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We had the opportunity to visit with our daughter at our house this past weekend, who will soon be having a daughter of her very own. While she was here we happened to come across an old box with some of her papers from when she was younger that had something I had written about her when she was only about 3 or 4 years old. Here is the original paper I had hand written those so many years ago.
“She came into our lives as a blessing from above. So tiny, so beautiful. GOD blessed us with our little bundle of love. At first she barely crawled, and now look at her run. At first she could hardly talk. Now look at her; she hardly stops talking! Each day we grow to love her more. Thank you LORD for our little blessing. Thank you LORD for Valerie. Brown eyes, brown hair, and that special warm caring smile.
Each time I look at her, I hear GOD whispering in my ear. Be good to her, and raise her to learn of me. Teach her love, patience, kindness, goodness, mercy, forgiveness, and train her in the way she should go. Teach her right from wrong. Teach her to love others, to give unto others. Look at her now how big she is growing, changing every day. Thank you LORD for our gift from heaven above. May we love her and show her your ways each day. Thank you LORD for our Valerie.”
The picture above is of our daughter Valerie and her own grandfather, my wife’s dad. His name was “Papa” I can’t wait to have a photo taken with my own granddaughter. I know people say it often, but it does seem like only yesterday when our daughter was this age. As a matter of fact, it still seems like only yesterday that I was carrying her to her first bed to lay in after being born in the hospital. As the days pass, I pray that I will be able to be the grandfather that my granddaughter deserves me to be. I pray that I will be able to show her the right road to take too, and that we will have many good years together. If we are together, they can’t help but be good!
I promise again LORD that I will teach her just like I taught her own mother. I will teach her the road to take, right from wrong, to love others, and to give unto others….. and I promise you I will love her every single day!
“What’s Christmastime…. but a time for paying bills without money, a time for finding yourself a year older, and not an hour richer, a time for balancing your books?…. If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with “Merry Christmas:, on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!” so says.. Scrooge in “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens.
But shall we let the story stop there? I say not…. And with that, this is how Scrooge’s nephew replies………. “There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited. I dare say, Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmastime…. as a good time, a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut up hearts freely…. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pockets, I believe it has done me good, and will do me good.”
May you and your family have a very Merry Christmas!
M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S !
M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S!
M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S!!
THE SAVIOR HAS COME!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!
My prayer for you is that Christmas has done you good, and will do you good this year. Someone was born over 2000 years ago that has done us all good and will continue to do us good…. And for that, I am so very, very thankful this Christmastime. May you and your family have a most blessed Christmas!
I know this is a tremendously hard time of year for some who have lost relatives or friends. It can be a time of overpowering sadness and depression, as the thoughts of those who have gone on ahead of them in this life catapult in as a tidal wave of memories that wash their feet out from under them. Try to remember those who are alone this Christmas season, not only from a physical perspective, but from an emotional perspective as well. Show them you care, and let them know it is okay to talk about those who have gone on ahead, and how much their loved ones meant to them, and that they are stilled missed. A gentle pat on the hand, a soft hug, and just being a listener that really cares… goes a long,long way. It is something they need to do, for each time they talk of them, it brings a certain amount of healing. Help them heal.. Gone from our sight… but forever with us… especially at Christmastime.
“I know that one day soon you will have children and a family of your own. I keep praying for that and I know GOD does have a great plan for your future. I hope I have instilled in you a sense of what matters most in life. When I am gone from this earth I hope you will reflect upon the life we have lived together. I hope I will have left something you can hold onto that will last and that you can in some way transfer on to your own children. I hope that you will be able to smile when you think about the times we had together. Never forget that I love you my sweet, sweet daughter. I know I have made some mistakes in my life. I hope most of all that I have made a difference in your life. I know you have made a difference in mine. I love you forever my baby girl!”
This is a part of a letter I wrote a few years ago before my daughter was married; and now she is going to have a baby girl of her own to raise and care for. GOD is good and he does answer our prayers in his perfect timing and in his perfect way! And now, she has a chance to make a difference in the life of her own daughter.
Six year old Tammy Lynn Haynes sits at the feet of her mom building a small tower of blocks, ” Mom, you know I can do near about everything there is to do.” she says.
At 19 years old she says, “Just ask me anything.”
At 41 years old she says, “If it is in my field of work, I know it like the back of my hand.”
