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Title: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 14, 2007, 10:35:21 AM
From Chicken Soup for the Single's Soul:


     Have you ever noticed that dining room tables seat six, eight or twelve --not seven, nine or thirteen?  I've been single all my life, usually not thinking much of it.  But on holidays even the place settings conspire against me, rendering a silent rebuke against my single status.
     You can endure holidya dinners two ways if you're single: 1) Bring someone you don't particularly care for; 2) hear the awful words "Pull up an extra eat," a euphemism for either a collapsible chair or one that is too high or too low for the table.  Either strategy leaves you uncomfortable.
     At Thanksgiving two years ago, while my calves cramped from straddling the leg of my brother's dining room table, Aunt Nell took the opportunity to ask for details about my love life, which was seriously lacking at the time.  The event was excruciating.
     Though I enjoy singlehood in the main, there have been times when I've worked myself into a mad frenzy looking for someone to fill a void I thought I couldn't satisfy on my own.  Someone, anyone with a pulse would do.  Over the years, I dated quite a few guys I liked --I was even engaged once, but "till death us to part" seemed a very long time.  I was relieved to be alone again.
     So holidays, expecially with the Aunt Nells of the family leave me a little bereft.  On day, noting my frustration a friend of mine suggested we try something different on the next such holiday.
     "How 'bout you and I go down to a homeless shelter and help out? Then maybe we'll be grateful for what we have," she proposed.
     I had a thousand reasons why this wasn't a good idea, but my friend persisted.  The next Christmas I found myself in an old warehouse, doling out food.
     Never in my life had I seen so many turkeys and rows of pumpkin pies.  Decorations donated by a nearby grocery store created a festive atmosphere that uplifted even my reluctant spirit.  When everyone was fed, I took a tray fand filled a plate with the bountiful harvest.  After a few bits, I knew what everyone was carrying on about; the food was really good.
     My dinner compaions were easy company.  Nobody asked me why I didn't have a date.  People just seemed grateful for a place to sit and enoy a special dinner.  To my surprise, I found I had much in common with my fellow diners.  They were people just like me.
     My experience that Christmas brought me back to the shelter the following year.  I enjoyed helping others so much that I began seeking more opportunities to serve.  I started volunteering for the Literacy Foundation once a week.  I figured I could sit in front of the TV, or I could use those evening hours to help others learn to read.
     Caring for others has abundantly filled the void in my life that Ihad sometimes interpreted as a missing mate.  When I stopped trying so hard to fin in, I realized i was single for a reason and found my own special purpose.
     There is room at the table for a part of one.  And somtimes "just one" is the perfect fit.
by, Vivian Eisenecher


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 15, 2007, 09:12:17 AM
Heirloom

     It had belonged to Great-grandmother and he knew he must be very careful.  The vase was one of mother’s dearest treasures.  She had told him so.
     The vase, placed high on the mantle, was out of the reach of little hands, but somehow he managed.  He just wanted to see if the tiny little rosebud border went all around the back.  He didn’t realize that a boy’s five-year-old hands are sometimes clumsy and not meant to hold delicate porcelain treasures.  It shattered when it hit the floor, and he began to cry.  That cry soon became a sobbing wail, growing louder and louder.  From the kitchen his mother heard her son crying and she came running.  Her footsteps hurried down the hall came around the corner.  She stopped then, looked at him, and saw what he had done. 
     Between his sobs, he could hardly speak the words, “I broke…..the vase.”
     And then his mother gave him a gift.
     With a look of relief, his mother said “Oh, thank heavens, I thought you were hurt!”  And then she held him tenderly until his sobbing stopped.
     She made it very clear –he was the treasure.  Though now a grown man, it is a gift he still carries in his heart.

By Ann Weems
Retold by Alice Gray
From; More Stories for the Heart
     
In Christ,
Grammyluv


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 16, 2007, 09:09:52 AM
When Grown Kids Come to Visit
 
By Erma Bombeck
     
      In earlier days, I was a mother who made her kids pick up their rooms, make their own snacks and put their laundry in the utility room.  Now when they cme home, I put the rules aside.  I am like a concierge looking for a big tip.  I follow them around asking, “Are you hungry?  Can I get you something?  Do you have laundry?”
     I eat when they want to ear, cook their favorite foods just before they tell me they are going out with friends and watch helplessly as they eat their way a pound of baked ham at three in the afternoon.
     On their visit, my life changes.  I have no car.  My washer is set at extra-large and has two socks and a T-shirt in it.  The phone rings constantly and is never for me.
     At the end of their visits, we set aside a day, pack a lunch and head for the airport.  It isn’t until I return home that I sense how orderly my life has become.  I enjoy the quiet.  The TV tuner is rescued from the clothes hamper and is returned to its place on the coffee table.  The empty milk and juice cartons are removed from the refrigerator.  The we towels are put in the washer.  The bathroom is returned to health standards.
     It is my world again.  So why am I crying?

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 17, 2007, 10:18:19 AM
Taking Sides
by Zig Ziglar

A little guy was confronted by three bullies, any one of whom could have obliterated him, and they were giving some evidence that they had that plan in mind.  The little guy was very bright, so he backed away from the three bullies, drew a line in the dirt, backed up a few more steps, looked into the eyes of the biggest of the three, and said, "Now, you just step across that line."  Confidently, the big bully did exactly that, and the little guy just grinned and said, "Now, we're both on the same side."

The reason a dog has so many friends is because he wasgs his tail instead of his tongue.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 18, 2007, 12:05:25 PM
Chicken Soup for the Single's Soul

A Bunch of Violets

     Just out of college, I began working at an upscale gift gallery near San Francisco's Union Square.  After several months, my hurried morning walk to work, past a small flower stand, became routine.  Then one morning, passing tat stand, I felt an overwhelming desire to buy flowers for someone.  I found myself looking intently at different bouquets.  On the bottom shelf there was a nosegay of violets.  Mrs. Cairns, a grey-haired widow who worked at the gallery, came to mind.  I could just see that nosegay on the lavender tweed suit she often wore to work.
     We weren't close friends.  To me she seemed interested only in her job.  I was even a little envious because she always helped the wealthy San Francisco dowagers who came to shop and usually rang up four or five times my sales.  But, I followed my instinct.
     A few minutes later, I saw her standing inside the gallery doors, dressed in her lavender tweed suit.
     Hesitantly, I handed her the nosegay.  "These are for you, Mrs. Cairns."
     There was a second or two of silence before she said, "Know what?"
     Her faded brown eyes teared.  "Today is my wedding anniversay.  My huband passed away years ago, so no I'm the only one who remembers."
     As she pinned on the nosegay, I told her how pleased I was that my impulse purchase happened on her anniversary.
     She took both of my hands.  "But, my dear...I must tell you that I married forty years ago in a small town in Oregon.  It was a cold, winter day and there were no flowers in town, so my wedding bouquet was a nosegay of violets."

by Carol Fannin Rohwedder

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 19, 2007, 08:47:34 AM
Long Range Vision
by Howard Hendricks

     As a boy I loved to wander over to a nearby park and watch the older men play checkers.  One day one of them invited me to play.  At first it looked easy.  I captured one, then another of his checkers.  But then, suddenly, he took one checker and hopped and skipped right across the board to the border and yelled, "King me!"  With that king, he proceeded to wipe me off the board.
     That day I learned about long-range vision.  No one minds losing a few checkers if he's headed for king territory.

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There are no hopeless situations in life...
only men who have grown hopeless about them.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 20, 2007, 10:04:07 AM
Commence Prayer


     The plane was headed for New York--a routine and normally very boring flight.  But this time it proved to be otherwise.
     As they were on their descent pattern, the pilot realized that the landing gear was not engaging.  He messed around with the controls, trying again and again to get the gear to lock into place...without success.  He then asked ground control for instruction.  as the plane circled the landing field, the emergency crew coated the runway with foam and fire trucks and other emergency vehicles moved into position.
     Meanwhile, the passengers were told of each maneuver in that calm, unemotional voice pilots do so well.  Flight attendants glided about the cabin with an air of cool reserve.  Passengers were told to place their heads between their knees and grab their ankles just before impact.  There were tears and few cries of despair...
     Then, with the landing only minutes away, the pilot suddendly announced over the intercom:  "We are beginning our final descent.  At this moment, in accordance with International Aviation Codes established at Geneva, it is my obligation to inform you that if you believe in God you should commence prayer."
     Scout's honor...that's exactly what he said!

by Charles Swindoll


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 21, 2007, 08:35:58 AM
Giving and Receiving

by Billie Davis


     A public school teacher made clear to me the complex ideas of giving and receiving.
     Evidently she noticed something about the way I held the book in reading class and arranged for an eye examination.  She did not send me to a clinic; she took me to her own oculist, not as a charity case but as a friend.  Indeed, I was so intriegued with the activity that I didn not realize exactly what had happened until one day at school she gave me the glasses.
     "I can't take them.  I can't pay for them," I said, embarrassed by my family's poverty.
     She told me a story:  "When I was a child, a neighbor bought glasses for me.  She said I should pay for them someday by getting glasses for some other little girl.  So, you see, the glasses were paid for before you were born."
     Then the teacher said the most welcome words that anyone had ever said to me:  "Someday you will buy glasses for some other little girl."
     She saw me as a giver.  She made me responsible.  She accepted me as a member of the same world she lived in.  I walked out of that room, clutching the glasses, not as a recipient of charity, but as a trusted courier.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 22, 2007, 09:21:27 AM
My thoughts and prayers are with each and everyone of you!



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Have a blessed day!
Grammyluv


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 23, 2007, 10:25:04 AM
Worship and Worry
by Ruth Bell Graham


     It was early in the morning in another country.  Exhausted as I was, I awoke around tree o'clock.  The name of someone I loved dearly flashed into my mind.  It was like an electric shock.
     Instantly I was wide awake.  I knew there would be no more sleep for me the rest of the night.  So I lay there and prayed for the one who was trying hard to run from God.  When it is dark and the imagination runs wild, there are fears only a mother can understand.
     Suddenly the Lord said to me, "Quit studying the problems and start studying the promises."
     Now, God has never spoken to me audibly, but there is no mistaking when He speaks.  So I turned on the light, got out my Bible, and the first verses that came to me were Philippians 4:6-7: "Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.  And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus"
     Suddenly I realized the missing ingredient in my prayers had "with thanksgiving."  So I put down my Bible and spent time worshipping Him for who ans what He is.  This covers more territory than any one mortal can comprehend.  Even contemplating what little we do know dissolves doubts, reinforces faith and restores joy.
     I began to thank God for giving me this one I loved so dearly in the first place.  I even thanked Him for the difficult spots which taught me so much.
     And you know what happened?  It was as if someone turned on the lights in my mind and heart, and the little fears and worries that had been nibbling away in the darkness like mice cockroaches hurriedly scuttled for cover.
     That was when I learned that worship and worry cannot live in the same heart: they are mutually exclusive.

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Fear not tomorrow, for God is already there.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 24, 2007, 08:29:46 AM
From Chicken Soup for the Single's Soul

A Single Long-Stemmed Rose


     "Every day since my husband, Jack Benny, has been gone, the florist has delivered one long-stemmed red rose to my home..." Mary began.  "For the first few weeks, I was in a state of deep mourning.  It never occurred to me to ask who the roses were coming from.
     "I can't begin to exprss the grief I felt.  Jack's loss... Our separation after forty-eight years of complete togetherness...My feelings of utter loneliness, even though I was surrounded by relatives and dear, dear friends who tried to cheer me up.
     "Jack died the day after Christmas. The New Year of 1975 came and went without my noticing it.  I heard of people 'being numb with grief,' but I had never fully understood what those words meant-- not until I went through it myself.
     "It must have been seven or eight weeks before I finally asked the maid who the daily flower was from.  To my surprise, she had no idea.  I called our florist and asked him...
     "He told me quite a while before Jack passed away, he stopped in to send a bouquet of flowers to a friend.  As Jack was leaving, he suddenly turned back and said, 'David, if anything should happen to me, I want you to send my doll a red rose every day...'
     "When the florist finished, I was silent for a moment, and tears started running down my face.  I thanked him and said good-bye."
     Subsequently, Mary learned that Jack had actually included a provision for the flowers in his will.  One perfect red rose was to be delivered to here every day...for the rest of her life.

Mary Livingstone Benny and Hilliard Marks with Marcie Borie

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 25, 2007, 10:46:26 AM
The Pencil Box

by Doris Sanford


     I was deep in thought at my office, preparing a lecture to be given that evening at a college across town, when the phone rang.  A woman I had never met introduced herself and said that she was the mother of a seven-year-old and that she was dying.  She said that her therapist had advised her that discussing her pending death with her son would be too traumatic for him, but somehow that didn't feel right to her.
     Knowing that I worked with grieving children, she asked my advice.  I told her that our heart is often smarter than our brain and that I thought she knew what would be best for her son.  I also invited her to attend the lecture that night since I was speaking about how children cope with death.  She said she would be there.
     I wondered later if I would recognize her at the lecture, but my question was answered when I saw a frail woman being half carried into the room by two adults.  I talked about the fact that children usually sense the truth long before they are told and that they often wait until they feel adults are ready to talk about it before sharing their concerns and questions.  I said that children usually can handle truth better than denial, even though the denial is intended to protect them from pain.  I said that respecting children meant including them in the family sadness, not shutting them out.
     She had heard enough.  At the break, she bobbled to the podium and through her tears she said, "I knew it in my heart.  I just knew I should tell him."  She said that she would tell him that night.
     The next morning I received another phone call from her.  She could hardly talk but I managed to hear the story through her choked voice.  She awakened him when they got home the night before and quietly said, "Derek, I have something to tell you."  He quickly interrupted her saying, "Oh, Mommy, is it now that you are going to tell me that you are dying?"  She held him close and they both sobbed while she said, "Yes."
     After a few minutes the little boy wanted down.  He said that he had something for her that he had been saving.  In the back of one of his drawers was a dirty pencil box.  Inside the box was a letter written in simple scrawl.  It said, "Good-bye, Mom.  I will always love you."
     How long he had been waiting to hear the truth, I don't know.  I do know that two days later Mom died.  In her casket was placed a dirty pencil box and a letter.

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Measure wealth not by the things you have,
but by the things you have for which you
wold not take money.

Anonymous


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 26, 2007, 08:46:22 AM
Heaven

Think of---

Stepping on shore, and finding it Heaven!
Of taking hold of a hand, and finding it Gods's hand.
Of breathing a new air, and finding it celestial air.
Of feeling invigorated, and finding it immortality.
Of passing from storm to tempest to an unbroken calm.
Of waking up, and finding it Home.

Author Unknown

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on November 26, 2007, 09:53:31 AM
Heaven

Think of---

Stepping on shore, and finding it Heaven!
Of taking hold of a hand, and finding it Gods's hand.
Of breathing a new air, and finding it celestial air.
Of feeling invigorated, and finding it immortality.
Of passing from storm to tempest to an unbroken calm.
Of waking up, and finding it Home.

Author Unknown

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AMEN SISTER YVETTE!

What a beautiful way to start the day! I think about going HOME all the time, and I know that CHRIST could RAPTURE HIS CHURCH at any time. Today would be a great day - I'm Ready!

Love In Christ,
Tom

1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 NASB
But we do not want you to be uninformed, brethren, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve as do the rest who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who have fallen asleep in Jesus. For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we shall always be with the Lord. Therefore comfort one another with these words.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 26, 2007, 10:15:59 AM
AMEN SISTER YVETTE!

What a beautiful way to start the day! I think about going HOME all the time, and I know that CHRIST could RAPTURE HIS CHURCH at any time. Today would be a great day - I'm Ready!

Love In Christ,
Tom

1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 NASB
But we do not want you to be uninformed, brethren, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve as do the rest who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who have fallen asleep in Jesus. For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we shall always be with the Lord. Therefore comfort one another with these words.

I am SO ready too Brother Tom!  This old world is getting pretty hard to look at.
Have a blessed day!  I'm on my way out the door to my new job!!
In Christ,
Yvette


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on November 26, 2007, 10:59:03 AM
I am SO ready too Brother Tom!  This old world is getting pretty hard to look at.
Have a blessed day!  I'm on my way out the door to my new job!!
In Christ,
Yvette

Sister Yvette,

I'm very happy for you. Please let us know how things are going. I know this will be a challenge, but I also know that the satisfaction of helping so many is wonderful. You'll be in our prayers.

Love In Christ,
Tom

KEEP LOOKING UP!!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 27, 2007, 08:39:06 AM
Another Chance


     Jonas Salk, the great scientist and the discoverer of the vaccine against polio, understood the concept of being encouraging.  He was once asked, "How does this outstanding achievement, which has effectively brought an end to the word polio in our vocabulary, cause you to view your previous 200 failures?"
     His response (paraphrased) was, "I never had 200 failures in my life.  My family didn't think in terms of failure.  They taught in terms of experiences and what could be learned.  I just made my 201st discovery.  I couldn't have made it without learning from the previous 200 experiences."
     Winston Churchill, too, was raised with encouragement.  He was not intimidated by errors.  When he made one, he simply thought the problem through again.  Someone asked him, "Sir Winston, what in your school experience best perpared you to lead Britain out of her darkest hour?"
     Winston thought a minute and then said, "It was the two years I spent at the same level in high school."
     "Did you fail?"
     "No," replied Winston, "I had two opportunities to get it right."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on November 27, 2007, 01:01:32 PM
Hello Grammyluv,

I think you just spoke volumes that is part of all of our lives. If we didn't make any mistakes, we wouldn't be doing anything. I think that many of the greatest discoveries all involved many trials before success. GOD is the only one who gets it right the first time. I think we can all look back in our lives and see that times of progress were usually after mistakes.

The same is true for the most important thing in our lives - Salvation. We all started out as lost sinners, and knowledge of sin and our need of a SAVIOUR is the first big step toward the LIGHT.

Love In Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 27, 2007, 10:58:23 PM
Hello Grammyluv,

I think you just spoke volumes that is part of all of our lives. If we didn't make any mistakes, we wouldn't be doing anything. I think that many of the greatest discoveries all involved many trials before success. GOD is the only one who gets it right the first time. I think we can all look back in our lives and see that times of progress were usually after mistakes.

The same is true for the most important thing in our lives - Salvation. We all started out as lost sinners, and knowledge of sin and our need of a SAVIOUR is the first big step toward the LIGHT.

Love In Christ,
Tom

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I can't help but to have some envy for how these two were raised.  As was mentioned in posts, "words are powerful".  They build up or they can literally destroy.
I was raised believing that I was too stupid to hold a pencil.  I believed it for many years and didn't do well in school early on.  I made a big turn around in high school when I finally realized that I wasn't stupid at all.  And then went on to community college after that.
With my grandson, I encourage him in everything he does and I tell him he is smart and good.  Children thrive on that and in turn strive for higher goals. If a mistake is made; it's not the end of the world.  It's called "learning".


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 28, 2007, 08:35:05 AM
The Artist
author unknown

     When Leonardo da Vinci had painted his immortal "Last Supper", he asked a friend for an evaluation.  The friend heaped superlatives on the masterpiece and especially praised the wine cup by the Lord's hand.  At that point, Leonardo blotted out the cup.  "Nothing", he was said to have answered, "should distract one's attention from the Lord."



His Eye Is On The Sparrow

Whenever I am tempted,
whenever clouds arise,
when song gives place to sighing,
when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him,
from care he sets me free....
for His eye is on the sparrow,
and I know He watches me.

Civilla D. Martin

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on November 28, 2007, 09:22:51 AM
The Artist
author unknown

     When Leonardo da Vinci had painted his immortal "Last Supper", he asked a friend for an evaluation.  The friend heaped superlatives on the masterpiece and especially praised the wine cup by the Lord's hand.  At that point, Leonardo blotted out the cup.  "Nothing", he was said to have answered, "should distract one's attention from the Lord."



His Eye Is On The Sparrow

Whenever I am tempted,
whenever clouds arise,
when song gives place to sighing,
when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him,
from care he sets me free....
for His eye is on the sparrow,
and I know He watches me.

Civilla D. Martin

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Amen Sister Yvette!

This is beautiful, but it also involves a profound TRUTH in the lives of every Christian. Our worst times are when JESUS CHRIST isn't the central focus of our lives. Our best times, regardless of circumstances, is when JESUS CHRIST is FIRST and GOD is the CORE concern for everything that we do and say.

Love In Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 01, 2007, 09:08:24 AM
Running Away
by Christopher de Vinck

     I had finally had it.  The children were loud, cranky, impossible.  I was tired and fed up.  I decided that I was going to fun away from it all and have a day just for me.  I wanted to spoil myself.  I wanted to have a day in which I did just what I wanted to do.  I was going to live it up and be as greedy as I pleased.  I wasn't going to tend to anyone except myself.
     I zoomed out of the house with fifty dollars.  There!  I did it! I said to myself as I drove to the highway and headed north.
     Well, I drove to a mall and had a wild time in a bookstore and bought the collected poems of Walt Whitman.  After that I drove to a McDonald's and ordered two hamburgers, my own large fries, and my own large soda.  I ate everything without being interrupted, without giving my pickle to anyone, without wiping someone's mouth, nose, lap.  Then I bought the biggest chocolate ice cream I could find.
     I was free.  I was out of town, so I drove to a movie theater and watched a movie without buying popcorn, without someone sitting on my lap, without escorting someone to the bathroom.  I was a free man.  I was living it up.  And I was miserable.
     By the time I had returned home, everyone was asleep.  As I slipped into bed, my wife whispered, "We missed you."
     "Me, too," I answered.  I never ran away from home again.

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My own personal note:  While taking time for yourself can be a good and healthy thing, make sure your attitude and motivations are in right standing.  ;)

In Christ,
Grammyluv


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 02, 2007, 04:03:58 PM
The Bells Are Ringing
by James Dobson

     A nurse with whom I worked, Gracie Schaeffler, had taken care of a five year old lad during the latter days of his life.  He was dying of lung cancer...
     This little boy had a Christian mother who loved him and stayed by his side through the long ordeal.  She cradled him on her lap and talked softly about the Lord.  Instinctively, the woman was preparing her son for the final hours to come.  Gracie told me that she entered his room one day as death approached, and she heard this lad talking about hearing bells ringing.
     "The bells are ringing, Mommy," he said.  "I can hear them."
     Gracie thought he was hallucinating because he was already slipping away.  She left and returned a few minutes later and again heard him talking about hearing bells ring.
     The nurse said to his mother, "I'm sure you know your baby is hearing things that aren't there.  He is hallucinating because of the sickness."
     The mother pulled her son closer to her chest, smiled and said, "No, Mrs. Schaeffler.  He is not hallucinating.  I told him when he was frightened- when he couldn't breathe- if he would listen carefully, he could hear the bells of heaven ringing for him.  That is what he's been talking about all day.
     That precious child died on his mother's lap later that evening, and he was still talking about the bells of heaven when the angels came to take him...

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 03, 2007, 09:13:04 AM
It's More Than a Job
by Charles Swindoll

     A young fella rushed into a service station and asked the manager if he had a pay phone.  The manager nodded, "Sure, over there."  The boy pushed in a couple of coins, dialed, and waited for an answer.  Finally, someone came on the line.  "Uh, sir," he said in a deep voice, "could you use an honest, hardworking young man to work for you?"  The station manager couldn't help overhearing the question.  After a moment or two the boy said, "Oh, you already have an honest, hardworking young man?  Well, okay.  Thanks just the same."
     With a broad smile stretched across hes face, he hung up the phone and started back to his car, humming and obviously elated.  "I couldn't help but hear your conversation.  Why are you so happy?  I thought the guy said he already had somebody and didn't need you?"  The young man smiled.  "Well, you see, I am the honest, hardworking young man.  I was just checking up on my job!"

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 04, 2007, 08:36:50 AM
Are All The Children In?

author unknown

I think of ties as the night draws nigh
Of an old house on the hill,
Of a yard all wide and blossom-starred
Where the children played at will

And when deep night at last came down,
Hushing the merry din,
Mother would look all around and ask,
"Are all the children in?"

'Tis many and many a year since then,
And the old house on the hill
No longer echoes childish feet
And the yard is still, so still.

But I see it all as the shadows creep,
And tho' many the years have been
Since then, I can hear my mother ask,
"Are all the children in?"

I wonder if, when those shadows fall
On the last short earthly day,
When we say good-bye to the world outside,
All tired of our childish play,

When we meet the Lover of boys and girls
Who dies to save them from sin,
Will we hear Him ask as Mother did,
"Are all the children in?"

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on December 04, 2007, 09:19:29 AM
Are All The Children In?

author unknown

I think of ties as the night draws nigh
Of an old house on the hill,
Of a yard all wide and blossom-starred
Where the children played at will

And when deep night at last came down,
Hushing the merry din,
Mother would look all around and ask,
"Are all the children in?"

'Tis many and many a year since then,
And the old house on the hill
No longer echoes childish feet
And the yard is still, so still.

But I see it all as the shadows creep,
And tho' many the years have been
Since then, I can hear my mother ask,
"Are all the children in?"

I wonder if, when those shadows fall
On the last short earthly day,
When we say good-bye to the world outside,
All tired of our childish play,

When we meet the Lover of boys and girls
Who dies to save them from sin,
Will we hear Him ask as Mother did,
"Are all the children in?"

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AMEN SISTER YVETTE!

This is beautiful. Our Loving HEAVENLY FATHER does care about HIS Children. We are safe and secure in HIS Mighty Hands. HE'S not willing to lose a single one of us. We will hear HIS Voice and follow HIM for Eternity.

Love In Christ,
Tom

John 10:27-30 NASB
"My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me; and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand. "My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father's hand. "I and the Father are one."


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 04, 2007, 09:36:34 AM
AMEN SISTER YVETTE!

This is beautiful. Our Loving HEAVENLY FATHER does care about HIS Children. We are safe and secure in HIS Mighty Hands. HE'S not willing to lose a single one of us. We will hear HIS Voice and follow HIM for Eternity.

Love In Christ,
Tom

John 10:27-30 NASB
"My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me; and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand. "My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father's hand. "I and the Father are one."

I love this verse and thanks!  By the way, thanks for stopping by and signing my guest!  That was a delightful surprise!  BTW....I kept your email address.  Hope you don't mind.  If you do, I will delete it.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on December 04, 2007, 11:07:59 AM
I love this verse and thanks!  By the way, thanks for stopping by and signing my guest!  That was a delightful surprise!  BTW....I kept your email address.  Hope you don't mind.  If you do, I will delete it.

Sister Yvette,

You are most welcome to keep my email address. In fact, I would love to hear from you from time to time. Your web site really is quite beautiful, and I enjoyed it. My site is down since I changed Internet Service Providers, but I've been wanting to change things for a long time anyway. I'm working on the raw material for a new site right now. I won't get excited about this until most of the work is done, and I'm much slower than I used to be. I think it has something to do with symptoms of Senioritis.   ;)

Love In Christ,
Tom

1 Corinthians 3:11-15 NASB
For no man can lay a foundation other than the one which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. Now if any man builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw, each man's work will become evident; for the day will show it because it is to be revealed with fire, and the fire itself will test the quality of each man's work. If any man's work which he has built on it remains, he will receive a reward. If any man's work is burned up, he will suffer loss; but he himself will be saved, yet so as through fire.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 05, 2007, 08:29:23 AM
I think it has something to do with symptoms of Senioritis.   ;)

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 05, 2007, 08:37:59 AM
Bouquet

by David Seamands

     Someone once asked Corrie ten Boom how she could possibly handle all the compliments and praise that were constantly heaped upon her, without becoming proud.  She said she looked at each compliment as a beautiful long stemmed flower given to her.  She smelled it for a moment and then put it into a vase with the others.  Each night, just before retiring, she took the beautiful bouquet and handed it over to God saying, "Thank you, Lord, for letting me smell the flowers; they all belong to you."  She had discovered the secret to genuine humility.

If you're headed in the wrong direction,
God allows U-Turns.

From a bumper sticker

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 06, 2007, 09:32:51 AM
Gift of Love

by James Dobson

     Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his three year old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper.  Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.  Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."  He was embarrassed by his earlier over-reaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty.
     He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside of it?"
     The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty.  I blew kisses in the box.  I filled it with my love.  All for you, Daddy."
     The father was crushed.  He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her for forgiveness.  My friend told me that he kept that gold box by his bed for years.  Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember thelove of the child who had put it there.
     In a very real sense, each of us as parents has been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children.  There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 07, 2007, 09:28:15 AM
Perspective

by Marilyn McAuley

     A little girl was visiting her grandmother in the country.  One evening they sat and enjoyed the panorama of stars in the heavens.  Such sparkling brilliance the little girl hadn't seen, living in the city with all the lights.  She was in awe of the beauty and said to her grandmother, "If heaven is so beautiful on the wrong side, what must it be like on the right side?"


Opportunity

When one door closes, another opens
but we often look so long and so regretfully
upon the closed door
that we do not see the one which
has opened for us.

Alexander Graham Bell

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 08, 2007, 08:07:55 AM
Saving the Broken Pieces

     At the Royal Palace of Tehran in Iran, you can see one of the most beautiful mosiac work in the world.  The ceilings and walss flash like diamonds in multifaceted reflections.
     Originally, when the palace was designed, the architect specified huge sheets of mirrors on the walls.  When the first shipment arrived from Paris, they found to their horror that the mirrors were shattered.  The contractor threw them in the trash and brought the sad news to the architect.
     Amazingly, the archtect ordered alll of the broken pieces collected, then smashed them into tiny pieces and glued them to the walls to become a mosaic of silvery, shimmering, mirrored bits of glass.
     Broken to become beautiful!  It's possible to turn your scars ito stars.  It's possible to be better because of the brokenness.  It is extremely rare to find in the great museums of the world objects of antiquity that are unbroken.  Indeed, some of the most precious pieces in the world are only fragments that remain a hallowed reminder of a glorious past.
     Never underestimate God's power to repair and restore.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 08, 2007, 08:10:02 AM
Saving the Broken Pieces

     At the Royal Palace of Tehran in Iran, you can see one of the most beautiful mosiac work in the world.  The ceilings and walss flash like diamonds in multifaceted reflections.
     Originally, when the palace was designed, the architect specified huge sheets of mirrors on the walls.  When the first shipment arrived from Paris, they found to their horror that the mirrors were shattered.  The contractor threw them in the trash and brought the sad news to the architect.
     Amazingly, the architect ordered all of the broken pieces collected, then smashed them into tiny pieces and glued them to the walls to become a mosaic of silvery, shimmering, mirrored bits of glass.
     Broken to become beautiful!  It's possible to turn your scars into stars.  It's possible to be better because of the brokenness.  It is extremely rare to find in the great museums of the world objects of antiquity that are unbroken.  Indeed, some of the most precious pieces in the world are only fragments that remain a hallowed reminder of a glorious past.
     Never underestimate God's power to repair and restore.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 09, 2007, 10:29:00 AM
Angels Among Us
author unknown

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on
Colorado Blvd. , and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I
barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would
not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the
tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a
woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it looked like she
slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she
was okay.

When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than
that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with
dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and
I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the
ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car
seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept
saying "don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other side of
the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things
were very hard for her right now. So I asked, "And you were praying?" That
made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a
crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she
could fill up her car completely, and while it was fuelling, walked to the
next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates
for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the
car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and
talking a little.

She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend left
2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she
wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had
finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years.
They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to
get on her feet there.

So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they
were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to
live there.

I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for
safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you
like an angel or something?"

This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels
are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course,
you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home
with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...

Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."

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When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, "Jesus, could you please
get that for me ".


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 09, 2007, 10:38:04 AM
Interview With God

http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/ (http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/)

Here is an extra treat this morning!  You will have to go to the link yourselves and the viewing will take 60 seconds.  However it will be well worth it and the experience will be unforgettable.  You will probably want to copy the link for yourself and email it to friends and family!

In Christ,
Grammyluv!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on December 09, 2007, 07:21:25 PM
Hello Grammyluv,

THANKS! Sister Yvette - that was beautiful. Chicken Soup is also beautiful.

Love in Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 10, 2007, 11:43:45 AM
Hello Grammyluv,

THANKS! Sister Yvette - that was beautiful. Chicken Soup is also beautiful.

Love in Christ,
Tom

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Thanks Brother Tom!  I was wondering where you've been?


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 10, 2007, 12:10:22 PM
Real Treasure
by Robin Jones Gunn

     We went to Open House tonight at the public elementary school.  When Rachel's teacher met us, her eyebrows seemed to elevate slightly.  She spoke kindly of our first grader but said she had some concerns.  She then invited us to look at the artwork; we would see what she meant.
     Dozens of brown paper treasure chests were tacked to the bulletin board.  Each had a barreled top attached with a brad.  On the front was printed, "A Real Treasure Would Be..."  We walked over and began opening the lids to find Rachel's treasure and see why it so concerned the teacher.
     As we peeked into each chest, we saw TV's and Nintendos, a few genies, heaps of gold coins, and a unicorn.  Rachel's chest was in the very bottom corner.  We had to stoop to open it.  Inside, our daughter had drawn Christ, hanging on a cross with red drops of blood shaped like hearts dripping from his hands.  She had completed the sentence, "A Real Treasure Would Be...Jesus."
     "Do you see my concern?" the teacher asked, her arms folded across her chest.
     "Yes," my husband agreed, "I see what you mean.  The J is backwards, isn't it?"

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on December 11, 2007, 08:32:41 AM
Thanks Brother Tom!  I was wondering where you've been?

Sister Yvette,

I've been down with my back. I don't want to complain, and I think that I'm getting better.

Love In Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 11, 2007, 07:39:30 PM
I apololigize ya'll, that I wasn't able to post here today.  I hope you will stay tuned for tomorrow's posting!

Brother Tom, I'm sorry to hear your back is bothering you again.  You are in my prayers.  ;)


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on December 11, 2007, 08:10:24 PM
Sister Yvette,

You are in my prayers also for more than just the new job. Many people in your area of the country have had a really hard time with weather and resulting disasters. I know there were huge mud slides in Oregon today from recent rains. In fact, people in many areas of the country are having hard times. Most of the really bad ice storm missed my part of Oklahoma, but many people in this part of the country are without electricity. Realistically, Christians around the world need our prayers. Thankfully, our Gracious GOD loves to hear our prayers.

Love In Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 12, 2007, 09:34:32 AM
Brother Tom,
So far, so good here in the Seattle area.  I heard about the ice storm in Oklahoma yesterday and immediately thought of you.  It sounded like it was headed PR's way?  It is definitely cold here.  I about freeze taking the bus late at night to get home.  So much for global warming, uh?
And yes, Christians everywhere need prayers.  The world is so uncertain now.  I wish more would see that truth and come racing to our Lord.

In Christ,
Yvette


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 12, 2007, 09:41:58 AM
Calm in the Storm
by Ron Mehl

     A woman caught in a frightening storm in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean had kept all the little children on board from panicking by telling Bible stories.  After finally reaching the dock safely, the ship's captain approached the woman, whom he had observed in the midst of the tempest.
     "How were you able to maintain your calm when everyone feared the ship would sink in this storm?" the captain asked.  As she looked up, he noted the same quiet peace in her eyes that she had maintained throughout the journey.
     "I have two daughters," explained the Christan woman.  "One of them lives in New York.  The other lives in heaven.  I knew I would see one or the other of my daughters in a few hours.  And it really didn't matter to me which one."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 13, 2007, 09:37:32 AM
Too Busy
by Ron Mehl

     I'll never forget the day I looked out of our living room and saw Mark, our youngest, walking home from school in the driving rain.  Mark was in third grade, and he was allowed to ride his bike to his grade school, located right within our sub-division.  I happened to home from the church early that day, and I was sitting in an easy chair by the window.  I looked outside at the pouring rain ans saw my boy in the distance, trudging his way through the downpour.  His clothing was absolutely drenched and his hair was plastered against his head.  I hopened the door for him, and he looked up at me with a little smile, his face red from the cold.
     "Hi Dad!" he said.  "You're home early."
     "Hi son," I replied.  "You're soaked to the skin."
     "Yeah, I know."
     "Umm, Mark, you know, if you'd ride your bike you'd get home faster.  You wouldn't get so wet."
     He looked at me rather sheepishly as rivulets of rain streamed from his hair down across his face.  "I know, Dad."
     I was puzzled.  "Well, Son, if you know, why in the world didn't you do it?"
     Then he hung his head, just a bit, and it hit me.  Boy, did I feel like crawling under a table and hiding for a while.  He had told me several times before that his bike had a flat tire.  He had asked me, "Dad, could you please fix it for me?"
     "Sure, Son," I'd promised him.  "Don't worry.  I'll get after it right away."  But I never did.  I'd forgotten all about it.
     As he stood there in the entryway, dripping and shivering, he could have said, "I couldn't ride my bike today because someone promised me he'd fix it and never did."  He would have had every right to say that.  But he didn't.  What he did say remains printed indelibly on this dad's heart.
     "Aw, Dad, I know how busy you are and everything, and --I just didn't want to bother you with it again."
     I thought, Son, your dad isn't too busy; he's just too selfish.
     For me, a bike tire was no big deal --just one more thing on a long "to do" list.  But for Mark, it meant more than transportation.  It meant more than a long walk home in the rain.  It meant trusting his father to meet his every need.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 14, 2007, 11:09:57 AM
Papa's Sermon
Author Unknown

     Busy in his study, a minister was preparing his sermon for the coming Sunday.  He reached to the shelf at his side for a book, and then remembered that he had left it downstairs.  His little daughter was playing in the bedroom, and he called her.  She came, running, eager and delighted at the throught that Papa needed her.  He explained carefully where she could find the book, and she went gladly, returning in a moment with a book which he saw at a glance was the wrong one.  But he hardly looked at the book as he took it and laid it on the table.  He looked only at the eager face of his daughter, wreathed in smiles.  Gathering her close to his heart, he kissed her and said, "Thank you, darling."  And when she had gone back happy and contented to her play he went quietly for the book he needed.  I think I should like to listen to the sermons that man would preach.

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Fitting Description

There are many ways to measure success;
not the least of which is the way your child describes you
when talking to a friend.

author unknown.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 15, 2007, 11:06:05 AM
A Street Vendor Named Contentment
by Max Lucado

     Ahhh...an hour of contentment.  A precious moment of peace.  A few minutes of relaxation.  Each of us has a setting in which contentment pays a visist.
Early in the morning while the coffee is hot and everyone else is asleep.
Late at night as you kiss your six-year-old's sleepy eyes.
In a boat on a lake when memeories of a life well-lived are vivid.
In the companionship of a well-worn, dog-eared, even tear-stained Bible.
In the arms of a spouse.
At Thanksgiving dinner or sitting near the Christmas tree.
     An hour of contentment.  An hour when deadlines are forgotten and strivings have ceased...
     But unfortunately, in our squirrel cages of schedules, contests, and side-glancing, hours like these are about as common as one-legged monkeys.  In our wourld, contentment is a strange street vendor, roaming, looking for a home, but seldom finding an open door.  This old salesmans moves slowly from hours to hourse, tapping on windows, knocking on doors, offering his wares: an hour of peace, a smile of acceptance, a sigh of relief.  But his goods are seldom taken.  We are too busy to be content...
     "Not now, thank you.  I've too much to do," we say.  "Too many marks to be made, too many achievements to be achieved, too many dollars to be saved, too many promotions to be earned.  And besides, if I'm content, someone might think I've lost my ambition."
     So the street vindor named Contentment moves on.

     My list of things was, for the most part, undone.  My responsibilities were just as burdensome as ever.  Calls to be made.  Letters to be written.  Checkbooks to be balanced.
     But a funny thing happened on the way to the rat race that made me slip into neutral.  Just as I got my sleeves rolled up,, just as the old engine was starting to purr, just as I was getting up a good head of steam, my infant daughter, Jenna, needed to be held.  She had a stomachache.  Mom was in the bath so it fell to Daddy to pick her up.
     She's three weeks old today.  At first I started trying to do things with one hand and hold her with the other.  Your're smiling.  You've tried that too?  Just when I realized that it was impossible, I also realized that it was not at all what I was wanting to do.
     I sat down and held her tight little tummy against my chest.  She began to relax.  A big sigh escaped her lungs.  Her whimpers became gurgles.  She slid down my chest until her little ear was right on top of my heart.  That's when her arms went limp and she fell asleep.
     And that's when the street vendor knocked at my door.
     Good-bye, schedule.  See you later, routing. Come back tomorrow, deadlines...hello Contentment, come on in.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: Def on December 15, 2007, 04:11:16 PM
A Street Vendor Named Contentment
by Max Lucado

     Ahhh...an hour of contentment.  A precious moment of peace.  A few minutes of relaxation.  Each of us has a setting in which contentment pays a visist.
Early in the morning while the coffee is hot and everyone else is asleep.
Late at night as you kiss your six-year-old's sleepy eyes.
In a boat on a lake when memeories of a life well-lived are vivid.
In the companionship of a well-worn, dog-eared, even tear-stained Bible.
In the arms of a spouse.
At Thanksgiving dinner or sitting near the Christmas tree.
     An hour of contentment.  An hour when deadlines are forgotten and strivings have ceased...
     But unfortunately, in our squirrel cages of schedules, contests, and side-glancing, hours like these are about as common as one-legged monkeys.  In our wourld, contentment is a strange street vendor, roaming, looking for a home, but seldom finding an open door.  This old salesmans moves slowly from hours to hourse, tapping on windows, knocking on doors, offering his wares: an hour of peace, a smile of acceptance, a sigh of relief.  But his goods are seldom taken.  We are too busy to be content...
     "Not now, thank you.  I've too much to do," we say.  "Too many marks to be made, too many achievements to be achieved, too many dollars to be saved, too many promotions to be earned.  And besides, if I'm content, someone might think I've lost my ambition."
     So the street vindor named Contentment moves on.

     My list of things was, for the most part, undone.  My responsibilities were just as burdensome as ever.  Calls to be made.  Letters to be written.  Checkbooks to be balanced.
     But a funny thing happened on the way to the rat race that made me slip into neutral.  Just as I got my sleeves rolled up,, just as the old engine was starting to purr, just as I was getting up a good head of steam, my infant daughter, Jenna, needed to be held.  She had a stomachache.  Mom was in the bath so it fell to Daddy to pick her up.
     She's three weeks old today.  At first I started trying to do things with one hand and hold her with the other.  Your're smiling.  You've tried that too?  Just when I realized that it was impossible, I also realized that it was not at all what I was wanting to do.
     I sat down and held her tight little tummy against my chest.  She began to relax.  A big sigh escaped her lungs.  Her whimpers became gurgles.  She slid down my chest until her little ear was right on top of my heart.  That's when her arms went limp and she fell asleep.
     And that's when the street vendor knocked at my door.
     Good-bye, schedule.  See you later, routing. Come back tomorrow, deadlines...hello Contentment, come on in.

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Hello grammyluv
     The Secret of Love
As the Lord was creating the world
He called upon His archangels.
The Lord asked His archangels to help
him decide where to put the Secret of Life.

"Bury it in the ground," one angel replied.
"Put it on the bottom of the sea," said another.
"Hide it in the mountains," another suggested.

The Lord replied,"If I see to do any of those
only a few will find the Secret of Life.
The Secret of Life must be accessible to
EVERYONE!"

One angel replied," I know: put it in each
man's heart.
Nobody will think to look there."
"Yes!" said the Lord."Within each man's heart."
And so it was­­­­---
The SECRET OF LIFE lies within all of us.
                                           Author Unknown
Love in Jesus Def(';')


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 15, 2007, 09:26:19 PM
Hello grammyluv
     The Secret of Love
As the Lord was creating the world
He called upon His archangels.
The Lord asked His archangels to help
him decide where to put the Secret of Life.

"Bury it in the ground," one angel replied.
"Put it on the bottom of the sea," said another.
"Hide it in the mountains," another suggested.

The Lord replied,"If I see to do any of those
only a few will find the Secret of Life.
The Secret of Life must be accessible to
EVERYONE!"

One angel replied," I know: put it in each
man's heart.
Nobody will think to look there."
"Yes!" said the Lord."Within each man's heart."
And so it was­­­­---
The SECRET OF LIFE lies within all of us.
                                           Author Unknown
Love in Jesus Def(';')

I like that very much!  Thank you Def!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 16, 2007, 12:08:03 PM
Gossip
by Billy Graham

    There is story of a woman in England who came to her vicar with a troubled conscience.  The vicar knew her to be an habitual gossip --she maligned nearly everyone in the village.
     "How can I make amends?" she pleaded.  The vicar said, "If you want to make peace with your conscience, take a bag of goose feathers and drop one on the porch of each one you have slandered."
     When she had done so, she came back to the vicar and said, "Is that all?"  "No," said the wise old minister, "you must go now and gather up every feather and bring them all back to me."
     After a lone time the woman returned without a single feather.  "The wind has blown them all away."  she said.  "My good woman," said the vicar, "so it is with gossip.  Unkind words are easily dropped, but we can never take them back again."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 17, 2007, 10:54:18 AM
A Tender Warrior
by Stu Weber

     What does a healthy man look like?  I can't help but recall a statement from a young man who lives near us--- a sixteen-year-old high school sophomore.  His parents divorced when he was eight years old.  His father left and has never returned.  His stepdad, a tyrannical and poor excuse for a man, treats him poorly.  Tells him to "shut up" all the time.  Tells him he's worthless, stupid, and will never amount to anything.
     But just ask the boy about his dream and his eyes will light up.  This is what he'll tell you:  "I'd like to find out where my real dad lives.  And I'd like to move in next door without him knowing who I was.  And---I'd like to just become his friend.  Once I had become his friend, then maybe it would be OK for me to move on."
     This same young man who has had all kinds of difficulty in his life was asked to write an essay on the subject, "What is a man?"  The following is his brief essay---written by a boy who has never really been around a man, never really seen one.  But I think there is something so inherent, so ingrained, so intrinsic, so fundamental, that even a young boy who has never seen it modeled can put it into words.  Here's what he wrote:
A real man is kind.
A real man is caring.
A real man walks away from silly macho fights.
A real man helps his wife.
A real man helps his kids when they are sick.
A real man doesn't run from his problems.
A real man sticks to his word and keeps his promises.
A real man is honest.
A real man is not in trouble with the law.

