this? "Look at it." He said. "Read what
it says." She read the words "United States of America."
"No, not that; read further." "One cent?" "No,
keep reading." "In God we Trust?" "Yes!"
"And?" "And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy,
even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin, I see that inscription. It
is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to
notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to
trust Him. Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop
to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as
a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least,
I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting
a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are
plentiful!" When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on
the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had
been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change.
I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh. Yes,
God, I get the message. It seems that I have been finding an inordinate
number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful!
And, God is patient. "I
guide you in the way of wisdom and lead you along straight paths.
When you walk, your steps will not be hampered; when you run, you
will not stumble," says the Lord. Gracious God, Safeguard all whom we love in the sanctuary of your love. Thank you for being with me through all my yesterdays. I trust you to hold all my tomorrows in your hand. Thank you for talking to me through coins. Amen The
happiness which brings enduring worth to life is not the superficial
happiness that is dependent on circumstances. It is the happiness
and contentment that fills the soul even in the midst of the most
distressing of circumstances and the most bitter environment. It is
the kind of happiness that grins when things go wrong and smiles through
the tears. The happiness for which our souls ache is one undisturbed
by success or failure, one which will root deeply inside us and give
inward relaxation, peace, and contentment, no matter what the surface
problems may be. That kind of happiness stands in need of no outward
stimulus. Fix
these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols
on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Teach them to your
children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk
along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Write them
on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates. Life
is a flame that is always burning itself out, but it catches fire
again every time a child is born. The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full." The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger. An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In
a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden
box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family,
friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could
hold. Of
all the dear sights in the world, nothing is so beautiful as a child
when it is giving something. Any small thing it gives. A child gives
the world to you. It opens the world to you as if it were a book youd
never been able to read. But when a gift must be found, it is always
some absurd little thing, pasted on crooked . . . an angel looking
like a clown. A child has so little that it can give, because it never
knows it has given you everything. Children
are the most wholesome part of the race, the sweetest, for they are
freshest from the hand of God. Whimsical, ingenious, mischievous,
they fill the world with you and good humor. We adults live a life
of apprehension as to what they will think of us; a life of defense
against their terrifying energy; a life of hard work to live up to
their great expectations. We put them to bed with a sense of relief
and greet them in the morning with delight and anticipation.
We envy them the freshness of adventure and the discovery of life.
In all these ways, children add to the wonder of being alive. In all
these ways, they help to keep us young. Children
are the anchors that hold a mother to life. Thank you Lord, for the everyday gifts we so often take for granted. Thank you for memories. Thank you for the children. Thank you for the freshness and surprises they bring. Guide and direct me so I may reach out to the children in all of us and lead them to you. Amen You, little child, with your shining eyes and dimpled cheeks, you can lead us along the pathway to the more abundant life. We blundering grownups need in our lives the virtues that you have in yours. The
joy and enthusiasm of looking forward to each new day with glorious
expectations of The
vision that sees the world as a splendid place with good fairies,
brave knights, and The
radiant curiosity that finds adventure in simple things; the mystery
of billowy clouds, The tolerance that forgets differences as quickly as your childish quarrels are spent, that holds no grudges, that hates never, that loves people for what they are. The genuineness of being oneself; to be done with sham pretense, and empty show; to be simple, natural, and sincere. The
courage that rises from defeat and tries again, as you with laughing
face rebuild the The believing heart that trusts others, knows no fear, and has faith in a Divine Father who watches over his children from the sky. The contented, trusting mind that at the close of day woos the blessing of childlike slumber. Little
child, we would become like you, that we may find again the Kingdom
of Heaven within our hearts. As
for me and my household, we will serve the Lord. When
God wants a great work done in the world or a great wrong righted,
he goes about it in a very unusual way. He doesn't stir up his earthquakes
or send forth his thunderbolts. Instead, he has a helpless baby born,
perhaps in a simple home and of some obscure mother. And then God
puts the idea into the mothers heart, and she puts it into the
babys mind. And then God waits. The greatest forces in the world
are not the earthquakes and the thunderbolts. The greatest forces
in the world are babies. I
am the Child. I
am the Child. I
am the Child. You
may give them your love but not your thoughts, You
may house their bodies but not their souls, You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward not tarries with yesterday. You
are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. When
13-year-old Bobby Hill, the son of a U.S. Army sergeant stationed
in Italy, read a book about the work of Nobel Prize winner Albert
Schweitzer, he decided to do something to help the medical missionary.
He sent a bottle of aspirin to Lieutenant General Richard C. Lindsay,
commander of the Allied air forces in Southern Europe, asking if any
of his airplanes could parachute the bottle of aspirin to Dr. Schweitzers
jungle hospital in Africa. Upon hearing the letter, an Italian radio
station issued an appeal, resulting in more than $400,000 worth of
donated medical supplies. The French and Italian governments each
supplied a plane to fly the medicines and the boy to Dr. Schweitzer.
The grateful doctor responded, "I never thought a child could
do so much for my hospital." He
comes to us as one unknown, without a name, as of old by the lakeside
he came to those men who knew him not. He speaks to us the same word,
"Follow thou me," and sets us to the tasks which he has
to fulfill for our time. He commands. And to those who obey, whether
they be wise or simple, he will reveal himself in the toils, the conflicts,
the suffering which they shall pass through in his fellowship, and
as an ineffable mystery, they shall learn in their own experience
who he is. You,
O Lord, created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mothers
womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your
works are wonderful, I know that full well. God
sends children to enlarge our hearts, and to make us unselfish and
full of kindly sympathies and affections. How
great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be
called children of God! And that is what we are! If
you believe in something, you support it. If you support something,
the time comes when good wishes and cordial words are not enough and
your hand reaches for your pocketbook. Then the fun begins. For giving
is fun. If you refuse to give, your support is wavering; and if your
support wavers, it cant be that you believe in that something
in any strong way. Maybe our account books, after all, offer the honest
list of those things in which we really believe. Trust
in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. -I
have in my hands two boxes which God gave me to hold. He said, "Put
all your sorrows in the black box, and all your joys in the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes both my joys and sorrows
I stored, but though the gold became heavier each day the black was
as light as before. With curiosity, I opened the black, I wanted to
find out why, and I saw, in the base of the box, a hole which my sorrows
had fallen out by. I showed the hole to God, and mused, "I wonder
where my sorrows could be." He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me." I asked, "God,
why did you give me the boxes, Why the gold, and the black with the
hole?" "My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go." Into
all our lives, in my simple, familiar, homely ways, God infuses this
element of joy from the surprises of life, which unexpectedly brighten
our days, and fill our eyes with light. He drops this added sweetness
into his childrens cup, and makes it to run over. The success
we are not counting on, the blessing we were not trying after, the
strain of music in the midst of drudgery, the beautiful morning picture
or sunset glory thrown in as we pass to or from our daily business,
the unsought word of encouragement or expression of sympathy, the
sentence that meant for us more than a writer or speaker thought
these and a hundred others that everyones experience can supply
are instances of what I mean. I
am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says
to you. Do not fear; I will help you. When
I said, "My foot is slipping," your love, O Lord, supported
me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy
to my soul. Remind
me to take time to study the map God
will not let your foot slip he who O
God, help me to touch someone today
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