At 52 years old, “There is so much knowledge in this great big world that even someone who studies hard can hardly grasp everything there is to know.”
At 71 years old, she says, “You know I have lived a long time and I have come to understand that what I know is small and what I don’t know is very large.”
At 92 years old: ” You know, I have figured out I don’t really know much at all, and I can remember even less than that.”
According to Wikipedia, a paraprosdokian is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect, and sometimes provides an anticlimax.
Take a look at some of these and you can see what I mean….
– Change is inevitable except from a vending machine.
– A bus is a vehicle that runs twice as fast when you are after it as when you are in it.
– You are never too old to learn something stupid.
– Some cause happiness wherever they go. Others whenever they go.
– I used to be indecisive and now I’m not sure.
– Hospitality is making your guests feel like they’re at home even if you wish they were.
– The voices in my head may not be real; but, the have some good ideas!
– Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says “if an emergency, notify:” I put DOCTOR.”
– Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won’t expect it back.
– You don’t need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
– I didn’t say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.
– Why does someone believe you when you say there are 4 billion stars but check when you say the paint is wet?
– Dolphins are so smart that within a few weeks of captivity, they can train people to stand on the very edge of the pool and throw them fish.
– To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.
Sometime, when you’re feeling important!
Sometime, when your ego’s in bloom;
Sometime when you take it for granted
You’re the best qualified in the room;
Sometime when you feel that your going
Would leave a unfillable hole,
Just follow these simple instructions,
And see how it humbles your soul.
Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in it, up to the wrist;
Pull it out, and the hole that’s remaining,
Is a measure of how you’ll be missed.
You may splash all you please when you enter,
You can stir up the water galore,
But stop, and you’ll find in a minute
That it looks quite the same as before.
The moral in this quaint example;
Is do just the best that you can;
And be proud of yourself, but remember
There’s no indispensable man.
Sometimes we may think that we are the best at what we do, but we should always remember to be humble, and that there is always going to be someone who comes along that may be better. I think that’s good advice to just do the best we can and let the cards fall where they land. Doing your best is all you can do, and being too proud of oneself always has a downside in the end.
The Master was searching for a vessel to use
On the shelf there were many – which one would He choose?
“Take me, cried the gold one. “I’m shiny and bright.
“I’m of great value and I do things just right.
My beauty and luster will outshine the rest
And for Someone like You, Master, gold would be best!”
The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;
“I’ll serve You, dear Master, I’ll pour out Your wine
And I’ll be at your table whenever you dine,
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And silver will always compliment You.”
Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass.
It was widemouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.
“Here! Here!” cried the vessel, “I know I will do.
“Place me on Your table for all men to view.”
“Look at me”, called the goblet of crystal so clear,
“My transparency shows my contents so dear,
Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride.
And I’m sure I’ll be happy in Your house to abide.”
The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.
“You may use me, dear Master”, the wooden bowl said.
But I’d rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!”
Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay,
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.
No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.
“Oh! This is the vessel I’ve been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.”
“I need not the vessel with pride of its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor the one who displays his contents so proud;
Nor the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
Just this plain earthly vessel filled with my power and might.”
Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.
Spoke to it kindly, “There’s work you must do,
Just pour out to others as I pour into you.”
Beulah V. Cornwall
My mom recently gave me a copy of this poem the other day which I had never seen before. I wanted to share it with you here if you have never seen it before. What a wonderful description of how GOD wants to use us for his purposes, and how he intends to do it. He wants to use us and for us to give back his blessings and his love that he pours into us. What a great reminder of the loving GOD we have.
My eyes are closed
Lying here in this warm sand
The crashing waves wash the tiny particles of sand covering my feet
The hands of the sun caress my face
The beach birds go about their own daily routine of begging and seeking what may be left behind
In these quiet moments I realize just how good it is to be alive
To sense the wonders of the created but more importantly the creator
The hard days don’t look so hard in moments like these when I stop the world to listen, to feel,
To sense his presence and what matters most of all
As do the days
Yet it is in the moments that we truly live and move and have our being
Fear not what tomorrow may bring but live this day he says
For today is the day I have given you
The world collides like the waves crash the shoreline again, then again, then again
Be still he says
And the waves disappear into the ocean of my vast love and care
Be still and know
Be still and know that he is
Be still and know that he is always
Be still and know that he is always there