     It's one lonely boy's vision of a man who stays.  A man who is both in authority and under authority.
     It's a vision of a Tender Warrior.

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Character is what you are in the dark.

Dwight L. Moody


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 18, 2007, 11:01:54 AM
The Mender
by Ruth Bell Graham

     He had built for himself a great house on one of the Caribbean islands.  It is a thing to behold.  Tall rusty iron columns, collected and resurrected with an ingenious homemade device.  The Great House is a masterpiece of salvaged materials.
     A collector and seller of scrap metal as well as antiques, he was also fascinated with broken bits and pieces of china dug from his front yard.  His friends, John and June Cash, laughingly remarked it was the first time they had heard of a yard sale where the man had sold the yard itself.  Carefully he fitted and glued the pieces together.  Few ever came out whole.  They remained simply a collection of one who cared.
     When I expressed interest, he gave me a blue-and-white plate, carefully glued together--pieces missing.
     "You remind me of God," I said.  By the look on his face, I knew I had shocked him, and I hurriedly explained.
     "God pieces back broken lives lovingly.  Sometimes a piece is irretrievably lost.  But still He gathers what He can and restores us."


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Faith is...
Remembering
I am God's
priceless treasure
when I feel
utterly worthless

Pamela Reeve


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 19, 2007, 12:11:48 PM
Don't Forget What Really Matters
adapted from Paul Harvey

     Carl Coleman was driving to work one morning when he bumped fenders with another motorist.
     Both cars stopped, and the woman driving the other car got out to survey the damage.
     She was distraught.  It was her fault, she admitted, and hers was a new car, less than two days from the showroom.  She dreaded facing her husband.
     Coleman was sympathetic; but he had to pursue the exchange of license and registration data.
     She reached into her glove compartment to retrieve the documents in an envelope.
     On the first paper to tumble out, written in her husband's distinctive hand, were these words:
     In case of accident, remember, Honey, it's you I love, not the car"

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 20, 2007, 10:59:56 AM
Words for Your Family
by Gary Smalley & John Trent

I'm proud of you.
Way to go!
Bingo!  You did it!
Magnificent.
I knew you could do it.
What a good helper.
You're very special to me.
I trust you.
What a tresure.
Hurray for you!
Beautiful work.
You're a real trooper.
Well done.
That's so creative.
You make my day.
You're a joy.
Give me a big hug.
You're such a good listener.
You figured it out.
I love you.
You're so responsible.
You remembered.
You're the best.
You sure tried hard.
I've got to hand it to you.
I couldn't be prouder of you.
You light up my day.
My buttons are popping off!
I'm praying for you.
You're wonderful.
I'm behind you.

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Fair Exchange

Let the wiife make the husband glad to come home, and let him
make her sorry to see him leave.

Martin Luther


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 21, 2007, 11:40:43 AM
Behind the Quick Sketch
by Joni Eareckson Tada

     My are instructor, an excellent craftsman, told me a compelling story about the benefits of diligent work.
     Many years ago there was a famous Japanese artist named Hokusai, whose paintings were coveted by royalty.  One day a nobleman requested a special painting of his prized bird.  He left the bird with Hokusai, and the artist told the nobleman to return in a week.
     The master missed his beautiful bird, and was anxious to return at the end of the week, not only to secure his favorite pet, but his painting as well.  When the nobleman arrived, however, the artist humbly requested a two-week postponement.
     The two-week delay stretched into two months----and then six.
     A year later, the nobleman stormed into Hokusai's studio.  He refused to wait any longer and demanded both his bird and his painting.  Hokusai, in the Japanese way, bowed to the nobleman, turned to his workshop table, and picked up a brush and a large sheet of rice paper.  Within moments he had effortlessly painted and exact likeness of the lovely bird.
     The bird's owner was stunned by the painting.
     And then he was angry.  "Why did you keep me waiting for a year if you could have done the painting in such a short time?"
     "You don't understand," Hokusai replied.  Then he escorted the nobleman into a room where the walls were covered with paintings of the same bird.  None of them, however, matched the grace and beauty of the final rendering...
     This must also be true of the canvas of our lives.... If we want to have something of real worth and lasting value in our character, it won't come easy.
     It never does.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 23, 2007, 01:22:40 PM
Love is a Grandparent
by Erma Bombeck

     A preschooler who lives down the street was curious about grandparents.  It occured to me that, to a child, grandparents appear like an apparition with no explanation, no job description and few credentials.  They just seem to go with the territory.
     This, then, is for the little folks who wonder what a parent is.
     A grandparent can always be counted on to buy all your cookies, flower seeds, all-purpose greeting cards, transparent tape, paring knives, peanut brittle and ten chances on a pony.  (Also a box of taffy when they have dentures.)
     A grandparent is the only baby-sitter who doesn't charge more after midnight -- or anything before midnight.
     A grandparent buys you gifts your mother says you don't need.
     A grandparent arrives three hours early for your baptism, your graduation and your wedding because he or she wants a seat where he or she can see everything.
     A grandparent loves you from when you're a bald baby to a bald father and all the hair in between.
     A grandparent will put a sweater on you when she is cold, feed you when she is hungry and put you to bed when she is tired.
     A grandparent will brag on you when you get a typing pin that 80 other girls got.
     A grandparent will frame a picture of your hand that you traced and put it in her Mediterranean living room.
     A grandparent will slip you money just before Mother's Day.
     A grandparent will help you with your buttons, your zippers, and your shoelaces and not be in any hurry for you to grow up.
     When you're a baby, a grandparent will check to see if you are crying when you are sound asleep.
     When a grandchild say, "Grandma, how come you didn't have any children?" a grandparent holds back the tears.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 24, 2007, 12:01:46 PM
Beauty Contest
by Carla Muir

     A successful beauty product company asked the people in a large city to send pictures along with brief letters about the most beautiful women they knew.  Within a few weeks thousands of letters were delivered to the company.
     One letter in particular caught the attention of the employees and soon it was handed to the company president.  The letter was written by a young boy who was obviously from a broken home, living in a run-down neighborhood.  With spelling corrections, an excerpt from his letter read:  "A beautiful woman lives down the street from me.  I visit her every day.  She makes me feel like the most important kid in the world.  We play checkers and she listens to my problems.  She understands me and when I leave she always yells out the door that she's proud of me."
     The boy ended his letter saying, "This picture shows you that she is the most beautiful woman.  I hope I have a wife as pretty as her."
     Intrigued by the letter, the president asked to see this woman's picture.  His secretary handed him a photograph of a smiling, toothless woman, well advanced in years, sitting in a wheelchair.  Sparse gray hair was pulled back in a bun and wrinkles that formed deep furrows on her face were somehow diminished by the twinkle in her eyes.
     "We can't use this woman," explained the president, smiling.  "She would show the world that our products aren't necessary to be beautiful."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 25, 2007, 11:47:02 AM
Distant Relatives
by Carla Muir

     A certain old recluse lived deep in the mountains of Colorado.  When he died, distant relatives came from the city to collect his valuables.  Upon arriving, all they saw was an old shack with an outhouse beside it.  Inside the shack, next to the rock fireplace, was an old cooking pot and his mining equipment.  A cracked table with a three-legged chair stood guard by a tiny window. and a kerosene lamp served as the centerpiece for the table.  In a dark corner of the little room was a dilapidated cot with a treadbare bedroll on it.
     They picked up some of the old relics and started to leave.  As they were driving away, an old friend of the recluse, on his mule, flagged them down.  "Do you mind if I help myself to what's left in my friend's cabin?" he asked.  "Go right ahead," they replied.  After all, they thought, what inside that shack could be worth anything?
     The old friend entered the shack and walked directly over to the table.  He reached under it and lifted one of the floor boards.  He then proceeded to take out all the gold his friend had discovered over the past 53 years --- enough to have built a palace.  The recluse died with only his friend knowing his true worth.  As the friend looked out of the little window and watched the cloud of dust behind the relative's car disappear, eh said, "They shoulda got to know him better."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 26, 2007, 11:50:51 AM
The Final Bid
by Robert Strand

     The very wealthy English Baron Fitzgerald had only one child, a son, who understandably was the apple of his eye, the center of his affections, an only child, the focus of this little family's attention.
     The son grew up, but in his early teens his mother died, leaving him and his father.  Fitzgerald grieved over the loss of his wife but devoted himself to fathering their son.  In the passing of time, the son became very ill and died in his late teens.  In the meantime, the Fitzgerald financial holdings greatly increased.  The father had used much of his wealth to acquire art works of the "masters."
     And with the passing of more time, Fitzgerald himself became ill and died.  Previous to his death he had carefully prepared his will with explicit instructions as to how his estate would be settled.  He had directed that there would be an auction in which his entire collection of art would be sold.  Because of the quantity and quality of the art works in his collection which was valued in the millions of English pounds, a huge crowd of prospective buyers gathered, expectantly.  Among them were many museum curators and private collectors eager to bid.
     The art works were displayed for viewing before the auction began.  Among them was one painting which received little attention.  It was of poor quality and done by an unknown local artist.  It happened to be a protrait of Fitzgerald's only son.
     When the time came for the auction be begin, the auctioneer gaveled the crowd to attention and before the bidding began, the attorney read first from the will of Fitzgerald which instructed that the first painting to auctioned was the painting of "my beloved son."
     The poor quality painting didn't receive any bidders...except one!  The only bidder was the old servant who had known the son and loved him and served him and for sentimental reasons offered the only bid.  For less than an English pound he bought the painting.
     The auctioneer stopped the bidding and asked the attorney to read again from the will.  The crowd was hushed, it was quite unusual, and the attorney read from the Fitzgerald will:  "Whoever buys the painting of my son gets all my art collection.  The auction is over!"

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 27, 2007, 10:20:27 AM
Michael's Story Begins at Age Six
by Charlotte Elmore

     In desperation, I asked if he could be retested.  She shook her head and said no.  In an attempt to show her just how "normal" Michael really was, I began telling her about all the things that Michael did well.  But she brushed my comments aside and stood up, dismissing me.  "Michael will be all right," she said.
     Later that evening, after Michael and his three-year-old sister, Linda, were in bed, I tearfully told Frank what I had learned that day.  After talking it over, we agreed that we knew our son much better than an IQ test.  We decided that Michael's low score must have been a mistake.
     Like me, Frank could not believe that ou son was "nearly retarded."  Instead, he told me about some of the things Michael recently had done that he felt proved Michael was intelligent... He said that one night Michael showed an interest in the blueprint sketches he was working on, so he found Michael's set of odd-shaped blocks and quickly sketched two-dimensional drawing of each of them.  Frank then asked Michael to match each block with it's corresponding drawing.  Frank said he was pleased with how easily Michael made things with his toy construction sets from the diagrams that came with the toys.
     We moved to Fort Wayne, Indiana, in 1962, and Michael entered Concordia Lutheran High School.  His grades warranted his selecting collage preparatory courses, including biology, Latin, and algebra--- the subject we had been told, when he was in first grade, he would never be able to handle.  Biology soon became his favorite subject.  He started telling everyone he was going to be a doctor.
     Michael entered Indiana University at Bloomington in 1965 as a premedical student.  By midyear, with a 3.47 grade point average, he had made the dean's list, and his faculty counselor gave him special permission to take more than the recommended number of course hours.  He earned enough credits to be accepted into the Indiana University School of Medicine in Indianapolis at the end of his junior year in college.
     During his first year at medical school, Michael took another IQ test and scored 126, an increase of 36 points.  An increase like that was supposed to be impossible.
     On graduation day, May 21, 1972, Frank, Linda, and I attended the ceremony and hugged our Dr. Mike!  After the ceremony, we told Michael and Linda about the low IQ score Michael had received when he was six---- as we had planned to do all along.  At first, both of them thought we were joking.  Since that day, Michael sometimes will look at us and say with a big grin, "My parents never told me that I couldn't be a doctor-- that is, not until after I graduated from medical school!"  It's his way of thanking us for the faith we had in him.
     It has been said that children often live up to what adults expect of them--- tell a child he is "dumb" and he may play the part.  We often wonder what would have happened if we had treated Michael as "nearly retarded" and imposed a limit on his dreams.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 28, 2007, 09:05:27 AM
Mr. Roth
author unknown

     An old man showed up at the back door of the house we were renting.
Opening the door a few cautious inches, we saw his eyes were glassy and his furrowed face glistened with silver stubble.  He clutched a wicker basket holding a few unappealing vegetables.  He bid us good morning and offered his produce for sale.  We were uneasy enough to make a quick purchase to alleviate both our pity and our fear.
     To our chagrin, he returned the next week, introducing hmself as Mr. Roth, the man who lived in the shack down the road.  As our fears subsided, we got close enough to realize that it wasn't alcohol, but cataracts, that marbleized his eyes.  On subsequent visits, he would shuffle in, wearing two mismatched right shoes, and pull out a harmonica.  With glazed eyes set on a futrue glory, he'd puff out old gospel tunes between conversations about vegtables and religion.
     On one visit, he exclaimed, "The Lord is so good!  I came out of my shack this morning and found a bag full of shoes and clothing on my porch."
     "That's wonderful, Mr. Roth," we said.  "We're happy for you."
     "You know what's even more wonderful?" he asked.  "Just yesterday I met some people that could use them."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 29, 2007, 11:02:13 AM
Are You God?
by Charles Swindoll

     Shortly after World War II came to a close, Europe began picking up the pieces.  Much of the Old Country had been ravaged by war and was in ruins.  Perhaps the saddest sight of all was that of little orphaned children starving in the streets of those war-torn cities.
     Early one chilly morning, an American soldier was making his way back to the barracks in London.  As he turned the corner in his jeep, he spotted a little lad with his nose pressed to the window of a pastry shop.  Inside, the cook was kneading dough for a fresh batch of doughnuts.  The hungry boy stared in silence, watching every move.  The soldier pulled his jeep to the curb, stopped, got out, and walked quietly over to where the little fellow was standing.  Through the steamed-up window he could see the mouth-watering morsels as they were being pulled from the oven, piping hot.  The boy salivated and released a slight groan as he watched the cook place them onto the glass enclosed counter ever so carefully.
     The soldier's heart went out to the nameless orphan as he stood beside him.
     "Son...would you like some of those?"
     The boy was startled.
     "Oh, yeah...I would!"
     The American stepped inside and bought a dozen, put them in a bag, and walked back to where the lad was standing in the foggy cold of the London morning.  He smiled, held out the bag, and said simply: "Here you are."
     As he turned to walk away, he felt a tug on his coat.  He looked back and heard the child ask quietly,  "Mister...are you God?"

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 30, 2007, 12:51:02 PM
He Needed a Son
author unknown

     The nurse escorted a tired, anxious young man to the bedside of an elderly man.  "Your son is here," she whispered to the patient.  She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.  He was heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack and he dimy saw the young man standing outside the oxygen tent.
     He reached out his hand and the young man tightly wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing a message of encouragement.  The nurse brought a chair next to the bedside.  All through the night the young man sat holding the old man's hand and offering gently words of hope.  The dying man said nothing as he held tightly to his son.
     As dawn approached, the patient died.  The young man placed on the bed the lifeless hand he had been holding, then he went to notify the nurse.  While thenurse did what was necessary, the young man waited.  When she had finished her task, the nurse began to offer words of sympathy to the young man.  But he interrupted her.
     "Who was that man?" he asked.
     The startled nurse replied, "I thought he was your father."
     "No, he was not my father," he answered.  "I never saw him before in my life."
     "Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.
     He replied, "I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here.  When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, I knew how much he needed me."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 31, 2007, 11:33:13 AM
Beethoven's Gift
by Philip Yancey

     A story is told about Beethoven, a man not known for social grace.  Because of his deafness, he found conversation difficult and humiliating.  When he heard of the death of a friend's son, Beethoven hurried to the house, overcome with grief.  He had no words of comfort to offer.  But he saw a piano in the room.  For the next half hour he played the piano, pouring out his emotions in the most eloquent way he could.  When he finished playing, he left.  The friend later remarked that no one else's visit had meant so much.

I'm not so concerned you have fallen
but that you rise.

Abraham Lincoln

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 06, 2008, 07:22:44 PM
Most Beautiful Heart

 
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One day a young man was standing in the middle
of the town proclaiming that he had the most
beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large
crowd gathered and they all admired his heart
for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most
beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted
more loudly about his beautiful heart.

 

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of
the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not
nearly as beautiful as mine."

The crowd and the young man looked at the
old man's heart. It was beating strongly,
but full of scars, it had places where pieces
had been removed and other pieces put in, but
they didn't fit quite right and there were
several jagged edges. In fact, in some places
there were deep gouges where whole pieces
were missing.



The people stared -- how can he say his heart
is more beautiful, they thought?
The young man looked at the old man's heart
and saw its state and laughed.

"You must be joking," he said.
"Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect
and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect
looking but I would never trade with you.
You see, every scar represents a person to
whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece
of my heart and give it to them, and often
they give me a piece of their heart which fits
into the empty place in my heart, but because
the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges,
which I cherish, because they remind me of the
love we shared. "Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart
away, and the other person hasn't returned
a piece of his heart to me. These are the
empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance.

Although these gouges are painful, they stay open,
reminding me of the love I have for these people too,
and I hope someday they may return and fill the
space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"



The young man stood silently with tears running
down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man,
reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart,
and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old
man with trembling hands



The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart
and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and
placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.
It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect
anymore but more beautiful than ever,
since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 13, 2008, 07:05:15 PM
The Beautiful Color of Love

What color is God,
Asked the child with skin so fair
Is he white like me,
Does he have light hair

Is God dark like me,
Asked the child with skin of golden hue
Has he hair that's dark and curly,
Are his eyes black or blue

I think God is red like me,
The Indian boy is heard to say
He wears a crown of feathers,
And turns our nights to day

Each one of us knows that God is there,
In all the colors above
But be sure of this, the one color he is,
Is the beautiful color of love

So when your soul goes to Heaven,
When your life comes to its end
He will be waiting, and his hand to you
Will he extend

There will be no colors in Heaven,
Everyone will be the same.
You will only be judged by your earthly deeds,
Not your color or your name

So when your time comes,
And you see God in his Heaven above,
Then you will see the only color that counts,
The beautiful color of love.

Arnold (Sparky) Watts

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 15, 2008, 12:18:42 AM
It Really Didn't Matter

     The young people at Shively Christian Church, led at the time by Youth Pastor Dave Stone, were fiercely competitive with their neighbor, Shively Baptist, in all things, especially softball.  They were also serious about their Christianity, faithfully attending the summer Bible camp led by the youth pastor.
     One week, the Bible lesson was about Jesus washing his disciples' feet, from John 13.  To make the servanthood lesson stick, Pastor Stone divided the kids into groups and told them to go out and find a practical way to be servants.
     "I want you to be Jesus in the city for the next two hours," he said.  "If Jesus were here, what would he do?  figure out how he would help people."
     Two hours later the kids reconvened in Pastor Stone's living room to report what they had done.
     One group had done two hours of yard work for an elderly man.  Another group bought ice cream treats and delivered them to several widows in the church.  A third group visited a church member in the hospital and gave him a card.  Another group went to a nursing home and sang Christman carols - yes, carols in the middle of August.  One elderly resident remarked that it was the warmest Christmas she could remember.
     But when the fifth group stood up and reported what they had done, everyone groaned.  This group had made its way to none other than their arch rival, Shively Baptist, where they had asked the pastor if he knew someone who needed help.  The pastor sent them to the home of an elderly woman who needed yard work done.  There, for two hours, they mowed grass, raked the yard and trimmed hedges.
     When they were getting ready to leave, the woman called the group together and thanked them for their hard work.  "I don't know how I could get along without you," she told them.  "You kids at Shively Baptist are always coming to my rescue."
     "Shively Baptist!" interrupted Pastor Stone.  "I sure hope you set her straight and told her you were from Shively Christian Church."
     "Why, no, we didn't," the kids said.  "We didn't think it mattered."

by Charles W. Colson

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 19, 2008, 05:48:00 PM
Choosing a Good Minister

Dear Abby:

     One of the toughest tasks a church faces is choosing a good minister.  A member of an official board undergoing this painful process finally lost patience.  He's just witnessed the pastoral relations committee reject applicant after applicant for some minor fault...real or imagined.  It was time for a bit of soul searching on the part of the committee.  So he stood up and read this letter purported to be from an applicant.

     "Gentlemen:  Understanding your pulpit is vacant, I should like to apply for the position.  I have many qualifications.  I've been a preacher with much success and also have had some successes as a writer.  Some say I'm a good organizer.  I've been a leader most places I've been.
     I'm over 50 years of age and have never preached in one place for more than three years.  In some places, I have left town after my work cause riots and disturbances.  I must admit I have been in jail three or four times, but not because of any real wrongdoing.
     My health is not too good, though I still accomplish a great deal.  The churches I have preached in have been small, though located in several large cities.
     I've not gotten along well with religious leaders in the towns where I have preached.  In fact, some have threatened me, and even attacked me physically.  I am not too good at keeping records.  I have been known to forget whom I have baptized.
     However, if you can use me, I promise to do my best for you."


     The board member turned to the committee and said, "Well, what do you think?  Shall we call him?"
     The good church folks were appalled!  Consider a sickly, troublemaking, absent-minded ex-jailbird?  Was the board member crazy?  Who signed the application?  Who had such colossal nerve?
     The board member eyed them all keenly before he replied, "It's signed, The Apostle Paul."

Author Unknown
from Dear Abby
Submitted by Jean Maier


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on January 19, 2008, 11:23:09 PM
Hello GrammyLuv,

Sister Yvette, I've read this one about the Apostle Paul before and love it. In fact, I think that the Apostle Paul is one of the most fascinating characters in the Holy Bible. The term "Characters" makes this sound like a play or a novel, but the life of the Apostle Paul is quite REAL. Paul's life was one of great contrasts between what Paul called himself, "The chief of sinners", to a BORN AGAIN CHILD OF GOD given the Revelation of the Gospel of GOD'S Marvelous GRACE! We can relate to the Apostle Paul because all Christians have experienced the same dramatic change. Paul had a hard life with many trials, even after he was SAVED. Paul explains to us that GOD has not promised Christians an easy time in this short life, and we can take what Paul learned and apply it to our own lives. May GOD give us the courage, strength, and guidance to live a Bold Christian Life like the Apostle Paul did!

Love In Christ,
Tom

Ephesians 2:8-10 NASB  For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not as a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 20, 2008, 12:36:00 AM
Thanks Brother Tom!  And good to hear from you!  Yeah, I've read it before too and then I came across it again today and since it was such a good one, I had to share.
Hope all is well with you and yours!
God Bless,
Yvette


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on January 20, 2008, 12:59:16 AM
Hello Sister Yvette,

Things are going very well, and it's impossible to count all the blessings GOD has given my family and me. I've also been reading good things about you and your new work. I give thanks that you are happy and fulfilled in your work. Sister, what you are doing is an important ministry, and I pray that GOD will make your joy more and more full.

Sister, we should all look up several times every day and say, "THANK YOU LORD!"

Love In Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 20, 2008, 06:58:37 PM

Sister, we should all look up several times every day and say, "THANK YOU LORD!"

Love In Christ,
Tom


Amen to that!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 20, 2008, 07:13:34 PM
Prayer Is the Key

     A missionary was serving as a medic at a small field hospital in Africa.  Periodically he had to ravel by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies.  It was a two-day trip so he had to camp out overnight.  He had made this trip several times without incident.  One day, however, he arrived at his destination and saw two men fighting.  One was seriously hurt, so he treated him and witnessed to him and went about his business.
     Upon arriving in the city again several weeks later, he was approached by the man he had treated earlier.  "I know you carry money and medicine", said the man to the missionary.  "Some friends and I followed you into the jungle the night you treated me, knowing you would camp overnight.  We waited for you to go to sleep and planned to kill you and take your money and drugs.  Just as we started moving into the campsite, we saw you were surrounded by 26 armed guards.  There were only six of us and we knew then we couldn't possibly get near you, so we left."
     Hearing this the missionary laughed and said, "That's impossible.  I can assure you I was alone in the campsite."
     The young man pressed his point: "No sir, I was not the only one to see the guards.  My friends also saw them, and we all counted them.  We were frightened.  It was because of those guards that we left you alone."
     Several months later, the missionary attended a church presentation in Michigan where he told about his experiences in Africa.  One of the congregants jumped to his feet, interrupting the missionary, and said something that left everyone in the church stunned.
     "We were there with you in spirit," said the man.  The missionary looked perplexed.  The man continued.  "On that night in Africa, it was morning here.  I stopped at the church to gather some materials for an out-of-town trip to another parish.  But as I put my bags into the trunk, I felt the Lord leading me to pray for you.  The urging was so great I called the men in the church together to pray for you."
     Then the man turned around and said, "Will all of those men who met with the Lord that morning please stand?"  One by one they stood---all 26 of them!

Anonymous

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 20, 2008, 09:53:16 PM
A burglar was no match for a Florida marathon runner and karate black belt.

On Friday morning Margo Foster returned home from tennis practice to find an intruder rummaging through her bedroom, Florida's Sun-Sentenil reported Sunday.

Click here to read the full Sun-Sentenil report.

In an interview with the newspaper, Foster said without thinking twice she ran through the house and chased the surprised man out to the backyard, and didn't stop for seven-blocks.

Foster caught up with the intruder as he began to climb the 6-foot-high wooden fence in the yard. She said she "grabbed him by the neck, ripped him off the fence.. threw him to the ground, and put my knee to his chest," it was reported.

In her white tennis shirt, Foster struggled with the man only until the burglar dropped a bag filled with her property. After that, he took off running again, the report said.

"Go ahead and run," the former yacht detailer yelled at the retreating robber. "You're not going to get away from me. I've been running for 40 years."

Police eventually caught up with the man after Foster flagged down a motorist, who called police, the newspaper reported.


With all the "bad" news I just had to post this "feel good" story somewhere, so why not in Chicken Soup?   ;D


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 21, 2008, 06:08:55 PM
The Day Joe Hill Came to Stay

It is kindness in a person, not beauty, which wins our love.
Anonymous

     It was a day of pink azaleas and white dogwoods in April, 1935 and Willie Ann "Babe" Hill lay dying.  She needed to rest and couldn't.  She worried about what would become of her nephew Joe.
     this was the great Depression in Lincolnton, North Carolina, a town of 4.000 people in the segregated South, where everyone knew each other by face if not by name.  Joe Hill was 15 years old, retarded and black.  His Uncle Henry didn't have it in him to care for Joe and he knew of no one else to turn to in their community.
     So Henry Hill went to Marvin and Mattie Leatherman, who lived in a white neighborhood off Main Street and had helped him before.  Willie Ann used to clean the Leathermans' house and Joe sometimes mowed their lawn.
     Marvin Titus Leatherman- "M. T." to colleagues- was a lawyer who would reach into his pockets to pay court fees for poor clients and who counseled against divorce.  Mattie Leatherman was the neighborhood "angel of mercy," the mom who baked birthday cakes for the children of others, the neighbor who nursed the sick.
     Henry pleaded with them.  "Babe said she can't die until she finds somewhere to send Joe.  She doesn't want him sent off to some institution where he won't have somebody to look after him."
     Mattie reassured him.  "You tell her to go in peace to the Lord.  God has made a place for Joe, and he'll put him in it."
     The next day, there was a knock on the Leathermans' door.  Mattie peered past the sheer curtains and there stood Joe Hill.  Beside him, a rusty metal cot.
     Mattie hadn't meant she'd take him in.  Yet there he stood.  Marvin told his wife there was only one thing to do.  If they didn't take him in, Joe might die.
     They built a house out back, painted it white like the big house.  Barely 9 by 20 feet, it had room for everything he needed.  A bed, a dresser and a kerosene heater.
     It was Joe Hill's house, and he was proud.
     The Leathermans had one child of their own, Marguerite.  Though Joe was 10 years older, he and Marguerite grew up together, opening presents on Christmas, blowing out birthday candles, and going for sunday drives with the family.  Little Marguerite called her parents "Mama" and "Daddy" and Joe took to calling them that, too.  He was like a child, and they taught him by example and affirmation.
     Saturday nights, Marvin sat beside Joe and taught him the same Bible lessons he would teach the next morning at First Baptist Church.  The rules of Society might not let Joe through the church door, but Marvin was determinded he would not suffer because of it.
     Marvin tried to walk his life according to Matthew 25 -- "For I was hungry, and you gave me food; I was thirsty, and you gave me drink; I was a stranger, and you took me in."
     they settled into a routine that lasted more than 45 years.  Promptly at 7:30 each weekday morning, Marvin strode off to his law office half a mile away.  Here was the dean of Lincoln County lawyers, the former county attorney and state senator, cutting a distinguished figure down Main Street.  Always a few paces behind, Joe Hill, struggling to keep up, smiling a big smile and flinging his right arm in greeting.
     "Hello, M.T.!"  neighbors called out.  "Hello Joe!"
     While Marvin worked in his second-floor law office, Joe went downstairs to Turner's clothing store or to the Western Auto.  He'd sit in a chair for hours, dozing off if he sat too long, getting up to help if something needed lifting.  As much as Marvin was fixture at the county courthouse, so was Joe on Main Street.
     One brisk morning in January 1981, Marvin walked to his office with Joe close at his heels.  Marvin set to work; Joe Hill began his rounds.  Marvin then went to the local diner for his usual hamburger and cottage cheese.  The waitress brought a cup of coffee.  A few minutes later, she turned back.  The cup was tipped over.  Marvin could not speak.  A stroke had silenced him.  Marvin was bedridden, but Joe kept up his rounds alone for months.
     One day when he got home from Clemons Barbershop on the evening of October 3, 1981, he opened the front door to find extra people in the house.
    "He's gone," said Marvin's daughter, Marguerite Reid.  Marvin had died from another stroke.
     Joe hid in the kitchen, confused and disoriented.  The next day, a neighbor found him sitting on the front steps, tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes bloodshot.
     "Daddy's gone," he said.  "What am I going to do?"
     The week after they buried Marvink, Joe moved into the big house with Mattie.  He fixed her breakfast in the mornings, iced tea in the afternoons, and fried chicken on Sundays.  She grew weaker with each passing year and the time finally came to move in with her daughter.
     "I can't manage both of them," Marguerite told her husband, Dr. Leary Reid.
     "Yes, we can," he said.  "God will walk us through it... Joe Hill is part of our family.  He has never known anything else.  We can't turn our backs on him now."
     They built him a little bedroom in their house, barely 8 feet by 10 feet.  It had room for everything he needed: a bed, a dresser and a bulletin board for family pictures.
     It was Joe's room, and he was happy.
     A year and a half later, on December 30, 1991, Mattie died quietly in her sleep.  she was 90 years old.  Joe, 72.
     "Mother's gone to be with Jesus," Marguerite told him.  "But don't you worry.  We'll take care of you."
     And they did.

Elizabeth Leland


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 26, 2008, 06:50:55 PM
Found Money

     A few years ago my sister, Marjorie, and I were walking along our lake road in Crystal Lake, Michigan, discussing our day's events.  Marjorie saw something sticking up out of the sand and she stopped for a closer look.  To our amazement it was a crumpled $20 bill.
     A little bit jealous, I silently wondered what she would do with the money.  Fortunately, I didn't need to be jealous for too long, because just a few yards away I spotted another 20!  What a lucky day! I thought.
     We continued the rest of our walk together, reveling in our good fortune.  We laughed and talked all the way home about our "found money".
     When I arrived at home I just couldn't stop thinking about how I was going to spend it.  I know!  I'll spend it on something absolutely unpractical! I proclaimed to myself.  I will spend it on something entirely just for me!  What a lucky day.
     I carefully tucked my stash into a corner of my chest of drawers, repeating my vow to spend it on something I didn't need.  Fun money!
     at church the next Sunday, I was to be forever humbled.  While the collection plate was making its rounds, I spied Marjorie take out her crumpled $20 bill and drop it in.   That day I discovered the true difference between me and my sister.
     Funny, I can't seem to remember what I bought.

Sue Freshour

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 27, 2008, 06:11:01 PM
Water Closet

     An English schoolteacher was looking for rooms in Switzerland.  She called upon the local schoolmaster to help her find an apartment that would be suitable.  Such rooms were found, and she returned to London for her belongings.  She remembered that she had not noticed a bathroom, or as she called it, "a water closet."  She wrote to the schoolmaster and asked if there was a "W.C." in or near the apartment.
     The schoolmaster, not knowing the English expression, was puzzled by the "W.C.," never dreaming that she was talking about a bathroom.  He finally sought advice from the parish priest.  They concluded that she must mean a Wayside Chapel.  The lady received the following letter a few days later.

Dear Madam:
     
     The W.C. is located 9 miles from the house, in the heart of a beautiful grove of trees.  It will seat 150 people at one time, and is open on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays.
     Some people bring their lunch and make a day of it.  On Thursdays there is an organ accompaniment.  The acoustics are very good.  The slightest sound can be heard by everyone.  It may interest you to know that my daughter met her husband at the W.C.  We arenow in the process of taking donations to purchase plush seats.  We feel that this is a long-felt need, as the present seats have holes in them.
     My wife, being rather delicate, hasn't been able to attend regularly.  It has been six months since she last went.  Naturally, it pains her not to be able to go more often.
     I will close now with the desire to accommodate you in every way possible, and will be happy to save you a seat either down front or near the door, as you prefer.

author unknown


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on January 27, 2008, 06:26:13 PM
Water Closet

     An English schoolteacher was looking for rooms in Switzerland.  She called upon the local schoolmaster to help her find an apartment that would be suitable.  Such rooms were found, and she returned to London for her belongings.  She remembered that she had not noticed a bathroom, or as she called it, "a water closet."  She wrote to the schoolmaster and asked if there was a "W.C." in or near the apartment.
     The schoolmaster, not knowing the English expression, was puzzled by the "W.C.," never dreaming that she was talking about a bathroom.  He finally sought advice from the parish priest.  They concluded that she must mean a Wayside Chapel.  The lady received the following letter a few days later.

Dear Madam:
     
     The W.C. is located 9 miles from the house, in the heart of a beautiful grove of trees.  It will seat 150 people at one time, and is open on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays.
     Some people bring their lunch and make a day of it.  On Thursdays there is an organ accompaniment.  The acoustics are very good.  The slightest sound can be heard by everyone.  It may interest you to know that my daughter met her husband at the W.C.  We arenow in the process of taking donations to purchase plush seats.  We feel that this is a long-felt need, as the present seats have holes in them.
     My wife, being rather delicate, hasn't been able to attend regularly.  It has been six months since she last went.  Naturally, it pains her not to be able to go more often.
     I will close now with the desire to accommodate you in every way possible, and will be happy to save you a seat either down front or near the door, as you prefer.

author unknown


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 ;D   ;D   ;D   ;D   ;D    ROFL! - This one's a HOOT!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 27, 2008, 11:10:49 PM

 ;D   ;D   ;D   ;D   ;D    ROFL! - This one's a HOOT!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 28, 2008, 08:23:24 PM
No Excuse Sunday

     To make it possible for everyone to attend church next Sunday, We are going to have a special "No Excuse Sunday."  Cots will be placed in the foyer for those who say, "Sunday is my only day to sleep in."  There will be a special section with lounge chairs for those who feel that our pews are too hard.  Eyedrops will be available for those with tired eyes from watching TV late Saturday night.  We will have steel helmets for those who say, "The roof would cave in if I ever came to church."  blankets will be furnished for those who say the church is too cold and fans for those who say it is too hot.  Scorecards will be available for those who wish to list the hypocrites present.  Relatives and friends will be in attendance for those who can't go to church and cook dinner, too.  We will distribute "Stamp Out Stewardship" buttons for those who feel that the church is always asking for money.
     One section will be devoted to trees and grass for those who like to seek God in nature.  Doctors and nurses will be in attendance for those who plan to be sick on Sunday.  The sanctuary will be decorated with both Christmas poinsettias and Easter lilies for those who never have seen the church without them.  We will provide hearing aids for those who can't hear the preacher and cotton for those who can.

Author Unknown
From the
Joyful Noiseletter

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 01, 2008, 09:25:26 PM
The Voice of an Angel

     Among the U.S. Marines who fought against the Japanese in World War II was 21-year-old Corporal William Devers, who considered himself an agnostic.  No amount of arguing, Bible-quoting or coercion by his fellow Marines or the chaplain could sway him.  During the company's first major encounter with the Japanese, a number of the unit were killed and the chaplain was wounded.  In great pain, the chaplain called to Devers, "My...left pocket...take it...please...Last night I had a dream.  n the dream an angel appeared and told me that I had to make you take the Bible.  Take it, son...please."  Devers shoved the Bible into his shirt pocket to satisfy the wounded man.
     Twenty minutes later, Corporal Devers' squad stumbled right into a Japanese patrol, and before he knew what had happened he was on the ground, his mind fading into the darkness, certain he was dying.  When he came to, he felt a ripple of pain shoot through his chest, but there was no blood.
     The bullet had torn into the Bible he carried in his pocket, ending its journey at the book of Psalms, which read:  "A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee."

by James Pruitt

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 02, 2008, 04:09:51 PM
Hands

Thank you Lord for dirty hands
That touch my stove and fridge;
For sticky little fingers that
Try to build a bridge.

For careless hands that go astray
In search of something new;
For hands to hold and show the way
As mothers often do.

For precious little hands in which
Great faith so abounds;
For silly little hands that reach
To touch a mother's frown.

And thank you for your guiding hand
That leads me to the light;
That lifts me when I stumble
And points me to the right.

As little hands reach out to me
To show them what to do,
I'm steadied, reassured and loved
As I reach up to you.

Judith Peitsch

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 08, 2008, 08:37:03 PM
Leave The Light On

Lord, I'll leave the light on, that illuminates my heart,
For it is Your Holy Spirit, that brightens every part,
May I always follow Truth, as my being ever yearns,
To be a vessel for Your Kingdom...until Your sweet return.

Lord, may others see You only, when they look into my eyes,
That they will feel Your love, not my own futile tries.
Fill me with Your Spirit, that I may be salt and light,
a city on a hill, that is not hidden from their sight.

Father, I surrender, that my own ways will decrease,
Conforming to Your will, so that You are the increase.
Let me be a servant, that can reach out to the lost,
To tell them of Your love, no matter what the cost.

More than anything on earth, I set my heart on You,
To think on whatsoever things are honest, pure, and true.
May I walk by faith not sight, trusting in Your Word,
Leading others to Salvation, in confidence assured.

Yes, I'll leave the Light on, that illuminates my heart,
For it is Your Holy spirit, that brightens every part.
May I always follow Truth, as my being ever yearns,
To be a vessel for Your kingdom...Until Your sweet return.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 09, 2008, 05:01:47 PM
Helen's Story

I will never leave you or forsake you.
Heb 13:5

     Helen Packer was 17 years old when I met her.  A devout Christian and much-loved child, she was entering the hospital for the last time.  Her diagnosis was lymphoma and all attempts at remission had failed.  Helen shared with me, her nurse, that she could handle everything but the thought of dying alone.
     She just wanted a loved one near her to hold her hand and pray with her.  Helen's mother would stay at her bedside from early morning to late evening, return home for rest and resume the vigil come morning.  Her father traveled in his job but relieved his wife as often as he could.
     All of the nurses on the unit realized that Helen was precariously near death, as did she and her family.  She began having seizures and lapses of consciousness.
    As I was leaving the hospital at 11:00 one night, I noticed Helen's mother heading toward the parking garage as well.  Our conversation was interrupted by the loudspeaker.  "Outside call, Helen Packer.  Please call the operator!"
     Mrs. Packer reacted immediately with alarm.  "Everyone knows how ill she is!" she blurted.  "I'm going back to her room and see who is calling."  With that she left me and returned to Helen.  The operator reported that the calling party had hung up but left a message:  "Tell Helen her ride will be late but is coming."
     Baffled, Mrs. Packer stayed at Helen's bedside in anticipation of a mysterious visitor.  Helen died at 1:13 A.M. with her mother at her side, holding her hand and praying.
     When queried the next day, the operator couldn't remember even the gender of the caller.  No other Helen Packer was found, employee or patient or visitor.  For those of us who cared for, nurtured and prayed for Helen, there was only one answer.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 09, 2008, 08:26:39 PM
The Love of a Father

AFTER A FEW OF THE USUAL SUNDAY EVENING HYMNS,
THE CHURCH'S PASTOR SLOWLY STOOD UP,
WALKED OVER TO THE PULPIT & 
BEFORE HE GAVE HIS SERMON HE BRIEFLY INTRODUCED A GUEST MINISTER
WHO WAS IN THE SERVICE THAT EVENING.
 
IN THE INTRODUCTION, THE PASTOR TOLD THE
CONGREGATION THAT THE GUEST MINISTER WAS
ONE OF HIS DEAREST CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND
THAT HE WANTED HIM TO HAVE A FEW MOMENTS
TO GREET THE CHURCH AND SHARE WHATEVER
HE FELT WOULD BE APPROPRIATE FOR THE SERVICE.
 
WITH THAT, AN ELDERLY MAN STEPPED UP TO THE PULPIT AND BEGAN TO SPEAK.
 
"A FATHER, HIS SON, AND A FRIEND OF HIS SON WERE SAILING OFF THE PACIFIC COAST ," HE BEGAN.
"WHEN A FAST APPROACHING STORM BLOCKED ANY
ATTEMPT TO GET BACK TO THE SHORE.
 
THE WAVES WERE SO HIGH, THAT EVEN THOUGH THE FATHER WAS AN EXPERIENCED SAILOR,
HE COULD NOT KEEP THE BOAT UPRIGHT AND THE THREE WERE SWEPT
INTO THE OCEAN AS THE BOAT CAPSIZED."
 
THE OLD MAN HESITATED FOR A MOMENT,
MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH TWO TEENAGERS WHO WERE, FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE SERVICE BEGAN,
LOOKING SOMEWHAT INTERESTED IN HIS STORY.
 
THE AGED MINISTER CONTINUED WITH HIS STORY, "GRABBING A RESCUE LINE, THE FATHER HAD TO MAKE THE MOST EXCRUCIATING DECISION OF HIS LIFE:
WHICH BOY WOULD HE THROW THE OTHER END OF THE LIFE LINE.
HE ONLY HAD SECONDS TO MAKE THE DECISION.
THE FATHER KNEW THAT HIS SON WAS A CHRISTIAN AND HE, ALSO, KNEW THAT HIS SON'S FRIEND WAS NOT.
THE AGONY OF HIS DECISION COULD NOT BE MATCHED BY THE TORRENT OF WAVES.
 
AS THE FATHER YELLED OUT,
'I LOVE YOU, SON!'
HE THREW OUT THE LIFE LINE TO HIS SON'S FRIEND.
BY THE TIME THE FATHER PULLED THE FRIEND BACK TO THE CAPSIZED BOAT, HIS SON HAD DISAPPEARED BENEATH
THE RAGING SWELLS INTO THE BLACK OF NIGHT.
 
HIS BODY WAS NEVER RECOVERED.
 
BY THIS TIME, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE SITTING UP STRAIGHT IN THE PEW,
ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR THE NEXT
WORDS TO COME OUT OF THE OLD MINISTER'S MOUTH.
 
"THE FATHER," HE CONTINUED, "KNEW HIS SON WOULD STEP INTO ETERNITY WITH JESUS
AND HE COULD NOT BEAR THE THOUGHT OF HIS SON'S FRIEND STEPPING INTO
AN ETERNITY WITHOUT JESUS.. THEREFORE, HE SACRIFICED HIS SON TO SAVE THE SON'S FRIEND. "
 
HOW GREAT IS THE LOVE OF GOD THAT HE SHOULD DO THE SAME FOR US.
OUR HEAVENLY FATHER SACRIFICED HIS ONLY
BEGOTTEN SON THAT WE COULD BE SAVED.
I URGE YOU TO ACCEPT HIS OFFER TO RESCUE YOU AND TAKE A HOLD OF THE
LIFE LINE HE IS THROWING OUT TO YOU IN THIS SERVICE."
WITH THAT,
THE OLD MAN TURNED AND SAT BACK DOWN IN
HIS CHAIR AS SILENCE FILLED THE ROOM.
 
THE PASTOR AGAIN WALKED SLOWLY TO THE PULPIT AND DELIVERED A BRIEF SERMON WITH AN INVITATION AT THE END.
HOWEVER, NO ONE RESPONDED TO THE APPEAL.
 
WITHIN MINUTES AFTER THE SERVICE ENDED, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE AT THE OLD MAN'S SIDE.
 
"THAT WAS A NICE STORY," STATED ONE OF
THEM,"BUT I DON'T THINK IT WAS VERY REALISTIC FOR A FATHER TO GIVE
UP HIS ONLY SON'S LIFE IN HOPES THAT
THE OTHER BOY WOULD BECOME A CHRISTIAN."
 
"WELL, YOU'VE GOT A POINT THERE,"
THE OLD MAN REPLIED, GLANCING DOWN
AT HIS WORN BIBLE.
A BIG SMILE BROADENED HIS NARROW FACE.
HE ONCE AGAIN LOOKED UP AT THE BOYS
AND SAID,
"IT SURE ISN'T VERY REALISTIC, IS IT?  BUT, I'M STANDING HERE TODAY TO TELL YOU THAT STORY GIVES ME A GLIMPSE OF
WHAT IT MUST HAVE BEEN LIKE FOR GOD
TO GIVE UP HIS SON FOR ME.
 
YOU SEE...
 
 
I WAS THAT FATHER AND YOUR PASTOR IS MY SON'S FRIEND."


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on February 10, 2008, 05:26:06 AM
Amen GrammyLuv,

Sister Yvette, I loved that story, and it does make us think about the ultimate love that has already been extended to us by GOD. There is no greater love.

THANKS SISTER!

Love In Christ,
Tom

Thanks be unto God for His unspeakable GIFT, Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour Forever!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 10, 2008, 09:07:53 PM
Irreverent Manipulation

     Little Benjamin sat down at the desk to write a letter to God asking for a little baby sister.  He started the letter like this:

Dear God, I've been a very good boy...

     He stopped, thinking. "No, God won't belive that."  He wadded up the piece of paper, threw it away, and started again:

Dear God, most of the time I've been a good boy...

     He stopped in the middle of the line, again thinking, "God won't be moved by this."  So he wadded up the letter and into the trash can it went.
     Benjamin then went into the bathroom and grabbed a big terry cloth towel off the towel rack.  He carried it into the living room and carefully laid it out on the couch.  He smoothed out all the wrinkles.  Then he went over to the fireplace mantle, reached up, and very carefully lifted down a statue of the Madonna.  He had often seen his mother carefully dust the statue, and he had eyed it many times.  On several occasions, his parents had told him that he could look but was not to touch the statue.  Now, with all the care he could muster, he had it in his possession.
     Benjamin gently placed the statue in the middle of the towel, carefully folding over the edges.  He then placed a rubber band around the whole thing.  He brought it to the desk, took out another piece of paper, and began to write his third letter to God.  It went like this:

Dear God, if you ever want to see your mother again...

From Moments for Mothers

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 11, 2008, 10:32:07 PM
Perfect Freedom

      As one who has served time in prison and has since spent most of my life working in them, I'll never forget the most unusual prison I've ever visited.
     Called Humaita Prison, it is in Sao Jose dos Campos in Brazil.  Formerly a government prison, it is now operated by Prison Fellowship Brazil as an alternative prison, without armed guards or high-tech security.  Instead, it is run on the Christian principles of love of God and respect for men.
     Humaita has only two full-time staff; the rest of the work is done by the 730 inmates serving time for everything from murder and assault to robbery and drug-related crimes.  Every man is assigned another inmate to whom he is accountable.  In addition, each prisoner is assigned a volunteer mentor from the outside who works with him during his term and after his release.  Prisoners take classes on character development and are encouraged to participate in educational and religious programs.
     When I visited this prison, I found the inmates smiling - particularly the murderer who held the keys, opened the gates and let me in.  Wherever I walked, I saw men at peace.  I saw clean living areas.  I saw people working industriously.  The walls were decorated with motivational sayings and Scripture.
     Humaita has an astonishing record.  Its recidivism rate is 4 percent, compared to 75 percent in the rest of Brazil.  How is that possible?
     I saw the answer when my inmate guide escorted me to the notorious cell once used for solitary punishment.  Today, he told, it always houses the same inmate.  As we reached the end of the long concrete corridor and he put the key into the lock, he paused and asked, "Are you sure you want to go in?"
     "Of course," I replied impatiently.  "I've been in isolation cells all over the world."  Slowly he swung open the massive door, and I saw the prisoner in that cell: a crucifix, beautifully carved - Jesus, hanging on the cross.
     "He's doing time for the rest of us," my guide said softly.

Charles W. Colson

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 03, 2008, 11:50:34 PM
In His Mother's Footsteps

     It was a busy day in our Costa Mesa, California, home.  But then, with 10 childrean and one on the way, every day was a bit hectic.  On this particular day, however, I was having trouble doing even routine chores - all because of one little boy.
     Len, who was three at the time, was on my heels no matter where I went. Whenever I stopped to do something and turned back around, I would trip over him.  Several time, I patiently suggested fun activities to keep him occupied.  "Wouldn't you like to play on the swing set?" I asked again.
     But he simply smiled an innocent smile and said, "Ohk, that's all right, Mommy.  I'd rather be here with you."  Then he continued to bounce happily along behind me.
     After stepping on his toes for the fifth time, I began to lose my patience and insisted that he go outside and play with the other children.  When I asked him why he was acting this way, he looked up at me with sweet green eyes and said, "Well, Mommy, in Primary my teacher told me to walk in Jesus' footsteps.  But I can't see him, so I'm walking in yours."
     I gathered Len in my arms and held him close.  Tears of love and humility spilled over from the prayer that grew in my heart - a prayer of thanks for the simple, yet beautiful perspective of a three-year-old boy

by Davida Dalton


This may be a repeat as I haven't been able to post for a while, but I think it's worth it!
Grammyluv


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 07, 2008, 10:23:18 PM
Why My Wife Bought Handcuffs

     When I was 23 years old, I made the best decision of my life.  I asked a beautiful, witty woman to by my wife, and she accepted, against the advice of her friends, her family, and goodly portion of the Western world.  On our wedding day, the bridesmaids wore black.
     For eight years, I was the model of responsibility.  I worked hard.  I dried the dishes.  I lowered the toilet seat.  Then my wife became pregnant.  I attended birthing classes and learned to commiserate.  When we brought Spencer home, I rose with her to feed him.  And when he regurgitated on me, I bore it with good humor.
     Three months after his birth, Joan returned to part-time work.  On the morning of her departure, she cautioned me to keep a close eye on our son.  My feelings were hurt, and I said a much.
    "Please, honey, haven't I proven myself reliable?"  Thus, I can only think it was the pain of mistrust which caused me to forget my son when I went to the grocery store that afternoon.
     I was on my way there and turned around to see him.  He was missing!  I raced home and ound him in his crib, glowering, and I knew what he was going to say when he learned to talk.  So I confessed to Joan myself, over a candlelight dinner and new silver bracelet.
     Being a Christian woman, Joan forgave me and offered me another chance.  And the very next morning, after she handcuffed me to Spencer, she said, "Honey, I trust you."
     Reflection o this experience has taught me two thing: first, having children causes irraparable damage to those areas of the brain having to do with memory; and second, uh, what's the second point?  Oh, yeah, the second point is this: we all feel forgotten sometimes.
     Actually, I'd learned that second lesson at an early age.  My family drove off and forgot me once, too.  We were on vacation; five kids, Mom, and Dad; and stopped to eat at a Stuckey's.  I was in the bathroom when they climbed back in the car and headed out.  They went 20 miles before discovering they were short a kid.  Took a quick vote and decided to come back for me.  It was almost a tie, but at the last minute Mom changed her mind.
     So sometimes each of us feels forgotten.  Saddest line in the Bible is when Christ asks God why He forsook him.  If Christ felt left behind, how then can we avoid feeling forgotten and forsaken?
     Some Bible scholars say that isn't what Jesus meant when he cried from the cross.  They say he was quoting the first line of Psalm 22, because to quote the first line was to affirm that psalm's victorious conclusion.  I have a great deal of respect for Bible scholars, but they're full of baloney on this one.  I think Jesus felt forgotten.
     However, the empty tomb tells us he was remembered.  And so are we all, which is what I'm going to tell my son, just as soon as I remember where I left him.

by Philip Gulley

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 08, 2008, 03:56:53 PM
What Love Means to a 4-8 Year Old


'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'

Rebecca- age 8


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'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'

Billy - age 4


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'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.'

Karl - age 5


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'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'

Chrissy - age 6


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'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'

Terri - age 4


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'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'

Danny - age 7


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'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss'

Emily - age 8


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'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'

Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)


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'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,'

Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)


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'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.'

Noelle - age 7


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'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'

Tommy - age 6


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'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'

Cindy - age 8


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'My mommy loves me more than anybody
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'

Clare - age 6


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'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'

Elaine-age 5


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'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.'

Chris - age 7


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'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'

Mary Ann - age 4


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'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'

Lauren - age 4


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'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image)

Karen - age 7


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'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'

Mark - age 6


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'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'

Jessica - age 8


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And the final one

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,

'Nothing, I just helped him cry'



Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 09, 2008, 03:40:51 PM
A Parable of God's Perspective

     Bert looked into time from heaven and saw the atrocities carried out in the human realm.  Absolutely aghast, he pointed to one unspeakable scene and asked God about it.  "How can you allow it?  Look what evil is setting in motion down there!"
     "There's no one better than the devil for creating a tragedy like that!" God said.
     "But God, that man is one of your people...oh, that poor man!"
     "I gave freedom to choose between good and evil," God said, his face sad.  "No matter what they choose, they all live there together.  Sometimes, those who choose my way are impacted by those who don't."  He slowly shook his head.  "It's always painful when that happens."
     "But those people right there have no choice," Bert protested.  "Evil is being crammed down their throats!  That isn't choice!"
     Now, Bert," God said patiently, "have I ever let pain go unavenged?"
     "No...no, but..." Bert cringed from the sight, unable to bear any more.
     "Watch!"  God put his arm around Bert's hunched shoulders and turned him again.  "Look right over there, by the wall."
     "That one?  He looks nearly dead.  Is he praying?"
     "Ah, Bert, you should hear his prayers!"  Intense love flashed in God's eyes like lightening.  "Simple prayers from an aching heart.  This is triumph over evil.  Trusting me - that is the choice."  God smiled through sparkling tears of love.  "Isn't he magnificent?"
     Together they stood in silence, and Bert began to see as God did.
     "Now watch this, Bert." God spoke softly, never letting his eyes leave the scene.  He called for Michael and the archangel appeared.
     "Go down and get him, Michael."  The tears of divine joy spilled over.  "I'll arrange the party."

by Robin Jones

Never be afraid to trust
an unknown future
to a known God

Corrie ten Boom
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 10, 2008, 10:55:50 PM
I'm not sure if I've done this one before but it's worth repeating, especially in our days and times.

A Meeting of the Minds

     I heard and interesting story on a radio broadcast.  While Benjamin Franklin was in Europe, he met with several of his peers -- "a meeting of the minds," so to speak.  They came together to review various pieces of literature.
     Mr. Franklin chose to read a passage that evoked a curious response from he group.
     "This story must be published!"  the group chorused.  "What's the title?"
     "This is really only part of a story," Mr. Franklin replied, "from a book that you have often ridiculed."
     The group protested, insisting they would not have rejected a story of such impact.
     "In fact," Mr. Franklin continued, "the story that has so moved you all is from the book of Ruth-----from the Bible.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 14, 2008, 10:10:18 PM
A Vision of Forgiveness

     Have you ever felt the need for forgiveness...or perhaps the need to forgive?  I meet so many people who are paralyzed in their present circumstances because they're chained to something in their past.  They are either unable to forgive or to accept the fact that they are truly forgiven.
     I once heard [a legend] of a priest in a small midwestern parish who as a young man had committed what he felt was a terrible sin.  Although he had asked God's forgiveness, all his life he carried around the burden of this sin.  He just could not be sure God had really forgiven him.
     One day he was told of an elderly woman in his congregation who sometimes had visions.  During these visions, he had heard, she would often have conversatons with the Lord.  After a while the priest finally got up enough courage to visit this woman.
     She invited him in and offered him a cup of tea.  Toward the end of his visit, he set his cup down on the table and looked into the old woman's eyes.
     "Is it true that sometimes you have visions?" he asked her.
     "Yes," she replied.
     "Is it also true that during these visions, you often speak with the Lord?"
     "Yes," she said again.
     "Well...the next time you have a vision and speak with the Lord, would you ask Him a question for me?"
     The woman looked at the priest a little curiously.  She had never been asked this before.  "Yes, I would be happy to," she answered.  "What do you want me to ask Him?"
     "Well," the priest began, "would you please ask Him what sin it was that your priest committed as a young man?"
     The woman, quite curious now, readily agreed.
     A few weeks passed, and the priest again went to visit this woman.  After another cup of tea he cautiously, timidly asked, "Have you had any visions lately?"
     "Why yes, I have," replied the woman.
     "Did you speak with the Lord?"
     "Yes."
     "Did you ask Him what sin I committed as a young man?"
     "Yes," the woman replied, "I did."
     The priest, nervous and afraid, hesitated a moment and then asked, "Well, what did the Lord say?"
     The woman looked up into the face of her priest and replied gently, "The Lord told me He could not remember."

     God not only forgives our sins, He also chooses to forget them.  The Bible tells us He takes them and buries them in the deepest sea.  And as Corrie ten Boom used to say, "He puts up a sign that says, 'No fishing allowed.'"

by Gigi Tchividjian

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on March 14, 2008, 10:33:10 PM
Amen Grammyluv,

I really enjoy these devotions. They illustrate some of the most beautiful truths in the Holy Bible.

Love In Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 15, 2008, 03:55:42 PM
Amen Grammyluv,

I really enjoy these devotions. They illustrate some of the most beautiful truths in the Holy Bible.

Love In Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 15, 2008, 04:16:32 PM
Making Adjustments


     An old sea captain named Eleazar Hall lived in Bedford, Massachusetts, during the time great sailing ships.  He was renowned, legendary and revered as the most successful of all sea captains of the day.  He worked harder, stayed out longer, and lost fewer men while catching more fish than anyone else.
     Captain Hall was often asked about his uncanny ability to stay out so long without navigational equipment.  He'd once been gone for two years without coming home for a point of reference.
     Eleazar simply replied, "Oh, I just go up on the deck and listen to the wind and rigging.  I get the drift of the sea, look up at the stars, and then set my course."
     Well, times changed in Bedford.  The big insurance companies moved in and said they could no longer insure the ships if the captains didn't have a certified and properly trained navigator on board.  They were terrified to tell Eleazar.  But to their amazement he said, "If I must, I will go and take the navigational courses."
     Eleazar graduated high in his class, and having greatly missed the sea, he immediately took off for a long voyage.  On the day of his return, the whole town turned out to ask him the question:
     "Eleazar, how was it having to navigate with all those charts and equations?"
     Eleazar sat back and let out a long, low whistle.  "Oh," he replied, "it was simple.  Whenever I wanted to know my location, I'd go to my cabin, get out my charts and tables, work the equations and set my course with scientific precision.  Then I'd go up on the deck and listen to the wind and rigging, get the drift of the sea, look at the stars, and go back and correct the errors that I had made in computation.
     When I heard that, I prayed, Lord, I want to know You that way.  I want to go up on deck, hear Your quiet voice in my heart, consider Your eternal Word, and then go back down below and make adjustments to all those fine, logical, scientific plans I've drawn up in my head.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 17, 2008, 10:21:07 PM
Love never asks how much must I do,
but how much can I do.

Frederick A. Agar

There are many ways to measure success;
not the least of which is the way your child describes you
when talking to a friend.

Author Unknown

Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him
make her sorry to see him leave.

Martin Luther

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 21, 2008, 09:28:12 PM
Legacy of an Adopted Child

Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.
The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love, and the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent, the other gave you aim.
One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.
One sought for you a home that she could not provide,
The other prayed for a child and her hope wasnot denied.
and now you ask me through your tears
The age-old question through the years,
Heredity or environment-
Which are you the product of?
Neither, my darling...neither;
Just two different kinds of love.

author unknown

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 22, 2008, 12:07:57 AM
Being a Friend

We all know or knew someone like this!!

One day, when I was a freshman in high school,

I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle.

It looked like he was
carrying all of his books.

I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

He must really be a nerd.'

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.

His gla sses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.
'

They really should get lives.

' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'

There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his b ooks , and asked him where he lived.

As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

He said he had gone to private school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
with my friends

He said yes.

We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

I stopped h im and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

' He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends..

When we were seniors we began to think about college.

Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never
be a problem.

He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class

I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

He looked great.

He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

He filled out and actually l o oked good in glasses.

He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech.

So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

' Thanks,' he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...

I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

I am going to tell you a story.'

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the
story of the first day we met.

He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

'Thankfully, I was saved.

My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person's life.

For better or for worse.

God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.

Look for God in others.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 23, 2008, 06:33:52 PM
Spring Filly

Spirited spring filly
flicking your head
sniffing the warm
newness of the breeze
What a beauty
you are
running free
over the fresh
green earth
Don't you know
to be of use
to your master
you must be broken?

Nancy Spiegelberg

LAUGHTER

He who laughs....lasts.

Tim Hansel

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 24, 2008, 10:36:41 PM
Let Go

     A little child playing one day with a very valuable vase put his hand into it and could not withdraw it.  His father, too, tried his best, but all in vain.  They were thinking of breaking the vase when the father said, "Now, my son, make one more try.  Open your hand and hold your fingers out straight as you see me doing, and then pull."
     To their astonishment the little fellow said, "Oh no, father.  I couldn't put my fingers out like that, because if I did I would drop my penny."
     Smile, if you will....but thousands of us are like that little boy, so busy holding on to the world's worthless penny that we cannot accept liberation.  I beg you to drop that trifle in your heart.  Surrender!  Let go, and let god have His way in your life.

Dr. Billy Graham

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 27, 2008, 11:54:32 AM


Psalm 32:9
Be ye not as the horse, or as the mule, which have no understanding: whose mouth must be held in with bit and bridle, lest they come near unto thee.


Miriam did exactly as she pleased, whether it was wise or not. Her stubborn streak was a mile wide, and no one could dissuade her, once her mind was made up. On many occasions she had been hurt simply because she refused to use good sense. Each lesson she encountered she chose to ignore, so very little growing ever took place. In time Miriam grew bitter and angry because her unhappiness grew.
Let's face it: We need guidance. Our willfulness gets us into trouble when we refuse to unite it with common sense. Our Lord is the author of good sense and levelheadedness. It only makes sense that we should turn our lives over to Him. He is faithful to guide and direct us. He teaches and nurtures us, enabling us to be the best that we can be.

Prayer:

Break my willful pride, O Lord, and let me recognize my limitations. Nee ding guidance is not weakness. Help me to see the strength which can only come from depending on You. Amen.
 
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 28, 2008, 08:00:42 PM
WHY DID JESUS FOLD THE NAPKIN?
 
 An unusual approach to a biblical story...

Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection? I never noticed this...
 
The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes. The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded, and was placed at the head of that stony coffin.
 
Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved .
She said, 'They have taken the Lord's body out of the tomb, and I don't know where they have put him!' Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other disciple out ran Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in and saw the linen cloth lying there, but he didn't go in.. Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head was folded up and lying to the side.
 
Is that important? Absolutely! Is it really significant? Yes! In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day. The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this tradition. When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it. The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not dare touch that table, until the master was finished. Now if the master was done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and would wad up that napkin and toss it onto the table. The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the wadded napkin meant, 'I'm done'. But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table, because……

The folded napkin meant, 'I'm coming back!' 
 
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on March 28, 2008, 10:21:40 PM
AMEN!

This is beautiful and so true. We serve a LIVING LORD AND SAVIOUR, JESUS CHRIST! Our Life is in HIS, so this is something for us to give THANKS for every day. It gives me great JOY to know that I'm one of HIS Purchased Possessions. HIS Blood has washed my sins away, and I give THANKS this world is NOT my HOME!


Love In Christ,
Tom

Thanks be unto God for His unspeakable GIFT, Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour Forever!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 29, 2008, 03:23:23 PM
AMEN!

This is beautiful and so true. We serve a LIVING LORD AND SAVIOUR, JESUS CHRIST! Our Life is in HIS, so this is something for us to give THANKS for every day. It gives me great JOY to know that I'm one of HIS Purchased Possessions. HIS Blood has washed my sins away, and I give THANKS this world is NOT my HOME!


Love In Christ,
Tom


Amen to that my friend!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 29, 2008, 03:39:36 PM
Object Lesson

     A pastor went to see a man who didn't attend church very faithfully.  The man was sitting before a fire, watching the warm glow of the coals.  It was a cold winter day, but the coals were red hot, and the fire was warm.  The pastor pleaded with the man to be more faithful in meeting with the people of God, but the man didn't seem to be getting the message.
     So the pastor took the tongs beside the fireplace, pulled open the screen, and reached in and began to separate all the coals.  When none of the coals was touching the others, he stood wand watched in silence.  In a matter of moments, they were all cold.... The man got the message.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 30, 2008, 10:12:32 PM
Testament

I have now disposed of all my property to my family.
There is on thing more I wish I could give them, and
that is the Christian religion.  If they had that, and I
had not given them one shilling, they would have been
rich, and if they had not that, and I had given them all
the world, they would be poor

Patrick Henry


Beautiful Things

The best and the most beautiful things in life
cannot be seen or even touched...
they must be felt with the heart.

Helen Keller


Wisdom

It's what you learn after you know it all
that counts.

Unknown

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 31, 2008, 09:55:51 PM
Act Medium

     
The children worked long and hard on their own little
cardboard shack.  It was to be a special spot - a clubhouse - where
they could meet in solemn assembly or just laugh, play games
and fool around.  As they thought long and hard about their rules,
they came up with three rather perceptive ones:
1. Nobody act big.
2. Nobody act small
3. Everybody act medium

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 05, 2008, 03:15:31 PM
But You Didn't

I looked at you and smiled the other day
I thought you'd see me but you didn't
I said, "I love you" and waited for what you would say
I thought you'd hear me but you didn't
I asked you to come outside and play ball with me
I thought you'd follow me but you didn't
I drew a picture just for you to see
I thought you'd save it but you didn't
I found some worms 'n such for fishing if we could
I thought you'd want to go but you didn't
I needed you just to talk to, my thought to share
I thought you'd want to but you didn't
I told you about the game hoping you'd be there
I thought you'd surely come but you didn't
I asked you to share my youth with me
I thought you'd want to but you couldn't
My country called me to war, you asked me
  to come home safely
But I didn't.

Stan Gebhardt

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on April 05, 2008, 03:50:07 PM
Amen GrammyLuv!

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Our children are gifts from GOD we are to raise for HIM.

Love In Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 05, 2008, 04:35:08 PM
I just ran across this little jewel and had to share:

You dont' have to be old in America to say of a world you lived in, "That world is gone."
Peggy Noonan

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 06, 2008, 05:53:00 PM
The Optimist

     There is a story of identical twins.  One was a hopefilled optimist.  "Everything is coming up roses!" he would say.  The other was a sad and hopeless pessimist.  He thought that Murphy, as in Murphy's Law, was an optimist.  The worried parents of the boys brought them to the local psychologist.
     He suggested to the parents a plan to balance the twins' personalities.  "On their next birthday, put them in separate rooms to open their gifts.  Give the pessimist the best toys you can afford, and give the optimist a box of manure."  The parents followed these instructions and carefully observed the results.
     When they peeked in on the pessimist, they heard him audibly complaining, "I don't like the color of this computer...I'll bet this calculator will break...I don't like this game...I know someone who's got a bigger toy car than this..."
     Tiptoeing across the hall, the parents peeked in and saw their little optimist gleefully throwing the manure up in the air.  He was giggling.  "You can't fool me!  Where's there's this much manure, there's gotta be a pony!"

Unknown

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on April 06, 2008, 08:15:14 PM
Hello GrammyLuv,

Sister, I was just laughing and reflecting on how many times my dad told various versions of this story. It usually had something to do with complaining, and dad always thought it was funny, regardless of how many times he told it. In fact, he intentionally made up new versions of the story just to irritate us. Bless his heart - he's HOME with the LORD now, so I'd love to hear several more versions of this story.

Love In Christ,
Tom

Ephesians 1:18-23 NASB I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you will know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the surpassing greatness of His power toward us who believe. These are in accordance with the working of the strength of His might which He brought about in Christ, when He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand in the heavenly places, far above all rule and authority and power and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this age but also in the one to come. And He put all things in subjection under His feet, and gave Him as head over all things to the church, which is His body, the fullness of Him who fills all in all.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 06, 2008, 09:10:34 PM
Hello GrammyLuv,

Sister, I was just laughing and reflecting on how many times my dad told various versions of this story. It usually had something to do with complaining, and dad always thought it was funny, regardless of how many times he told it. In fact, he intentionally made up new versions of the story just to irritate us. Bless his heart - he's HOME with the LORD now, so I'd love to hear several more versions of this story.

Love In Christ,
Tom

Ephesians 1:18-23 NASB I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you will know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the surpassing greatness of His power toward us who believe. These are in accordance with the working of the strength of His might which He brought about in Christ, when He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand in the heavenly places, far above all rule and authority and power and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this age but also in the one to come. And He put all things in subjection under His feet, and gave Him as head over all things to the church, which is His body, the fullness of Him who fills all in all.

Oh?  How funny!  I'd never heard it before today so I had to post it!  ;D ;D


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 07, 2008, 11:28:14 PM
If I had My Child to Raise Over Again

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd finger-paint more and point the finger less.
I'd do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less and know to care more.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I'd run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I'd do more hugging and less tugging.
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd teach less about the love of power,
  and more about the power of love.

Diane Loomans

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 11, 2008, 06:55:22 PM
After a While

After a while you learn the subtle difference between
   holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and
   company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
   and presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head
   up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult,
   not the defeat of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
   because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for
   plans.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if
   you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own
   soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you
   flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.

Veronica A. Shoffstall

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 12, 2008, 03:40:27 PM
What Goes Around Comes Around

     When I was working as a disc jockey in Columbus, Ohio, I used to go to University Hospital or Grant Hospital on my way home.  I would walk down the corridors and just walk into different people's rooms and read Scripture to them or talk to them.  It was a forgetting about my problems and being thankful to God for my health.  It made a difference in the lives of those I visited.  One time it literally saved my life.
     I was very controversial in radio.  I had offended someone in an editorial that I had done about a promoter who was bringing entertainers into town who were not the original members of a particular group.  The person I exposed literally took a contract out on me!
     One night I was coming home at about two o'clock in the morning.  I had just finished working at a night club where I was the emcee.  As I began to open my door, a man came out from behind the side of my house and said, "Are you Les Brown?"
     I said, "Yes, sir."
     He said, "I need to talk to you.  I was sent here to carry out a contract on you."
     "Me? Why?", I asked.
     He said, "Well, there's a promoter that's very upset about the money you cost him when you said that the group that was coming to town was not the real group."
     "Are you going to do something to me?", I asked.
     He said, "No."  And I didn't want to ask him why because I didn't want him to change his mind!  I was just glad!
     He continued, "My mother was in Grant Hospital and she wrote me about how you came in one day and sat down and talked to her and read Scripture to her.  She was so impressed that this morning-disc-jockey, who didn't even know her, came in and did that.  She wrote me about you when I was in the Ohio penitentiary.  I was impressed with that and I've always wanted to meet you.  When I heard the word out on the street that somebody wanted to knock you off," he said, "I accepted the contract and then told them to leave you alone."

Les Brown

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 13, 2008, 05:32:12 PM
Two Brothers

   Two brothers worked together on the family farm.  One was married and had a large family.  The other was single.  At the day's end, the brothers shared everything equally, produce and profit.
   Then one day the single brother said to himself, "It's not right that we should share equally the produce and the profit.  I'm alone and my needs are simple."  So each night he took a sack of grain from his bin and crept across the field between their houses, dumping it into his brother's bin.
   Meanwhile, the married brother said to himself, "It's not right that we should share the produce and the profit equally.  After all, I'm married and I have my wife and children to look after me in years to come.  My brother has no one, and no one to take care of his future."  So each night he took a sack of grain and dumped it into his single brother's bin.
   Both men were puzzled for years because their supply of grain never dwindled.  Then one dark night the two brothers bumped into each other.  Slowly it dawned on them what was happening.  They dropped their sacks and embraced one another.

Author Unknown

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 14, 2008, 09:41:18 PM
Footprints

     
One night a man had a dream.  He dreamt he was walking along the beach with the Lord.  Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.  For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints on the sand - one belonging to him and the other to the Lord.  When the last scene had flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints and he noticed that many times along the path there was only one set.  He also noticed that this happened during the lowest and saddest times of his life.  This bothered him and he questioned the Lord.  "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you would walk all the way with me, but I noticed that during the most troublesome times of my life there was only one set of footprints.  I don't understand why, when I needed you most, you deserted me."
     The Lord replied, "My precious child, I love you and would never leave you.  During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, those were the times when I carried you."
Author Unknown

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 19, 2008, 03:13:13 PM
Head-Hunter

     An executive hirer, a "head-hunter" who goes out and hires corporation executives for other firms, once told me, "When I get an executive that I'm trying to hire for someone else, I like to disarm him.  I offer him a drink, take my coat off, then my vest, undo my tie, throw up my feet and talk about baseball, football, family, whatever, until he's all relaxed.  Then, when I think I've got him relaxed, I lean over, look him square in the eye and say, "What's your purpose in life?"  It's amazing how top executives fall apart at that question.
     "Well, I was interviewing this fellow the other day, had him all disarmed, with my feet up on his desk, talking about football.  Then I leaned up and said, "What's your purpose in life, Bob?'  And he said, without blinking and eye, "To got to heaven and take as many people with me as I can." For the first time in my career I was speechless."

Josh McDowell

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 19, 2008, 06:14:42 PM
A Dog's Purpose (from a 6-year-old)

 Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine
 a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound named Belker.

 The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their
 little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker.

 I examined Belker and found he was dying of
 cancer.

 I told the family we couldn't do anything for
 Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure
 for the old dog in their home.

 As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me
 they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane
 to observe the procedure. They felt as though
 Shane might learn something from the experience.

 The next day, I felt the familiar catch in
 my throat as Belker's family surrounded him.

 Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the
 last time, that, I wondered if he
 understood what was going on.

 Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully
 away.

 The little boy seemed to accept Belker's
 transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat
 together   for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud
 about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter
 than human lives. Shane, who had been listening
 quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'

 Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of
 his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more
 comforting explanation.

 He said, 'People are born so that they can learn
 how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the
 time   and being nice, right?'

 The six-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already
 know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'

 Live simply..

 Love generously.

 Care deeply.

 Speak kindly.

 Remember, if a dog was the teacher, you would learn things like:


 When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

 Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

 Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind
 in your face to be pure ecstasy.

 Take naps.

 Stretch before rising.

 Run, romp, and play daily.

 Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

 Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

 On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

 On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

 When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

 Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

 Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.

 Stop when you have had enough.


 Never pretend to be something you're not.


 If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

 When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.

 Be always grateful for each new day. 


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 20, 2008, 05:39:03 PM
Learning 'bout Prayer

He came to know the Lord on a Thursday evening, and on Sunday he showed up at church. The pastor announced that we were going to have an evening service, and of course the guy didn't know enough to stay home.  So he showed up again.  That's when he learned that our church had a Bible study and prayer meeting on Wednesday night, so he came that evening as well.

I sat next to him at the prayer meeting, and just before we got started, he turned to me and asked, "Do you think they'd mind if I prayed?"
"Of course not," I assured him.  "That's what we're here for."
"Yeah, I know, " he said, "but I've got a problem.  I can't pray the way you people do."
I told him, "That's no problem, friend.  You should thank God for that!"

Well, we started praying, and I could tell he was too nervous to take part.  Finally, I put my hand on his thigh to encourage him.  I'll never forget his prayer: "Lord, this is Jim," he began.  "I'm the one who met you last Thursday night?  I'm sorry, Lord, because I can't say it he way the rest of these people do, but I want to tell you the best I know how.  I love you, Lord.  I really do.  Thanks a lot.  I'll see you later."

I tell you, that prayer ignited our prayer meeting!  Some of us had been doing a good job of talking about theology in prayer - you know, exploring the universe of doctrine, scraping the Milky Way with our big words.  But this guy prayed---earnestly!

Howard Hendricks (condensed)

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 26, 2008, 12:10:14 AM
Overcoming Obstacles


Consider this:

Woody Allen - Academy Award winning writer, producer and director- flunked motion picture production at New York University and the City College or New York.  He also failed English at New York University.

When Lucille Ball began studying to be an actress in 1927, she was told by the head instructor of the John Murray Anderson Drama School, "Try any other profession.  Any other."

In 1944, Emmeline Snively, director of the Blue Book Modeling Agency, told modeling hopeful Norma Jean Baker (Marilyn Monroe), "You'd better learn secretarial work or else get married."

Malcolm Forbes, the late editor-in-chief of Forbes magazine, one of the most successful business publications in the world, failed to make the staff of the school newspaper when he was an under-graduate at Princeton University.

In 1962, four nervous young musicians played their first record audition for the executives of the Decca Recording Company.  The executives were not impressed.  While turning down this British rock group called the Beatles, one executive said, "We don't like their sound.  Groups of guitars are on the way out."
(personal note: I'm not a Beatles fan either!)

When Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone in 1876, it did not ring off the hook with calls from potential backers.  After making a demonstraton call, President Rutherford Hayes said, "That's an amazing invention, but who would ever want to use one of them?"

Louis L'Amour, sucessful author of over 100 western novels with over 200 million copies in print, received 350 rejections before he made his first sale.  He later became the first American novelist to recieve a special congrssional gold medal in recognition of his distinguished career as an author and contributor to the nation through his historically based works.
(personal note:  I've read every book he wrote!)

I have a few more of these so I will continue with them tomorrow!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 26, 2008, 03:35:50 PM
Overcoming Obstacles
(cont.)


When Thomas Edison invented the light bulb, he tried over 2,000 experiments before he got it to work.  a young reporter asked him how it felt to fail so many times.  He said, "I never failed once.  I invented the light bulb.  It just happened to be a 2,000 step process."

General Douglas MacArthur might never have gained power and fame without persistence.  When he applied for admission to West Point, he was turned down, not once but twice.  But he tried a third time, was accepted and marched into the history books.

Abraham Lincoln entered Blackhawk War as a captain.  By the end of the war, he had been demoted to the rank of private.

After having lost both legs in an air crash, British fighter pilot Douglas Bader rejoined the British Royal Air Force with two artificial limbs.  During World War II he was captured by the Germans three times -- and three times he escaped.

When Pablo Casals reached 95, a young reporter threw him the following question. "Mr. Casals, you are 95 and the greatest cellist that ever lived.  Why do you still practice six hours a day?"  Mr. Casals answered, "Because I think I'm making progress."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 27, 2008, 08:03:38 PM
Be Yourself

You do not have to be your mother unless she is who you want to be.  You do not have to be your mother's mother, or your mother's mother's mother, or even your grandmother's mother on your father's side.  You may inherit their chins or their hips or their eyes, but you are not destined to become the women who came before you.  You are not destined to live their lives.  So if you inherit something, inherit their strength, their resilience.  Because the only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.

Pam Finger

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 28, 2008, 08:34:46 PM
One Solitary Life

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.  He grew up in still another village, where he worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty.  Then for three years he was an itinerant preacher.
He never wrote a book.
He never held an office.
He never had a family or owned a house.
He didn't go to college.
He never traveled 200 miles from the place where he was born.  He did none of these things one usually associates with greatness.
He was only 33 when public opinion turned against him.
His friends ran away.  He was turned over to his enemies and went through the mockery of a trial.  He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.
When he was dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing, the only property he had on earth.  When he was dead, he was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.
Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today he is the central figure of the human race, the leader of mankind's progress.
All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man on earth as much as that One Solitary Life.

author unknown

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 02, 2008, 08:21:51 PM
The Wall

Their Wedding picture mocked them from the table, these two whose minds no longer touched each other.

They lived with such a heavy barricade between them the neither battering ram of words nor artilleries of touch could break it down.

Somewhere, between the oldest child's first tooth and the youngest daughter's graduation, they lost each other.

Throughout the years each slowly unraveled that tangled ball of string called self, and as they tugged at stubborn knots, each hid his searching from the other.

Sometimes she cried at night and begged the whispering darkness to tell her who she was.  He lay beside her, snoring like a hibernating bear, unaware of her winter.

Once, after they had made love, he wanted to tell her how afraid he was of dying, but fearful to show his naked soul. he spoke instead of the beauty of her breasts.

She took a course on modern art, trying to find herself in colors splashed upon canvas, complaining to the other women about men who are insensitive.

He climbed into the tomb called "The Office," wrapped his mind in a shroud of paper figures, and buried himself in customers.

Slowly, the wall between them rose, cemented by the mortar of indifference.

One day, reaching out to touch each other, they found a barrier they could not penetrate, and recoiling from the coldness of the stone, each retreated from the stranger on the other side.

For when love dies, it is not in a moment of angry battle, not when fiery bodies lose their heat.  It lies panting, exhausted expiring at the bottom of a wall it could not scale.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 03, 2008, 03:21:34 PM
Answering The Call

     Father John's little desert parish truly loved and appreciated his sincere style and caring ways.  During the Sign of Peace, he always called all of the children attending Mass to come up and give him hugs.  He did it for himself I'm sure, but he did it for the children too.  Each and every child waited for the time during Mass when he or she cold stand next to the altar, be the center of attention and hug the not-so-old, and slightly plump priest.
     On on particular sunday, after all the hugs were thought to have been completed and the "Lamb of God, You take away the sins of the world," had begun, one small voice from half-way back in the church said, "What about me?"  Father John stopped his prayer, and held out his arms.  The little freckled face, slicked back hair, shiny cowboy boots and shorts, ran down the aisle towards the altar, crying because he thought he had been forgotten.  Father John just held out his arms, picked up the little boy and held him very near, and held him very dear.
     Three weeks later, I returned to the little desert parish and there was a different priest, one I didn't recognize, saying Mass.  I sat next to a woman who silently cried as she held my hand as we all sang, "Our Father, who art in Heaven..."  It seems that Father John had lost his place in the same part of Mass the Sunday before.  He told his parishioners, "As the Lord so taught us to pray..." and the parish responded with the Lord's Prayer.  And after they were finished, Father John again said, "As the Lord so taught us to pray..." and again, the confused, but willing parish responded with the Lord's Prayer.  And for a third time after the prayer was finished, Father John said, "As the Lord so taught us to pray..."  But then, before his willing congregation could have obliged him for the third time, Father John stopped, and he fainted, and then Father John died.  And once again, Father John had stopped his prayer, and held out his arms, and he answered the one who called out to him.

Edward B. Mullen

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 04, 2008, 06:14:39 PM
If I Could Do It, You Can Too!

     I began life, literally, with nothing.  Given p as an infant by my biological mother, an unmarried young woman from the small town of Moose Jaw in Saskatchewan, Canada, I was adopted by a poor middle aged couple, John and Mary Linkletter.
     My adoptive father was one of the warmest men I've ever known, but he had absolutely no ability as a businessman.  A part-time evangelical preacher, he also tried selling insurance, running a small general store and making shoes, all rather unsuccessfully.  Eventually we found ourselves living in a charity home run by a local church in San Diego.  Then Dad Linkletter felt called by God to become a full-time preacher, and we had even less money.  And what we did have was usually shared with whatever neighborhood derelict happened to be looking for a meal.
     I graduated from high school early and hit the road as a hobo at the tender age of 16 with the idea of finding my fortune.  One of the first things I found, however, was the wrong end of a pistol: my traveling companion and I were held up by a couple of toughs who found us sleeping in a boxcar.
     "Put your hands straight out and lie flat!" one of the men ordered.  "If this match goes out and I hear anything more I'll shoot."  As they searched our pockets and felt around our middles, I wondered if money was all they wanted.  I was frightened because I had heard stories of older hobos sexually attacking young boys.  Just then, the match went out...and was hastily re lit.  We did not move!  The thieves found $1.30 on me but missed $10.00 I had sewn into my coat lining.  They also took two dollars from my friend, Denver Fox.
     The match went out again and I could tell by their hesitation that they were undecided about something.  As Denver and I lay there, inches apart in the darkness, I heard the hammer of the pistol click back and a cold chill ran down my back.  I knew they were considering killing us.  There was little risk for them.  The rain hammering down on the outside of the boxcar would drown out any noise.  Frozen with terror, I thought of my father and how he would have prayed for me had he known.  Suddenly fear left me, and peace and calm returned.  As if in response to my own restored self-assurance, they moved back toward us.  Then I could feel one of the men push something against my arm.
     "Here's your thirty cents," he said.  "Breakfast money."
     Today I can look back on 45 years as star of two of the longest running shows in broadcasting history; I can reflect on the success I've had as a businessman, author, and lecturer; and I can be proud of my wonderful family life - 58 years with the same wife, five children, seven grandchildren, and eight great-grandchildren.  I mention this not to be boastful but to encourage others who are at the lower rung of the economic ladder.  Keep in mind where I started and remember, if I could do it, you can too!  Yes --you can!

Art Linkletter

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 10, 2008, 03:33:47 PM
TWENTY FIVE REASONS I OWE  MY MOTHER

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1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB  WELL DONE .

'If you're going to kill each other,  do it outside. I just finished cleaning.'

2. My mother taught me  RELIGION.

'You better pray that will come out of  the carpet.'

3. My  mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL .

'If you  don't straighten up,
I'm going to knock you  into the middle of next week!' 

4. My mother taught me  LOGIC.

' Because I said so, that's why.' 

5. My mother taught me  MORE LOGIC.

'If you fall out of that swing and  break your neck,
you're not  going to the store with  me.'

6. My mother  taught me FORESIGHT.

'Make sure you wear clean  underwear, in case you're in an accident.'

7. My mother taught me IRONY 

'Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry  about.'

8. My mother  taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.

'Shut  your mouth and eat your supper.'

9. My mother taught me about  CONTORTIONISM.

'Will you look at that dirt on the  back of your neck!'

10. My mother taught me about  STAMINA.

'You'll sit there until all that spinach  is gone.'

11. My  mother taught me about WEATHER.

'This room of  yours looks as if a tornado went through it.'

12. My mother taught me about  HYPOCRISY.

'If I told you once, I've told you a  million times. Don't exaggerate!'

13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF  LIFE.

'I brought you into this world, and I can  take you out.'

14. My  mother taught me about BEHAVIOUR MODIFICATION. 

'Stop acting like your father!'

15. My mother taught me about ENVY  .

 'There are millions of less fortunate children  in this world
who don't have  wonderful parents like you do.'

16. My mother taught me about  ANTICIPATION.

'Just wait until we get home.' 

17. My mother taught  me about RECEIVING .

'You are going to get it  when you get home!'

18. My mother taught me MEDICAL  SCIENCE.

'If you don't stop crossing your eyes,  they are going to freeze that way.'

19. My mother taught me ESP. 

'Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?' 

20. My mother taught  me HUMOUR.

'When that lawn mower cuts off your  toes, don't come running to me.'

21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN  ADULT .

'If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll  never grow up.'

22. My  mother taught me GENETICS.

'You're just like your  father.'

23. My mother  taught me about my ROOTS.

'Shut that door behind  you. Do you think you were born in a barn?'

24. My mother taught me  WISDOM.
'When you get to be my

age, you'll  understand.'

25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE 

'One day you'll have kids, and I hope  they turn out just like you!!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 17, 2008, 04:38:39 PM
Heaven's Grocery Store

I was walking down Life's Highway a long time ago
One day I saw a sign that read, "Heaven's Grocery Store"
As I got a little closer, the door came open wide
And when I came to myself, I was standing inside!
I saw a host of Angels; they were standing everywhere
One Angel said, "My child, shop with care".
Everything a Christian needed was in that grocery store
And all you couldn't carry, you could come back the next day for more!
First I got some Patience; Love was in the same row
Further down was Understanding; you need that everywhere you go
I got a box of two of Wisdom, a bag or two of Faith
I couldn't miss the Holy Ghost, for it was all over the place!
I stopped to get some Strength and Courage, to help me run the race
By then my basket was getting full, but I remembered to get some grace
I didn't forget Salvation, for Salvation, that was free
So I tried to get enough of that, to save both you and me!
Then I started for the counter to pay my grocery bill,
For I thought I had everything to do my Master's will
As I went up the aisle I saw Prayer and put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside, I'd run right into sin.
Song and Praises were hanging near, do I just helped myself
When I said, "How much do I owe?"
I got a smile; "Just take them everywhere you go."
But I insisted, "How much do I really owe?"
He just smiled and said:
"My child, Jesus paid your bill a long, long time ago."

Lorine Woody

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 23, 2008, 09:36:32 PM
Communion

     Of all the rituals and colorful ceremonies that children see performed in church, perhaps the most misunderstoon of all is the sacrament of Communion.  Seeing the bread and wine (or grape juice) used in this rite, children often think that refreshments are being served.

Attending his first Mass, one small boy listened as the altar boys rand the bells for the consecration, and yelled, "Come and get it!"  Whereupon those who were to take Communion went and got it.

A boy of three was intrigued by the Communion rite and watched every move of the priest until he finished by wiping the chalice.  Then the boy turned to his mother and said, "He's doing the dishes, Mom...now can we go home?"

After doing her best to explain the ceremony to her daughter, a young mother went to the Communion rail.  As she returned, the girl asked, "When will it be my turn to eat lunch with God?"

Kneeling beside his mother at Mass after she returned from taking Communion, a boy asked, "How does that pill taste?"  Since she was praying silently to herself, she didn't answer.  The he tried again: "It's the kind of pill that puts you to sleep, huh?"

Dick Van Dyke

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There are several of these so I will spread them out over the weekend. ;D


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 24, 2008, 03:59:47 PM
Communion
(cont.)

Trying to acquaint her five-year-old son with the ritual of the Mass, a mother gave her boy a picture missal so he could see in front of him what was going on at the altar during Communion.  The boy watched as the priest opened the tabernacle, removed the chalice, and drank the wine.  Then the boy pointed to the tabernacle in his book and asked, "Is that the little refrigerator where he keeps his drinks?"

While visiting his aunt in Columbus, Mississippi, a second grader attended the local Methodist Church with her.  after they knelt at the altar and partook of the Communion bread and wine, the boy asked, "Aunt Audrey, is that all we'll have to eat up in Heaven?"

A young married couple who were baptized into the First Presbyterian Church in Hollywood brought along their seven-year-old son, Michael, to see the ceremony.  His mother explained in advance about baptism, but she had forgotten to explain that Communion would also be offered to the entire congregation.  After the service, she asked him what the thought of the morning's events.  "Well," he said, "I didn't think much of the cookies, and there wasn't enough juice."

Another woman brought her grandson along for Episcopal services.  The boy watched as the priest at the altar prepared Communion and said, "Look, Grandma...God is making Kool-Aid!"

Dick Van Dyke

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 25, 2008, 05:37:54 PM
Communion
(cont.)

When his father returned and knelt in prayer after receiving the Blessed Host, a 14 year old asked, "They got any chocolate ones up there?"

Not all children are disappointed by what's served at Communion.  A teenager's mother tells me he came home after a week at church camp to report that Communion was the only decent meal they had.

A boy over heard his parents talking about going to the Lord's Supper and told his brother, "I hope we have chicken!"

The last word on Communion comes from a four-year-old Catholic boy who told his dad what had happened in church that day: "The Father called on some of the people to come down front, and he gave them each an Alka-Seltzer!"

Dick Van Dyke

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 26, 2008, 04:54:13 PM
Faith

Faith is to believe what we do not see, and the
reward of faith is to see what we believe.
Saint Augustine

   The fields were parched and brown from lack of rain, and the crops lay wilting from thirst.  People were anxious and irritable as they searched the sky for any sign of relief.  Days turned into arid weeks.  No rain came.
   The ministers of the local churches called for an hour of prayer on the town square the following Saturday.  They requested that everyone bring an object of faith for inspiration.
   At high noon on the appointed Saturday the townspeople turned out en masse, filling the square with anxious faces and hopeful hearts.  The ministers were touched to see the variety of objects clutched in prayerful hands-- holy books, crosses, rosaries.
   When the hour ended, as if on magical command, a soft rain began to fall.  Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high in gratitude and praise.  From the middle of the crowd one faith symbol seemed to overshadow all the others: A small nine-year-old child had brought an umbrella.

Laverne W. Hall

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 31, 2008, 03:43:36 PM
I'm Here!

If you conquer, you will be clothed like them in
white robes and I will not blot your names out
of the Book of Life; but I will confess your name
before My Father and before his angels.
Rev. 3:5


     The Rogers are devout Christians who have built a strong family.  The father has a special interest in the spiritual condition of each of his children and often would quiz them in order to know if they were sure of their salvation.  Occasionally he would ask them to share in their own words about their relationship with Jesus Christ.
     One day it was seven-year-old Jimmy's turn to express how he knew he had eternal life.  Jimmy told his version: "I think it will be something like this in Heaven.  One day when we all get to go to Heaven, it will be time for the big angel to read from the big book the names of all the people who will be there.  He will come to the Rogers family and say, 'Daddy Rogers?' and Daddy will say, 'Here!' Then the angel will call out, 'Mommy Rogers?' and Mommy will say, 'Here!'  Then the angel will come down to call out Suzie Rogers and Mavis Rogers, and they both will say, 'Here!'"
     He paused, took a big deep breath and continued.  "And finally that big angel will read my name, Jimmy Rogers, and because I'm little and maybe he'll miss me, I'll jump and shout real loud,'HERE!' to make sure he knows I'm there."
     Just a few days later there was a tragic accident.  A car struck down little Jimmy Rogers as he made his way to catch the school bus.  He was rushed by ambulance to the hospital, and all the family was summoned.  He was in critical condition.
     The little family group gathered around the bed in which little Jimmy now lay with no movement, no consciousness and no hope for recovery.  The doctors had done all that was in their power.  Jimmy would probably be gone by morning.
     The family prayed and waited.  Late in the night the little boy seemed to be stirring a bit.  They all moved closer.  They saw his lips move; just one word was all he uttered before he passed from this life.  But what a word of comfort and hope for a grieving family he was to leave behind.  In the clear voice of a little boy, loud and clear enough so all could hear and understand, little Jimmy Rogers said the one word: 'HERE!'  And then he was gone to another life beyond this world, where a big angel was reading the names of all those written there.

Excerpted from Moments for Mothers

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on June 01, 2008, 01:03:44 AM
AMEN GRAMMYLUV!

This one was a particularly beautiful story. I think that we all know some "Little Jimmy's" who are already home with the LORD. I know that we most commonly associate things like this with great sadness, but Little Jimmy isn't sad. Little Jimmy has the greatest Love and Care anyone could possibly have, and he's with JESUS CHRIST for Eternity. There are many real-life stories just like this that are quite real. This is why we should think about GOD'S Promises to us every day and tell others about JESUS. One of our greatest responsibilities is to our own children, and that should be a matter of love.

Love In Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 01, 2008, 01:27:06 AM
I had such a lump in my throat when I read that story.  But you're right about it's beauty.  That little boy wasn't afraid...."Here!" he said.  I can't wait to hear God say my name...hopefully it will be preceded by, "Welcome".  ;D


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 01, 2008, 07:21:04 PM
Oaks of Righteousness

"They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor" (Isa. 61:3).

It was the worst time in my life. Feeling betrayed by God, I stormed out of the door and walked up the heavily wooded hill behind my house. Reaching the hilltop, I raged at God. "God!" I shouted, "Is this how you treat someone who is faithful to You?! I've waited and waited. I've worked and prayed. And for what? For this?" My lungs hurt and my throat was raw - but I had one more thing to say to God. "I hate You, God! I hate You!"

I sat down on an old oak tree that had broken at the base and was lying on the ground. For the next three hours, I sobbed uncontrollably, unable to speak, unable to pray. I wondered how God could abandon me. I wondered if He even existed. Maybe I had wasted my life believing in a myth.

Finally, I got up to leave. When I looked over at the fallen oak that I had sat on, I noticed something interesting. The fallen tree was pointed toward the base of another oak tree - a tree that stood strong and tall with wide spreading branches. At that moment, I heard a quiet voice inside me say, Today, like this broken oak tree, you are a broken man. But this brokenness was needed in order for you to become like the large, strong oak tree that stands before you.

Years later, I would look back and know that God Himself had spoken to me out of my period of darkness and silence.

Even when I raged at God and told Him I hated Him, God was faithful and forgiving. Today, He has replaced the ashes of my despair with the oil of gladness. He has planted me firmly like a strong and sturdy oak tree, and I live my life in gratitude for His mercy.

Do you find yourself in a dark place? Share your true feelings with God. You'll be surprised how well He is willing to listen.

by Os Hillman

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 02, 2008, 06:14:57 PM
Days of the Week

Monday WashDay
Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and vanity, so I may serve you  with perfect humility through the week ahead.
 
Tuesday  Ironing  Day   
Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles
of prejudice I have collected through the years so that I may see the  beauty in others.

Wednesday Mending Day 
O God, help me mend my ways so I will not
set a bad example for others.

Thursday  Cleaning Day
Lord Jesus, help me to dust out all the many faults I have been hiding in  the secret corners of my heart.

Friday Shopping  Day
O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I may purchase eternal happiness  for myself and all others in need of love.

Saturday Cooking  Day
Help me, my Savior, to brew a big kettle of brotherly love and serve it  with clean, sweet bread of human kindness.

Sunday  The  Lord's Day   
O God, I have prepared my house for you. Please help me so I may spend the  day and the rest of my life in your presence.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 06, 2008, 09:36:57 PM
What If God Had An Answering Machine?

Answering machines seem to be a necessary part of our modern day living.  But I wonder.... What if God decided to install an automated answering machine?

Imagine praying and hearing this answer:

"Thank you for calling My Father's House.  Please select one of the following four options:  Press 1 for requests, press 2 for a thankgiving, press 3 for complaints, for all other inquiries press 4.

What if God used the familiar excuse: "All angles are helping other customers right now.  Please stay on the line.  Your call will be answered in the order it was received."

Can you imagine getting these kinds of responses as you called on God in prayer?
  • If you would like to speak with Gabriel, press 1; for Michael 2; for any other angels, press 3.
    If you would like King David to sing you a psalm, press 6
    To find out if your relative is here, enter his/her date of death and listen for the list that follows.
    For reservations at My Father's House, simply press the letters J-O-H-N, followed by the numbers 3-1-6.
    For answers to nagging questions about dinosaurs, the age of the earth, and where Noah's ark is, wait till you get here.
    Our computers show that you have called once today already.  Please hang up immediately.
    This office is closed for the weekend.  Please call again on Monday.

Thank God you can't call Him too often!  You only need to ring once and god hears you.  Because of Jesus, you never get a busy signal.  God takes each call and knows each caller personally.

Then you will call and the Lord will answer, you will cry for help and he will say; 'Here I am'.
Isaiah 58:9


* Personal note:...... I LOVE THAT VERSE!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 06, 2008, 10:53:14 PM
'If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under' - Ronald Reagan  
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on June 07, 2008, 05:55:52 AM
'If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under' - Ronald Reagan  
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Hello GrammyLuv,

Sister, I think this is a completely true statement. By the way, that was a beautiful graphic, and I did snag it.

SOON, I think that the world will get to see how things are with devil, and they will get to see the same end. Bluntly, the devil doesn't have anything except misery, and the misery is forever. We are watching a time where the powers of darkness are getting much stronger - just like the BIBLE said that they would. Even the imagined pleasures of darkness are misery, so I really don't understand what the devil has to offer. Whatever it is, this lost and dying world will get its fill before the DAY OF THE LORD.

As Christians, we have a better HOPE, and it isn't of this world.

Love In Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 07, 2008, 04:14:37 PM
We are watching a time where the powers of darkness are getting much stronger - just like the BIBLE said that they would.

True.  So very true.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 07, 2008, 04:28:43 PM
Coming to Mom's Rescue

   It was one of the worst days of my life:  The washing machine broke down, the telephone kept ringing, my head ached, and the mail carrier brought a bill I had no money to pay.  Almost to the breaking point, I lifted my one-year-old into his highchair, leaned my head against the tray, and began to cry.  Without a word, my son took his pacifier out of his mouth and stuck it in mine.

Clara Null


Night Shift

   Kathy Smith, West Coast TV-news anchorwoman, claims that off-camera and without makeup she wouldn't be recognized.  to avoid attracting attention in her Seattle neighborhood, she asked her children not to tell people what she did for a living.
   One day, while her five-year-old son was getting a haircut, she overheard him reply to a question from the barber about her work:  "I can't tell you what my mom does.  All I know is she gets all dressed up and goes out at night."

Contributed by Maggi White

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on June 08, 2008, 09:05:38 AM
 ;D   ;D    ROFL!

This was another HOOT! Children do have a way of putting us in our place fairly quickly and keeping us humble.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 08, 2008, 05:40:48 PM
;D   ;D    ROFL!

This was another HOOT! Children do have a way of putting us in our place fairly quickly and keeping us humble.

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Hey!  I used to have a Shar Pei!  They are from China so I called him "Charlie Chan -The Animal Man"!!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 08, 2008, 05:54:16 PM
Kiss

   I'm in the military, and being on time is always an issue.  I woke up late that morning, left late... the day was going horribly.  My six-year-old son wasn't speedy enough for me which increased my frustration.  we finally left for school and I was in no mood for chit-chat.  Halfway there I felt bad fro all my grumblings that morning.  It wasn't his fault I got up late.  He's only six, I thought, but I didn't relent.  We got to school, gave a quick hug and kiss and then I left.  While thinking about what lay ahead for the day, still worrying about being late, I backed out of the school parking lot.  Something told me to look up.  There he was, my sweet precious child blowing a kiss in the window.  It stopped me in my tracks.  For all the grumbling I had done that morning, all the yelling to hurry up, that one blown kiss made me stop.  Who cared if was late?  I certainly didn't, not by then at least.  My boss and my job would wait.  What really mattered here?  It was a simple reminder to slow down, lighten up, keep it simple.  My six-year-old reminded me time really didn't matter, only love.  I'll try harder not to forget that lesson, Son - I love you, too.

Katherine Pepin

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 20, 2008, 10:02:59 PM
Trouble Brewing

   After an exhausting weekend, I woke up Monday morning and sleepily packed lunch for my eight-year-old.
When I got home from work late that day, she handed me a note from her teacher, requesting I see her.  "What's
this about?" I asked sternly.
   Opening her lunch box, my daughter showed me the drink I had given her that morning.  It was a can of beer.

From: Chicken Soup for the Working Woman's Soul
Cynthia Briche

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 21, 2008, 06:51:49 PM
Do The Math

     Here is something to think about next time that you have a problem that dims your faith.  Try to figure out the math in this without God in the equation.  It cannot be done!

     Moses and the people were in the desert, but what was he going to do with them?  They had to be fed, and feeding 2 or 3 million people requires a lot of food.  According to the Quartermaster General in the Army, it is reported that Moses would have had to have 1,500 tons of food daily.
     Do you realize that to take that much food each day, two freight trains, each a mile long, would be required?  Besides, they were out in the desert, and they would require firewood to use in cooking the food.  This would take 4,000 tons of wood and a few more freight trains, each a mile lone just for one day!  Consider; they were forty years in transit.
     Oh yes; they would need water.  For only enough to drink and to wash a few dishes, it would necessitate 11 million gallons daily.  That would require a freight train with tank cars 1,800 miles long, just to accommodate water!
     Consider another concern:  They had to cross the Red Sea in one night.  If they selected a narrow path, double file, the line would be 800 miles long and would require 35 days and nights to pass through, so there had to be a space in the Red Sea three miles wide so they could walk 5,000 abreast, to cross in ONE night.
     Another dilemma faced Moses.  Each time they camped at the end of the day, it required a campground about two-thirds the size of Rhode Island, or a total of 750 square miles. 
     Do you think Moses considered all this before he left Egypt?  You see Moses believed in God.  God took care of these things for him.
     Do you really think God has any problem taking care of all your needs?

Unknown

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 22, 2008, 05:42:42 PM
The Commanding Secretary

     Working as a secretary at an international airport, my sister had an office adjacent to the room where security temporarily holds suspects.
     One day security officers were questioning a man when they were suddenly called away on another emergency.  To the horror of my sister and her colleagues, the man was left alone in the unlocked room.  After a few minutes, the door opened and he began to walk out.  Summoning up her courage, one of the secretaries barked, "Get back in there, and don't you come out until you're told!"
     The man scuttled back inside and slammed the door.  When the security people returned, the woman reported what had happened.
     Without a word, an officer walked into the room and released one very frightened telephone repairman.

Russel M. Perman

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 24, 2008, 02:24:48 PM
Grateful Old Souls Hymnal

Blessed insurance, so hard to find
and prescription coverage would be glory divine!

Standing on the promises of God and Geritol!

Amazing Grace how sweet the sound,
when'ere I once could hear!

Trust and obey, there's no other way
so with help from Ben Gay, we'll trust and obey!

Since the pacemaker came into my heart.
The blood fills my veins and my heart beats again!

Just a slower walk with thee,
Precious Jesus help me bend my knees!

Shall we gather at the pharmacy...
the overpriced, overpriced pharmacy!

Leaning on the everlasting arms.
and anything else I can find!

Give me that old timer religion,
'cause old and slow and gray!

Go tell it on the mountain,
I'm over the hill and on Medicare!

Just as I am Lord, without one hair,
O'Lamb of God I'm bald, I'm bald!

Arthritic Christian Soldiers,
Marching painfully, Oh how we would love some new bionic knees!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on June 25, 2008, 06:40:56 AM
Hello GrammyLuv,

 ;D  I resemble most of those old songs, but the words have been changed some. Do you get extra points for answering a certain number, "YES - that's me"? Regardless, that's a keeper and I had to save it. I might have some fun with that.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 28, 2008, 05:23:11 PM
Hello GrammyLuv,

 ;D  I resemble most of those old songs, but the words have been changed some. Do you get extra points for answering a certain number, "YES - that's me"? Regardless, that's a keeper and I had to save it. I might have some fun with that.

You just help yourself Brother Tom!  One of my best girlfriends got me a T-Shirt for my birthday this past March that said, "How Old I Art!" on it,  this little poem came with it on the box!  tee hee!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 28, 2008, 06:04:28 PM
Starting Over

I try to avoid looking forward or backward,
and try to keep looking upward.
Charlotte Bronte'


     Four years ago, on a rainy January night, I picked my mom up from the San Diego, California, airport.  Her flight from Seattle had been relatively short, but nonetheless she looked drained and frail.  Just hours before, her best friend in Washington had helped her pack some belonging, and had somehow maneuvered her onto the plane.  after being in an abusive relationshop for many years, my mom had finally decided she was ready to take control of her life, so we had agreed she would leave her home and come live with me.
     That first night I held her as she cried herself to sleep.  The ache in my heart called out to the deep sadness in hers.  I had always loved my mom but was shortsighted, as children often are, when it came to seeing her as an individual.  But now as we lay together I felt how wounded she was.  This wasn't the mom whom I, as a child, had always expected to be strong and all-knowing.  Nor was she the uncool, boring old-timer I saw through the lens of my rebellious teenage years.  No, this was a flesh-and-blood woman in her own right, with a heart and a soul, with her own hopes, dreams and disappointments---and her own pain.
     In those first few weeks at my house, the only thing that held my mother together was her faith that God would help her find her way, somehow.  I often heard her pray for guidance and strength, and I always added my silent "Amen" to her petition.
     In February, the local Christian university advertised a degree completion program.  "Earn a bachelor's degree in just two years," the announcement read.  I immediately thought of Mom, who never had the opportunity to complete her education.  I showed the ad to her, and she agreed it looked interesting, so I made an appointment with a guidance counselor at the college.  Mom and I walked in thinking that we would just be gathering information that day.  An hour later, my mom walked out a newly enrolled university student.
     Over the next twenty-four months, every Tuesday night, my mom packed up her school bag, kissed me good-bye and drove herself to class.  At first, she was apprehensive about being a fifty-three-year-old college student.  However, she soon found herself in a tightly knit group of people from all stages and walks of life, and her spirit took flight.
     Each month that passed brought her battered heart a renewed sense of hope, strength and independence.  I watched with joy as she began to view herself differently.  No longer was she timid about her own capabilities and achievements.  No longer was she reticent about expressing her own opinions.  She was realizing once more that she was a person who mattered.  A person whose hopes and desires could still float on the updraft of dreams.  A person who had courage and stamina.  A person who was valuable, not because she was or had been a wife or a mother or a friend, but because of who she essentially was, in herself.  My mom discovered her own worth.
     Just over two years later, on a warm May afternoon, I helped my mom gather together the things she needed.  I tied the sash on her dress and assisted her into the long, black satin gown.  I took pictures as we headed down the stairs, into the car and across town.  I laughed as she climbed the steps of the university and ran to join her classmates, who were joyfully hugging and congratulating each other.
     I cried tears of happiness as my mom crossed the stage and received her diploma.  She was beaming.  And for a moment I thought back to the broken-hearted woman who had arrived at the San Diego airpoet two years before.  But that woman was nowhere to be seen now.  There was only this confident, firm-stepping lady---my honored and beloved mother---descending from the stage, her black gown swirling, her face radiating delight, ready for the next adventure that life would bring.  She had left the only life she knew and found herself as a result.

Jennifer Harris


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 29, 2008, 06:08:31 PM
For the Record


     Less than a year after my wife's funeral I was confronted with the most terrible realities of being a widower with five children.
     Notes from school.  Field-trip permission slips, PTA election ballots, Troll Book order forms, sports sign-ups, medical forms and innumerable academic progress reports --- an onslaught of paperwork courtesy of the educational bureaucracy.
     This "literature" has to be read and signed, or placed at the bottom of the birdcage.  Regardless of its destination it must be dealt with on a daily basis.
     One day, eight-year-old Rachel was helping me complete five (count 'em, five) emergency treatment forms for school.  She would fill in the generic information (name, address, phone number), and I would add the rest (insurance numbers, doctor's name, date, signature).  After signing the forms, I checked them for accuracy.  It was then that I noticed on each card, in the slot beside Mother's Business Phone, Rachel had written "1-800-HEAVEN."

Rob Loughran


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on June 30, 2008, 12:22:18 PM
Her hair was up in a pony tail,

Her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

And she couldn't wait to go.



But her mommy tried to tell her,

That she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

If she went to school alone.



But she was not afraid;

She knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates

Of why he wasn't there today.



But still her mother worried,

For her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

She tried to keep her daughter home.



But the little girl went to school

Eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never see s

A dad who never calls.



There were daddies along the wall in back,

For everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

Anxious in their seats



One by one the teacher called

A student from the class.

To introduce their daddy,

As seconds slowly passed.



At last the teacher called her name,

Every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

For a man who wasn't there.



'Where's her daddy at?'

She heard a boy call out.

'She probably doesn't have one,'

Another student dared to shout.



And from somewhere near the back,

She heard a daddy say,

'Looks like another deadbeat dad,

Too busy to waste his day.'



The words did not offend her,

As she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

Who told her to go on

And with hands behind her back,

Slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

Came words incredibly unique.



'My Daddy couldn't be here,

Because he liv es so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

Since this is such a special day.



And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

And how much he loves me so

He loved to tell me stories

He taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

And taught me to fly a kite.



We used to share fudge sundaes,

And ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.

''Cause my daddy's always with me,

Even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

He'll forever be in my heart'

With that, her little hand reached up,

And lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,



And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,

Her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

Who was wise beyond her years.



For she stood up for the love

Of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

Doing what was right.



And when she dropped her hand back down,

Staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

But its message clear and loud.



'I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

But heaven's, just too far.



You see he is a Marine

And died just this past year

When a roadside bomb hit his convoy

And taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away.'

And then she closed her eyes,

And saw him there that day.



And to her mothers amazement,

She witnessed with surprise.

A room full of daddies and children,

All starting to close their eyes.



Who knows what they saw before them,

Who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

They saw him at her side.



'I know you're with me Daddy,'

To the silence she called out .

And what happened next made believers,

Of those once filled with doubt.



Not one in that room could explain it,

For each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.



And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

By the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

That heaven is never too far.



They say it takes a minute to find a special

Person, an hour to appreciate them,

A day to love them, but then an entire

Life to forget them.

Pro 18:24
 
 A man [that hath] friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend [that] sticketh closer than a brother.



Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 04, 2008, 06:26:11 PM
An Educated Woman


     My grandfather, Stavros Economy, had come to America from Greece at the turn of the century seeking to make a better life for himself.  Rather than steeling on the East Coast, as so many other Greeks had done, Stavros heard that men were being hired to work on building the railroad network in the West.  So he headed off to the desolate, arid country around Rock Springs, Wyoming, to eke out a living through backbreaking labor.
    With money in the bank, the time finally came for Stavros to get out of Rock Springs and settle down.  He headed to Chicago and told relatives there that he was looking for a wife.  An arranged marriage was a common custom among immigrants, who learned to love each other later.  "What kind of woman do you want?", asked his cousin George.
     "A woman from a good Greek family," he said.  "And someone who is educated."    Stavros had taught himself how to read and write English.  He loved the opera and studied the great Greek poets and philosophers: Homer, Plato and Socrates.  He wanted a wife with whom he could share his love of learning.
     "I think I know just the woman", said George.  "She is the youngest daughter of the Mallieris family.  Her name is Stavroula.  She is very beautiful, and I am sure she is quite well-educated."  And so, a date was set to introduce the two.
     Stavroula sat in the chair in the parlor wearing her Sunday finest.  Her father was very anxious to marry her off.  After all, he had four daughters to support.  "Here," he said, handing her a newspaper.  "He wants and educated woman.  Read this when he comes through the door."
     "But Papa, you know I can't read!" Stavroula cried.
     "Don't worry," he said confidently, "God will take care of the situation."
     After the introductions with with Stavroula's parents, Stavros approached the parlor to meet his prospective fiancee'.  He stood up straight, twirled the ends of his large handlebar moustache, smoothed out the lapel of his pinstriped suit and walked purposefully into the room.
     The sight he beheld was more beautiful than he could have imagined.  There sat and angel.  Stavroula had a milky white complexion and delicate features.  Long, thin fingers, a perfect little nose and plump, full lips.  With her wavy blond hair, she almost didn't look Greek.  Blue eyes, like a clear summer sky, peered over the top of the newspaper at him.
     Completely mesmerized, Stavros knew he would have to look no further.  Stavroula would be his bride.  She was beautiful and educated.  They would marry, move to Colorado and start a family -- the first Greek family in Denver.
     He bowed to greet her, taking her small, soft hand in his.  He never noticed that the newspaper she held was upside-down.

Christine E. Belleris

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 06, 2008, 05:36:28 PM
A-Head of the Game


     A friend of  mine had been suffering from a lack of self-confidence after a particularly difficult breakup.  He was a bit wary of returning to the dating world, worried that he had "lost his touch" with women.
     Unfortunately, soon after ending his previous relationship, he began to lose his hair, and he saw this as a sign from above that he was doomed to be alone forever.  "Who the heck is going to want to date some bald guy?" he said to me one night as we commiserated over large yummy cups of cappuccino.  The eternal wit, he was convinced that good hair was the ticket to a successful relationship.  "What will she run her fingers through now?" he exclaimed discouragingly.  "My scalp?"
   As he started asking women out, he only took them to locations where a baseball cap was acceptable -- playing Frisbee in the park, walking the dog, a baseball game or any other faintly sporty event where he could successfully hide his thinning top.  This worked out fine for a while, but there are only so many sporting events to got to, and only so many sunny days to toss the Frisbee and walk the dog.
     Also, one huge aspect of my friends, personality was that he absolutely loved going out for a nice dinner.  We had enjoyed many nights in college spending too much money on bottles of wine, hors d'oeuvers and warm chocolaty desserts at the most upscale restaurants.  Unfortunately, none of these restaurants would allow a baseball cap, no matter how nice it may be.  This started to discourage him and again his spirits dropped, until he received notification in the mail that he had won a free dinner for two at an exclusive restaurant downtown.
     "Congratulations!" the letter read.  "You and a guest have been chosen to sample and savor our elegant cuisine and ambiance.  Please find the enclosed gift certificate for fifty dollars!"  He was thrilled.  Jumping up and down with enthusiasm, he thought out loud about what to wear, what to order, when to go, and...uh oh...who to take.  He couldn't wear a hat into this new restaurant.  But who could he take who wouldn't be shocked by his barely covered head?  His brow furrowed in disappointment and he collapsed on the nearby couch.  after a few minutes of silence, he shouted out, "Aw, phooey.  I'm going."  Leaping from his seat, his face took on that all-too-familiar glow and he quickly breezed through his index of possible dates, finally landing on Sarah, the woman whom he had been admiring from afar for months.  He sat down in his favorite chair, dialed her number confidently and asked her to accompany him--and she gratefully accepted.  A few nights later, dressed to the nines and beautifully bare-headed, he and Sarah shared a perfect evening and have been wonderfully in love ever since.
     And I'll tell you this: That was the best fifty dollars I've spent in a long time.

Katie Mauro
(Chicken Soup for the Single's Soul)



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Personal Note:  "Index of possible dates???  At least he had an index!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 07, 2008, 09:31:09 PM
Hello Brothers and Sisters!
I am not prepared tonight with some "Chicken Soup" for you but let me share something of my own with you.

As many already know, I work at a women and children's mission is downtown Seattle.  Often I go home and feel that I could've done better and wonder if I am of any use at all.  Am I being the face of Christ to anyone at all.
Today, I came in and was sitting around waiting to go into a meeting when one of the clients passed by and then came back and said, "I have an overwhelming desire to give you a hug!"  Which she proceeded to do!

In Christ,
Grammyluv  ;D


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on July 08, 2008, 01:34:37 AM
Hello GrammyLuv,

I'm glad you had something personal tonight. That was neat and I enjoyed it. AMEN!

I appears that GOD gave you an answer to your question with a priceless moment.

Love In Christ,
Tom



Favorite Bible Quotes 182 - Hebrews 7:18-19 For there is verily a
disannulling of the commandment going before for the weakness and
unprofitableness thereof. 19 For the law made nothing perfect, but the
bringing in of a better hope did; by the which we draw nigh unto God.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 12, 2008, 06:42:21 PM
Hello GrammyLuv,

I'm glad you had something personal tonight. That was neat and I enjoyed it. AMEN!

I appears that GOD gave you an answer to your question with a priceless moment.

Love In Christ,
Tom



Favorite Bible Quotes 182 - Hebrews 7:18-19 For there is verily a
disannulling of the commandment going before for the weakness and
unprofitableness thereof. 19 For the law made nothing perfect, but the
bringing in of a better hope did; by the which we draw nigh unto God.


Thanks Brother Tom!  When that happened, it really made my day!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 12, 2008, 06:49:08 PM
(Found in Reader's Digest- Feb 2008)

This classified ad from the Sturgis (Michigan) Journal showcases a cat that thinks it's a lion.  "Free to good home: 2 adult female cats, 1 long-haired gray, 1 deluded calico."
Linda Meggison

My wife found this flyer taped to a neighborhood telephone pole: "Found, male yellow Lab, very friendly.  Loves to play with kids and eat Bubbles.  Bubbles is our cat.  Please come and get your dog."
Robert Chapman

Who could resist this dog after the sales pitch in the Athens (Ohio) News?  "Worst dog ever.  Free to a good home.  Not fixed.  Doesn't come when called.  Runs away.  Kills chickens and has foul smell."
Laura Calentine

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 13, 2008, 09:16:13 PM
BE PROUD OF YOUR SCARS

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 that was 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.

In the house, his mother was looking out the window. She 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 a very 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. On his arms, there 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 the boy if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. 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, 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 right 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, not knowing what lies ahead.  The swimming hole of life is filled with peril and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That is when the tug-of-war begins. If you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He will not ever let you go.

Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they got them.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 14, 2008, 10:56:27 PM
The Survivor


The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island.

He prayed feverishly for GOD to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky.

The worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger.

'GOD, how could you do this to me?' he cried.

 Early the next day he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island.  It had come to rescue him.

'How did you know I was here?' Asked the weary man of his rescuers.

'We saw your smoke signal,' they replied.

It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because GOD is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain, and suffering.

Remember that, the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of GOD.

Submitted by maryjo garascia

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 18, 2008, 07:37:25 PM
        I Believe:

        Birth Certificate shows that we were born
        A Death Certificate shows that we died
        Pictures show that we lived!
        Have a seat . . . Relax . . And read this slowly.

        I Believe...
        That just because two people argue,
        it doesn't mean they don't love each other.
        And just because they don't argue,
        it doesn't mean they do love each other.

        I Believe...
        That we don't have to change friends if
        we understand that friends change.

        I Believe...
        That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt
        you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

        I Believe...
        That true friendship continues to grow, even over
        the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

        I Believe...
        That you can do something in an instant
        that will give you heartache for life.

        I Believe...
        That it's taking me a long time
        to become the person I want to be.

        I Believe...
        That you should always leave loved ones with
        loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

        I Believe...
        That you can keep going long after you think you can't.

        I Believe...
        That we are responsible for what
        we do, no matter how we feel.

        I Believe...
        That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

        I Believe...
        That heroes are the people who do what has to be done
        when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

        I Believe...
        That money is a lousy way of keeping score.

        I Believe...
        That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have
        the best time.

        I Believe...
        That sometimes the people you expect to kick you
        when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

        I Believe...
        That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry,
        but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

        I Believe...
        That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences
        you've had
        and what you've learned from them and less to do
        with how many birthdays you've celebrated.

        I Believe...
        That it isn't always enough, to be forgiven by others.
        sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.

        I Believe...
        That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't
        stop for your grief.

        I Believe...
        That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we
        are, but we are responsible for who we become.

        I Believe...
        That you shouldn't be so eager to find
        out a secret. It could change your life Forever.

        I Believe...
        Two people can look at the exact same
        thing and see something totally different.

        I Believe...
        That your life can be changed in a matter of
        hours by people who don't even know you.

        I Believe...
        That even when you think you have no more to give, when
        a friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help.

        I Believe...
        That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

        I Believe...
        That the people you care about most in life are taken from you
        too soon.

        'The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of
        everything; they just make the most of everything.'
       
    Live simply.
    Love generously.
    Care deeply.
    Speak kindly.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 19, 2008, 05:42:12 PM
The Blind Horse(anonymous)


Near my home is a field, with two horses in it.

From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing....

Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him.

This alone is amazing.

If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field.

Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell. It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.

As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray.

When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.

Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges.

He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.

Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way....


And remember... Be kinder than necessary - Everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 20, 2008, 06:30:59 PM
Twinkies And Root Beer


A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey.

When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park just feeding some pigeons. The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie.

The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.

Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man, and gave him a hug. The man gave him his biggest smile ever.

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?

"He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? God's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"

Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked," Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"

He replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added," You know, he's much younger than I expected."

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 22, 2008, 12:02:01 AM
Daddy's Empty Chair
 (anonymous)

A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father. When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.

An empty chair sat beside his bed. The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you were expecting me", he said.
"No, who are you?" said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show
up".

Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man, "Would you mind closing the door?" Puzzled, the minister shut the door. "I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head."

I abandoned any attempt at prayer, "the old man continued, " until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus."

Here is what I suggest: "Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I will be with you always'. "Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."

"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."

The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church.

Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon. Did he die in peace?" he asked. Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek.

When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?"

The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."

Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 25, 2008, 10:07:18 PM
The Kindness of a Stranger
(anonymous)

This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.
She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith.

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven.

That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith ,  in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it.

Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart.

Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.

By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love. Love, God


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on July 26, 2008, 01:06:46 AM
What a beautiful story!

I have my little old man sitting next to me. He's 16 years old and hasn't been more than a few inches away from me all day. He's been sad today because my wife is in St. Louis helping the kids. My daughter's husband in gone to a school, and she will help bring them all home for a visit. To make a long story short, our little dog is a basket case when either of us are out of pocket. He's a faithful little friend who gives love unconditionally, so it's easy to see why so many people love their pets. This is just a small example when comparing how much GOD loves us - even enough to die for us.

Love in Christ,
Tom



Favorite Bible Quotes 328 - Philippians 4:12-13 I know both how to be
abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am
instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to
suffer need. 13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth
me.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 26, 2008, 04:11:44 PM
Age And Attitude
(anonymous)

It Is Not The AGE It Is The ATTITUDE:

A 92-year-old, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably coiffed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready. As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.

"I love it," he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

"Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait."

"That doesn't have anything to do with it," he replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged ... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it." It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life. Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!

Thank you for your part in filling my memory bank. I am still depositing.

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.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: Soldier4Christ on July 26, 2008, 04:31:07 PM
Amen!

J. Free your heart from hatred. Psa 51:10  Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit
                                                                    within me.
E. Free your mind from worries. Mat 11:29  Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and
                                                                      lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

S. Live simply.  Mat 18:3  And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little
                                         children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.

U. Give more. Mat 5:42  Give to him that asketh thee, and from him that would borrow of thee turn
                                        not thou away.

S. Expect less. Jas 4:3  Ye ask, and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may consume it
                                      upon your lusts.



Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 26, 2008, 04:47:30 PM
Amen!

J. Free your heart from hatred. Psa 51:10  Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit
                                                                    within me.
E. Free your mind from worries. Mat 11:29  Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and
                                                                      lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

S. Live simply.  Mat 18:3  And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little
                                         children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.

U. Give more. Mat 5:42  Give to him that asketh thee, and from him that would borrow of thee turn
                                        not thou away.

S. Expect less. Jas 4:3  Ye ask, and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may consume it
                                      upon your lusts.



Wow!  Thanks Pastor Roger!  That is such a great addition!  And I thought only BEP stopped by here!   ;D


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: Soldier4Christ on July 26, 2008, 05:32:01 PM
And I thought only BEP stopped by here!   ;D

I'm full of surprises.  ;)



Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on July 27, 2008, 05:22:51 AM
Wow!  Thanks Pastor Roger!  That is such a great addition!  And I thought only BEP stopped by here!   ;D

Hello Grammyluv,

Sister, this is one of my favorites, and I read everything posted here. If you look at the number of "Reads", you'll see that nearly 59,000 people have read in this thread. This is the magic of mass communication on the Internet. We have no idea how GOD will eventually use every post, but HE does, and we have HIS Promise that HIS WORD will never return void. It makes me feel good that people around the world can get good and Godly material to use. I know that it's even translated into other languages to use, and many missionaries use Christian materials to teach English. GOD is still working in many MIGHTY ways that we don't even know about, so this is just another reason to give Thanks to GOD. May HE receive all the GLORY!

Love In Christ,
Tom



Christian Quotes 172 -
Helping struggling souls in the battle of life
We wish that ministers of Christ, who wield the marvelous
power of the pulpit, instead of pursuing, Sunday after Sunday,
the round of purely doctrinal sermons, would understand the
necessity of sympathetically helping struggling souls in the
battle of life; teaching them how to fight the good fight of
faith when the hour of conflict comes. The Sunday discourse
ought to impart strength and heart-cheer to the combatants,
young and old, in the spiritual arena.
 -- John MacDuff  1895


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: Soldier4Christ on July 27, 2008, 09:51:47 AM
GOD is still working in many MIGHTY ways that we don't even know about, so this is just another reason to give Thanks to GOD. May HE receive all the GLORY!

Amen!



Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 27, 2008, 11:02:24 AM
May HE receive all the GLORY![/b]



I'll give that another AMEN!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 27, 2008, 05:29:48 PM
Yellow Roses
(anonymous)

I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 57 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.

He often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands.

He knew I loved yellow roses. With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since he had passed on.

Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.

Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how he had loved his steak.

Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blonde, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large package of T-bones, dropped them in her basket... hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks.

She saw me watching her and she smiled. 'My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know.'

I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes.

'My husband passed away eight days ago,' I told her. Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. 'Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together.'

She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.

I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. A Quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.

I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front. I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile! I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine.

As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes. 'These are for you,' she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms. 'When you go through the line, they will know these are paid for.' She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again. I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision.

I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know? Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone.

Oh, you haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.

(I totally had a lump in my throat when I read this one.  And wouldn't you know?  Yellow roses are my favorite too!)


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 28, 2008, 11:18:40 PM
The Wooden Bowl
Submitted by Mo Siegel

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl! When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work .

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
 I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.!

WHAT GOES AROUND...COMES AROUND !!!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 29, 2008, 02:17:37 PM
The Dart Test
Submitted by Mo Siegel


A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her teacher, Dr. Smith. She says that Dr. Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons.

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 friend drew a picture of 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 with the overall effect she had achieved.

The class lined up and began throwing darts. 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 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 tears filled eyes of the students focused only on the picture of Christ. 

WOW!
Grammyluv


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 30, 2008, 03:36:27 PM
A Friend, Indeed


His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

'I want to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's life.'

'No, I can't accept payment for what I did,' the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

'Is that your son?' the nobleman asked.

'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly.

'I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.' And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance like nobody's watching.

Sing like nobody's listening.

Live like it's Heaven on Earth.

May your purse always hold a coin or two;

May the sun always shine on your windowpane;

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;

May the hand of a friend always be near you;

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on July 31, 2008, 12:49:31 PM
God brews the Coffee
(anonymous)

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. The conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain-looking, some expensive, and some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

After all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.

"Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases, it's just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups...and then began eyeing each other's cups.

"Now consider this: Life is the coffee, and the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life, and the type of cup we have does not define nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us."

God brews the coffee, not the cups . . . enjoy your coffee.

“When we complain that we do not get what we deserve, we do not know how fortunate we are.”

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 01, 2008, 09:44:12 AM
A Lesson in Love

Carl was a quiet man. He didn't talk much. He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake.

Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, no one could really say they knew him very well.

Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us.

He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII. Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII, he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity.

When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister's residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner. Without fanfare, h e just signed up.

He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened. He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked, "Would you like a drink from the hose?"

The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, "Yeah, sure," with a malevolent little smile.

As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's arm, throwing him down. As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl's assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled.

Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg. He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help him..

Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn't get there fast enough to stop it. "Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?" the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet.

Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head. "Just some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday." His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water.

Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, "Carl, what are you doing?"

"I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately," came the calm reply.

Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place.

A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose.

This time they didn't rob him. They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water.

When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done.

Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering.

The summer was quickly fading into fall Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches.

As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack.

"Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time." The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl.

"What's this?" Carl asked.

"It's your stuff," the man explained. "It's your stuff back, even the money in your wallet." "I don't understand," Carl said. "Why would you help me now?"

The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. "I learned something from you," he said. "I ran with that gang and hurt people like you. We picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it. But every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate." He stopped for a moment. "I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back." He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say.. "That bag's my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess." And with that, he walked off down the street.

Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago.

He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather. In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn't know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church.

The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life. In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, "Do your best and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden."

The following spring another flyer went up. It read: "Person needed to care for Carl's garden."

The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister's office door.

Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. "I believe this is my job, if you'll have me," the young man said.

The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl.

He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, "Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and honor him."

The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done.

In that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl's memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it.

One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn't care for the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, "My wife just had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on Saturday."

"Well, congratulations!" said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys. "That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?"

"Carl," he replied.

That's the whole gospel message simply stated.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 02, 2008, 10:58:23 AM
Attitude is Everything
(anonymous)

One of the most influential men in my life told me once, "I choose to be in a good mood."

"Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or... I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it."

"Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."

"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.

"Yes, it is," he said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood."

"You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life."

I reflected on what he said. Soon thereafter, I left the job where we met to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw him about six months after the accident.

When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins...Wanna see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.

"The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter," he replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or... I could choose to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.

He continued, "...the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," he said. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'."

Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."

He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.

Attitude, after all, is everything.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34.

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 03, 2008, 10:05:08 AM
Family Gathering
By Jo Ann Wiedman


We had gathered and seated ourselves around my parents’ ancient oak table for another holiday dinner. Four generations at one table celebrating the passage of our lives together once again with traditions unique to our family.

After my father offered thanks for our many blessings, my nephew exclaimed “Thanks grandpa, now we can all eat.”

One of the great grandchildren replied “Why do you call him “grandpa?” We call him poppa.”

I surveyed my loved ones and realized that my Dad has many names: Three brothers and two sisters call him Dad; and we know he loves us. Mom calls him Clem or Dear, and we know he loves her. My Brother Michael’s 3 children call him Poppa and he loves them. Kathy’s kids call him G. P. and he loves them. My kids call him Grandpa and he loves them too. My cousins call him Uncle Clem, and he loves them too. His former students called him Mr. Wiedman and knew him as a good math teacher with a great sense of humor and they loved him. His buddies at church, in the coffee club and at physical therapy also call him Clem and he loves them too.

Now if you asked each of us to share our most treasured memories of time spent with him, most likely we would each have different stories. And if we did share such stories, probably each of us would find more reasons for loving him, discovering greater range and style than each of us experienced in our personal history of interaction.

He would not turn his back on any of us in a time of need nor would he hold a grudge against any of his grandchildren because they address him in their own style or against any of his loved ones because we don’t all share the same stock of meaningful experiences in our memories of him.

And I realized; “That’s how it must be with our heavenly Father.”

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 04, 2008, 10:50:51 AM
Old Age is a Gift
(anonymous)

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, he was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let him know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body ... the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And, often I am taken aback by that old person who lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 am, and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50's & 60's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten and I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet is hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength, understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. I can say "no," and mean it. I can say "yes." and mean it. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day.

As I read this one this morning I was so happy to see that there was another that felt like I do.  At 51, I don't feel old either but I do feel freer than I have ever felt.  I too, will put on a suit and jump in the pool with my grandkids and not worry about a few buldges here and there.  And I have grown to like myself inspite of mistakes made in my past.  I also have loved and lost, but I also have many "laugh" winkles because I do enjoy humor!  I haven't decided about the gray hair yet.  I found my first one the day after I turned 30 and I have been coloring my hair ever since!  I'm sure I have a head full of it by now and maybe this will be the year that I decide to let it grow out just to see.  After all, at this age and stage of my life there are only 3 people that I feel the need to impress:  God, my grandson and me!  And the first two love me unconditionally!
In Christ,
Grammyluv  ;D

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 05, 2008, 02:13:33 PM
Some may have seen this before.  It's an oldie, but a goodie.

A Prayer for Ice Cream


Thank God for Children Saying Grace...

Last week, I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, we heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"

Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"

As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.

He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."

"Really?" my son asked.

"Cross my heart," the man replied.

Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had hurt my child's feelings), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."

Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 06, 2008, 02:11:31 PM
Family

I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He 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 good-bye.
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,
God's 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 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, 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."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 07, 2008, 10:02:31 AM
The Faith of a Child


This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa...

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities.

Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle.

She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates). "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

"All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God" she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead so please send it this afternoon."

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?"

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen". I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.

Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.

From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried.

I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!

Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."

"Before they call, I will answer" (Isaiah 65:24)


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 08, 2008, 01:41:08 PM
Mouse trap


A Mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife opening a package. "What food might this contain?" He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning. "There is a mousetrap in the house, there is a mousetrap in the house!"

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The pig sympathized but said, "I am so very sorry Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured that you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow who said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you. But it's no skin off my nose."

So the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone. That very night a sound was heard throughout the house like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness the wife did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife.

The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever. Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.

But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.

The farmer's wife did not get well. She died; And so many people came for her funeral the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

So next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and think that it doesn't concern you, remember that when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and be willing to make that extra effort to encourage one another.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 09, 2008, 05:21:47 PM
Room for the Good Stuff

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of small pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things-your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions -- things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.

The sand is everything else -- the small stuff.

If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 10, 2008, 01:31:28 PM
Stop your Quacking!


It was a typical hectic wet spring Saturday and I was driving to a local department store in search of a baby shower gift for my daughter, she was having my first Grandchild. I told my husband I would only be gone a short while cause I kind of knew what I wanted to buy. As most rainy spring Saturday’s would have it, the traffic was heavy and everyone seemed to be in a mad hurry.

As I was leaving BABIES ARE US, and scampered across the parking lot to my car, I noticed a large brown duck circling a sewer grid. As I approached the duck she came waddling up to me frantically quacking. As soon as she knew she had my attention, she turned and waddled back to the sewer grid. As I looked down into the sewer I counted eleven tiny yellow ducklings. I thought for a moment saying out loud that I was very late and very wet and there was nothing I could do. Besides, the sewer grid was much to heavy for me to move. Even out loud, no excuse sounded good enough, I knew I couldn't leave. This was a mother duck and her ducklings were in trouble and she came to me for help. As I stood there helpless, other people approached to see why I was standing in a parking lot talking to a duck. She circled me relentlessly quacking. It was quite the spectacle.

Just then a young man and his pregnant wife approached me and I began explaining the situation. Without coaxing, the young man took action. He carefully lifted off the grate and went in after the ducklings. One by one he lifted them to me. An employee from a nearby store came out with a box and we began filling the box with quackers. Seven ducklings filled the box and the young man assumed his rescue feat was completed. As he returned the sewer grid and turned to me he saw the sadness in my face, I knew in my heart I had counted eleven ducks, four were still lost...

By now a small crowd had gathered to watch the rescue. With seven ducklings in the box I set the box on the ground and moved away. The mother duck cautiously entered the box of quackers and quieted them down. A couple from the crowd volunteered to take the box to a nearby pond. When they tried to pick up the box the Mother duck flew from the box in noisy fright. Again, the employee from the near by store ran through the rain with a top for the box. As the Mother duck settled down the second time in the box of quackers I quickly placed the cover on top. Although, the Mother duck protested, the couple put the box in their car and set off for the pond. Everyone seemed happy, applauding everyone's efforts and then left. But I couldn't! There were four more baby ducks down there.

I stood quietly listening and worrying... they were baby ducks! A half hour had passed as I stood the rainy vigil with no sounds from the sewer, except the gushing water. Two new people came by to ask me why I was standing near the sewer staring down. I explained what happened and that four ducklings were still missing. The woman and her daughter then lifted the grate and suddenly we heard the low quacks of the ducklings calling for their Mother over the gushing water.

The man with his pregnant wife came to the rescue again, this time armed with a flash light. He smiled at me and said, "Four more huh!" He disappeared again into the sewer drain and was gone for several minutes. The rain had picked up and the sewer was again being filled with water. The pregnant young woman began to openly worry about her husband being in the sewer and how wet he would be. Suddenly, his head popped out of the sewer drain followed by a huge smile. In his jacket were 4 ducklings quacking their heads off.

We covered the sewer drain and got into our cars. He waited until we lined up to follow him in his truck to the nearby pond where the mother duck and the other ducklings had been released. With lights on high-beam and windshield wipers flapping, as though in a parade, we approached the pond. Standing near the water, the quacking of the four stragglers brought the mother duck and her brood to the shore line to be re-united. My heart was singing and everyone was smiling like we had all just won the million dollar lottery.

I didn't ask any of the rescuer's names or what made them want to get involved with saving eleven tiny ducklings on a very wet busy Saturday in spring, I only know I felt as though the mother duck and God were counting on us.

When I finally arrived home dripping wet my husband looked at me with some annoyance saying "where were you for so long." I just smiled and said, "Someone quite small reminded me just how precious life is and the love that bonds mothers and their offspring, so just stop your quacking! I'm going to be a GRANDMOTHER!"



Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. ~Mother Teresa


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 11, 2008, 01:13:07 PM
I may have posted this one before but as I was reading it with familiarity, I got a big Awwww in my heart and thought you might too!


Angels Have Helpers
This was written by a Hospice of Metro Denver physician.

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5:00 PM, got stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., when the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. The car wouldn't even turn over.

Before I could make the call for a tow, I saw a woman walking out of the "Quickie Mart" building, and it looked as though she had slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay. When I got to her, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying "I don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She explained that she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now.

So I asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away from me a little but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling walked to the McDonald's next door and bought two big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.

She told me her name, and said that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left two months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent on Jan 1, and finally in desperation had called her parents who live in California. She had not spoken to them in about 5 years. They said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there. So she packed up everything she owned in the car and told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.

I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an angel or something?" This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...

Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 12, 2008, 01:50:59 PM
The Most Valuable Thing


A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr.. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."

Memories flashed through his mind l! ike an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you! were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his si de of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important, Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old Belser house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture.... Jack stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said.

"What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most, '" Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser."

Jack thought to himself, "The thing he valued most was...my time."

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: David_james on August 12, 2008, 02:14:24 PM
WHY DID JESUS FOLD THE NAPKIN?
 
 An unusual approach to a biblical story...

Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection? I never noticed this...
 
The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes. The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded, and was placed at the head of that stony coffin.
 
Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved .
She said, 'They have taken the Lord's body out of the tomb, and I don't know where they have put him!' Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other disciple out ran Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in and saw the linen cloth lying there, but he didn't go in.. Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head was folded up and lying to the side.
 
Is that important? Absolutely! Is it really significant? Yes! In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day. The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this tradition. When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it. The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not dare touch that table, until the master was finished. Now if the master was done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and would wad up that napkin and toss it onto the table. The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the wadded napkin meant, 'I'm done'. But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table, because……

The folded napkin meant, 'I'm coming back!' 
 
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I heard very different. If a guest crumpled it, it meant he would come by again. If folded, he wouldn't. By folding the cloth, Jesus was saying that he wouldn't pass that way (death) again.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: Soldier4Christ on August 12, 2008, 03:30:22 PM
Actually it is neither one. While this is a beautiful story and one that is symbolic of the second coming there is no truth in the matter. There was no special custom in the Jewish religion regarding a napkin at mealtime. For one thing most of the Jews did not have a servant. There are indications that such a custom did exist but not with the Jews of Jesus' time or before but rather in early England with royalty.

What the folded napkin does indicate is that it was not removed by a grave robber and just hurriedly thrown aside. The Bible says that it was "wrapped together". The Greek word for this means to twist, to entwine, or to roll up not just folded flat as we would imagine. This is the fashion that napkins are placed at a place setting even today in fancier restaurants where the napkin is very carefully rolled up and the edge is tucked back inside of itself. This would show that it was meticulously done and with intent not by someone that was in a hurry to carry off with a body. John saw this and knew that it meant that Jesus had indeed risen.



Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: David_james on August 12, 2008, 03:57:37 PM
Thank you for clearing that up.  :)


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 13, 2008, 12:32:37 PM
What 57 Cents Can Buy


A sobbing little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was "too crowded."

"I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by. Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.

Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.

As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which looked as if it had been rummaged from some trash dump. Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School." For two years the little girl had saved for this offering of love.

When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying the note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion. He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building. But the story does not end there...

Soon afterwards, a newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered the church a parcel of land worth many thousands of dollars. When told that the church could not pay much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.

Soon church members were making large donations and checks came from far and wide. Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00, which was no small sum at the turn of the century. Her unselfish love had paid huge dividends.

When you are in the city of Philadelphia, look up Temple Baptist Church. It currently has a seating capacity of 3,300. Be sure to visit the Temple University, where thousands of students are educated. Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at the Sunday school building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school again.

One of the rooms of the Sunday school building features the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russel H. Conwell, author of the book, "Acres of Diamonds".

This story is true, and it goes to show exactly what God can do with just 57 cents.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 14, 2008, 12:38:19 PM
Life in 1904


THE YEAR WAS 1904
Just one hundred years ago.

Here are some of the U.S. statistics for 1904:

The average life expectancy in the U.S. was 47 years.

Only 14 percent of the homes in the U.S. had a bathtub.

Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.

A three-minute call from Denver to New York City cost eleven dollars.

There were only 8,000 cars in the U.S., and only 144 miles of paved roads.

The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.

Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa, and Tennessee were each more heavily populated than California. With a mere 1.4 million residents, California was only the 21st most populous state in the Union.

The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower.

The average wage in the U.S. was 22 cents an hour.

The average U.S. worker made between $200 and $400 per year.

A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, a dentist $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.

More than 95 percent of all births in the U.S. took place at home.

Ninety percent of all U.S. physicians had no college education. Instead, they attended medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press and by the government as "substandard."

Sugar cost 4 cents a pound. Eggs were 14 cents a dozen. Coffee was 15 cents a pound.

Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.

Canada passed a law prohibiting poor people from entering the country for any reason.

The five leading causes of death in the U.S were:
1. Pneumonia and influenza
2. Tuberculosis
3. Diarrhea
4. Heart disease
5. Stroke

The American flag had 45 stars. Arizona, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Hawaii, and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the Union yet.

The population of Las Vegas, Nevada, was 30 !

Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and iced tea hadn't been invented.

There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.

Two of 10 U.S. adults couldn't read or write. Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated high school.

Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at corner drugstores. According to one pharmacist, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health."

Eighteen % of households in the U.S. had at least one full-time servant or domestic.

There were only about 230 reported murders in the entire U.S.


What a difference a century makes!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 15, 2008, 12:27:01 PM
What is an American


You might have missed it in the rush of news about terrorism, but it was actually reported that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.

An anonymous Australian wrote the following to let everyone know what an American is, so they would know one when they found one. (Good on ya, mate!!!!)

An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani, or Afghan. An American may also be a Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.

An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses. An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

An American is from the most prosperous land in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence, which recognizes the God given right of each person the pursuit of happiness.

An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need. When Afghanistan was overrun by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country.!

As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan.

Americans welcome the best, the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best athletes. But they also welcome the least. The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America. Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. I've been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 other countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and every bloodthirsty tyrant in the history of the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself. Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on August 16, 2008, 01:22:02 AM
What is an American


You might have missed it in the rush of news about terrorism, but it was actually reported that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.

An anonymous Australian wrote the following to let everyone know what an American is, so they would know one when they found one. (Good on ya, mate!!!!)

An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani, or Afghan. An American may also be a Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.

An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses. An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

An American is from the most prosperous land in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence, which recognizes the God given right of each person the pursuit of happiness.

An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need. When Afghanistan was overrun by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country.!

As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan.

Americans welcome the best, the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best athletes. But they also welcome the least. The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America. Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. I've been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 other countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and every bloodthirsty tyrant in the history of the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself. Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.

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Hello Grammyluv,

THANKS! I had to copy this one. I'll just say:

Good On Ya' Mate!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 16, 2008, 03:05:15 PM
A Mother's Wisdom

GOD'S CAKE


Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why did God have to do this to me?" Here is a wonderful explanation!

A daughter was telling her Mother how everything was going wrong; she was failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend was moving away.

Meanwhile, her Mother was baking a cake and asked her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter replied, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."

"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers.

"Yuck" says her daughter.

"How about a couple raw eggs?"

"Gross, Mom!"

"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"

"Mom, those are all yucky!"

To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake! God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things together all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, all these ingredients of life will make something wonderful!

God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning. Whenever you want to talk, He listens. He can live anywhere in the universe yet He chose your heart in which to make his home.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance."


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 17, 2008, 01:35:24 PM
Blessing From Above


The death of my father coming so quickly left my mother unprepared for what awaited in the weeks to come. As our family sat together to plan his funeral we slowly realized that there wasnt any way we could pay for all of the expenses.

My mother was very strong and she placed many calls inquiring about policies and insurances she remembered my father having in his name. Sadly, all of the policies had either been cancelled or cashed in.

We really didnt know what to do. My husband and I went with my mother to the funeral home with the hope of makeing some affordable arrangements. We were greeted at the door by the funeral director who directed us up a staircase to his office. The discussion was extremely hard and emotional and very difficult to understand given everything that had happened just one day before.

The director took my mother's hand and with a kindly look told her not to worry about a thing. He explained that Dad's funeral has been "taken care of." We just looked at each other in amazement. We were speechless. What could we say? My mother asked him to repeat what he had just said and he repeated kindly, "The bill has been taken care of."

We knew it had to be a heavenly gift. God was watching over us. There was just so much going on and we couldnt handle not knowing what to do. The cost of the funeral would have taken us years to pay back. With the surprise and the relief of knowing everything was going to be alright, we hugged that man's neck, shook his hand and thanked him from the bottom of our hearts!

It has been almost six months since my father died and we know the Lord has been taking care of my mother. She has been through so much over the past few months, struggling with trying to pay her bills and taking care of things that were left undone. But things are starting to fall into place for her now. I know that without the Lord and his angels my mother wouldn't be where she is today. Just the other night while talking on the phone she told me that she caught a glimpse an angel's wing going around the edge of her bed.

My mother knows in her heart that the Lord has great things in store for her and that he is not going to let her down. She has felt the love of God's helping hand and has caught a glimpse of his wonderful messenger. She's going to be just fine!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 18, 2008, 11:45:46 AM
The Bible in 50 Words


God made
Adam bit
Noah arked
Abraham split
Joseph ruled
Jacob fooled
Bush talked
Moses balked
Pharaoh plagued
People walked
Sea divided
Tablets guided
Promise landed
Saul freaked
David peaked
Prophets warned
Jesus born
God walked
Love talked
Anger crucified
Hope died
Love rose
Spirit flamed
Word spread
God remained.



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 19, 2008, 12:02:05 PM
Seven World Wonders


A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes:

1. Egypt's Great Pyramids
2. Taj Mahal
3. Grand Canyon
4. Panama Canal
5. Empire State Building
6. St. Peter's Basilica
7. China's Great Wall

While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many."

The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help."

The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the 'Seven Wonders of the World' are:

1. To See
2. To Hear
3. To Touch
4. To Taste
5. To Feel
6. To Laugh
7. And to Love."

The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous!

A gentle reminder:
The most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 20, 2008, 10:26:00 AM
GOD IS LIKE.........

A fifth grade teacher in a Christian school asked her class to look at TV commercials and see if they could use them in some way to communicate ideas about God. Here are some of the results:

BAYER ASPIRIN
He works miracles.

A FORD
He's got a better idea.

COKE
He's the real thing.

HALLMARK CARDS
He cares enough to send His very best.

TIDE
He gets the stains out that others leave behind.

GENERAL ELECTRIC
He brings good things to life.

SEARS
He has everything.

ALKA-SELTZER
Try him, you'll like Him.

SCOTCH TAPE
You can't see him, but you know He's there.

DELTA
He's ready when you are.

ALLSTATE
You're in good hands with Him.

VO-5 Hair Spray
He holds through all kinds of weather.

DIAL SOAP
Aren't you glad you have Him.
Don't you wish everybody did.

The U.S. POST OFFICE
Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from His appointed destination.



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 21, 2008, 10:30:15 AM
Shadow of The Cross


While taking a class in photography at the University of Cincinnati a Christian became acquainted with a young man named Charles Murray who also was a student at the school and training for the summer olympics as a high diver.

Charles was very patient, listening to him for hours about how Jesus had saved him. Charles was not raised in a home that attended any kind of chruch, so all that was told to him was a fascination. He even began to ask questions about the forgiveness of sins.

Finally the day came that the question was put to him, "have you realised your need of a redeemer, and are you ready to trust Christ as you saviour?" His countenance fell and the guilt was in his face. But his reply was a strong "No."

In the days that followed, he was quiet and often avoided the believer until one day Charles decided to call him. He wanted to know where to look in the New Testament for some verses about salvation! He declined to meet but thanked the christian for the Scripture references. he was greatly troubled but was not ready to receive help.

Because he was trainging for the Olympic games, Charles had special priveleges at the University pool facilities. Some time between 10:30 and 11:00 that evening, he decided to go swim and practise a few dives. It was a clear night in October and the moon was big and bright. The university pool was housed under a ceiling of glass panes, so the moon shone bright across the top of the wall in the pool area.

Charles climbed to the highest platform to take his first dive. At that moment the Spirit of God began to convict him of his sins. All the scripture he had read, all the occasions of witnessing to him about Christ flooded his mind.

He stood on the platform backwards to make his dive, spread his arms to gather his balance, looked up to the wall and saw his own shadow, caused by the light of the moon. It was in the shape of a cross. He could bear the burden of his sins no longer, HIs heart broke, and he sat down on the platform. He trusted Jesus Christ some twenty-some feet in the air.

Suddenly the lights in the pool area came on. The attendant had come in to check the pool. As Charles looked down from his platform he saw an empty pool, which had been drained for repairs. He had almost plummeted to his death, but the cross had stopped him from disaster.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 22, 2008, 12:16:09 PM
Andy Rooney

DID YOU KNOW?

As you walk up the steps to the building which houses the U.S Supreme Court you can see near the top of the building a row of the world's law givers and each one is facing one in the middle who is facing forward with a full frontal view .. it is Moses and he is holding the Ten Commandments!

DID YOU KNOW?

As you enter the Supreme Court courtroom, the two huge oak doors have the Ten Commandments engraved on each lower portion of each door.

DID YOU KNOW?

As you sit inside the courtroom, you can see the wall,
right above where the Supreme Court judges sit,
a display of the Ten Commandments!

DID YOU KNOW?

There are Bible verses etched in stone all over the Federal Buildings and Monuments in Washington , D.C.

DID YOU KNOW?

James Madison, the fourth president, known as "The Father of Our Constitution" made the following statement:

" We have staked the whole of all our political institutions upon the capacity of mankind for self-government, upon the capacity of each and all of us to govern ourselves, to control ourselves, to sustain ourselves according to the Ten Commandments of God."

DID YOU KNOW?

Patrick Henry, that patriot and Founding Father of our country said:

"It cannot be emphasized too strongly or too often that this great nation was founded not by religionists but by Christians, not on religions but on the Gospel of Jesus Christ".

DID YOU KNOW?

Every session of Congress begins with a prayer by a paid preacher, whose salary has been paid by the taxpayer since 1777.

DID YOU KNOW?

Fifty-two of the 55 founders of the Constitution were members of the established orthodox churches in the colonies

DID YOU KNOW?

Thomas Jefferson worried that the Courts would overstep their authority and instead of interpreting the law would begin making law .

DID YOU KNOW?

The very first Supreme Court Justice, John Jay, said:

"Americans should select and prefer Christians as their rulers."

How, then, have we gotten to the point that everything we have done for 220 years in this country is now suddenly wrong and unconstitutional?

Lets put it around the world and let the world see and remember what this great country was built on.

It is said that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore, it is very hard to understand why there is such a mess about having the Ten Commandments on display or "In God We Trust" on our money and having God in the Pledge of Allegiance.

Why don't we just tell the other 14% to Sit Down and SHUT UP!!!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 23, 2008, 01:23:23 PM
His Name Is Bill

His name is Bill. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans, and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college. He is brilliant, kind of esoteric and very, very bright.

He became a Christian while attending college. Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students, but are not sure how to go about it.

One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair… The service has already started and so Bill starts down the aisle looking for a seat. The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything. Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet. (Although perfectly acceptable behavior at a college fellowship, trust me, this had never happened in this church before!)

By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick. About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill. Now, the deacon is in his eighties, and has silver-gray hair, and wears a three-piece suit. He is a godly man, very elegant, very dignified and very courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is thinking that you can't blame him for what he's going to do. How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor? It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy. The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are focused on him. You can't even hear anyone breathing. The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.

And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone. Everyone chokes up with emotion. When the minister gains control, he says, "What I'm about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget."

Be careful how you live. You may be the only 'Bible' some people will ever read.


I asked the Lord to bless you
as I prayed for you today,
To guide you and protect you
as you go along your way.
His love is always with you,
His promises are true,
and when we give Him all our cares,
He always sees us through.
Amen



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: Soldier4Christ on August 23, 2008, 01:42:15 PM
What you have just seen, you will never forget."

And may those that read this never forget. We are all ambassadors for Christ and it does matter how we treat others. Keep in mind that John the Baptist was a man dressed in a simple camels hair garment that most of the Jews would not have touched. Would we have turned him away?


2Co 5:20  Now then we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God did beseech you by us: we pray you in Christ's stead, be ye reconciled to God.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 24, 2008, 11:14:26 AM
Just This Once


Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle, of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours,and miss my favorite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.

I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children,the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.

And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day.............


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 25, 2008, 10:31:10 AM
Friends

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you." Winnie the Pooh *****

"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost." Charles Caleb Colton *****

"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." Unknown *****

"Friendship is one mind in two bodies." Mencius *****

"Friends are God's way of taking care of us." Unknown *****

"If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend." Stone Temple Pilots *****

"I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay." Dave Matthews Band *****

"If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the bottom to catch them." Unknown *****

"Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say." Unknown *****

"We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere." Tim McGraw *****

"My father always used to say that when you die, if you've got five real friends, then you've had a great life." Lee Iacocca *****

"Hold a true friend with both your hands." Nigerian Proverb *****

"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words." Unknown


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 26, 2008, 12:22:20 PM
I Wish You Enough

At an airport, I overheard a father and his daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her plane's departure and standing near the door she said, "Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough too, Daddy."

They kissed good-bye and she left. He walked over towards the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"

"Yes, I have," I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what this man was experiencing.

"Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?" I asked. "I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, her next trip back will be for my funeral," he said.

"When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, 'I wish you enough, may I ask what that means?"

He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone."

He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more. "When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them"

He continued and then, turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory:
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hellos" to get you through the final "Good-bye."

He then began to sob and walked away.
They say, "It takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire lifetime to forget them"


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 27, 2008, 11:31:58 AM
Realization

To realize
The value of a sister
ask someone who doesn't have one.

To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly divorced couple.

To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.

To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who has failed a final exam.

To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.

To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize
The value of one hour:
Ask two lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person who has missed a train, bus or plane.

To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person who has survived an accident.

To realize
The value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.

To realize the value of a friend:
Lose one

Time waits for no one, treasure every moment you have.



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 28, 2008, 01:13:59 PM
A Child's Explanation Of God

THIS was written by an 8 year old from Chula Vista, CA, for his third grade homework assignment. The assignment was to explain God:

One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth.

He doesn't make grown-ups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way He doesn’t have to take up His valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers. God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this.

Because He hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought of a way to turn it off." God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere, which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting His time by going over your mom and dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have."

Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren't any who come to our church."

"Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn about God. They finally got tired of Him preaching to them and they crucified Him. But He was good and kind, like His Father and He told His Father that they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K." "His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all His hard work on earth so He told Him He didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So He did. And now He helps His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important."

"You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time."

"You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God. Don't skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon anyway."

If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared in the dark or when you can't swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids."

But...you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and He can take me back anytime He pleases. And that's why I believe in God."


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 29, 2008, 10:27:04 AM
My Quilt

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all 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 is our life.

But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. 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 endured, which were the largest holes of all.

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the 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, 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, and 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 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 was.

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 wide eyes.

Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded 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."

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on August 29, 2008, 12:46:18 PM
AMEN! - That was beautiful!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 30, 2008, 11:02:52 AM
Keep your Fork

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order" she contacted her Priest and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the Priest was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.

"What' that?" came the Priest's reply.

"This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand,"

The Priest stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.

"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the Priest.

The young woman explained. "In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance! So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them, 'Keep your fork...the best is yet to come.'

The Priest's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She knew that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Priest heard them question, "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled. During his message, the Priest told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.

The next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much you care. Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share. After all, being friends with someone is a sweet responsibility. And above all, don't forget to keep your fork.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on August 31, 2008, 12:14:20 AM
Hello Grammyluv,

Sister, this really is a beautiful illustration that applies to all Christians, and it's the complete TRUTH. As Christians, we should know that GOD didn't promise that anything in this short life would be easy or pleasant. In fact, the opposite is promised, but this is not our HOME, and this is NOT the life we were designed for. The Promised Land and Kingdom for Israel is another good and completely true example. As Christians, our Promises from GOD are better than the Promises GOD made to Israel. This short life will most certainly involve trials, illness, sorrow, and eventually physical death. As Christians, we already have our blessed HOPE, JESUS CHRIST, our LORD and SAVIOUR FOREVER. HE'S already our KING, and HE'S gone on before us to prepare a place for us. Our HOME is in Heaven with JESUS CHRIST for Eternity. Our REAL HOME will be an Eternity of Joy and Peace.  YES - much better is yet to come.

Love In Christ,
Tom



Christian Quotes 147 -
The soul's hardest lesson
"Not my will, but Your will," is the soul's
hardest lesson; and, when learned, it is
its highest achievement.
 -- John MacDuff  1895


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 31, 2008, 10:50:56 AM
As Christians, we already have our blessed HOPE, JESUS CHRIST, our LORD and SAVIOUR FOREVER. HE'S already our KING, and HE'S gone on before us to prepare a place for us. Our HOME is in Heaven with JESUS CHRIST for Eternity. Our REAL HOME will be an Eternity of Joy and Peace.  YES - much better is yet to come

Amen to that Brother Tom!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on August 31, 2008, 10:54:17 AM
Was it a dream?
By Mary Watson

It all happened at a time in my life when I was homeless and 19 years old. My grandfather had passed away that week and I was with someone that I didn't love. I was lying awake in a homeless shelter, feeling alone and like I had lost everything. I cried myself to sleep.

I awoke standing on top of a very giant rock surrounded by water and a beautiful sky with all kinds of colors and with a cool ocean breeze. Then suddenly, I began to lose my balance and I fell. I managed to hold on to the edge of the cliff. I looked down and I could see the water hundreds of feet below me and I became dizzy.

Holding on for dear life I felt my hands losing their grip and that breeze had turned into a nasty heavy wind. Then for some reason, I looked up and at the edge of the cliff I saw an 8 ft cross. It was very transparent but I could still make out what it was. On this cross, hanging over the beam, was a rope. It wasn't tied to the cross, just hanging over it. Then I heard someone say, "Grab the rope." I thought, "Yeah, and then I'd fall. No way!" Then again, the voice said; "Grab the rope." So, closing my eyes real tight I quickly grabbed the rope.

When I opened my eyes I was back on the rock, safe. I couldn't believe it! I was shaking so bad, but I was so relieved that I just sat down and cried. At that moment I felt someone holding me and rocking as if I was a child. Then I felt a hand brush my hair aside and wipe my tears away. I looked up to see who was holding me when I noticed the hands. They were pierced, then I knew who it was. He said, "Shh, it's okay. I told you I'm always here."

Then I woke up. It was only a dream. Or was it?


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 01, 2008, 11:14:01 AM
Computer Users Prayer

Dear Lord:

Every single evening
As I'm lying here in bed
This tiny little prayer
Keeps running through my head.

God bless all my family
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm and safe from harm
For they're so close to me.

And God, there is one more thing
I wish that you could do.
Hope you don't mind me asking,
Bless my computer too.

Now I know that it's not normal
To bless a mother board,
But listen just a second
While I explain to you 'My Lord.'

You see, that little metal box
Holds more than odds & ends
Inside those small compartments
Rest so many of my FRIENDS.

I know so much about them
By the kindness that they give
And this little scrap of metal
Takes me in to where they live.

By faith is how I know them
Much the same as you
We share in what life brings us
And from that our friendship grew.

Please, take an extra minute
From your duties up above
To bless those in my address book
That's filled with so much love!

Wherever else this prayer may reach
To each and every friend,
bless each e-mail Inbox
And the person who hits Send.

When you update your heavenly list
On your own CD-ROM
Remember each who've said this prayer
Sent up to God.com.
Amen.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 02, 2008, 02:03:22 PM
Nothing of Value is Ever Lost

Brenda was a young woman who was invited to go rock climbing. Although she was scared to death, she went with her group to a tremendous granite cliff. In spite of her fear, she put on the gear, took a hold on the rope, and started up the face of the rock.

Well, she got to a ledge where she could take a breather and as she was hanging on there, the safety rope snapped against Brenda's eye and knocked out her contact lens. Here she was on a rock ledge, with hundreds of feet of cliff below her and hundreds of feet above her. She looked and looked and looked, hoping it had landed on the ledge, but it just wasn't there. As she hung on a sheer rock cliff, her sight now blurry, she was justifiably upset, so she prayed to the Lord to help her to find the lens.

When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but there was no contact lens to be found. She sat down, despondent, with some of the climbers, waiting for the rest of the group to make it up the face of the cliff. She looked out across range after range of mountains thinking of that Bible verse that says, "The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth." She thought, "Lord, you can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and you know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me."

Finally, they walked down the trail to the bottom. At the bottom there was a new party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?" That alone would be startling enough, but she was astonished to learn how the other climber found it? It seems an ant was moving slowly cross the face of the rock, carrying the lens!

Brenda told her father (a cartoonist) the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens. He drew her a picture of an ant lugging that contact lens with the words, "Lord, I don't know why you want me to carry this thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what you want me to do, I'll carry it for you."

It would probably do most of us good to occasionally say, "God, I don't know why you want me to carry this load. I can see no earthly good in it and it's awfully heavy. But, if you want me to carry it, I will."

"God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called."


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 04, 2008, 11:18:13 AM
A Brother's Song

Like any good mom, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.

They found out that the new baby was going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.

The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three ...every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition.

With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.”

Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral. Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. "I want to sing to her," he kept saying.

Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen made up her mind, though. She would take Michael whether they liked it or not! If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. But the head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed."

The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"

Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray---"

Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.

"Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes.

"You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away-"

As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr.

"Keep on singing sweetheart!!!"

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.

"Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.

"You are my sunshine, my only Sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away..."

The next, day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home! Woman's Day Magazine called it "The Miracle of a Brother's Song." The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love!

NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL!!!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: David_james on September 04, 2008, 03:06:41 PM
I read this a few years ago and it also had the song playing on the site


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 06, 2008, 10:13:17 AM
All Good Things

Written by: Sister Helen P. Mirosla

He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million.

Very neat in appearance, he had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving - "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!"

I didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.

One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice teacher's mistake. I looked at Mark and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!"

It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck (Mark’s friend) blurted out, "Mark is talking again."

I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it. I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room.

As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it!! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark's desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my shoulders.

His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister."

At the end of the year, I was asked to teach junior-high math. The year flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instruction in the "new math," he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in third.

One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend."

That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered. "I never knew that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked me so much."

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip - the weather, my experiences in general. There was a lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began. "Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is." Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said. "The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend."

To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark. I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, "Mark I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me."

The church was packed with Mark's friends. Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water. I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said.

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it." Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group.

"I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 07, 2008, 09:53:14 AM
Baby Erik And The Old Man

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there." He pounded his fat baby hands on the high-chair tray. His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin. He wriggled and giggled with merriment. I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man with a tattered rag of a coat; dirty, greasy and worn. His pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik.

My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there." Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya know patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo." Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between the door and me. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed.

As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to side step him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship.

Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor - gently, so gently, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms for a moment, and then his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."

Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest - unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift."

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."

I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment, a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking - "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" -- when He shared His for all eternity.

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 08, 2008, 11:07:01 AM
Food For Thought


Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four-year-old child whose next-door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."

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Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had a different color hair than the other family members. One child suggested that he was adopted and a little girl said, "I know all about adoptions because I was adopted."

"What does it mean to be adopted?" asked another child. "It means," said the girl, "that you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy."

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A four-year-old was at the pediatrician for a check up. As the doctor looked down her ears with an otoscope, he asked, "Do you think I'll find Big Bird in here?" The little girl stayed silent. Next, the doctor took a tongue depressor and looked down her throat. He asked, "Do you think I'll find the Cookie Monster down there?" Again, the little girl was silent. Then the doctor put a stethoscope to her chest. As he listened to her heartbeat, he asked, "Do you think I'll hear Barney in there?"

"Oh, no!" the little girl replied. "Jesus is in my heart. Barney's on my underpants."

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Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in my life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott. Jamie was trying out for a part in a school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen. On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement. "Guess what Mom," he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me: "I've been chosen to clap and cheer."

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A lesson in heart is my little 10-year-old daughter, Sarah, who was born with a muscle missing in her foot and wears a brace all the time. She came home one beautiful spring day to tell me she had competed in "Field Day" - that's where they have lots of races and other competitive events. Because of her leg support, my mind raced as I tried to think of encouragement for my Sarah, things I could say to her about not letting this get her down - but before I could get a word out, she said, "Daddy, I won two of the races!" I couldn't believe it! And then Sarah said, "I had an advantage." Ah. I knew it. I thought she must have been given a head start … some kind of physical advantage. But again, before I could say anything, she said, "Daddy, I didn't get a head start. My advantage was I had to try harder!"

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An Eye Witness Account from New York City, on a cold day in December: A little boy about 10 years old was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold. A lady approached the boy and said, "My little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly in that window?"

"I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes," was the boy’s reply. The lady took him by the hand and went into the store and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her. She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with a towel. By this time the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she bought him a pair of shoes. She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him. She patted him on the head and said, "No doubt, my little fellow, you feel more comfortable now?" As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught her by the hand, and looking up in her face, with tears in his eyes, answered the question with these words, "Are you God's Wife?"

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 09, 2008, 09:35:31 AM
Rose's Dreams

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know.

I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."

No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began:

"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success, and they are:

1. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

2. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!"

3. There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change."

4. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 10, 2008, 08:50:09 AM
Five Great Lessons

Number One: The Most Important Question

During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired, and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank.

Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello.'"

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.

Number Two: Pickup in the Rain

One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her - generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance, and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry! She wrote down his address, thanked him, and drove away.

Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached. It read:

"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain had drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others. Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole."

Number Three: Always Remember Those Who Serve

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it. "How much is a dish of plain ice cream?" he inquired. Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she said brusquely. The little boy again counted the coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table, and walked away.

The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier, and departed. When the waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies, her tip.

Number Four: The Obstacle in Our Path

In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.

The peasant learned what many others never understand. Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one's condition.

Number Five: Giving Blood

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at Stanford Hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease, and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.

The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save Liz."

As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as all present did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?"

Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood.

Attitude, after all, is everything.



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: David_james on September 10, 2008, 10:15:18 AM
The last one is really beautiful. He was willing to die for her. Jesus died for us.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 11, 2008, 09:02:01 AM
Where is God's Perfection?

In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools. At a Chush fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out, "Where is the perfection in my son Shaya? Everything God does is done with perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children do. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do. Where is God's perfection?"

The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father's anguish, and stilled by the piercing query. "I believe," the father answered, "that when God brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to this child." He then told the following story about his son Shaya:

One afternoon Shaya and his father walked past a park where some boys Shaya knew were playing baseball. Shaya asked, "Do you think they will let me play?" Shaya's father knew that his son was not at all athletic, and that most boys would not want him on their team. But Shaya's father understood that if his son were chosen to play it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging. Shaya's father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Shaya could play.

The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said, "We are losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning."

Shaya's father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly. Shaya was told to put on a glove and go out to play short center field. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shaya's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya's team scored again and now with two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base, Shaya was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shaya bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shaya was given the bat. Everyone knew that it was all but impossible because Shaya didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it. However, when Shaya stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came in and Shaya swung clumsily and missed.

One of Shaya's teammates came up to Shaya and together held the bat and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shaya. As the pitch came in, Shaya and his teammate swung at the bat and together they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shaya would have been out and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling, "Shaya, run to first. Run to first!"

Never in his life had Shaya run to first. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed and startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman to tag out Shaya, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"

Shaya ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shaya reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base and shouted, "Run to third." As Shaya rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, "Shaya, run home!" Shaya ran home, stepped on home plate, and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit a "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly, with tears now rolling down his face, "those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection."


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: David_james on September 11, 2008, 10:17:40 AM
This story brings back a memory of mine. I was at a Christian summer camp with family. One day we played baseball and I used a tee. At a lucky best, I could hit a single. One time however, they let me hit a home run  ;D


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 12, 2008, 12:09:26 PM
Can You Juggle?

Life is like a game in which you are juggling five balls in the air.

One ball is Work, one Family, one Health, one Friendship, and one Spirit. It is surely no easy task to keep them all in the air.

Work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls - family, health, friends and spirit are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they may be scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They may never be the same.

In order to be successful as a juggler, it is important to strive for balance in life. The following tips can help.

1. Remember your unique value and celebrate it by not comparing yourself with others. It is because we are different that each of us is special.

2. Set your goal by what you know is best for you and not by what other people deem is important.

3. Hold dear the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for without them, life is meaningless.

4. Live life fully in this moment, it can slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live ALL the days of your life.

5. Keep going, you will always have something to give. Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.

6. Be yourself, even if you are less than perfect. Imperfection is a fragile thread that binds us together.

7. Be courageous, it may be necessary to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.

8. Have faith, find love by believing it is possible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give it; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give the freedom to be generously shared.

9. Slow down, walk peacefully through life so as not to forget where you've been, and also where you are going.

10. Be grateful, forget not that a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.

11. Love to learn. Knowledge is weightless, a treasure you can always carry easily.

12. Use time and words wisely. Neither can be retrieved.

13. Cherish life, for it is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 13, 2008, 10:53:25 AM
INSTRUCTIONS FOR LIFE
Author Unknown

1. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
2. Memorize your favorite poem.
3. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.
4. When you say, "I love you", mean it.
5. When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye.
6. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
7. Believe in love at first sight.
8. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.
9. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.
10. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
11. Don't judge people by their relatives.
12. Talk slowly but think quickly.
13. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"
14. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
15. Call your Mom.
16. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.
17. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
18. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; Responsibility for all your actions.
19. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
20. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
21. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.
22. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
23. Spend some time alone.
24. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
25. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
26. Read more books and watch less TV.
27. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back you'll get to enjoy it a second time.
28. Trust in God but lock your car.
29. A loving atmosphere in your home is so important. Do all you can to create a tranquil harmonious home.
30. In disagreements with loved ones, deal with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.
31. Read between the lines.
32. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
33. Be gentle with the earth.
34. Pray. There's immeasurable power in it.
35. Never interrupt when you are being flattered.
36. Mind your own business.
37. Don't trust a man/woman who doesn't close his/her eyes when you kiss.
38. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.
39. If you make a lot of money, put it to use helping others while you are living. That is wealth's greatest satisfaction.
40. Remember; not getting what you want may be just what you need.
41. Learn the rules then break some.
42. Remember that the best relationship is one where your love for each other is greater than your need for each other.
43. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
44. Remember that your character is your destiny.
45. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 14, 2008, 06:29:03 PM
Wisdom From Andy Rooney
By Andy Rooney

I've learned:

That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.
That when you're in love, it shows.
That just one person saying to me, "You've made my day!" makes my day.
That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.
That being kind is more important than being right.
That you should never say no to a gift from a child.
That I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way.
That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.
That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.
That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.
That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.
That money doesn't buy class.
That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.
That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.
That the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?
That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.
That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.
That love, not time, heals all wounds.
That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.
That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.
That there's nothing sweeter than sleeping with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheek.
That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.
That life is tough, but I'm tougher.
That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.
That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.
That I wish I could have told my Mom that I love her one more time before she passed away.
That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.
That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve you looks.
That I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.
That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.
That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.
That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life-threatening situation.
That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 15, 2008, 12:57:54 PM
Gifts That Cost Nothing


1) THE GIFT OF LISTENING...
But you must REALLY listen. No interrupting, no daydreaming, no planning your response. Just listening.

2) THE GIFT OF AFFECTION...
Be generous with appropriate hugs, kisses, pats on the back and handholds. Let these small actions demonstrate the love you have for family and friends.

3) THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER...
Clip cartoons. Share articles and funny stories. Your gift will say, "I love to laugh with you."

4) THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE...
It can be a simple "Thanks for the help" note or a full sonnet. A brief, handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime, and may even change a life.

5) THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT...
A simple and sincere, "You look great in red," "You did a super job" or "That was a wonderful meal” can make someone's day.

6) THE GIFT OF A FAVOR...
Every day, go out of your way to do something kind.

7) THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE...
There are times when we want nothing better than to be left alone. Be sensitive to those times and give the gift of solitude to others.

8. THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION...
The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to someone, really it's not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 16, 2008, 12:28:17 PM
A Wolf's Tale

Author Unknown

With all her big brothers and sisters off to school, our ranch became a lonely place for our three-year-old daughter, Becky. She longed for playmates. Cattle and horses were too big to cuddle and farm machinery dangerous for a child so small. We promised to buy her a puppy but in the meantime, "Pretend" puppies popped up nearly every day.

I had just finished washing the lunch dishes when the screen door slammed and Becky rushed in, cheeks flushed with excitement. "Mama!" she cried, "Come see my new doggy! "I gave him water two times already. He's so thirsty!"

I sighed, another of Becky's imaginary dogs.

"Please come, Mama." She tugged at my jeans, her brown eyes pleading, "He's crying -- and he can't walk!"

"Can't walk?" Now that was a twist. All her previous make-believe dogs could do marvelous things. One balanced a ball on the end of its nose. Another dug a hole that went all the way through the earth and fell out on a star on the other side. Still another danced on a tightrope. Why suddenly a dog that couldn't walk?

"All right, honey," I said. By the time I tried to follow her, Becky had already disappeared into the mesquite.

"Where are you?" I called.

"Over here by the oak stump. Hurry, Mama!"

I parted the thorny branches and raised my hand against the glare of the Arizona sun. A numbing chill gripped me. There she was, sitting on her heels, toes dug firmly in the sand, and cradled in her lap was the unmistakable head of a wolf! Beyond its head rose massive black shoulders. The rest of the body lay completely hidden inside the hollow stump of a fallen oak.

"Becky," My mouth felt dry. "Don't move." I stepped closer. Pale-yellow eyes narrowed. Black lips tightened, exposing double sets of two-inch fangs. Suddenly the wolf trembled. Its teeth clacked, and a piteous whine rose from its throat.

"It's all right, boy," Becky crooned. "Don't be afraid. That's my mama, and she loves you, too."

Then the unbelievable happened. As her tiny hands stroked the great shaggy head, I heard the gentle thump, thump, thumping of the wolf's tail from deep inside the stump. What was wrong with the animal? I wondered. Why couldn't he get up? I couldn't tell. Nor did I dare to step any closer.

I glanced at the empty water bowl. My memory flashed back to the five skunks that last week had torn the burlap from a leaking pipe in a frenzied effort to reach water during the final agonies of rabies. Of course! Rabies! Warning signs had been posted all over the county, and hadn't Becky said, "He's so thirsty?" I had to get Becky away.

"Honey." My throat tightened. "Put his head down and come to Mama. We'll go find help."

Reluctantly, Becky got up and kissed the wolf on the nose before she walked slowly into my outstretched arms. Sad yellow eyes followed her. Then the wolf's head sank to the ground. With Becky safe in my arms, I ran to the barns where Brian, one of our cowhands, was saddling up to check heifers in the North pasture. "Brian! Come quickly. Becky found a wolf in the oak stump near the wash! I think it has rabies!"

"I'll be there in a jiffy," he said as I hurried back to the house, eager to put Becky down for her nap. I didn't want her to see Brian come out of the bunkhouse. I knew he'd have a gun.

"But I want to give my doggy his water," she cried. I kissed her and gave her some stuffed animals to play with.

"Honey, let Mom and Brian take care of him for now," I said. Moments later, I reached the oak stump.

Brian stood looking down at the beast. "It's a Mexican lobo, all right." He said, " And a big one!"

The wolf whined. Then we both caught the smell of gangrene. "Whew! It's not rabies," Brian said. "But he's sure hurt real bad. Don't you think it's best I put him out of his misery?"

The word "yes" was on my lips, when Becky emerged from the bushes. "Is Brian going to make him well, Mama?" She hauled the animal's head onto her lap once more, and buried her face in the coarse, dark fur. This time I wasn't the only one who heard the thumping of the lobo's tail.

That afternoon my husband, Bill, and our veterinarian came to see the wolf. Observing the trust the animal had in our child, Doc said to me, "Suppose you let Becky and me tend to this fella together." Minutes later, as child and vet reassured the stricken beast, the hypodermic found its mark. The yellow eyes closed.

"He's asleep now," said the vet. "Give me a hand here, Bill." They hauled the massive body out of the stump. The animal must have been over five feet long and well over a hundred pounds. Bullets had mutilated the wolf’s hip and leg. Doc did what he had to in order to clean the wound and then gave the patient a dose of penicillin. Next day he returned and inserted a metal rod to replace the missing bone.

"Well, it looks like you've got yourselves a Mexican lobo," Doc said. "He looks to be about three years old, and even as pups, they don't tame real easy. I’m amazed at the way this big fella took to your little gal. But often there's something that goes on between children and animals that we grownups don't understand."

Becky named the wolf Ralph and carried food and water to the stump every day. Ralph's recovery was not easy. For three months he dragged his injured hindquarters by clawing the earth with his front paws. From the way he lowered his eyelids when we massaged the atrophied limbs, we knew he endured excruciating pain, but not once did he ever try to bite the hands of those who cared for him.

Four months to the day, Ralph finally stood unaided. His huge frame shook as long- unused muscles were activated. Bill and I patted and praised him. But it was Becky to whom he turned for a gentle word, a kiss or a smile. He responded to these gestures of love by swinging his busy tail like a pendulum. As his strength grew, Ralph followed Becky all over the ranch.

Together they roamed the desert pastures, the golden-haired child often stooping low, sharing with the great lame wolf whispered secrets of nature's wonders. When evening came, he returned like a silent shadow to his hollow stump that had surely become his special place.

As time went on, although he lived primarily in the brush, the habits of this timid creature endeared him more and more to all of us. His reaction to people other than our family was yet another story. Strangers terrified him, yet his affection for and protectiveness of Becky brought him out of the desert and fields at the sight of every unknown pickup or car. Occasionally he'd approach, lips taut, exposing a nervous smile full of chattering teeth.

More often he'd simply pace and finally skulk off to his tree stump, perhaps to worry alone.

Becky's first day of school was sad for Ralph. After the bus left, he refused to return to the yard. Instead, he lay by the side of the road and waited.

When Becky returned, he limped and tottered in wild, joyous circles around her. This welcoming ritual persisted throughout her school years.

Although Ralph seemed happy on the ranch, he disappeared into the surrounding deserts and mountains for several weeks during the spring mating season, leaving us to worry about his safety. This was calving season, and fellow ranchers watched for coyotes, cougars, wild dogs and, of course, the lone wolf. But Ralph was lucky.

During Ralph's twelve years on our ranch, his habits remained unchanged. Always keeping his distance, he tolerated other pets and endured the activities of our busy family, but his love for Becky never wavered.

Then the spring came when our neighbor told us he'd shot and killed a she-wolf and grazed her mate, who had been running with her. Sure enough, Ralph returned home with another bullet wound. Becky, nearly fifteen years old now, sat with Ralph's head resting on her lap. He, too, must have been about fifteen and was gray with age. As Bill removed the bullet, my memory raced back through the years. Once again I saw a chubby three-year-old girl stroking the head of a huge black wolf and heard a small voice murmuring, "It's all right, boy. Don't be afraid. That's my mama, and she loves you, too."

Although the wound wasn't serious, this time Ralph didn't get well. Precious pounds fell away. The once luxurious fur turned dull and dry, and his trips to the yard in search of Becky's companionship ceased. All day long he rested quietly. But when night fell, old and stiff as he was, he disappeared into the desert and surrounding hills. By dawn his food was gone. The morning came when we found him dead. The yellow eyes were closed.

Stretched out in front of the oak stump, he appeared but a shadow of the proud beast he once had been. A lump in my throat choked me as I watched Becky stroke his shaggy neck, tears streaming down her face. "I'll miss him so," she cried.

Then as I covered him with a blanket a strange rustling sound from inside the stump startled us. Becky looked inside. Two tiny yellow eyes peered back and puppy fangs glinted in the semidarkness. Ralph's pup!

Had a dying instinct told him his motherless offspring would be safe here, as he had been, with those who loved him? Hot tears spilled on baby fur as Becky gathered the trembling bundle in her arms.

"It's all right, little . . . Ralphie," she murmured. "Don't be afraid. That's my mom, and she loves you, too."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 17, 2008, 11:12:31 AM
Are You Listening

Author Unknown

A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had talked about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"

After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home.

Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God. If you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought, to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God, is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again he had the thought to buy a gallon of milk. The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. "Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, turn down that street. "This is crazy," he thought and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.

Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will."

He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. "Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he should go give them the milk.

Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away. The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is it?

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you."

The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway speaking loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby.

The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. He began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk." His wife, in the kitchen, yelled out, "I asked him to send an Angel with some milk. Are you an Angel?"

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put it in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car with tears streaming down his face. He knew that God still talks to us and still answers prayers.

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I have a personal friend who was praying one day.  While praying God spoke to him and told him that he wanted my friend to buy a jar of mayonnaise for a woman that God would show him.  He said okay and pretty much forgot about it.  Later that day, his wife sent him to the store for some odds and ends and as he rounded yet another aisle, there stood a woman holding a mayonnaise jar.  She was just turning it and looking at it.  My friend realized that this was the woman that God had spoken to him about.  He also realized that he didn't bring enough money for both his purchases and the mayonnaise, so he hurriedly went all the way back home, got the extra money and returned to the store.  He rounded the aisle where he had seen the woman looking at the mayonnaise and there she was, still holding the jar and turning it in her hands!  I don't remember what he said happened next, if he bought it for her at the check out or just gave her the money right there.  But it goes to show you that YES, God still speaks to us today!
Grammyluv

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 19, 2008, 05:37:06 AM
Empathy

Author Unknown
Empathy is the act of suspending one’s own point of view while trying on another’s.

It is a powerful way of allowing oneself to mentally trade places with someone else’s thoughts, feelings and behavior.

It has been said that empathy is the act of walking in someone else’s shoes. The difficult part is that in order to put on someone else’s shoes, we must first take off our own.

Another way of understanding empathy is to remember that letting go of our ego must precede it. This is really the act of letting go of our fears. It’s when we’re able to let go of thinking about and protecting ourselves that we find ourselves able to practice empathy.

It’s when we allow ourselves to be vulnerable that we allow ourselves to be powerful.

Of course, another word for this is love—the act of love. By using empathy we can be with someone in their thoughts and their feelings. We care for their welfare, and we want things to come out the way they would like things to come out.

Empathy teaches us not to treat others the way we would like to be treated. Rather, it teaches us to treat others the way they would like to be treated. Empathy is our servant in the day-to-day ways we express our love.

And what the world needs now is not “love, sweet love.” Love is always here, and it is always in abundance. What the world needs now is to remember to access all this abundant love that is surrounding us. Empathy is the process that provides us that access.

So, go ahead—try it. Be with that other person as though you were that person. Because you are.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 20, 2008, 09:42:36 AM
I Wish I Were Young Again
By Joshua Patrick McNelly

I wish I were young again.

When I could go to the corner store and spend the money I had just earned mowing a lawn on enough candy to ruin my dinner.

I wish I could go back to those days when I could spend all day in a fort built for me with help from my mom and dad.

When I could run down the street to where my best friend lived and spend all day long pretending to be GI-Joe and saving the world (but from what, I didn’t know).

Where baseball cards were more valuable than money and all I could think about was eating the stale gum in the pack like my favorite major leaguer.

When I could ride my bike for hours upon end and it never got boring.

When I watched TV for fun, not to escape from reality.

I wish I were young again.

When things were pure and innocent, because I didn’t know any better.

When people, all people, were good and nice because I didn’t know what prejudice was.

Where the glow coming from the Christmas tree was the next best thing to blowing out the candles on my birthday.

Where Mom and Dad and Baseball and Apple Pie still meant something, to ALL of us.

Where it wasn’t so bad to leave the front door open and sit in the front yard and wave to the neighbors as they walked by.

When a game of marbles “for keeps” was the most exciting thing going on.

When pool parties and sleepovers and trips to the beach kept us going all summer long. I wish I were young again.

Where the first time in the Eastern Sierra was like I had died and found my way to the best part of heaven that God himself had to offer.

Going down to the creek to try my luck with a pole, 3 salmon eggs and a boy’s innocent dream.

Playing stickball in a church parking lot where we knew we’d be safe but didn’t know what to be afraid of.

Falling asleep at night without a care in the world except for wondering what in the world the next day would bring.

Where there was no work and no bills and the only thing I had to worry about was chores and homework.

Playing tag in the front yard with the neighborhood kids and always remembering to look both ways before running into the middle of the street.

I wish I were young again.

So innocent that we didn’t know what it was to be hungry, homeless or without love.

So pure that we didn’t know what a nuclear weapon was, or what it could do.

So alive because we really didn’t understand what death was, or if we should fear it.

When we were just happy to get the $.50 we got from mom to get an ice cream cone from the ice cream man.

We all have things that we’d want to go back and do again, but the truth is, we can’t. We have to live in the now and do what we can to make the best of what we have. If you stop and think back to what you did when you were younger, some of it makes a lot of sense today. A lot of it was really stupid and sure, we have a lot more to worry about these days, but it’s all the same stuff. Just stop for one moment in time and make it yours. Live it. Be the moment. Think about what is important to you and think about what it really is that you want. It’s not that hard if you just try. It could be as simple as when you were younger.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 22, 2008, 10:52:52 AM
I Believe...

by Mo Siegel


A Birth Certificate shows that we were born
A Death Certificate shows that we died
Pictures show that we lived!
Have a seat . . . Relax . . . And read this slowly.

I Believe...
That just because two people argue, It doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, It doesn't mean they do love each other.

I Believe ...   
That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I Believe...
That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I Believe...
That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I Believe...
That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I Believe...
That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I Believe...
That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I Believe...
That you can keep going long after you think you can't.

I Believe...
That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I Believe...
That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I Believe...
That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I Believe...
That money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I Believe...
That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.

I Believe...
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.

I Believe...
That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I Believe...
That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.

I Believe...
That it isn't always enough, to be forgiven by others; sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself...

I Believe...
That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I Believe...
That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I Believe...
That you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.

I Believe...
Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different...

I Believe...
That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.

I Believe...
That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help.

I Believe...
That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I Believe...
That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.

"The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything. "


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 23, 2008, 11:28:39 AM
Interesting....

In the 1400's a law was set forth in England that a man was allowed to beat his wife with a stick no thicker than his thumb. Hence we have "the rule of thumb" 
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Many years ago in Scotland , a new game was invented. It was ruled "Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden"...and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language. 
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The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone.   
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Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the U.S . Treasury.       
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Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better. 
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Coca-Cola was originally green. 
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It is impossible to lick your elbow.
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The State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: 
Alaska
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The percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% (now get this...) 
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The percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38%
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The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $ 16,400 
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The average number of people airborne over the U.S. in any given hour:  61,000
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Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair. 
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The first novel ever written on a typewriter:
Tom Sawyer.
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The San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments. 
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Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history:   Spades - King David 
Hearts - Charlemagne 
Clubs -Alexander, the Great 
Diamonds - Julius Caesar
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If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle.
If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle.
If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes. 
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Only two people signed the Declaration of Independence on July 4th, John Hancock and Charles Thomson. Most of the rest signed on August 2, but the last signature wasn't added until 5 years later.
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Q. Half of all Americans live within 50 miles of what? 
A. Their birthplace
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Q. Most boat owners name their boats. What is the most popular boat name requested?   
A. Obsession
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Q. If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you would find the letter "A"?   
A. One thousand
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Q. What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common?   
A. All were invented by women.   
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Q. What is the only food that doesn't spoil?   
A. Honey -------------------------------
Q. Which day are there more collect calls than any other day of the year?   
A. Father's Day
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In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes.  When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase......... "goodnight, sleep tight."   
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It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month, which we know today as the honeymoon.   
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In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts... So in old England , when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them "Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down."   It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's" 
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Many years ago in England , pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim, or handle, of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle" is the phrase inspired by this practice.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 24, 2008, 10:42:27 AM
This is interesting simply because God does talk to us and we can hear him if we take the time to know Him and to listen.  This also shows that He does provide for us and equip us to do His work.  Enjoy...

HAIRBRUSH EXPERIENCE OF BETH MOORE AT THE AIRPORT     
 
For those of you who do not know Beth Moore, she is an outstanding Bible teacher, writer of Bible studies, and is a married mother of two daughters.     This is one of her experiences:     

April 20, 2005, at the Airport in Knoxville, waiting to board the plane, I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing.  I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord.  I say this because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you.  You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise.  Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least of which is your ego.  I tried to keep from staring, but he was such a strange sight.  Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier.  His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt.  His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones.     
The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy, gray hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back.  His fingernails were long, clean but strangely out of place on an old man.   

I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face.  As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting.  Then, I remembered that he was dead.  So this man in the airport... An impersonator maybe?  Was a camera on us somewhere?  There I sat; trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served up on a wheelchair only a few seats from me.  All the while, my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him.   Let's admit it.  Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man.   I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall.  I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen.  And it may be embarrassing.  I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. 'Oh, no, God, please, no.' I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, 'Don't make me witness to this man.  Not right here and now.  Please.  I'll do anything.  Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience.  Please, Lord!'
     
There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, 'Please don't make me witness to this man.  Not now.  I'll do it on the plane.'  Then I heard it....'I don't want you to witness to him.  I want you to brush his hair.'   The words were so clear, my heart leap into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top.  Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No-brainier.  I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, 'God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord.  I'm your girl!  You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life.  What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed?  I am going to witness to this man.'   

Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. 'That is not what I said, Beth.  I don't want you to witness to him.  I want you to go brush his hair.'   I looked up at God and quipped, 'I don't have a hairbrush.  It's in my suitcase on the plane.  How am I supposed to brush his hair without a hairbrush?'  God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: 'I will thoroughly furnish you unto all good works.' (2 Timothy 3:17)     I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story, my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies.  I knelt down in front of the man and asked as demurely as possible, 'Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'   He looked back at me and said, 'What did you say?'   'May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'   To which he responded in volume, 'Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that.'   At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, 'SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?'  At which point every eye in the place darted right at me.  I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Long Locks.  Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, 'If you really want to.'   Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to.  But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then.  He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, 'Yes, sir, I would be pleased.  But I have one little problem.  I don't have a hairbrush.'   

'I have one in my bag,' he responded.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 25, 2008, 01:21:39 PM
SIMPLE VS REAL
Author Unknown

A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.

A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.

A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. A real friend could blackmail you with it.

A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight.

A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. A real friend expects to always be there for you!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 26, 2008, 01:31:51 PM
THE BIRDIES
by Lloyd Glenn


On July 22nd I was en route to Washington, DC for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change.

As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately. I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane, and I heard a gentleman asking every male if he was Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk. When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, "Mr. Glenn, there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital."

My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number they gave me for the Mission Hospital. My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor (who is a doctor) and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital. By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart.

They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness. The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down.

When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son lying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile.

It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.

Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline.

All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before. Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken. He said, "Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with his little arms. By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital.

You cannot imagine our gratitude and joy. As we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.

In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family.

Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.

Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, "Sit down mommy. I have something to tell you."

At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable story.

"Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the 'birdies' came."

"The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.

"Yes," he replied. "The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me."

"They did?"

"Yes," he said. "One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you I got stuck under the door." A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air.

My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up in the air like birds that fly.

"What did the birdies look like?" she asked.

Brian answered, "They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white."

"Did they say anything?"

"Yes," he answered. "They told me the baby would be all right."

"The baby?" my wife asked confused.

Brian answered. "The baby laying on the garage floor." He went on, "You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave."

My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, "Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can."

As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form.

"Then what happened?" she asked.

"We went on a trip." He said, "Far, far away." He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult. "We flew so fast up in the air. They're so pretty Mommy," he added. "And there is lots and lots of birdies."

My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known Brian went on to tell her that the "birdies" had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the "birdies." He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay, but the man couldn't hear him. He said the birdies told him he had to go with the ambulance, but they would be near him. He said they were so pretty and so peaceful, and he didn't want to come back.

Then the bright light came. He said that the light was so bright and so warm, and he loved the bright light so much. Someone was in the bright light and put their arms around him, and told him, "I love you but you have to go back. You have to play baseball, and tell everyone about the birdies." Then the person in the bright light kissed him and waved bye-bye. Then whoosh, the big sound came and they went into the clouds.

The story went on for an hour. He told her that "birdies" were always with us, but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with our ears. “But they are always there, you can only see them in here,” (he put his handover his heart). “They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much,” Brian continued, stating, "I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much."

In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.

Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the "birdies." Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled.

Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 27, 2008, 12:41:46 PM
What I Asked For


Author Unknown

I asked for Strength
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for Wisdom
And God gave me Problems to solve.

I asked for Prosperity
And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.

I asked for Courage
And God gave me Danger to overcome.

I asked for Love
And God gave me Troubled people to help.

I asked for Favors
And God gave me Opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted
I received everything I needed!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 28, 2008, 11:08:04 AM
Do It Anyway
By Kent Keith


People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered:
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives:
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies: Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you:
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight:
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous:
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow:
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough:
Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God:
It was never between you and them anyway.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 29, 2008, 11:19:59 AM
A Carrot, Egg & Cup of Coffee


A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil.

In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see? Carrots, eggs, and coffee."

The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity ... boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"

The mother elaborated for her daughter; "Are you the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity you wilt, become soft and lose strength? Are you the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but then changes and hardens with the heat? Some people have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, they become hardened and stiff. Though their outer shell looks the same, on the inside they are rigid and unyeilding. Or perhaps you are like the coffee bean. The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, the bean releases its fragrance and flavor.

If you are like the bean, you get better and change the situation around you, when things are at their worst. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, you elevate yourself to another level.

So the next time you experience adversity, remember to ask yourself, 'Am I being a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?'"

________________________________________

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on September 30, 2008, 11:26:10 AM
Audrey Hepburn's Beauty Tips


For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 01, 2008, 07:07:22 AM
God and the Spider

During World War II, a US Marine was separated from his unit on a Pacific island. The fighting had been intense, and in the smoke and the crossfire, he had lost touch with his comrades.

Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers coming in his direction. Scrambling for cover, he found his way up a high ridge to several small caves in the rock. Quickly he crawled inside one of the caves. Although safe for the moment, he realized that once the enemy soldiers looking for him swept up the ridge, they would quickly search all the caves and he would be killed. As he waited, he prayed, "Lord, if it be your will, please protect me. Whatever your will though, I love you and trust you. Amen."

After praying, he lay quietly listening to the enemy begin to draw close. He thought, "Well, I guess the Lord isn't going to help me out of this one."

Just then he saw a spider begin to build a web over the front of his cave. As he watched, listening to the enemy searching for him all the while, the spider layered strand after strand of web across the opening of the cave.

"Hah" he thought, "what I need is a brick wall and what the Lord has sent me is a spider web. God does have a sense of humor."

As the enemy drew closer he watched from the darkness of his hideout and could see them searching one cave after another. As they came to his, he got ready to make his last stand. To his amazement, however, after glancing in the direction of his cave, they moved on.

Suddenly, he realized that with the spider web over the entrance, his cave looked as if no one had entered it for quite a while.

"Lord, forgive me," prayed the young man, "I had forgotten that in you a spider's web is stronger than a brick wall."

We all face times of great trouble. When we do, it is so easy to forget the victories that God would work in our lives, sometimes in the most surprising ways.

As the great leader, Nehemiah, reminded the people of Israel when they faced the task of rebuilding Jerusalem, "In God we will have success!" [Nehemiah 2:20]

Remember: Whatever is happening in your life, with God, a mere spider's web can become a brick wall of protection. Trust and believe that He is with you always. Just ask for his help and you will see His great power and love for you.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 02, 2008, 10:24:31 AM
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER
By Erma Bombeck
(Written after she found out she was dying from cancer.)

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television – and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more of "I love you" and more "I'm sorry.” But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute, look at it and really see it, live it...and never give it back.

Stop sweating the small stuff. Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who DO love us.

Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well as spiritually.

Life is too short to let it pass you by.

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I read this years ago and always wished I could find it again.  It really affected me and I always remember the jist of it if not the exact words.  In fact I was just sharing the "jist" of it with another the woman just the other day.  I'm so happy to have found it again and I can't wait to print this off and take it to her tomorrow!
In Christ,
Grammyluv


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 03, 2008, 10:59:10 AM
The Puppies

A storeowner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies For Sale."

Signs like that have a way of attracting small children, and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the sign. "How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he asked.

The storeowner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50."

The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37," he said. "Can I please look at them?"

The storeowner smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur.

One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's wrong with that little dog?"

The storeowner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame.

The little boy became excited. "That is the puppy that I want to buy."

The storeowner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog, if you really want him, I'll just give him to you."

The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the man’s eyes, pointed his finger, and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for."

The storeowner countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies."

To his surprise, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the storeowner and softly replied, "Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!"

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 05, 2008, 11:15:30 AM
I LOVE This!


Psalm 23


The Lord is my Shepherd = That's Relationship!

I shall not want = That's Supply!

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures = That's Rest!

He leadeth me beside the still waters = That's Refreshment!

He restoreth my soul = That's Healing!

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness = That's Guidance!

For His name sake = That's Purpose!

Yea, though I walk through the valley of t he shadow  f death = That's Testing!

I will fear no evil = That's Protection!

For Thou art with me = That's Faithfulness!

Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me = That's Discipline!

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies = That's Hope!

Thou annointest my head with oil = That's Consecration!

My cup runneth over = That's Abundance!

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life = That's Blessing !

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord = That's Security!

Forever = That's Eternity!

Face it, God is crazy about you...


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on October 06, 2008, 12:44:20 AM
I LOVE This!


Psalm 23


The Lord is my Shepherd = That's Relationship!

I shall not want = That's Supply!

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures = That's Rest!

He leadeth me beside the still waters = That's Refreshment!

He restoreth my soul = That's Healing!

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness = That's Guidance!

For His name sake = That's Purpose!

Yea, though I walk through the valley of t he shadow  f death = That's Testing!

I will fear no evil = That's Protection!

For Thou art with me = That's Faithfulness!

Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me = That's Discipline!

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies = That's Hope!

Thou annointest my head with oil = That's Consecration!

My cup runneth over = That's Abundance!

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life = That's Blessing !

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord = That's Security!

Forever = That's Eternity!

Face it, God is crazy about you...


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AMEN GRAMMYLUV!

Thank you! This is something beautiful to think about every day and just what I needed to think about right now!


Love In Christ,
Tom



Favorite Bible Quotes 323 - Philippians 1:9-11 And this I pray, that
your love may abound yet more and more in knowledge and in all
judgment; 10 That ye may approve things that are excellent; that ye
may be sincere and without offence till the day of Christ; 11 Being
filled with the fruits of righteousness, which are by Jesus Christ,
unto the glory and praise of God.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 06, 2008, 11:08:15 AM
Good As Your Dog

If you can start the day without caffeine,

If you can get going without pep pills,

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,

If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,

If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it,

If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,

If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you when, through no fault of yours, something goes wrong,

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,

If you can ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him,

If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,

If you can face the world without lies and deceit,

If you can conquer tension without medical help,

If you can relax without liquor,

If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

If you can say honestly that deep in your heart you have no

prejudice against creed, color, religion or politics,

Then, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 07, 2008, 11:09:40 AM
GOD CREATED CHILDREN (AND IN THE PROCESS GRANDCHILDREN)


To those of us who have children in our lives, whether they are our own,grandchildren, nieces, nephews, or students...here is something to make you chuckle.

Whenever your children are out of control, you can take comfort from thethought that even God's omnipotence did not extend to His own children. After creating heaven and earth,God created Adam and Eve. And the first thing he said was ' DON'T ! '
'Don 't what ?' Adam replied.
'Don't eat the forbidden fruit.' God said.
'Forbidden fruit? We have forbidden fruit?Hey Eve.we have forbidden fruit!'
' No Way!'
'Yes way! '
'Do NOT eat the fruit!' said God.
'Why?'
'Because I am your Father and I said so ! 'God replied, wondering why He hadn't stopped creation after making the elephants. A few minutes later, God saw Hischildren having an apple break and He was ticked !'Didn't I tell you not to eat the fruit ?' God asked.
'Uh huh,' Adam replied.
'Then why did you ?' said the Father.
'I don't know,' said Eve.
'She started it !' Adam said.
'Did not !'
'Did too!'
'DID NOT!'
Having had it with the two of them,God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own.Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed. If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give children wisdom and they haven't taken it, don't be hard on yourself. If God had trouble raising children, what makes you think it would be a piece of cake for you?

THINGS TO THINK ABOUT!
1. You spend the first two years of their life teaching them to walk andtalk.. Then you spend the next sixteen telling them to sit down and shut up. 
2. Grandchildren are God's rewardfor not killing your own children.
3. Mothers of teens now know whysome animals eat their young.
4. Children seldom misquote you.In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.
5. The main purpose of holding children's parties is to remind yourself thatthere are children more awful than your own.
6. We childproofed our homes,but they are still getting in.

ADVICE FOR THE DAY: Be nice to your kids. They will choose your nursing home one day.
AND FINALLY: IF YOU HAVE A LOT OF TENSION AND YOU GET A HEADACHE, DO WHAT IT SAYSON THE ASPIRIN BOTTLE:
'TAKE TWO ASPIRIN' and 'KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN'


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 11, 2008, 11:48:09 AM
Cell phone vs. Bible

Ever wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cell phone?
What if we carried  it around in our purses or pockets?
What if we flipped  through it several times a day?
What if we turned  back to go get it if we forgot it?
What if we used it  to receive messages from the text?
What if we treated  it like we couldn't live without it?
What if we gave it  to kids as gifts?
What if we used it  when we traveled?
What if we used it  in case of emergency?
And  no dropped calls!
Makes you stop and think 'where are my priorities? 
This is something  to make you go....hmm...where is my Bible?
Oh, and one more  thing.
Unlike our cell  phone, we don't have to worry about our Bible being
disconnected because  Jesus already paid the  bill.


When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 12, 2008, 11:48:18 AM
Invisible Mom
Submitted by maryjo garascia

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.  Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'   Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor,
or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.

I'm invisible - The invisible Mom.

Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.  Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?  Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being.

I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?'

I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?'

I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa com laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.  She's going, she's going, she's gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England.  Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in.  I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.  It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself.  I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said,  'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.  I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:  'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'

In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book.  And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:  No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.  These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.   They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.  The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built,
and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam.  He was puzzled and asked the man,
'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will  be covered by the roof?   No one will ever see it.'   And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'  I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.
 
It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte.  I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.  No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over.  You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life.  It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness.  It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder.  As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.  The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.'  That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself.  I just want him to want to come home.  And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right.  And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.  Great Job, MOM!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 13, 2008, 12:18:31 PM
The Blindfold
Submitted by JoAnn Wiedman


Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of passage?

His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone.

He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone.

Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.

He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own.

The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises.

Wild beasts must surely be all around him.

Maybe even some human might do him harm.

The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man!

Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold.

It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.

Life is like a rite of passage for all of us.

We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it, God is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 14, 2008, 10:47:35 AM
Malachi 3:3

Malachi 3:3 says: "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."
 
This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. 
 
One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study. 
 
That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining Silver. As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest so as to burn away all the impurities.
 
The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says: "He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver."
 
She asked the silversmith if it was true that, he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed. 
 
 The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do you know when the silver is fully refined?"
 
He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in it."
 
 If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has his eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you. 

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 15, 2008, 08:36:39 AM
 
Mid-Life

 Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down. This gives
us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired mustache.

 In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wing spans. We are
no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag.

 Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirror and you can
see your rear without turning around.

 Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and you realize that this is
the only time someone will ask you to appear topless.

 Mid -life brings wisdom to know that life throws us curves and we're
sitting on our biggest ones.
 
Mid-life is when you look at your know-it-all, beeper-wearing teenager
and think: 'For this I have stretch marks?'
 
 In mid-life your memory starts to go. In fact the only thing we can
retain is water.
 
 Mid-life means that your Body By Jake now includes Legs By Rand McNally
-- more red and blue lines than an accurately scaled map of Wisconsin .
 
 Mid-life means that you become more reflective . . You start pondering
the 'big' questions. What is life? Why am I here? How much Healthy Choice
ice cream can I eat before it's no longer a healthy choice?

 But mid-life also brings with it an appreciation for what is important.
We realize that breasts sag, hips expand and chins double, but our loved
ones make the journey worthwhile. Would any of you trade the knowledge
that you have now, for the body you had way back when? Maybe our bodies
simply have to expand to hold all the wisdom and love we've acquired.
That's my philosophy and I'm sticking to it!

Life is uncertain...eat dessert first! 
 


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 16, 2008, 10:51:26 AM
I won't forget to tell them


Some 10 years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our opening session in the theology of faith at Trinity Theological Seminary. That was the day I first saw Tommy. He was combing his hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders. My quick judgment wrote him off as strange – very strange. Tommy turned out to be my biggest challenge. He constantly objected to or smirked at the possibility of an unconditionally loving God. When he turned in his final exam at the end of the course, he asked in a slightly cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?" "No," I said emphatically. "Oh," he responded. "I thought that was the product you were pushing." I let him get five steps from the door and then called out. "I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am certain He will find you." Tommy shrugged and left. I felt slightly disappointed that he had missed my clever line. Later I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was grateful for that. Then came a sad report: Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to me. When he walked into my office, his body was badly wasted, and his long hair had fallen out because of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice, for the first time, was firm. "Tommy! I've thought about you so often. I heard you were very sick," I blurted out. "Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer. It's a matter of weeks." "Can you talk about it?" "Sure. What would you like to know?" "What's it like to be only 24 and know that you're dying?" "It could be worse," he told me, "like being 50 and thinking that drinking booze, seducing women and making money are the real 'biggies' in life." Then he told me why he had come. "It was something you said to me on the last day of class. I asked if you thought I would ever find God, and you said no, which surprised me. Then you said, 'But He will find you.' I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time. But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, I got serious about locating God. And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging against the bronze doors of heaven. But nothing happened. Well, one day I woke up, and instead of my desperate attempts to get some kind of message, I just quit. I decided I didn't really care about God, an afterlife, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more important. I thought about you and something else you had said: 'The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you loved them.' So I began with the hardest one: my dad." Tommy's father had been reading the newspaper when his son approached him. "Dad, I would like to talk with you." "Well, talk." "I mean, it's really important." The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?" "Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that." Tommy smiled at me as he recounted the moment. "The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I couldn't remember him doing before. He cried and he hugged me. And we talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. "It was easier with my mother and little brother," Tommy continued. "They cried with me, and we hugged one another, and shared the things we had been keeping secret for so long. Here I was, in the shadow of death, and I was just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to. "Then one day I turned around and God was there. He didn't come to me when I pleaded with Him. Apparently He does things in His own way and at His own hour. The important thing is that you were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for Him." "Tommy," I added, "could I ask you a favor? Would you come to my theology-of-faith course and tell my students what you told me?" Though we scheduled a date, he never made it. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of humanity has ever seen or the mind ever imagined. Before he died, we talked one last time. "I'm not going to make it to your class," he said. "I know, Tommy." "Will you tell them for me? Will you . . . tell the whole world for me?" "I will, Tommy. I'll tell them." And I just did!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 17, 2008, 12:28:01 PM
Minor -- Traveling Unattended

Right before the jetway door closed, I scrambled aboard the plane going from LA to Chicago, lugging my laptop and overstuffed briefcase. It was the first leg of an important business trip a few weeks before Christmas, and I was running late. I had a ton of work to catch up on. Half wishing, half praying I muttered, "Please God, do me a favor; let there be an empty seat next to mine, I don't need any distractions."I was on the aisle in a two seat row. Across sat a businesswoman with her nose buried in a newspaper. No problem. But in the seat beside mine, next to the window, was a young boy wearing a big red tag around his neck: "Minor -- Traveling Unattended."

The kid sat perfectly still, hands in his lap, eyes straight ahead. He'd probably been told never to talk to strangers. "Good," I thought.Then the flight attendant came by. "Michael, I have to sit down because we're about to take off," she said to the little boy. "This nice man will answer any of your questions, okay?"Did I have a choice? I offered my hand, and Michael shook it twice, straight up and down."Hi, I'm Jerry," I said. "You must be about seven years old.""I'll bet you don't have any kids," he responded."Why do you think that? Sure I do." I took out my wallet to show him pictures."Because I'm six.""I was way off, huh?"The captains' voice came over the speakers, "Flight attendants, prepare for takeoff."Michael pulled his seat belt tighter and gripped the armrests as the jet engines roared. I leaned over, "Right about now, I usually say a prayer. I asked God to keep the plane safe and to send angels to protect us.""Amen," he said, then added, "But I'm not afraid of dying. I'm not afraid because my mama's already in Heaven.""I'm sorry." I said."Why are you sorry?" he asked, peering out the window as the plane lifted off."I'm sorry you don't have your mama here."

My briefcase jostled at my feet, reminding me of all the work I needed to do."Look at those boats down there!" Michael said as the plane banked over the Pacific. "Where are they going?""Just going sailing, having a good time. And there's probably a fishing boat full of guys like you and me.""Doing what?" He asked."Just fishing, maybe for bass or tuna. Does your dad ever take you fishing?""I don't have a dad," Michael sadly responded.Only six years old and he didn't have a dad, and his Mom had died, and here he was flying halfway across the country all by himself. The least I could do was make sure he had a good flight. With my foot I pushed my briefcase under my seat."Do they have a bathroom here?" he asked, squirming a little."Sure," I said, "Let me take you there."I showed him how to work the "Occupied" sign, and what buttons to push on the sink, then he closed the door. When he emerged, he wore a wet shirt and a huge smile."That sink shoots water everywhere!"The attendants smiled. Michael got the VIP treatment from the crew during snack time.

I took out my laptop and tried to work on a talk I had to give, but my mind kept going to Michael. I couldn't stop looking at the crumpled grocery bag on the floor by his seat. He'd told me that everything he owned was in that bag. Poor kid.While Michael was getting a tour of the cockpit the flight attendant told me his grandmother would pick him up in Chicago. In the seat pocket a large manila envelope held all the paperwork regarding his custody. He came back explaining, "I got wings! I got cards! I got more peanuts. I saw the pilot and he said I could come back anytime!"For a while he stared at the manila envelope. "What are you thinking?" I asked Michael.He didn't answer. He buried his face in his hands and started sobbing. It had been years since I'd heard a little one cry like that. My kids were grown -- still I don't think they'd ever cried so hard. I rubbed his back and wondered where the flight attendant was."What's the matter buddy?" I asked. All I got were the muffled words, "I don't know my grandma. Mama didn't want her to come visit and see her sick. What if Grandma doesn't want me? Where will I go?""Michael, do you remember the Christmas story? Mary and Joseph and the baby Jesus? Remember how they came to Bethlehem just before Jesus was born? It was late and cold, and they didn't have anywhere to stay, no family, no hotels, not even hospitals where babies could be born. Well, God was watching out for them. He found them a place to stay; a stable with animals."

"Wait, wait," Michael tugged on my sleeve. "I know Jesus. I remember now." Then he closed his eyes, lifted his head and began to sing. His voice rang out with a strength that rocked his tiny frame. "Jeeesus looooves me--thiiiiiis I knowwwwwww. For the Biiiiiible tells meeeeee sooooo....."Passengers turned or stood up to see the little boy who made the large sound. Michael didn't notice his audience. With his eyes shut tight and voice lifted high, he was in a good place."You've got a great voice," I told him when he was done. "I've never heard anyone sing like that.""Mama said God gave me good pipes just like my grandma's," he said. "My grandma loves to sing, she sings in her church choir.""Well, I'll bet you can sing there, too. The two of you will be running that choir."The seat belt sign came on as we approached O'Hare. The flight attendant came by and said, "We just have a few minutes now." But she told Michael that it was important that he put his seat belt on. People started stirring in their seats, like the kids before the final school bell. By the time the seat belt sign went off, passengers were rushing down the aisle.

Michael and I stayed seated."Are you gonna go with me?" he asked."I wouldn't miss it for the world, buddy!" I assured him.Clutching his bag and the manila envelope in one hand, he grabbed my hand with the other. The two of us followed the flight attendant down the jetway. All the noises of the airport seemed to fill the corridor.Michael stopped, slipping his hand from mine, he dropped to his knees. His mouth quivered. His eyes brimmed with tears."What's wrong Michael? I'll carry you if you want."He opened his mouth and moved his lips, but it was as if his words were stuck in his throat. When I knelt next to him, he grabbed my neck. I felt his warm, wet face as he whispered in my ear, "I want my mama!" I tried to stand, but Michael squeezed my neck even harder. Then I heard a rattle of footsteps on the corridor's metal floor. "Is that you, baby?"I couldn't see the woman behind me, but I heard the warmth in her voice. "Oh baby," she cried. "Come here. Grandma loves you so much. I need a hug, baby. Let go of that nice man." She knelt beside Michael and me.Michael's grandma stroked his arm. I smelled a hint of orange blossoms."You've got folks waiting for you out there, Michael. Do you know that you've got aunts, and uncles and cousins? "She patted his skinny shoulders and started humming. Then she lifted her head and sang. I wondered if the flight attendant told her what to sing, or maybe she just knew what was right. Her strong, clear voice filled the passageway, "Jesus loves me -- this I know..."

Michael's gasps quieted. Still holding him, I rose, nodded "hello" to his grandma and watched her pick up the grocery bag. Right before we got to the doorway to the terminal, Michael loosened his grip around my neck and reached for his grandma. As soon as she walked across the threshold with him, cheers erupted. From the size of the crowed, I figured family, friends, pastors, elders, deacons, choir members and most of the neighbors had come to meet Michael. A tall man tugged on Michael's ear and pulled off the red sign around his neck. It no longer applied.As I made my way to the gate for my connecting flight, I barely noticed the weight of my overstuffed briefcase and laptop.
I started to wonder who would be in the seat next to mine this time. .... And I smiled.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 18, 2008, 11:52:58 AM
No Time...

I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done,
My soul could rest at ease.....
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God! held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
'Your name I cannot find
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time'   

Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God..
Every moment, thank God.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: David_james on October 18, 2008, 01:23:28 PM
That message is misleading. You are written in the second you accept Jesus.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 19, 2008, 11:57:48 AM
That message is misleading. You are written in the second you accept Jesus.

You are right David and I thought about that before I posted, but I liked the over all message that we should never be too busy to serve God.  Thanks for paying attention and speaking up!
In Christ,
Yvette


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 19, 2008, 12:00:23 PM
God Knows


When you are tired and discouraged from fruitless efforts...
God knows how hard you have tried.

When you've cried so long and your heart is in anguish...
God has counted your tears.

If you feel that your life is on hold and time has passed you by...
God is waiting with you.

When you're lonely and your friends are too busy even for a phone call...
God is by your side.

When you think you've tried everything and don't know where to turn...
God has a solution.

When nothing makes sense and you are confused or frustrated...
God has the answer.

If suddenly your outlook is brighter and you find traces of hope...
God has whispered to you.

When things are going well and you have much to be thankful for...
God has blessed you.

When something joyful happens and you are filled with awe...
God has smiled upon you.

God has opened your eyes and called you by name.

Remember that wherever you are or whatever you 're facing...
GOD KNOWS!!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 20, 2008, 11:36:50 AM
The Vase

One day I was lying on the bed, reading, when my mother came into the room. She held out a vase - a rather plain and somewhat ugly vase. She asked, "Would you like to have this vase?"

I replied quickly, "No thanks, I don't want it."

As she turned to walk away, I picked up something that said to me, wait a minute, there is something more here. So I asked, '"Where did you get it?'"

She said, "Oh, I got it when I filled an order."

Filled an order? I thought - no communication here. So I asked, "What do you mean, filled an order?"

"Well," she said, "when I was a little girl, the Smith Company mailed catalogs to people. I would take the catalog around the neighborhood, and I'd get people to order from it. When I filled an order and sent it in, they gave me a prize. One time, I got a porch swing for my family."

Now you have to understand that my mother is 87 years old. She is one of six children in a family living through the depression. Money was real hard to come by and even the smallest of luxuries was very hard to come by. My grandmother and grandfather managed to keep their family together through the years, although I don't know how. For my mother to win a luxury like a porch swing was a significant accomplishment. Although she no longer had the swing, she had the vase -a vase full of meaning - which she offered to me.

Instantly I said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I do want the vase." Now it sits in a prominent place in my living room.

It symbolizes a precious meaning which my mother and I share. Unless you and I are sensitive to the other person and hear meaning, as well as words, we may miss wonderful opportunities in life.

-Author Unknown


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 21, 2008, 10:59:36 AM
God! Help! I Need Strength!


My mother was dying of a terrible form of cancer . There was no cure. No one has ever lived five years after a diagnosis with this cancer. She had been diagnosed at the age of 61 and she was a vibrant, happy, enthusiastic, loving woman. She fought the cancer with all her strength, submitting to an experimental operation to give her a few more precious months on Earth.

My sister, my stepfather, and I cared for my mother after the operation, as she wasted away in the intensive care unit of a wonderful national cancer center. She had the best care anyone could have asked for. However, all three of us could see that she was getting worse and worse. She allowed herself to be put on life support, with the promise that she would be off it and home again soon, but weeks later, there was little hope she would ever be able to survive off the machines.

After long deliberations and tear-filled soul-searching, all three of us decided that it was time to ask the hospital to allow us to take our beloved mother off life support and to let her die with dignity. We had promised her throughout our lives that we would not allow her to be kept alive on machines, and we wanted to do our duty for her, no matter how difficult we found it to be.

After days of meetings, the hospital ethics committee agreed with us that it was time to take our mother off life support. I came back to Florida from my home in Virginia and together, my sister, my stepfather, and I stood at my mother's side, more upset and stressed than I could ever imagine. I remember thinking, as I observed how distressed my sister and stepfather were, that there were few situations on Earth more challenging than the one we faced. Suddenly, I was filled with love and sympathy for the family members of someone on death row, waiting in a room to hear that their loved one was dead. I thought to myself, "I can't take much more of this."

Then, the minister, a member of the ethics committee came into the room. He said, "I'm very sorry to tell you this, but the ethics committee has changed its mind. Your mother's doctors have withdrawn their names from the committee and from your mother's case. They say it feels like euthanasia to them. I must also tell you that there is great disagreement from other doctors on the committee who feel that your mother's doctors are more interested in protecting their reputations, than taking care of your mother and the three of you. We are going to have another meeting this afternoon. I will keep you posted of the outcome."

My sister began to scream and cry and my stepfather turned beet red. I felt my own stress levels climb to intolerable levels. In my own mind, I said, "God! If you have more strength out there for me, I need it now. I need help right now or I won't be able to get through this and to help my family get through this! Help me, God! Please!"

Suddenly I was no longer in my mother's hospital room. I was standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking a heaving, green and gold ocean. The air was soft as silk against my skin and the light seemed to float around me like the finest cloth. Somehow, I knew in my heart that the ocean was infinitely wide and infinitely deep. I knew inside myself that it was the strength of God. Behind me, someone (an angel?) leaned over my shoulder and whispered in my ear in a kind and loving voice, "Take what you will."

As I stood once again in the room with my grieving, angry family, I was flooded with the strength I had requested. I was able to help us all get through the afternoon and evening as the hospital went through the processes they needed to feel comfortable allowing us to take my mother off life support. Together, we were there for her, fulfilling our promise, standing together as a family, making sure she had the support she needed to leave this planet surrounded by love.

"Take what you will" is such a loving invitation and one I have remembered many times since, whenever I begin to doubt the infinite love of God. And one day, I hope to thank, in person, the angel whose gentle, supportive voice whispered those words into my ear.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 23, 2008, 11:53:44 AM
Life vs Dust


A house becomes a home when you can write 'I love you' on the furniture. I can't tell you how many countless hours that I have spent CLEANING! I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect - in case someone came over. Then I realized one day that no one came over; they were all out living life and having fun!

Now, when people do visit, I find no need to explain the "condition" of my home. They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun. If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advice.

Life is short. Enjoy it!
Dust if you must,
but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter,
bake a cake or plant a seed,
ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must,
but there's not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must,
but the world's out there
with the sun in your eyes,
the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow,
a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must,
but bear in mind,
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go - and go you must - you,
yourself will make more dust!

It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 24, 2008, 11:55:32 AM
Two Great True Stories

STORY NUMBER ONE

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was his lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but also Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocities that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had the best of everything: clothes, cars and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong.

Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name and a good example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against the Mob. He knew that the cost would be great, but he testified.

Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he would ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion and a poem clipped from a magazine.

The poem read: "The clock of life is wound but once. And no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time, for the clock may soon be still."

STORY NUMBER TWO

World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something that turned his blood cold, a squadron of Japanese aircraft were speeding their way toward the American fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger.

There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet. Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly. Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.

Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had in fact destroyed five enemy aircraft.

This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor. A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.

So the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's Memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?

Butch O'Hare was Easy Eddie's son.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 25, 2008, 11:51:53 AM
What the Fire Didn't Burn

My sister's husband was an alcoholic. They had separated and he lived several hundred kilometres from her and their two boys. One day he rang crying telling her he just could not make the next visit because he couldn't stop drinking. It was a tragic call which saddened my sister who was a sober alcoholic herself. Several months later she received a phone call from him saying that he was sober and was coming to see the boys, then aged 9 and 7, and would that be OK. She said that it would and he said he would be there in a few hours.

It was mid afternoon when she received a phone call from the police telling her that her husband had been in a car accident and had been badly burned. When she arrived at the hospital with the boys, she was told that her husband was seriously burned to 60% of his body. He was still conscious which was a miracle in itself as he had been given strong drugs for the pain, but he was determined to see his boys. They asked him how he was, and he replied, "Oh, I've had a bit of an accident, but that's enough about me, how are you two going?" They spoke for a little while but their dad had to go to the burns unit in the capital city for urgent treatment, so they sadly said goodbye and he was wheeled away.

He lived for 10 days, and the boys were able to visit him on two occasions in that time. On the last occasion their dad had his eyes open and watched them, but he couldn't speak as he was still heavily sedated. Again, the staff didn't know how he had opened his eyes. He just looked at his two boys as they played near his bed.

At the funeral the priest said that, among other things, he had given Jack a special blessing which meant that all the people around the world who were praying for "the unknown soul" at that moment, their prayers would go to Jack in his hour of need. I thought this was amazing. An obscure but suffering alcoholic prayed for by people around the world! His two little boys were so brave at the graveside, as they struggled to come to terms with what had happened to their dad. After the funeral, my sister told me that she had taken the boys to where the accident had occured because they wanted to go. It was on a rolling bend, and her husband had swerved to miss a kangaroo but lost control of the jeep and it ended up on its side a little way off the road with the roof off. Two women travelling behind him saw the car and stopped to offer help. He was 6' 4" and too heavy for them and they could not pull him free. While they went to get someone to help, the car burst into flames and Jack was caught in the fire. A man did reach him getting serious burns himself, and dragged him out, but he had suffered terribly by then. The grass around the jeep had caught fire and had burned several acres before the fire brigade could put it out. The police had found a most unusual item at the scene which puzzled them greatly as to how it wasn't burnt. It was a blue plastic container, like one used in a kitchen, which contained all the photos of the boys with their dad when they went and stayed with him during school holidays. It was found in the vehicle scarcely affected by the heat. The edges of some photos were slightly yellowed, and the container slightly warped, but apart from that, the photos were still intact. This event has truly been a revelation of wonderment as to the tender mercies of a loving God for two small boys.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 26, 2008, 11:39:30 AM
The Cab Ride

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. One late night, I arrived at 2:30 a.m. to pick up a fare. The building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.

"Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knicknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said.

I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.

"It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated"

"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said. 

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now"

We drove in silence to the address she had given me.It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we  pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said

"You have to make a living," she answered. 

"There are other passengers," I responded.  Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.  Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?  What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.  But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 27, 2008, 12:19:14 PM
"SHMILY"
Author Unknown


My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, It was their turn to hide it once more.

They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet.

There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows.

"Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Scepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.

Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marvelling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside. Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, theywent to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to G~d to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone. "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet.

As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.

S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 28, 2008, 10:48:48 AM
Life In 1550 - The Bad Old Days

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and were still smelling pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the B.O.

Baths equaled a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the Privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."

Houses had thatched roofs. Thick straw, piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the pets ... dogs, cats and other small animals, mice, rats, bugs lived in the roof. When it rained, the roof became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying, "It's raining cats and dogs."

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could really mess up your nice clean bed. So, they found if they made beds with big posts and hung a sheet over the top, it addressed that problem. Hence those beautiful big 4 poster beds with canopies.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors which would get slippery in the winter when wet. So they spread thresh on the floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on they kept adding more thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed at the entry way, hence a "thresh hold."

They cooked in the kitchen in a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They mostly ate vegetables and didn't get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes the stew had food in it that had been in there for a month. Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot, nine days old."

Sometimes they could obtain pork and would feel really special when that happened. When company came over, they would bring out some bacon and hang it to show it off. It was a sign of wealth and a sign that the man of the house "Could really bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with a high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food. This happened most often with tomatoes, so they stopped eating tomatoes...for 400 years.

Most people didn't have pewter plates, but had trenchers - a piece of wood with the middle scooped out like a bowl. Trenchers were never washed and a lot of times, worms got into the wood. After eating off wormy trenchers, they would get "trench mouth."

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the "upper crust".

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock them out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a "wake".

England is old and small, and they started running out of places to bury people. So, they would dig up coffins and would take their bones to a house and reuse the grave. In reopening these coffins, one out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they thought they would tie a string on their wrist and lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night to listen for the bell. Hence on the "graveyard shift", they would know that someone was "saved by the bell" or he was a "dead ringer".

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 29, 2008, 11:38:23 AM
Emergency 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 1 Corinthians 13

For Paul's secret to happiness
call Colossians 3:12-17

For idea of Christianity
call 2Corinthians 5:5-19

When you feel down and out
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

How to get along with fellow men
call Romans 12

When you think of investments/returns
call Mark 10

If you are depressed
call Psalm 27

If your pocketbook is empty
call Psalm 37


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 30, 2008, 12:29:10 PM
I Know Jesus


(From a professor at Northern Michigan University.)

There was an atheist couple that had a child. The couple never told their daughter anything about God or Jesus.

One night when the little girl was 5 years old, the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the mom and then himself, all in front of the horrified child.

Soon after she was sent to a foster home. The foster mother was a Christian and took the child to church. On the first day of Sunday school, the foster mother told the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus, and to please have patience with her.

The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said, "Does anyone know who this is?"

The little girl said, "I do, that's the man who held me the night my parents died."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on October 31, 2008, 12:16:50 PM
23 Things to Always Remember And One Thing Never to Forget

1. Your presence is a present to the world.

2. You're unique and one of a kind.

3. Your life can be what you want it to be.

4. Take the days just one at a time.

5. Count your blessings, not your troubles.

6. You'll make it through whatever comes along.

7. Within you are so many answers.

8. Understand, have courage, be strong.

9. Don't put limits on yourself.

10. So many dreams are waiting to be realized.

11. Decisions are too important to leave to chance.

12. Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.

13. Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.

14. The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.

15. Don't take things too seriously.

16. Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

17. Remember that a little love goes a long way.

18. Remember that a lot ... goes forever.

19. Remember that friendship is a wise investment.

20. Life's treasures are people ... together.

21. Realize that it's never to late.

22. Do ordinary things in extraordinary ways.

23. Have health and hope and happiness.

And don't ever forget ... For even a day ... How very special you are.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 01, 2008, 12:27:17 PM
Can You Smell That?

A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery.

Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency cesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.

At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.

"I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could. "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one."

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived. She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.

"No! No!" was all Diana could say.

She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.

As those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.

There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger. But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there. At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted. Though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero.

Five years later, Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?"

Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."

Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?"

Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain."

Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God does when you lay your head on His chest."

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children.

Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along. During those long days and nights of the first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it was His loving scent that the little girl was remembering.

God is not a knife edge to carefully balance on lest one falls into the abyss. God is an infinite plain, no matter which way you fall, he catches you.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 02, 2008, 10:12:35 AM
The Sack Lunches

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my
 assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a
 good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought.
 
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and
filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to
start a conversation. 'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier
seated nearest to me.
 
'Chicago - to Great Lakes Base. We'll be there for two weeks for
special training, and then we're being deployed to Iraq '

After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack
lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours
before we reached Chicago, and I quickly decided a lunch would help
pass the time.
 
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he
planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a
sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to
Chicago ': His friend agreed.
 
I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I
walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a
fifty dollar bill.
 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed
tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a
soldier in Iraq; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
 
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers
were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best
- beef or chicken?'
 'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to
the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from
first class. 'This is your thanks.'

After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane,
heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I
want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five
dollars.
 Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down
the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was
not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on
my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held
out his hand, an said, 'I want to shake your hand'

Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand.
With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military
pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I
never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of
the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A
man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand,
wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
 When we landed in Chicago I gathered my belongings and started to
deplane.
Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put
something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a
word.  Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their
trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five
dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be
about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'
 
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their
fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer
for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our
country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little...
 
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life wrote a blank check
Made payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up
to and including my life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many
people in this country who no longer understand it.'

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: David_james on November 02, 2008, 12:52:02 PM
oh puh-leaze ::)


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 03, 2008, 12:02:32 PM
Does God Exist?

The professor of a university challenged his students with this question; "Did God create everything that exists?"

A student answered bravely, "Yes, he did".

The professor then asked, "If God created everything, then he created evil. Since evil exists (as noticed by our own actions), so God is evil. The student couldn't respond to that statement causing the professor to conclude that he had "proved" that "belief in God" was a fairy tale, and therefore worthless.

Another student raised his hand and asked the professor, "May I pose a question? "

"Of course" answered the professor.

The young student stood up and asked: "Professor does Cold exists?"

The professor answered, "What kind of question is that? Of course the cold exists... haven't you ever been cold?"

The young student answered, "In fact sir, Cold does not exist. According to the laws of Physics, what we consider cold, in fact is the absence of heat. Anything is able to be studied as long as it transmits energy(heat). Absolute Zero is the total absence of heat, but cold does not exist. What we have done is create a term to describe how we feel if we don't have body heat or we are not hot."

"And, does Dark exist?", the student continued.

The professor answered "Of course.

This time the student responded, "Again you're wrong, Sir. Darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in fact simply the absence of light. Light can be studied, darkness can not. Darkness cannot be broken down. A simple ray of light tears the darkness and illuminates the surface where the light beam finishes. Dark is a term that we humans have created to describe what happens when there's lack of light."

Finally, the student asked the professor, "Sir, does evil exist?"

The professor replied, "Of course it exists, as I mentioned at the beginning, we see violations, crimes and violence anywhere in the world, and those things are evil."

The student responded, "Sir, evil does not exist. Just as in the previous cases, Evil is a term which man has created to describe the result of the absence of God's presence in the hearts of man.

After this, the professor bowed down his head, and didn't answer back.

The young man's name was Albert Einstein


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on November 03, 2008, 08:25:10 PM
Emergency 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 1 Corinthians 13

For Paul's secret to happiness
call Colossians 3:12-17

For idea of Christianity
call 2Corinthians 5:5-19

When you feel down and out
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

How to get along with fellow men
call Romans 12

When you think of investments/returns
call Mark 10

If you are depressed
call Psalm 27

If your pocketbook is empty
call Psalm 37


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Hello Grammyluv,

Sister, I've been missing these and copied all I missed to enjoy at my leisure. We take so many nice things for granted, so missing something you enjoy for even a short time is a good reminder to be thankful.

I've missed everyone and the posts without a computer. It's really surprising how uplifting it is to use great Christian materials every day in such a variety. It could be compared to the health benefits of a balanced diet, but in this case we're talking about Spiritual Health and Vitality for ETERNITY.

Love In Christ,
Tom


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 04, 2008, 10:48:06 AM
Hello Grammyluv,

Sister, I've been missing these and copied all I missed to enjoy at my leisure. We take so many nice things for granted, so missing something you enjoy for even a short time is a good reminder to be thankful.

I've missed everyone and the posts without a computer. It's really surprising how uplifting it is to use great Christian materials every day in such a variety. It could be compared to the health benefits of a balanced diet, but in this case we're talking about Spiritual Health and Vitality for ETERNITY.

Love In Christ,
Tom

I agree.  And it is so good to see you back.  I know what you mean though about the fellowship here.  When my computer is on the blink or I miss getting on here for even a day because my schdule is busy I just don't feel the same all day long.  My computer is where my friends are and it's where I get all my daily news too since I don't have the TV anymore.
Missed you!
In Christ,
Yvette


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 04, 2008, 10:56:30 AM
Clair de Lune


A few days after my dad died, my sister Cathy called and said, “Dad had a request for you to play some music at his funeral. Would you be willing to do it?”

I said, “You know I would.”

I figured she was going to tell me about some hymns he was particularly fond of. But what she said next took me totally by surprise. She said, “He’d like you to play Clair de Lune!”

I said, “Clair de Lune?”

She said, “Yup. That was the piece he asked for.”

I said, “I didn’t think he even knew the piece, let alone the title!”

She said, “Apparently he did, and he asked that you play it during Communion.”

I told her, “I’ll be happy to do it” and hung up.

Then I thought, "Clair de Lune?" I had not played that piece since I was 18 and back then it was one tough cookie. The mere mention of it drew me straight back to the living room of my childhood home on Dixon Avenue. I saw myself practicing at the piano, with dad listening from his favorite chair in the den, a little alcove just around the corner.

Every night after dinner dad would wander into that den, which was an appropriate name for the room. It really was a den, a cave where dad settled into his favorite chair like an old lion.

He loved music. Only his idea of a classic was Glenn Miller. He really enjoyed the likes of Nat King Cole and Lena Horne and of course, Frank Sinatra. He had a good sized collection of LP’s and a decent hi-fi set. So every night he’d put a stack of records on the turntable, relax in that chair of his, and listen.

Now, it didn’t take the mind of an Einstein to figure out that his lounge time was definitely not the time to practice the piano in the living room. So when I was young, if I was going to make any kind of music, I headed for the basement. There was this old upright piano in the game room down there and I played the daylights out of it. In fact, you could say I spent most of my musical gestation in that room on that piano. I didn’t graduate to the living room until I was reasonably accomplished as a pianist and even then I harbored a twinge of guilt for horning in on the old lion’s den time, though he never once complained about it. He would sit in his chair reading the newspaper and listening. Listening... but for what I don’t know. Half of the time what I was playing didn’t even make sense to me so he couldn't possibly have known what I was striving to master. I was doing major doses of Beethoven Sonatas, Bach Fugues, Chopin Etudes and not one morsel of Gershwin or Cole Porter. He had to be one lost soul awash in a clamor of crescendos, scales, and arpeggios.

I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but all the while he was listening as I fumbled through the notes of sonatas, listening to etudes and concertos, listening to me working my fingers into a frenzy, trying my best to learn enough music to make a respectable appearance at my weekly lessons with Joe Esposito.

Clair de Lune was not one of my lesson pieces. I heard it one day on the radio and I fell in love with it at once. I just had to learn it myself. It would be the first piece of classical music I had mastered without the aid of my teacher. I drove to the music store and bought the music. That was the easy part, learning it was another story. It was a tricky piece that required the lightness of a butterfly on the keys, and my touch seemed more like that of a jack hammer.

I had my work cut out for me. I went at it with the discipline of a soldier and the passion of an artist... note by note, color by color. I learned the whole thing by myself. It took months. Dad must’ve listened to it all.

Which brings me back to Cathy’s phone call. Dad’s request gave me a minor anxiety attack that whisked me back 40 years to my childhood home, slaving away at those notes, trying to master the music and make it into something Debussy might actually enjoy hearing.

Right after I hung up the phone I went over to my piano and prepared myself to slave away at the piece again. I dug through my pile of music and found the Debussy book. It had been a long time... a very long time. I put the music on the stand, opened it up, and began to play. I actually surprised myself. Apparently, 50 years as a pianist does something to the hands. My fingers found their way automatically to the keys. Just like riding a bike after a long hiatus, the music came out of my fingers as naturally as breathing, I hardly needed to look at the music. When I played it for dad’s funeral, I hardly needed to look at it then. It's a good thing because I couldn’t see it very well through my tears.

Funny, I always wondered why dad never complimented me on my playing. For the longest time I thought it was because he didn’t really care. I now understand that it was because he was just waiting for the right moment.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 05, 2008, 08:45:14 PM
Through the Window
               

A young couple moves into a new neighborhood.  The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside.
               
"That laundry is not very clean", she said. "She doesn't know how to wash correctly.   Perhaps she needs better laundry soap"  Her husband looked on, but remained silent.

Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make comments about the laundry.
               
About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband:
"Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her?"
               
The husband said, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows."
               
And so it is with life.  What we see when observing others, depends on the purity of the windows through which we look.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 06, 2008, 10:56:40 AM
Lucky the Dog

Anyone who has pets will really like this.  You'll like it even if you
don't and you may even decide you need one!

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog  named 'Lucky.' Lucky was a real
character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit
they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because
Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably,
someone would forget and s omething would come up missing.

Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the
treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's other favorite toys. Lucky always
stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys
stay in the  box.

It happened that Mary found out she had  breast cancer. Something told her
she was going to die of this disease....in fact, she was just sure it
was fatal.

She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night
before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A  though t
struck her....what would happen to Lucky? Although the  three-year-old
dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky
will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want
to leave him.  The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own
death.

The  double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated
and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his
evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and
miserable.

Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived
home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her
bedroom.  Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.
Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called.  It
made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.

When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong.  She
couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon
gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was c overed,
literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!  While she had
slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement
bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life.  He had
covered her with his love.

Mary forgot about dying.  Instead she and Lucky began living again,
walking further and further together every day. It's  been 12 years now
and Mary is still cancer-free.  Lucky? He still  steals treasures and
stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his  greatest treasure.

Remember . . .  live every day to the fullest. Each minute is a blessing
from God. And  never forget . .. . the people who make a difference in our
lives are not  the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the
most awards.  They are the ones that care for us.

If you see someone without a smile today give them one of yours!  Live
simply. Love seriously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to  God

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 07, 2008, 11:10:54 AM
A LOAN FROM GOD


God promised at the birth of time,
A special friend to give,
His time on earth is short, he said,
So love him while he lives.

It may be for eight or ten years,
Or only two or three,
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for me?

A wagging tail and cold wet nose,
And silken velvet ears,
A heart as big as all outdoors,
To love you through the years.

His puppy ways will gladden you,
And antics bring a smile,
As guardian or friend he will,
Be loyal all the while.

He'll bring his charms to grace your life,
And though his stay be brief,
When he's gone the memories,
Are solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But lessons only a dog can teach,
I want you each to learn.

I've looked the whole world over,
In search of guardians true,
And from the folk that crowd life's land,
I have chosen you.

Whatever love you give to him,
Returns in triple measure,
Follow his lead and gain a life,
Brim full of simple pleasures.

Enjoy each day as it comes,
Allow your heart to guide,
Be loyal and steadfast in love,
As the dog there by your side.

Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call,
To take him back again?

I fancy each of us would say,
Dear Lord, thy will be done,
For all the joys this dog shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shelter his with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've know,
Forever grateful stay.

But should the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.

If by our love we've managed,
God's wishes to achieve,
In memory of him that we have loved,
And to help us while we grieve;

When our faithful bundle departs,
This earthly world of strife,
We'll get yet another pup,
And love him all his life.

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 08, 2008, 10:42:39 AM
Strongest Dad in the World
Sports Illustrated
By Rick Reilly

I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots. But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

This love story began in Winchester , Mass. , 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and  unable to control his limbs. "He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;"  father, Dick, says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. "Put him in an institution."

But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy  communicate. "No way," Dick says he was told. "There's nothing going on in  his brain." "Tell him a joke," Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain.

Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? "Go Bruins!" And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an  accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, "Dad,  I want to do that." Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described "porker" who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. "Then it was me who was handicapped," Dick says. "I was sore for two weeks."

That day changed Rick's life. "Dad," he typed, "when we were running, it felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!" And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and  Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

"No way," Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then they found a way to get  into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made  the qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, "Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?"   How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried. Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironman in Hawaii   . It must be a buzz kill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy  towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you think?

Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on  the handlebars--all in the same day. Dick's also pulled him cross-country  skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the  U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right? Hey,  Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? "No way," he says. Dick does it  purely for "the awesome feeling" he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon , in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time'?  Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in  case you don't keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was  not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.

"No question about it," Rick types. "My dad is the Father of the Century." And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life. And Dick  got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack  during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. "If you  hadn't been in such great shape," one doctor told him, "you probably would've  died 15 years ago." So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston , and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland , Mass. , always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy. "The thing I'd most like," Rick types, "is that my dad would sit in the chair and I would push him once."


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 09, 2008, 11:21:46 AM
HOW TO OBSERVE THANKSGIVING

Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Count on God instead of yourself.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 10, 2008, 11:19:05 AM
Make A Difference

My day started just like all the other days for the past 15 years where I get up, make some coffee, shower, get dressed and leave for the train station at preciously 7:35 A.M. to arrive at work by 8:30. While on the train I would always choose a seat away from the crowd so I can read the newspaper in peace and quiet. At work I am always being bombarded with questions from coworkers, suppliers, telephone and then those dreaded meetings so the last thing I need is some stranger to sit beside me and make small talk.

I don’t know why but for some reason when I got on the train today it was unusually full, something I don’t recall ever happening in the past. With hesitation I sat down in the only seat available beside a middle aged man that had his head down and seemed to be lost in his thoughts. I was glad that he didn’t notice when I sat next to him as he just continued to look down towards the floor.

Shortly after the train left for my 30 minute ride downtown I found myself wondering what this man was thinking about. What could be so important that he didn’t even see me sit next to him? I tried to forget about it and started to read my paper. However, for some strange reason this “inner voice” kept prompting me to talk to this man. I tried to ignore the “voice” as there was no way I was starting a conversation with a complete stranger.

As you probably guessed I eventually broke down and came up with an excuse to ask him a question. When he raised his head and turned his eyes towards me I could see that he must have been really upset as he had red eyes and still had some tears rolling down the side of his face despite his feeble attempt to wipe them away. I can’t describe the sadness I felt seeing someone in so much pain.

We talked for about 20 minutes and in the end he seemed to be doing better. As we were leaving the train he thanked me profusely for being an angel by taking the time to talk. I never did find out what was making his heart so heavy with pain but was glad I listened to the “voice” that day.

Several weeks had passed when I noticed an envelope on my desk after returning from lunch. It was not addressed to anyone and only had the word “Angel” written on it. My receptionist attached a note saying a gentleman dropped it off saying he did not know my name but had described me well enough that the receptionist knew it was for me. When I read the note inside the envelope I was so filled with emotions that I couldn’t contain myself. It was a letter from the man I met on the train thanking me again for talking to him and saving his life that day. Apparently he had some very hurtful personal problems that were so overwhelming he was planning to take his life that day. In his letter he went on to explain that he was a religious person and in desperation screamed out to god that if god really cared about him he would send someone to prevent him from taking his life. In his eyes I was that someone, that Angel sent by god.

Not being a religious person myself I don’t know what that “voice” was that made me take a chance and talk to a stranger but I do know that it made a difference in someone’s life that day. So the next time you feel prompted for no apparent reason to talk to a friend, relative, neighbor or even a complete stranger please remember my story, you just may make a difference in someone’s life when you listen to your inner voice.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 11, 2008, 11:31:42 AM
BE THANKFUL


Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire. If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don't know something, for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow. Be thankful for your limitations, because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge, because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons. Be thankful when you're tired and weary, because it means you've made a difference.

It's easy to be thankful for the good things. A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also thankful for the setbacks. Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.Find a way to be thankful for your troubles, and they can become your blessings.

~~Author Unknown.~~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 12, 2008, 10:42:44 AM
Letter to Ruth

Ruth went to her mailbox and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter:

Dear Ruth:

I'm going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.

Love Always, Jesus

Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer." With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. "Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner," She reached for her purse and counted out its contents, five dollars and forty cents. "Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least."

She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. Ruth bought a loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk, leaving Ruth with a grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.

"Hey lady, can you help us, lady?" Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway.

It was a man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags. "Look lady," the man explained, "I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we'd really appreciate it."

Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to.

"Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him,"

"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."

The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, then turned and headed back into the alley. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart, "Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest." She handed the man her grocery bag.

"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!" "Yes, thank you!" said the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering. "You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders.

Then smiling, Ruth turned and walked back to the street, without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest. "Thank you lady! Thank you very much!" the grateful husband said.

Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox.

"That's odd," she thought, "the mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day."

She took the envelope out of the box and opened it:

Dear Ruth,

It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely meal. And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.

Love Always Jesus

The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: David_james on November 12, 2008, 11:35:06 AM
Matthew 25:35-40

 35 For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home.

 36 I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’

 37 “Then these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink?

 38 Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing?

 39 When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’

 40 “And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters,[f] you were doing it to me!’


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 13, 2008, 09:19:07 AM
Matthew 25:35-40

 35 For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home.

 36 I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’

 37 “Then these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink?

 38 Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing?

 39 When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’

 40 “And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters,[f] you were doing it to me!’

These are beautiful verses Brother that definately apply and what I thought about as I read the story below.  Thank you for posting them!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 13, 2008, 09:20:30 AM
No Left Turns

This is a wonderful piece by Michael Gartner, editor of newspapers large and small and president of NBC News. In 1997, he won the Pulitzer Prize foreditorial writing. Well worth reading. And a few good laughs are guaranteed.

My father never drove a car. Well, that's not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car. He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 yearsold, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet.

"In those days," he told me when he was in his 90s, "to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it."

At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in: "Oh, bull----!" she said. "He hit a horse."

"Well," my father said, "there was that, too."

So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car. The neighbors all had cars -- the Kollingses next door had a green 1941 Dodge, the  VanLaninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth , the Hopsons two doors down a black 1941 Ford -- but we had none.

My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines , would take the streetcar to work and, often as not, walk the 3 miles home. If he took the streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the three blocks to the streetcar stop,meet him and walk home together.

My brother, David, was born in 1935, and I was born in 1938, and sometimes, at dinner, we'd ask how come all the neighbors had cars but we had none."No one in the family drives," my mother would explain, and that was that. But, sometimes, my father would say, "But as soon as one of you boys turns 16, we'll get one."

It was as if he wasn't sure which one of us would turn 16 first.

But, sure enough, my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951 my parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the parts department at a Chevy dealership downtown. It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts, loaded with everything, and, since my parents didn't drive, it more or less became my brother's car.

Having a car but not being able to drive didn't bother my father, but it didn't make sense to my mother. So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach her to drive. She learned in a nearby cemetery, theplace where I learned to drive the following year and where, and a generation later, I took my two sons to practice driving.

The cemetery probably was my father's idea.

"Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?" I remember him saying once.

For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of direction, but he loaded up on maps -- though they seldom left the city limits -- and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work.

Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement that didn't seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of marriage. (Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love the entire time.)

He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next 20 years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St. Augustin's Church. She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would wait in the back until he saw which of the parish's two priests was on duty that morning.

If it was the pastor, my father then would go out and take a 2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the service and walking her home. If it wasthe assistant pastor, he'd take just a 1-mile walk and then head back to the church. He called the priests "Father Fast" and "Father Slow."

After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along. If she were going to the beauty parlor, he'd sit in the car and read, or go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio.

In the evening, then, when I'd stop by, he'd explain: "The Cubs lost again.  The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored."

If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry the bags out -- and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream.

As I said, he was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she was 88 and still driving, he said to me, "Do you want to know the secret of a long life?

"I guess so," I said, knowing it probably would be something bizarre.

"No left turns," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"No left turns," he repeated. "Several years ago, your mother and I read an article that said most accidents that old people are in happen when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic. As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your depth perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again to make a left turn."

"What?" I said again.

"No left turns," he said. "Think about it. Three rights are the same as a left, and that's a lot safer. So we always make three rights."

"You're kidding!" I said, and I turned to my mother for support.

"No," she said, "your father is right. We make three rights. It works." But then she added: "Except when your father loses count."

I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I started laughing. "Loses count?" I asked. "Yes," my father admitted, "that sometimes happens. But it's not a problem. You just make seven rights, and you're okay again."

I couldn't resist. "Do you ever go for 11?" I asked.

"No," he said. "If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call it a bad day. Besides, nothing in life is so important it can't be put off another day or another week."

My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me her car keys and said she had decided to quit driving. That was in 1999, when she was 90. She lived four more years, until 2003. My father died the next year, at 102. They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and bought a few years later for $3,000. (Sixty years later, my brother and I paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom -- the house had never had one. My father would have died then and there if he knew the shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the house.)

He continued to walk daily -- he had me get him a treadmill when he was 101 because he was afraid he'd fall on the icy sidewalks but wanted to keep exercising -- and he was of sound mind and sound body until the moment he died.

One September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I had to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all three of us thathe was wearing out, though we had the usual wide-ranging conversation about politics and newspapers and things in the news. A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, "You know, Mike, the first hundred years are a lot easier than
the second hundred." At one point in our drive that Saturday, he said, "You know, I'm probably not going to live much longer."

"You're probably right," I said.

"Why would you say that?" He countered, somewhat irritated.

"Because you're 102 years old," I said.

"Yes," he said, "you're right." He stayed in bed all the next day.

That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with him through the night. He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing us look gloomy, he said: "I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead yet."

An hour or so later, he spoke his last words:

"I want you to know," he said, clearly and lucidly, "that I am in no pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as anyone on this earth could ever have." A short time later, he died.

I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I've wondered now and then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived so long.

I can't figure out if it was because he walked through life or because he quit taking left turns.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 14, 2008, 11:11:48 AM
Someday

A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package: "This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package." He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box. "She got this the first time we went to New York , 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on, was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is it.

He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothing he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died. He turned to me and said: "Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion".

I still think those words changed my life. Now I read more and clean less. I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.I spend more time with my family, and less at work.

I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day. I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it. I don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to.

The words "Someday..." and "One Day..." are fading away from my dictionary. If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now. I don't know what my friend's wife would have done if she knew she wouldn't be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends. She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I'd like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favorite food.

It's these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come.I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet, letters... that I wanted to write "One of these days". I would regret and feel sad, because I didn't say to my brother and sisters, son and daughters, not times enough at least, how much I love them.

Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter and joy into our lives.. And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day.. Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.

Remember that one day is far away....or might never come.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 15, 2008, 12:18:26 PM
Taking This Day

"I would like to speak today about "taking this day". This day is given to each of you by God, and to do with what you will. It is your very own decision as to whether it will be a good day or bad. And it can truly become a source of self-fulfillment for you, when you reach the end of the day, and you can look back and see that you have accomplished something worthwhile.

"That positive 'something' then becomes a reality in your life and in your own mind. Make this a day of relaxation, or of physical work. It makes little difference to anyone else but you in this life. Try something today that takes patience, and becomes an exercise of discovering something new that will become new knowledge.

"The Creator has given you the power to do whatever pleases you, and will make you feel good on any given day. Above all, try to take a little time to praise God, and to think about the spiritualnature of yourself. Only you can make a difference in this, your day.

"If you can go about in a positive manner, God can greatly assist you in doing His will. Many times His will is simply no more than His experiencing the happiness and joy of His children. He depends on you to make a pleasant experience out of what could well be a negative mindset.

"We all need hugs and love coming from others to assure us that we are indeed lovable. First and foremost take care of yourself, and meet your own needs. Lift your voice in praise of the Father, instead of showing concern for gossip or judgment of your brothers and sisters.

"Make up your mind early in the day that you will enjoy it as a pleasant one, and do whatever you might do to bring some happiness and joy to others. The Master walks with you as your companion, so you are never alone, and you are always appreciated for your good efforts. Having such a Companion as He, how could you ever perceive yourself to be downtrodden, hopeless or depressed?

"Stand tall, straighten your shoulders, and hold your head high for God provides for you, and He enriches your life. We hope that your choice of what today will bring is the choice of happiness, clarity, and a day fulfilled with the grace of God.

"Take this day. Have a great day."



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 16, 2008, 12:16:21 PM
Grandparents

Grandmas are moms with lots of frosting. ~Author Unknown

Being a grandparent is fun and easy. After all, it's only a part-time job. ~Author Unknown

What a bargain grandchildren are! I give them my loose change, and they give me a million dollars' worth of pleasure. ~Gene Perret

Grandmothers are just "antique" little girls. ~Author Unknown

Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild. ~Welsh Proverb

A grandmother is a babysitter who watches the kids instead of the television. ~Author Unknown

Never have children, only grandchildren. ~Gore Vidal

I always give my grandkids a couple of quarters when they go home. It's a bargain. ~Gene Perret

Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just a mother, the next you are all-wise and prehistoric. ~Pam Brown

Being grandparents sufficiently removes us from the responsibilities so that we can be friends. ~Allan Frome

Grandchildren don't stay young forever, which is good because Grandpa's have only so many horsey rides in them. ~Gene Perret

When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window. ~Ogden Nash

Grandma always made you feel she had been waiting to see just you all day and now the day was complete. ~Marcy DeMaree

Grandmas never run out of hugs or cookies. ~Author Unknown

Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our hearts forever. ~Author Unknown

If I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren, I'd have had them first. ~Lois Wyse

My grandkids believe I'm the oldest thing in the world. And after two or three hours with them, I believe it, too. ~Gene Perret

My grandmother is over eighty and still doesn't need glasses. She drinks right out of the bottle. ~Henry Youngman

If becoming a grandmother was only a matter of choice, I should advise every one of you straight away to become one. There is no fun for old people like it! ~Hannah Whithall Smith

It's such a grand thing to be a mother of a mother - that's why the world calls her grandmother. ~Author Unknown

Grandchildren are God's way of compensating us for growing old. ~Mary H. Waldrip

You do not really understand something unless you can explain it to your grandmother. ~Proverb

An hour with your grandchildren can make you feel young again. Anything longer than that, and you start to age quickly. ~Gene Perret

If nothing is going well, call your grandmother. ~Italian Proverb

I don't intentionally spoil my grandkids. It's just that correcting them often takes more energy than I have left. ~Gene Perret

The best baby-sitters, of course, are the baby's grandparents. You feel completely comfortable entrusting your baby to them for long periods, which is why most grandparents flee to Florida. ~Dave Barry

I wish I had the energy that my grandchildren have - if only for self-defense. ~Gene Perret

Grandmother-grandchild relationships are simple. Grandmas are short on criticism and long on love. ~Author Unknown

Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children. ~Alex Haley

Grandmother - a wonderful mother with lots of practice. ~Author Unknown

On the seventh day God rested. His grandchildren must have been out of town. ~Gene Perret

A grandparent is old on the outside but young on the inside. ~Author Unknown

One of the most powerful handclasps is that of a new grandbaby around the finger of a grandfather. ~Joy Hargrove

It's amazing how grandparents seem so young once you become one. ~Author Unknown

If your baby is "beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses, sleeps on schedule and burps on demand, an angel all the time," you're the grandma. ~Teresa Bloomingdale

Grandchildren don't make a man feel old; it's the knowledge that he's married to a grandmother. ~G. Norman Collie

Grandparents are similar to a piece of string - handy to have around and easily wrapped around the fingers of their grandchildren. ~Author Unknown

What is it about grandparents that is so lovely? I'd like to say that grandparents are God's gifts to children. And if they can but see, hear and feel what these people have to give, they can mature at a fast rate. ~Bill Cosby

A grandmother pretends she doesn't know who you are on Halloween. ~Erma Bombeck

My granddaughter came to spend a few weeks with me, and I decided to teach her to sew. After I had gone through a lengthy explanation of how to thread the machine, she stepped back, put her hands on her hips, and said in disbelief, "You mean you can do all that, but you can't play my Game Boy?" ~Author Unknown

Grandchildren: the only people who can get more out of you than the IRS. ~Gene Perret


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 17, 2008, 10:52:43 AM
Crabbit Old Woman


What do you see, what do you see?
Are you thinking, when you look at me~
A crabbit old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice,
I do wish you'd try.
Who seems not to notice the things that you do
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.
Who, unresisting or not, lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding the long day is fill.
Is that what you're thinking,
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes,
nurse, you're looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still!
As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who loved one another~
A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet,
A bride soon at 20~ my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At 25 now I have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure happy home;
A woman of 30, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At 40, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
At 50 once more babies play around my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love that I've known;
I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel~
‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart,
But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells,
I remember the joy, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years all too few~ gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last~
So open your eyes, nurse, open and see,
Not a crabbit old woman, look closer~
See Me.

~Author Unknown~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 18, 2008, 10:47:50 AM
Dear Patrick

Dear Patrick,

When I was a little girl, I was an only child who had everything I could ever want. But I would get lonely once in a while so when Mom told me that she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. I imagined how wonderful you would be and how we'd always be together and how much you would look like me. So, when you were born, I looked at your tiny hands and feet and marveled at how beautiful you were. We took you home and I showed you proudly to my friends.
 
When you were five months old, some things began to bother Mom. You seemed so unmoving and numb, and your cry sounded odd -- almost like a kitten's. So we brought you to many doctors. They said you have the "cry du chat" (pronounced kree-do-sha) syndrome, 'cry of the cat' in French. When I asked what that meant, he looked at me with pity and softly said, "Your brother will never walk nor talk. He is severally disabled.” Mom was shocked and I was furious. I thought it was unfair.
 
When we went home, Mom took you in her arms and cried. I looked at you and realized that word will get around that you're not normal. So to hold on to my popularity, I did the unthinkable ... I disowned you.

Mom and Dad didn't know but I forced myself not to love you as you grew. Mom and Dad showered you with love and attention and that made me bitter. And as the years passed, that bitterness turned to anger, and then hate.
 
Mom never gave up on you. She knew she had to do it for your sake. Every time she put your toys down, you'd roll instead of crawl. I watched her heart break every time she took away your toys and strapped your tummy with foam so you couldn't roll. You'd struggle and you'd cry in that pitiful way, the cry of the kitten. But she still didn't give up. And then one day, you defied what all your doctors said -- you crawled!
 
When Mom saw this, she knew that you would eventually walk. So when you were still crawling at age four, she'd put you on the grass with only your diapers on knowing that you hate the feel of the grass your skin. You would crawl to the sidewalk and Mom would put you back. Again and again, Mom repeated this on the lawn. Until one day, Mom saw you pull yourself up and toddle off the grass as fast as your little legs could carry you. Laughing and crying, she shouted for Dad and I to come. Dad hugged you crying openly. I watched from my bedroom window this heartbreaking scene.
 
Over the years, Mom taught you to speak, read and write. From then on, I would sometimes see you walk outside, smell the flowers, marvel at the birds, or just smile at no one. I began to see the beauty of the world around me, the simplicity of life and the wonders of this world, through your eyes. It was then that I realized that you were my brother and no matter how much I tried to hate you, I couldn't, because I had grown to love you.
 
During the next few years, we again became acquainted with each other. I would buy you toys and give you all the love that a sister could ever give to her brother. And you would reward me by smiling and hugging me.

From then on, you were my source of inspiration. You showed me how to love life and live life to the fullest. With your simplicity and honesty, you showed me a world full of love and caring. And you made me realize that the most important thing in this life is to continue loving without asking why or how and without setting any limit.

Thank you, my little brother, for all these wonderful gifts.
 
Your loving sister,
Sarah

-Author Unknown


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 19, 2008, 11:23:29 AM
Above You

If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.

The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkably nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.

A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.

In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. They are struggling about with all their problems and frustrations, not ever realizing that the answer is right there "Above" them.

~ Author Unknown ~



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 20, 2008, 10:42:03 AM
A Cowboy in Church

One Sunday morning the congregation of a ritzy church (with vaulted ceilings, hand-carved oak pews, stained-glass windows and deep plush carpet) had a stir.

A man came in just minutes before the service was to begin and he was dressed horribly. He had on boots, overalls, a flannel shirt, and a cowboy hat.

The congregation was aghast! Many quickly sent notes to the minister about this concern. At the end of the service, the minister greeted the humbly dressed man and asked him if he enjoyed the service.

The man exclaimed that he enjoyed it very much. The minister asked the man to consider possibly dressing differently, and told him to pray to Jesus about how he would have him dress if he should return again.

The next week the man returned. He was dressed the same and once again the congregation was disturbed. At the end of the service, the minister greeted the man again and asked him what he had been told by Jesus concerning how to dress for church.

The man exclaimed, "I spoke with Jesus about this, but Jesus said He didn't know how I should dress for this church because He has never been here."


~ Author Unknown ~



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I don't know how all of you feel and it really doesn't matter, but I will share my 3 criteria for a church that I will attend...

1. The pastor must be "real".  By that I mean he admits his own faults and failings.
2. The pastor will not insist that he be believed but will tell me to look it up for myself.
3. That I be allowed to "come as I am"... in my blue jeans!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 21, 2008, 10:17:47 AM
Angels in the Alley


Diane,a young Christian university student, was home for the summer. She had gone to visit some friends one evening and the time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than she had planned and had to walk home alone. But she wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a shortcut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the paper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley, just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.

When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery, and asked if there was anything they could do for her, she asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."

Moral of the story? Don't underestimate the power of "Prayer"!

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 22, 2008, 10:40:24 AM
A Love Story

One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise. Ah, the beauty of God's creation is beyond description. As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work. As I sat there, I felt the Lord's presence with me.

He asked me,


"Do you love me?"


I answered, "Of course, God! You are my Lord and Saviour!"

Then He asked,


"If you were physically handicapped, would you still love me?"


I was perplexed. I looked down upon my arms, legs and the rest of my body and wondered how many things I wouldn't be able to do, the things that I took for granted. And I answered, "It would be tough, Lord, but I would still love You."

Then the Lord said,


"If you were blind, would you still love my creation?"


How could I love something without being able to see it? Then I thought of all the blind people in the world and how many of them still loved God and His creation. So I answered, "It's hard to think of it, but I would still love you."

The Lord then asked me,


"If you were deaf, would you still listen to My Word?"


How could I listen to anything being deaf? Then I understood. Listening to God's Word is not merely using our ears, but our hearts. I answered, "It would be tough, but I would still listen to Your Word."

The Lord then asked,


"If you were mute, would you still praise My Name?"


How could I praise without a voice? Then it occurred to me: God wants us to sing from our very heart and soul. It never matters what we sound like. And praising God is not always with a song, but when we are persecuted, we give God praise with our words of thanks. So I answered, "Though I could not physically sing, I would still praise Your Name."

And the Lord asked,


"Do you really love Me?"


With courage and a strong conviction, I answered boldly, "Yes Lord! I love You because You are the one and true God!"

I thought I had answered well, but...

God asked,


"Then Why Do You Sin?"


I answered, "Because I am only human. I am not perfect."


"Then why in times of peace do you stray the furthest?
Why only in times of trouble do you pray in earnest?"


No answers. Only tears.

The Lord continued:


"Why only sing at fellowships and retreats?
Why seek Me only in times of worship?
Why ask things so selfishly?
Why ask things so unfaithfully?"


The tears continued to roll down my cheeks.


"Why are you ashamed of Me?

Why are you not spreading the Good News?
Why in times of persecution do you cry to others
when offered My shoulder to cry on?
Why make excuses
when I give you opportunities to serve in My Name?"


I tried to answer, but there was no answer to give.


"You are blessed with life.
I made you not to throw this gift away.
I have blessed you with talents to serve Me,
but you continue to turn away.
I have revealed My Word to you,
but you do not gain in knowledge.
I have spoken to you but your ears were closed.
I have shown My blessings to you,
but your eyes were turned away.
I have sent you servants,
but you sat idly by as they were pushed away.
I have heard your prayers and I have answered them all.

Do You Truly Love Me?"



I could not answer. How could I? I was embarrassed beyond belief. I had no excuse. What could I say to this? When my heart had cried out and the tears had flowed, I said, "Please forgive me, Lord. I am unworthy to be Your child."

The Lord answered,


"That is My Grace, My Child."


I asked, "Then why do you continue to forgive me? Why do You love me so?"

The Lord answered,


"Because you are My Creation.
You are my Child.
I will never abandon you.

When you cry, I will have compassion and cry with you.
When you shout with joy, I will laugh with you.
When you are down, I will encourage you.
When you fall, I will raise you up.
When you are tired, I will carry you.
I will be with you till the end of days,
and I will love you forever."



Never had I cried so hard before. How could I have been so cold? How could I have hurt God as I had done? I asked God, "How much do You love me?"

The Lord stretched out His arms, and I saw His nail-pierced hands.

I bowed down at the feet of Christ, my Saviour. And for the first time, I truly prayed.


~Unknown~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 23, 2008, 11:06:43 AM
Arnold Palmer

A sports writer was invited for dinner at the residence of golfing legend Arnold Palmer. He arrived a bit early and Mrs. Palmer met him, invited him in, and said her husband would be down in a moment.

The writer asked if, while he was waiting, he could see Palmer's trophy room. She replied, "Oh, we don't have such a room." That night, the writer asked the golf pro why he didn't have all his trophies on display -- over 90 tour victories, a number of them major tournaments.

Palmer looked the columnist right in the eye and replied, "For what? That's yesterday's news!"

Then he explained: "I have enjoyed every victory and cherished the memories. I have celebrated those tournaments. But come Monday morning of the next week, I'm no different from the man who missed the cut last week. In fact, he is probably more hungry for a victory than I. So if I am to be competitively ready, I must get my thoughts off yesterday and deal with today. There will be a day when I can take the time to look back. But as long as I want to stay competitive, I must never stop and marvel at what I have accomplished, only look forward to my next challenge at hand."


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 24, 2008, 12:24:14 PM
The Grandma Test


I was out walking with my 4-year-old granddaughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.

'Why?' my Granddaughter asked. 'Because it's been on the ground; you don't know where it's been, it's dirty, and probably has germs,' I replied.   At this point, my granddaughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, 'Grandma, how do you know all this stuff? You are so smart.' I was thinking quickly. 'All Grandmas know this stuff.  It's on the Grandma Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Grandma.'  We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information. 'Oh.....I get it!' she beamed, 'So if you don't pass the test you have to be the Grandpa'. 
'Exactly,' I replied with a big smile on my face.

unknown


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 25, 2008, 12:04:27 PM
A Quarter

Several years ago a preacher moved to Houston, Texas. Some weeks after he arrived, he had occasion to ride the bus from his home to the downtown area. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a quarter too much change. As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, "You better give the quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it." Then he thought, "Oh, forget it, it's only a quarter. Who would worry about this little amount? Anyway the bus company already gets too much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as a gift from the Lord and keep quiet."

When his stop came, he paused momentarily at the door, then he handed the quarter to the driver and said, "Here, you gave me too much change".

The driver with a smile, replied, "Aren't you the new preacher in town? I have been thinking lately about going to worship somewhere. I just wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change."

When my friend stepped off the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest light pole, and held on, and said, "Oh, Lord, I almost sold your Son for a quarter."

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 26, 2008, 12:31:39 PM
WORRY

Is there a magic cut off period when
offspring become accountable for their own
actions?  Is there a wonderful moment when
parents can become detached spectators in
the lives of their children and shrug, 'It's
their life,' and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital
corridor waiting for doctors to put a few
stitches in my daughter's head.  I asked, 'When do
you stop worrying?'  The nurse said,
'When they get out of the accident stage'.  My
Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little
chair in a classroom and heard how one of my
children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,
and was headed for a career making
license plates.  As if to read my mind, a teacher
said, 'Don't worry, they all go through
this stage and then you can sit back, relax and
enjoy them.'  My dad just smiled
faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime,
waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come
home, the front door to open.  A friend said,
'They're trying to find themselves.  Don't worry.
In a few years, you can stop worrying.  They'll be
adults'.  My dad just smiled faintly
and said nothing.

By the time I was 50 , I was sick & tired of being
vulnerable.  I was still worrying over my
children, but there was a new wrinkle.  There
was nothing I could do about it.  My
dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.  I
continued to anguish over their failures, be
tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in
their disappointments.

My friends said that when my kids got married I
could stop worrying and lead my own
life.  I wanted to believe that, but I was
haunted by my dad's warm smile and his
occasional,  'You look pale.  Are you all right?
Call me the minute you get home.  Are
you depressed about something'?

Can it be that parents are sentenced to a
lifetime of worry?  Is concern for one another
handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of
human frailties and the fears of the
unknown?  Is concern a curse or is it a virtue
that elevates us to the highest form of life?

One of my children became quite irritable
recently, saying to me, 'Where were you?  I've been
calling for 3 days, and no one answered.  I was worried'.

I smiled a warm smile.



Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 27, 2008, 02:54:34 PM
A Thanksgiving Poem

When I was a young turkey, new to the coop,
My big brother Mike took me out on the stoop,
He sat me down, and he spoke real slow,
And he told me there was something that I just had to know;
His look and his tone I will always remember,
When he told me the horror of..............Black November;
"Come about August, now listen to me,
Each day you'll get six meals instead of just three.
"And soon you'll be thick, where once you were thin,
and you'll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin;
"And then one morning, when you're warm in your bed,
In'll burst the farmer's wife, and hack off your head;
"Then she'll pluck out all your feathers so you're bald 'n pink,
And scoop out all your insides and leave ya lyin' in the sink;
"And then comes the worst part" Mike said not bluffing,
"She'll spread your cheeks and pack your rear with stuffing."
Well, the rest of words were too grim to repeat,
I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat,
I decided on the spot that to avoid being cooked,
I'd have to lay low and remain overlooked;
I began a new diet of nuts and granola,
High roughage salads, juice and diet cola;
I watched as they ate pastries, chocolates and crepes,
I stayed in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes;
I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half,
And tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed;
But 'twas I who was laughing, under my breath,
As they champed and they chewed, ever closer to death;
And sure enough when Black November rolled around,
I was the last turkey left in the entire compound;
So now I'm a pet in the farmer's wife's lap;
I haven't a worry, so I eat and I nap;
She held me today, while sewing and humming,
And smiled at me and said "Christmas is coming........"


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on November 28, 2008, 01:21:00 PM
ASAP

Ever wonder about the abbreviation ASAP?

Generally we think of it in terms of even more hurry and stress in our lives. Maybe if we think of this abbreviation in a different manner, we will begin to find a new way to deal with those rough days along the way.



There's work to do,
deadlines to meet;
you've got no time to spare,
But as you hurry and scurry
ASAP - Always Say A Prayer

In the midst of family chaos,
Quality time is rare.
Do your best;
Let God do the rest
ASAP - Always Say A Prayer

It may seem like your worries
are more than you can bear.
Slow down and take a breather
ASAP - Always Say A Prayer

God knows how stressful life is;
He wants to ease our cares,
And He'll respond to all your needs
ASAP - Always Say A Prayer

~ Author Unknown ~



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 07, 2008, 09:54:32 AM
A Subtle Reminder


1. "Let's Meet At My House Sabbath Before the Game" - God

2. "C'mon Over And Bring The Kids" - God

3. "What Part of "Thou Shalt Not..." Didn't You Understand?" - God

4. "We Need To Talk" - God

5. "Keep Using My Name in Vain And I'll Make Rush Hour Longer" - God

6. "Loved The Wedding, Invite Me To The Marriage" - God

7. "That "Love Thy Neighbor" Thing, I Meant It." - God

8. "I Love You...I Love You...I Love You..." - God

9. "Will The Road You're On Get You To My Place?" - God

10. "Follow Me." - God

11. "Big Bang Theory, You've Got To Be Kidding." - God

12. "My Way Is The Highway." - God

13. "Need Directions?" - God

14. "You Think It's Hot Here?" - God

15. "Tell The Kids I Love Them." - God

16. "Need a Marriage Counselor? I'm Available." - God

17. "Have You Read My #1 Best Seller? There Will Be A Test." - God

Get the Message?


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 08, 2008, 03:01:38 PM
A Trip to Guilt City

I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it. I'm talking about my annual "Guilt Trip."

I got tickets to fly there on Wish I Had airlines. It was an extremely short flight. I got my baggage, which I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was weighted down with a thousand memories of what might have been.

No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City International Airport. I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town.

As I checked into the Last Resort Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year's most important event, the Annual Pity Party. I wasn't going to miss that great social occasion. Many of the towns leading citizens would be there.

First, there would be the Done family, you know, Should Have, Would Have and Could Have. Then came the I Had family. You probably know ol' Wish and his clan. Of course, the Opportunities would be present, Missed and Lost. The biggest family would be the Yesterdays. There are far too many of them to count, but each one would have a very sad story to share. Then Shattered Dreams would surely make an appearance. And It's Their Fault would regale us with stories (excuses) about how things had failed in his life, and each story would be loudly applauded by Don't Blame Me and I Couldn't Help It.

Well, to make a long story short, I went to this depressing party knowing that there would be no real benefit in doing so. And, as usual, I became very depressed. But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought back from the past, it occurred to me that all of this trip and subsequent "pity party" could be canceled by ME!

I started to truly realize that I did not have to be there. I didn't have to be depressed. One thing kept going through my mind, I CAN'T CHANGE YESTERDAY, BUT I DO HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE TODAY A WONDERFUL DAY. I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as encouraging.

Knowing this, I left the City of Regret immediately and left no forwarding address. Am I sorry for mistakes I've made in the past? YES! But there is no physical way to undo them. So, if you're planning a trip back to the City of Regret, please cancel all your reservations now.

Instead, take a trip to a place called Starting Again. I liked it so much that I have now taken up permanent residence there. My neighbors, the I Forgive Myselfs and the New Starts are so very helpful.

By the way, you don't have to carry around heavy baggage, because the load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival. God bless you in finding this great town.

If you can find it -- it's in your own heart -- please look me up. I live on I Can Do It Street.

~ Author Unknown ~



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 13, 2008, 12:47:01 PM
Beginning Today

Beginning today, I will no longer worry about yesterday.
It is in the past and the past will never change.
Only I can change by choosing to do so.

Beginning today, I will no longer worry about tomorrow.
Tomorrow will always be there, waiting for me to make the most
of it.
But I cannot make the most of tomorrow without first making the most of today.

Beginning today, I will look in the mirror and I will see a person worthy of my respect and admiration.
This capable person looking back at me is someone I enjoy spending time with and someone I would like to get to know better.

Beginning today, I will cherish each moment of my life.
I value this gift bestowed upon me in this world and I will unselfishly share this gift with others.
I will use this gift to enhance the lives of others.

Beginning today, I will take a moment to step off the beaten path and to revel in the mysteries I encounter.
I will face challenges with courage and determination.
I will overcome what barriers there may be which hinder my quest for growth and self-improvement.

Beginning today, I will take life one day at a time, one step at a time.
Discouragement will not be allowed to taint my positive self-image, my desire to succeed or my capacity to love.

Beginning today, I walk with renewed faith in human kindness.
Regardless of what has gone before, I believe there is hope for a brighter and better future.

Beginning today, I will open my mind and my heart.
I will welcome new experiences. I will meet new people.
I will not expect perfection from myself nor anyone else: perfection does not exist in an imperfect world.
But I will applaud the attempt to overcome human foibles.

Beginning today, I am responsible for my own happiness and I will do things that make me happy . . .
admire the beautiful wonders of nature, listen to my favorite music, pet a kitten or a puppy, soak in a bubble bath . . .
Pleasure can be found in the most simple of gestures.

Beginning today, I will learn something new; I will try something different; I will savor all the various flavors life has to offer.
I will change what I can and the rest I will let go.
I will strive to become the best me I can possibly be.

Beginning today. And every day.


~ Source Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 14, 2008, 01:07:52 PM
Blindly Go


The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she's settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.

It had been a year since Susan, thirty-four, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. Once a fiercely independent woman, Susan now felt condemned by this terrible twist of fate to become a powerless, helpless burden on everyone around her.

"How could this have happened to me?" she would plead, her heart knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth, her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. Just getting through each day was an exercise in frustration and exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was her husband Mark.

Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all of his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again. Mark's military background had trained him well to deal with sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever face.

Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working -- it was hectic, and costly. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react?

Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me." Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it.

And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. He made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when she would trip exiting the bus, or drop her briefcase.

Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his office. Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own. He believed in her, in the Susan he used to know before she'd lost her sight, who wasn't afraid of any challenge and who would never, ever quit.

Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday ... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself!

On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure envy you."

Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?"

The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and asked again, "What do you mean?" The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady."

Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was blessed, so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe -- the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness.

God watches over us in just the same way. We may not know He is present. We may not be able to see His face, but He is there nonetheless! Be blessed in this thought: "God Loves You - even when you are not looking."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 15, 2008, 12:50:36 PM
On Aging

I  would never trade my amazing friends, my  wonderful life, my loving family for less gray  hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've  become kinder to myself, and less critical of  myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide  myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not  making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so  avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a  treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I  have seen too many dear friends leave this world  too soon; before they understood the great  freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on  the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with  myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60  &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to  weep over a lost love ... I  will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is  stretched over a bulging body, and will dive  into the waves with abandon if I choose to,  despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They,  too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is  just as well forgotten. And I eventually  remember the important  things.

Sure,  over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers,
or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But  broken hearts are what give us strength and  understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being  imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful  laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my  face.
So many have never laughed, and so many  have died before their
hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your  question, I like being old. It has set me free.  I like the person I have become. I am not going  to live forever,
but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have  been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel  like it). 


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 16, 2008, 11:47:51 AM
Coming Clean

A man from New York City vacationed several times up in the State of Maine. He liked it it so well up there that he sold out in New York and bought a home in Maine to live there for the rest of his life. He liked the honest lifestyle and the clean air etc.

His neighbor he noticed raised rabbits for a living. The man had several dozen hutches full of rabbits.

One day shortly after the move to the new home the former New Yorker looked out his window in time to his dog carrying a rabbit in its mouth. Horrified, he ran out to save the rabbit, only to find it was too late. Mortified and embarrassed, he went to the neighbor with the dead bunny. The neighbor was very nice about the incident and told him not worry about it.

Sometime later the rabbit man needed to go on a visit to see his son in a distant state for two weeks. The New Yorker, hearing about this, thought he could redeem himself, and volunteered to clean and feed and water the rabbits for the man.

The two weeks went without incident until about an hour before the neighbor was to return home. The dog again was trotting across the yard with a rabbit in his mouth. The New Yorker ran out again to save the poor animal, but it was too late! The animal was dirty and beyond help.

This time, to save embarrassment, the New Yorker filled up his sink with hot water and put in some Woolite. The rabbit washed clean and the wife blow dried it with her electric blow dryer. The New Yorker quickly put the rabbit in a cage and went home.

About an hour later he got a phone call from the rabbit man asking if he saw any thing unusual about the rabbits. The New Yorker acted mystified and said no. He went on to say that if anything happened, it happened after he fed the animals that morning.

"Funny thing," the rabbit man said. "I have a dead rabbit, and it looks just like the one I buried just before I left for my trip."

Moral of the story - don't cover up. Be assured that your sins will find you out! God bless


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 17, 2008, 11:28:44 AM
Does God dance ... on your potato chips?

Not too long ago I had "one of those days." I was feeling pressure from a writing deadline. I had company arriving in a couple days and the toilet was clogged. I went to the bank, and the trainee teller processing my deposit had to start over three times. I swung by the supermarket to pick up a few things and the lines were serpentine. By the time I got home, I was frazzled and sweaty and in a hurry to get something on the table for dinner.

Deciding on Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, I grabbed a can opener, cranked open the can, then remembered I had forgotten to buy milk at the store. Nix the soup idea. Setting the can aside, I went to plan B, which was leftover baked beans. I grabbed a Tupperware from the fridge, popped the seal, took a look and groaned. My husband isn't a picky eater, but even HE won't eat baked beans that look like caterpillars. Really frustrated now, I decided on a menu that promised to be as foolproof as it is nutrition-free: hot dogs and potato chips.

Retrieving a brand new bag of chips from the cupboard, I grabbed the cellophane and gave a hearty pull. The bag didn't open. I tried again. Nothing happened. I took a breath, doubled my muscle, and gave the bag a hearty wrestle. With a loud pop, the cellophane suddenly gave way, ripping wide from top to bottom. Chips flew sky high. I was left holding the bag, and it was empty. It was the final straw. I let out a blood curdling scream. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!"

My husband heard my unorthodox cry for help. Within minutes he was standing at the doorway to the kitchen, where he surveyed the damage: an opened can of soup, melting groceries, moldy baked beans, and one quivering wife standing ankle deep in potato chips. My husband did the most helpful thing he could think of at the moment. He took a flying leap, landing flat-footed in the pile of chips. And then he began to stomp and dance and twirl, grinding those chips into my linoleum in the process! I stared. I fumed. Pretty soon I was working to stifle a smile. Eventually I had to laugh. And finally I decided to join him. I, too, took a leap onto the chips. And then I danced.

Now I'll be the first to admit that my husband's response wasn't the one I was looking for. But the truth is, it was exactly what I needed. I didn't need a cleanup crew as much as I needed an attitude adjustment, and the laughter from that rather funky moment provided just that. So now I have a question for you, and it's simply this: Has God ever stomped on your chips?

I know that, in my life, there have been plenty of times when I've gotten myself into frustrating situations and I've cried out for help, all the while hoping God would show up with a celestial broom and clean up the mess I've made of things. What often happens instead is that God dances on my chips, answering my prayer in a completely different manner than I had expected, but in the manner that is best for me after all. Sometimes I can see right away that God's response was the best one after all. Sometimes I have to wait weeks or months before I begin to understand how and why God answered a particular prayer the way he did. There are even some situations that, years later, I'm still trying to understand. I figure God will fill me in sooner or later, either this side of Heaven or beyond.

Do I trust Him? Even when he's answering my prayers in a way that is completely different from my expectations? Even when he's dancing and stomping instead of sweeping and mopping? Can I embrace what He's offering?

Can I let His joy adjust my attitude? Am I going to stand on the sidelines and sulk, or am I willing to learn the steps of the dance he's dancin' with my needs in mind?

I'll be honest with you: Sometimes I sulk. Sometimes I dance. I'm working on doing more of the latter than the former. I guess the older I get the more I realize that He really does know what He's doing. He loves me and I can trust Him. Even when the chips are down.

~ Author Unknown ~

 
 
 
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 18, 2008, 10:48:43 AM
Don't Look Back

As you travel through life there are always those times
when decisions just have to be made,
when the choices are hard and solutions seem scarce
and the rain seems to soak your parade!

There are some situations where all you can do
is to simply let go and move on,
gather courage together and choose a direction
that carries you toward a new dawn.

So pack up your troubles and take a step forward.
The process of change can be tough.
But think about all the excitement ahead,
if you can be stalwart enough!

There could be adventures you never imagined
just waiting around the next bend
and wishes and dreams just about to come true
in ways you can't yet comprehend!

Perhaps you'll find friendships that spring from new interests,
as you challenge your status quo
and learn there are so many options in life,
and so many ways you can grow!

Perhaps you'll go places you never expected
and see things that you've never seen,
or travel to fabulous, faraway worlds
and wonderful spots in between!

Perhaps you'll find warmth, affection and caring,
a "somebody special" who's there
to help you stay centered and listen with interest
to stories and feelings you share.

Perhaps you'll find comfort in knowing your friends
are supportive of all that you do
and believe that whatever decisions you make,
they'll be the right choices for you!

So keep putting one foot in front of the other
and taking your life day by day.
There's a brighter tomorrow that's just down the road.
Don't look back, you're not going that way!

~Author Unknown~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 19, 2008, 11:45:35 AM
From Innocent Lips

He was just a little lad,

and on the week's last day.

He was wandering home from Sabbath School,

and dawdling on the way.

He scuffed his shoes into the grass;

he found a caterpillar;

He found a fluffy milkweed pod,

and blew out all the "filler."

A bird's nest in a tree o'er head

so wisely placed on high,

Was just another wonder

that caught his eager eye.

A neighbor watched his zigzag course,

and hailed him from the lawn;

Asked him where he'd been that day,

and what was going on.

"I've been to Bible school," he said,

and turned a piece of sod.

He picked up a wiggly worm and said,

"I've learned a lot of God."

"M'm a very fine way," the neighbor said,

"for a boy to spend his time."

If you'll tell me where God is,

I'll give you a brand new dime."

Quick as a flash his answer came!

Nor were his accents faint.

"I'll give you a dollar, Mister,

if you'll tell me where God ain't!"


~ Source Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 20, 2008, 11:11:04 AM
DRIVE SAFELY

Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?

When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.

Bob? Bob from church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket.

A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.

Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.

"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."

"Hello, Jack." No smile.

"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."

"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good. "I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit - just this once." Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct." Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.

"What'd you clock me at?"

"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"

"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.

"Please, Jack, in the car."

Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window. The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.

Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?

Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand. Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.

"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.

Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?

Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket.

Jack began to read:

"Dear Jack,

Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it -- a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters. All three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."

"Bob"

Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he, too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.

Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an important message; please pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars are not the only things recalled by their Maker.

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 21, 2008, 10:30:45 AM
Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

Most of what I really need to know about how to live and what to do, and how to be, I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandbox at nursery school.

These are the things I learned:

Share everything.

Play fair.

Don't hit people.

Put things back where you found them.

Clean up your own mess.

Don't take things that aren't yours.

Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.

Wash your hands before you eat.

Flush.

Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.

Live a balanced life.

Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.

Take a nap every afternoon.

When you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands and stick together.

Be aware of wonder.

Remember the little seed in the plastic cup? The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that. Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the plastic cup -- they all die. So do we.

And then remember the book about Dick and Jane and the first word you learned, the biggest word of all: look.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and sane living.

Think what a better world it would be if we all -- the whole world -- had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap. Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes. And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

~ Robert Fulghum ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 26, 2008, 11:34:23 AM
God Will Not Ask


God will not ask what kind of car you drove, but He will ask how many people you drove who did not have transportation.

God will not ask the square footage of your house, but He will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.

God will not ask about the clothes you had in your closet, but He will ask how many you helped to clothe.

God will not ask what your highest salary was, but He will ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.

God will not ask what your job title was, but He will ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.

God will not ask how many friends you had, but He will ask how many people to whom you were a friend.

God will not ask in what neighborhood you lived, but He will ask how you treated your neighbors.

God will not ask about the color of your skin, but He will ask about the content of your character.

God will not ask about your social status, but He will ask what kind of class you displayed.

God will not ask how many material possessions you had, but He will ask if they dictated your life.

God will not ask how much overtime you worked, but He will ask if your overtime work was for yourself or for your family.

God will not ask how many promotions you received, but He will ask how you promoted others.

God will not ask what you did to help yourself, but He will ask what you did to help others.

God will not ask what you did to protect your rights, but He will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.

God will not ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but He will ask how many times they did not.

God will not ask why it took you so long to seek salvation, but He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven.

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 27, 2008, 11:08:25 AM
Heart Of Stone


I was born with a heart of stone
The hardest of hearts was all I had known
Casting off emotions that welled within
Ignoring them completely with a casual grin
I would keep friends at a distance
Building solid walls in firm resistance
No one could penetrate my heart of stone
I had then found myself cold and alone

I worked on maintaining my wall every day
Sealing up the cracks with mortar and clay
Grounded deep and firm within my soul
With it there I had complete control
I was proud of the great shield I had built
It blinded me from any shame or guilt
Little did I know how lonely I would be
Frigid and dark my heart was within me

When I was most alone inside my heart
I began to crumble and slowly fall apart
My mortar seemed to run dry
No more patching, my wall began to die
The firm foundation started to erode
Brick by brick and load by load
The stone began to chip and break
It was then that life gave one last shake

The wall had fallen and broken to pieces
Then I felt one of the greatest releases
I had worked so hard to build this wall
The greatest release was to see it fall
When it fell, I learned a lesson so great
Life is not built on the things I create
Importance lies in the love that I share
To show everyone that I really do care

That moment I received something new
A heart of flesh and a crisp life view
My heart of stone had been replaced
This gave my soul a brand new taste
A soft heart ready to freely give love
A new spirit; a spirit given from above
Fresh excitement flows like a river
My thanks goes to the great gift Giver


Ezekiel 36:26 I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 28, 2008, 12:11:05 PM
HEART PRINTS

Whatever our hands touch
We leave fingerprints!
On walls, on furniture.
On doorknobs, dishes, books,
As we touch we leave our identity.

Oh please wherever I go today,
Help me leave heart prints!
Heart prints of compassion
Of understanding and love.
Heart prints of kindness
and genuine concern.

May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
Or a runaway daughter,
Or an anxious mother,
Or, perhaps, a dear friend!

I shall go out today
To leave heart prints,
And if someone should say
"I felt your touch,"
May that one sense be...
YOUR LOVE

Amen

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on December 29, 2008, 11:14:51 AM
He Is

He is the First and Last,
The Beginning and the End!
He is the keeper of Creation
And the Creator of all!
He is the Architect of the universe
And the Manager of all times.
He always was, He always is,
and He always will be...
Unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated,
And never Undone!
He was bruised and brought healing!
He was pierced and eased pain!
He was persecuted and brought freedom!
He was dead and brought life!
He is risen and brings power!
He reigns and brings Peace!
The world can't understand him, The armies can't defeat Him,
The schools can't explain Him, And the leaders can't ignore Him.
Herod couldn't kill Him, The Pharisees couldn't confuse Him,
And the people couldn't hold Him!
Nero couldn't crush Him, Hitler couldn't silence Him,
The New Age can't replace Him, And Donahue can't explain Him away!
He is light, love, longevity, and Lord.
He is Goodness, Kindness, Gentleness, and God.
He is Holy, Righteous, Mighty, Powerful, and Pure.
His ways are right, His word is eternal,
His will is unchanging, and His mind is on me.
He is my Redeemer, He is my Savior,
He is my guide, And He is my peace!
He is my Joy, He is my comfort,
He is my Lord, And He rules my life!
I serve Him because His bond is love, His burden is light,
And His goal for me is abundant life.
I follow Him because
He is the wisdom of the wise,
The power of the powerful, The ancient of days,
The ruler of rulers, The leader of leaders,
The overseer of the overcomers,
And the Sovereign Lord of all that was, and is, and is to come.
And if that seems impressive to you,

Try this for size:
His goal is a relationship with ME!
He will never leave me, Never forsake me,
Never mislead me, Never forget me, Never overlook me,
And never cancel my appointment in His appointment book!
When I fall, He lifts me up!
When I fail, He forgives!
When I am weak, He is strong!
When I am lost, He is the way!
When I am afraid, He is my courage!
When I stumble, He steadies me!
When I am hurt, He heals me!
When I am broken, He mends me!
When I am blind, He leads me!
When I am hungry, He feeds me!
When I face trials, He is with me!
When I face persecution, He shields me!
When I face problems, He comforts me!
When I face loss, He provides for me!
When I face Death, He carries me Home!
He is everything for everybody, everywhere,
Every time, and every way.
He is God, He is faithful.
I am His, and He is mine!
My Father in heaven can whip the father of this world.

So, if you're wondering why I feel so secure,
understand this...
He said it and that settles it.
God is in control,
I am on His side,
And that means all is well with my soul.
Every day is a blessing for GOD Is!
I love the Lord
And thank Him for all that He does in my life.
Yes, I do love Jesus!
He is my source of existence
And my Saviour.
He keeps me functioning each and every day.

Without Him, I will be nothing.
Without Him, I am nothing,
But with Him I can do all things.
Philippians 4:13


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 01, 2009, 08:49:47 AM
IN THE MIDST

Wednesday, five o'clock, for most people in Jackson this time marks the end of a hard workday, but for me it was only halfway to what would lead to the longest day of my life. Eric, my husband, was going to meet me at the land where we were building our new house.

I was driving to Mother's to pick up our four-year-old daughter, Ericka, as she was at that age when she loved to help with everything. After picking Ericka up from Mother's, we drove off to "The Land," as we called it.

Eric and I were one of four couples, all friends, who came together and bought around a hundred acres of undeveloped woods to build our homes. At this time we were in the process of building our new house.

Halfway listening to Ericka's stories about her day, I began to doubt whether "The Land" is where God wanted us to stay. There had been two brush fires recently, both coming within twenty yards of the house. Was God telling us to move? I questioned this to a co-worker, but her reply was that God had His hand of protection upon us. If He didn't, then the house would've been consumed by the brush fires.

As we turned into the gravel driveway, I could see Eric and Corey were there. Corey, our 11-year-old son, was playing with a friend. Guess he needed a break, as we were at the house site daily for the past six months. This particular January evening, Eric, Ericka, and I were on the second floor doing our normal cleanup duties. Ericka decided to sweep with the wide push broom while Eric vacuumed the dust ... his chore today, as he did whichever Ericka decided not to do at that moment.

I was about five feet away in the balcony area picking up scrap 2x4 remnants. As I bent over to grab another piece, I heard a "ping" echo below us, as the Shop Vac was not running. Fear gripped me as the only thought that noise could've been was a broom handle hitting the concrete slab twelve feet below. Call it a mom's intuition.

After rushing to the end of the balcony, I saw Ericka ... lying unconscious on the floor! Screaming, I flew down the stairs. As I turned the corner, Eric was by her side. He vaulted over the balcony to help our baby. Several attempts were made to try and wake her, but nothing happened.

Finally, she opened her eyes, though they were both fixed in an upper left position. My thoughts were "this is the first sign of head trauma!" Her neck had no control as a newborn. Fear mounted as I could not speak, but grabbed Ericka from Eric and held her close to me. He ran to get the car as I rocked her in my arms.

The ride to the hospital seemed like an eternity for us, though it was only 20 miles away. Eric tried to call on the cell phone for an escort, but it was almost 9 p.m.; and they could not find us. He began asking Ericka all sorts of questions to check her mentality and awareness of the surroundings.

She would recite her name and answer his questions with a "yes, ma'am" before quickly correcting herself with "I mean 'yes, sir'" in between her cries. At one point she asked Eric to sing "Jesus Loves Me." As he started, I began crying harder. In between a line he broke down and Ericka finished it. Driving into the hospital's parking lot, Eric called 911 back to let them know we arrived (without the escort).

Once at the hospital, Ericka began vomiting -- another sign of head trauma. Immediately they began IV's, X-rays, CT scans, etc., to determine any damage to the right side of her head where she landed onto the concrete. We concluded she was pushing the push broom and backed off the edge in between the studs of the wall, which were twelve inches apart.

We contacted family and friends, to begin the prayer chain. During her tests, we saw blood coming from the Ericka's right nostril ... causing us to panic again. Minutes seemed like hours, hours like days, as they completed one test after another. Finally the doctor came to give us the diagnosis. He said Ericka only had a minor concussion! Praise God, we were overjoyed!

A nurse commented to me, "You know, children are so resilient."

Though sometimes true, I explained to her that only God safely carried my baby down twelve feet onto the floor. Soon after, she was released from the hospital. We praised the Lord for His blessings during the time, which had passed, though we did not know the extent of the miracle and the many who had interceded in prayer for Ericka.

Two thirty that morning I called my cousin, Eydie, in Louisiana to give her the news. She said her dad called and left a message on the answering machine, but all he knew was Ericka fell from the second floor. Nothing else was known.

Eydie said, upon hearing the message, she came down with a sharp pain on the right side of her head, but didn't know why. Together, she and her husband prayed in intercession for Ericka, anointing Eydie's head for the pain. Upon "Amen" of the prayer, Eydie's pain in her head went away instantly. She told me she knew at that moment Ericka would be fine, as she felt the heaviness lift away.

Five days later Eric and I went back to the house. We were able to put some of the pieces together: Measuring over 24 inches wide, the push broom had to fall just right to get in between the 12-inch space from one stud to another.

Second, in order to hear the broomstick echo on the floor, the Shop Vac had to be off. This was no coincidence, as Eric never stops working until the job is done. Also, we went upstairs and saw the rail on the balcony Eric vaulted over, which was cracked horizontally the length of the board.

Together we talked about the doctor's report, stating the small of the cartilage on top of Ericka's right ear cushioned the blow that may have been a part of saving her life. We know it was God.

Also, during this week, we find out that a man (Tonye) from our church held a prayer with his group at work the day following the accident at 2:15 p.m. That turned out to be the exact hour Ericka vomited for her last time another answer to prayer.

On September 1, 2000, the most unbelievable thing happened ... I had the kids' picture made by a "new" photographer in our area, a couple of months back. She is a super Christian woman who left me a wonderful note with my pictures, explaining how she considered her photography a gift that God has graciously given her, and along with this gift she feels that God gives her people not only to photograph, but also to pray for.

So after I read the note, I decided to email her a thank you for the note and for some reason decided to share the story of Ericka with her.

Her Response: "I'm trying really hard to see through teary eyes to reply to this. You won't believe this, but here goes: I was sitting in my office where I used to work when Tonye came in. He started telling me that he wanted me to pray about something. I said 'Sure, what is it?'

"He hung his head to try to conceal the tears in his eyes and started telling me about a precious little girl named Ericka who had just fallen 12 feet to a concrete slab and had been rushed to the hospital with head injuries. I immediately started praying and alerted our entire prayer group by email to ask them to pray also. I never dreamed that I would actually get to see this little miracle, much less get to take her picture. Of course, it's probably a good thing I didn't know who she was when I was taking her picture because I don't think I would have been able to quit hugging her long enough to work."

This is totally amazing to me. Our God is an awesome God! We believe that not only did God save her life, but also through THE POWER OF PRAYER, she is normal today.

Matthew 18:20 says, "For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there in the midst of them."


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 02, 2009, 11:11:25 AM
Letting Go


To "let go" does not mean to stop caring. It means I can't do it for someone else.

To "let go" is not to cut myself off. It's the realization that I can't control another.

To "let go" is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands, but in God's.

To "let go" is not to try to change or blame another. It's to make the most possible out of myself.

To "let go" is not to care for, but care about.

To "let go" is not to fix, but to be supportive.

To "let go" is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being, as we all sin.

To "let go" is not to be in the middle, arranging all the outcomes, but to allow others to affect their own destinies.

To "let go" is not to deny, but to accept.

To "let go" is not to nag, scold, fuss, or argue; but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To "let go" is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.

To "let go" is not to regret the past, but to live for today and grow for the future.

To "let go" is to fear less and to love more.

~ Author Unknown ~



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 03, 2009, 11:03:45 AM
God's Cover Letter

To Whom It May Concern:

I heard you were considering a new manager in your life. I would like to apply for the job. I believe I am the most qualified candidate. I am the only one that has even done this job successfully.

I was the first manager of human beings. In fact I made them, so naturally I know how humanity works, and what is best to get people back into proper working condition. It will be like having the manufacturer as your personal mechanic.

If this is your first time considering me, I would just like to point out that my salary has already been paid by the blood of my son, Jesus on the cross of Calvary. What I need from you is the acknowledgment that the price is sufficient to pay for all of your sin and your independence from Me. I need you to believe this in your heart and to tell somebody else about your decision with your mouth.

The next thing I ask is the right to change and fix your life so you can learn how to stay close to Me. I will make some major changes and revisions. They are not for you to worry about. I need your permission to execute these changes, My way and in My time. I will change your desires and give you the strength to make the changes.

Please keep your hands out of the way. Don't try to help me and don't resist me. I really do need your full commitment and cooperation. If you give me those, the process can go smoothly, without delays.
Yours Sincerely,
GOD

BELOW IS MY RESUME...

GOD
Everywhere
All over, Every Place 00000
Phone: (123) 456-PRAY

EXPERIENCE
From the beginning of time. Before the beginning of time. From everlasting to everlasting. I made time.

ABILITY
All Powerful

PRIOR EMPLOYMENT

Created the universe, put the galaxies in place, formed man.

Established heaven and earth by My spoken Word and am currently holding up the world by My power.

EDUCATION AND TRAINING

I AM and I have all knowledge.

CHARACTER REFERENCES

Love, light, and life (1John 4:16, 1John 1:5, John 14:6).

A representative, but by no means conclusive list of other character traits follows:

Wisdom - James 1:5

Comfort - 2 Corinthians 1:3

Truth - John 8:32

Healer - 1 Peter 2:24

Strength - Phil. 4:13

Forgiveness - 1John 1:9

Provider -Phil. 4:19

Mercy - Ephesians 2:4,5

Good - Matt. 19:17

Peace - Romans 14:17

AVAILABILITY

Willing and ready to take over your life.

Able to put your life together again.

Will bring all of who I AM into your life.

Can start now.

Will transform your life if you let Me.

SALARY REQUIREMENT

Work in your life has already been paid for through the blood of My Son, Jesus.

Your only responsibility is to commit initially and on a daily basis.

To trust and obey what Jesus has done and wants to do in your life.

Other references available upon request.

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 04, 2009, 11:00:00 AM
Jesus in the House

Once there was this very wealthy young man. He lived in a great, elaborate house with dozens of rooms. Each room was more comfortable and more beautiful than the one before it. There were paintings and sculptures; crystal chandeliers; golden, ornate railings on the stairs. More beauty than most have ever seen.

One day he decided to invite the Lord to come home and stay with him. When the Lord arrived, this young man offered him the very best room in the house. The room was upstairs and at the end of the hall. "This room is yours, Jesus! Stay as long as you like and you can do whatever you want to in this room. Remember Jesus, it's all yours."

That evening after he had retired for the night there came a loud knocking at the front door. The young man pulled on his robe and made his way downstairs. When he opened the door, he found that the devil had sent three of his demons to attack the man. He quickly tried to close the door, but one of the demons kept sticking his foot in. Sometime later, after a great struggle, he managed to slam the door shut and returned to his room, totally exhausted.

"Can you believe that," the man thought. "Jesus is upstairs in my very best room sleeping while I am down here battling demons. Oh, well, maybe he just didn't hear." He slept fitfully that night.

The next day thing went along as normal and, being tired as he was, the young man retired early that evening. Along about midnight, there came such a terrible ruckus at the front door that the young man was sure that whatever it was would tear the door down. He stumbled down the stairs once again and opened the door to find that were dozens of demons now trying to get into his beautiful home.

For more than three hours he fought and struggled against the demons from hell and finally overtook them enough to shut the door against their attack. All energy seemed to fail him. He really didn't understand this at all. "Why won't the Lord come to my rescue? Why does he allow me to fight all by myself? I feel so alone." Troubled, he found his way to the sofa and fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning he decided to inquire of the Lord about the happenings of the last two evenings. Quietly he made his way to the elegant bedroom where he had left Jesus. "Jesus," he called as he tapped at the door. "Lord, I don't understand what is happening. For the last two nights I have had to fight the demons away from my door while you laid up here sleeping. Don't you care about me? Did I not give you the very best room in the house?"

He could see the tears building in Jesus' eyes but continued on, "I just don't understand. I really thought that once I invited you in to live with me that you would take care of me and I gave you the best room in my house and everything. What more can I do?"

"My precious child," Jesus spoke so softly, "I do love and care for you. I protect all that you have released into my care. But when you invited me to come here and stay, you brought me to this lovely room and you shut the door to the rest of your house. I am Lord of this room but I am not Master of this house. I have protected this room and no demon may enter here."

"Oh, Lord, please forgive me. Take all of my house - it is yours. I am so sorry that I never offered you all to begin with. I want you to have control of everything." With this, he flung open the bedroom door and knelt at Jesus' feet. "Please forgive me, Lord, for being so selfish."

Jesus smiled and told him that He had already forgiven him and that He would take care of things from now on. That night as the young man prepared for bed, he thought, "I wonder if those demons will return. I am so tired of fighting them each and every night." But he knew that Jesus said that He would take care of things from now on.

Along about midnight the banging on the door was frightening. The young man slipped out of his room in time to see Jesus going down the stairs. He watched in awe as Jesus swung open the door, no need to be afraid.

Satan stood at the door this time demanding to be let in. "What do you want, satan?" the Lord asked. The devil bowed low in the presence of the Lord, "So sorry, I seem to have gotten the wrong address." And with that, he and the demons all ran away.

There is a moral to this tale. Jesus wants all of you, not just a part. He will take all that you give Him but nothing more. How much of your heart have you given to the Lord? Are you keeping a portion of it away from Him?

Perhaps the attacks are coming more and more each day. Why not let the Lord fight the battles for you? He is always victorious. I have found that God made man simple, all of man's complexities are of his own devising.


~ Source Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on January 05, 2009, 01:53:38 AM
AMEN!

Yes - the moral to this story is GREAT! As Christians, we need to always remember that JESUS CHRIST purchased us with HIS OWN BLOOD. We belong to CHRIST, and all good things we have come from HIM.


Love In Christ,
Tom

Philippians 4:8  Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 05, 2009, 12:24:23 PM
Think carefully about what you  will be reading..
 
Mary, had a little Lamb, 
His fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The Lamb was sure to go.
 
He followed her to school each day,
T'wasn't even in the rule.
It made the children laugh and play,
To have The Lamb at school.

And then the rules all  changed one day,
Illegal it became;
To bring The Lamb of God to school,
Or even speak  His Name!

Every day got worse and worse,
And days turned into years.
Instead of hearing  children laugh,
We heard gun shots and tears.

What must we do to stop the crime,
That's in our schools today?
Let's let The Lamb come back to school,
And teach our kids  to pray!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 06, 2009, 10:08:53 AM
Interesting Statistics

If you can read this, you should read this ...
and then be thankful and grateful.
Then perhaps try to do something
for someone not so fortunate.

If we could shrink the earth's population
to a village of precisely 100 people
with all the existing human ratios remaining the same,
it would look something like the following:

There would be:
57 Asians
21 Europeans
14 from the Western Hemisphere
(both North and South America)
8 Africans
52 would be female
48 would be male
70 would be non-white
30 would be white
70 would be non-Christian
30 would be Christian
89 would be heterosexual
11 would be homosexual

6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth
and all 6 would be from the United States
80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth
1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education
1 would own a computer

When one considers our world
from such a compressed perspective,
the need for acceptance, understanding
and education becomes glaringly apparent.


The following is also something to ponder:

If you woke up this morning
with more health than illness,
you are more blessed than
the 1 million who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle,
the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture,
or the pangs of starvation,
you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.

If you can attend a church meeting
without fear of harassment,
arrest, torture, or death,
you are more blessed than
three billion people in the world.

If you have food in the refrigerator,
clothes on your back,
a roof overhead and a place to sleep,
you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet
and spare change in a dish someplace,
you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If your parents are still alive
and still married,
you are very rare,
even for the United States and Canada.

If you can read this message,
you just received
a double blessing in that
someone was thinking of you,
and furthermore,
you are more blessed than over
two billion people in the world
that cannot read at all.


Someone once said:
"What goes around comes around."


Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
(Think about this last one very hard.)

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 11, 2009, 12:32:10 PM
Jesus Loves Me

Many years ago, while watching a little TV on Sunday instead of going to church, I watched a Church in Atlanta vetting one of it's senior pastors who had been retired many years....

He was 92 at that time and I wondered why the Church even bothered to ask the old gentleman to preach at that age. After a warm welcome, introduction of this speaker, as the applause quieted down, he rose from his high back chair and walked slowly, with great effort and a sliding gate to the podium.... Without a note or written paper of any kind, he placed both hands on the pulpit to steady himself and then quietly and slowly he began to speak.. ..

'When I was asked to come here today and talk to you, your pastor asked me to tell you what was the greatest lesson ever learned in my 50 odd years of preaching..... I thought about it for a few days and boiled it down to just one thing that made the most difference in my life and sustained me through all my trials. The one thing that I could always rely on when tears and heart break and pain and fear and sorrow paralyzed me...... The only thing that would comfort was this verse.........

'Jesus loves me this I know. For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong, we are weak but he is strong..... Yes, Jesus loves me... The Bible tells me so' When he finished, the church was quiet.

You actually could hear his foot steps as he shuffled back to his chair. I don't believe I will ever forget it Senior version of Jesus Loves Me.

A pastor once stated, 'I always noticed that it was the adults who chose the children's hymn 'Jesus Loves Me' (for the children of course) during a hymn sing, and it was the adults who sang the loudest because I could see they knew it the best.'

Here is a new version just for us who have white hair, or no hair at all.

For us over 40 (or even those almost there) and all you others...
Check out this newest version of 'Jesus Loves Me'. It is quite cute, so read, sing and enjoy:'


 
JESUS LOVES ME

Jesus loves me, this I know,
Though my hair is white as snow.
Though my sight is growing dim,
Still He bids me trust in Him.

  (CHORUS)

YES, JESUS LOVES ME... YES, JESUS LOVES ME...

YES, JESUS LOVES ME FOR THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.

Though my steps are oh, so slow,
With my hand in His I'll go.
On through life, let come what may,
He'll be there to lead the way.

  (CHORUS)

Though I am no longer young,
I have much which He's begun.
Let me serve Christ with a smile,
Go with others the extra mile.

  (CHORUS)

When the nights are dark and long,
In my heart He puts a song.
Telling me in words so clear,
'Have no fear, for I am near.'

  (CHORUS)

When my work on earth is done,
And life's victories have been won. 
He will take me home above,
Then I'll understand His love.

  (CHORUS)

I love Jesus, does He know?
Have I ever told Him so?
Jesus loves to hear me say,
That I love Him every day.



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 14, 2009, 12:04:57 PM
The Devil's Beatitudes

If the Devil were to write his Beatitudes, they would probably look like this:


Blessed are those who are too tired, too busy,
too distracted to spend an hour once a week
with their fellow Christians in church;

They are my best workers.

Blessed are those Christians who wait to be asked
and expect to be thanked;

I can use them.

Blessed are the touchy; with a bit of luck,
they may stop going to church;

They are my missionaries.

Blessed are those who are very religious
but get on everyone's nerves;

They are mine forever.

Blessed are the troublemakers;

They shall be called my children.

Blessed are those who have no time to pray;

They are easy prey for me.

Blessed are the gossipers;

For they are my secret agents.

Blessed are those critical of church leadership;

For they shall inherit a place with me in my fate.

Blessed are the complainers;

I'm all ears for them.

Blessed are you when you read this and think
it is about other people and not yourself;

I've got you!

~ Source Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 16, 2009, 11:02:34 AM
Judge Me by the Footprints
I Leave Behind

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam.

He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've got a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring with me."

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know," the son continued. "He was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him.

A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know: their son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.

Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 17, 2009, 11:38:24 AM
The Crocheted Tablecloth
 
Beautiful story.... makes you understand that things happen for a reason

The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned
to their first ministry, to reopen a church
in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October
excited about their opportunities. When they saw
their church, it was very run down and needed
much work. They set a goal to have everything
done in time to have their first service
on Christmas Eve.
 
They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls,
painting, etc, and on December 18
were ahead of schedule and just about finished.
On December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving
rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days.
On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church.
His heart sank when he saw that the roof had
leaked, causing a large area of plaster about
20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the
sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about
head high.

The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor,
and not knowing what else to do but postpone
the Christmas Eve service, headed home.
On the way he noticed that a local business was
having a flea market type sale for charity so he
stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful,
handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth
with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross
embroidered right in the center. It was just
the right size to cover up the hole in the front
wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.

By this time it had started to snow. An older
woman running from the opposite direction was
trying to catch the bus.. She missed it. The pastor
invited her to wait in the warm church for
the next bus 45 minutes later.

She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor
while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put
up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor
could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and
it covered up the entire problem area.

Then he noticed the woman walking down the center
aisle. Her face was like a sheet.. 'Pastor,'
she asked, 'where did you get that tablecloth?'
The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check
the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there.
They were. These were the initials of the woman,
and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria.

The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor
told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. The
woman explained that before the war she and
her husband were well-to-do people in Austria .

When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave.
Her husband was going to follow her the next week..
He was captured, sent to prison and she never saw her
husband or her home again.

The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth;
but she made the pastor keep it for the church.
The pastor insisted on driving her home, that
was the least he could do.. She lived on the other
side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn
for the day for a housecleaning job.

What a wonderful service they had on Christmas
Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the
spirit were great. At the end of the service, the
pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door
and many said that they would return.

One older man, whom the pastor recognized
from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of the
pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he
wasn't leaving.
The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on
the front wall because it was identical to one
that his wife had made years ago when
they lived in Austria before the war and how
could there be two tablecloths so much alike.

He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he
forced his wife to flee for her safety and he was
supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and
put in a prison.. He never saw his wife or his home
again all the 35 years in between.

The pastor asked him if he would allow him to
take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten
Island and to the same house where the pastor
had taken the woman three days earlier.
He helped the man climb the three flights of
stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on
the door and he saw the greatest Christmas
reunion he could ever imagine.

True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 18, 2009, 12:17:57 PM
Say John 3:16

In the city of Chicago, one cold, dark night, a blizzard was setting in. A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner, the people were in and out of the cold. The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell many papers.

He walked up to a policeman and said, "Mister, you wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you? You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight. Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay."

The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "You go down the street to that big white house and you knock on the door. When they come out the door you just say John 3:16, and they will let you in."

So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door, and a lady answered. He looked up and said, "John 3:16."

The lady said, "Come on in, Son."

She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace, and she went off. The boy sat there for a while and thought to himself: John 3:16....I don't understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm.

Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry?"

He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food."

The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat any more. Then he thought to himself: John 3:16... Boy, I sure don't understand it but it sure makes a hungry boy full.

She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked for a while. As he soaked, he thought to himself: John 3:16... I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out.

The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room, tucked him into a big old feather bed, pulled the covers up around his neck, kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he lay in the darkness and looked out the window at the snow coming down on that cold night, he thought to himself: John 3:16... I don't understand it but it sure makes a tired boy rested.

The next morning the lady came back up and took him down again to that same big table full of food. After he ate, she took him back to that same big old split bottom rocker in front of the fireplace and picked up a big old Bible. She sat down in front of him and looked into his young face. "Do you understand John 3:16?" she asked gently.

He replied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last night when the policeman told me to use it."

She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and began to explain to him about Jesus. Right there, in front of that big old fireplace, he gave his heart and life to Jesus. He sat there and thought: John 3:16. .. ..I don't understand it, but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.

You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either, how God was willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand the agony of the Father and every angel in heaven as they watched Jesus suffer and die. I don't understand the intense love for ME that kept Jesus on the cross till the end. I don't understand it, but it sure does make life worth living.

John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 19, 2009, 11:17:20 AM
The Daffodil Principle

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead.

"I will come next Tuesday, " I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"

My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother."

"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.

"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."

"How far will we have to drive?"

"Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this."

After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!"

"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils."

"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."

"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that said, "Daffodil Garden."

We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns-great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

"But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn.

"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home."

Carolyn pointed to a well kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline.

The first answer was a simple one."50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

There it was, The Daffodil Principle. For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun ~ one bulb at a time ~ to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable (indescribable) magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.

The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time ~ often just one baby-step at a time ~ and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.

"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start today," she said.

It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"

~ Author Unknown ~


We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that, we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage.

We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, when we are able to go on a nice vacation, or when we retire. The truth is there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway.

Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with . . . and remember that time waits for no one.

So, stop waiting . . .
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 20, 2009, 11:00:36 AM
Nails In The Fence

There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say ‘I'm sorry,' the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much you care.


- Source Unknown

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 21, 2009, 10:47:03 AM
Not Yet

Sometimes I ask the question,
"My Lord, is this your will?"
It's then I hear you answer me,
"My Precious Child... be still."

Sometimes I feel frustrated,
‘cause I think I know what's best.
It's then I hear you say to me,
"My Busy Child... just rest."

Sometimes I feel so lonely
and I think I'd like a mate.
Your still small voice gets, oh, so clear
and says, "My Child... please wait.

I know the plans I have for you,
the wondrous things you'll see;
If you can just be patient, Child,
and put your trust in me.

"I've plans to draw you closer.
I've plans to help you grow.
There's much I do you cannot see
and much you do not know.

"But know this, Child ..... I LOVE YOU.
You are Precious unto Me.
Before I formed you in the womb,
I planned your destiny.

"I've something very special
I hope for you to learn.
The gifts I wish to give to you
are gifts you cannot earn.

"They come without a price tag,
but not without a cost;
at Calvary, I gave My Son,
so You would not be lost.

"Rest, Child, and do not weary
of doing what is good.
I promise I'll come back for you
just like I said I would.

"Your name is written on my palm,
I never could forget;
Therefore, do not be discouraged when
my answer is... ‘Not Yet.'"


~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 22, 2009, 12:59:53 PM
Pledge of Allegiance


The following words were spoken by the late Red Skelton on his television program, The Red Skelton Hour, 1/14/69, as he related the story of his teacher, Mr. Laswell, who felt his students had come to think of the Pledge of Allegiance as merely something to recite in class each day.

Now, more than ever, listen to the meaning of these words:

"I've been listening to you boys and girls recite the Pledge of Allegiance all semester and it seems as though it is becoming monotonous to you. If I may, may I recite it and try to explain to you the meaning of each word?

"I... me, an individual, a committee of one.

"...Pledge... dedicate all of my worldly goods to give without self pity.

"...Allegiance -- my love and my devotion.

"...To the flag... our standard, Old Glory, a symbol of freedom. Wherever she waves, there's respect because your loyalty has given her a dignity that shouts freedom is everybody's job!

...of the ...

"...United... that means that we have all come together.

"...States... individual communities that have united into 48 great states. Forty-eight individual communities with pride and dignity and purpose; all divided with imaginary boundaries, yet united to a common purpose, and that's love for country.

of America...

"...And to the republic... a state in which sovereign power is invested in representatives chosen by the people to govern. And government is the people and it's from the people to the leaders, not from the leaders to the people.

"...For which it stands...

"...One nation... one nation, meaning "so blessed by God."

"...Indivisible... incapable of being divided.

"...With liberty... which is freedom -- the right of power to live one's own life without threats, fear or some sort of retaliation.

"...And Justice... the principle or quality of dealing fairly with others.

"...For all... which means, boys and girls, it's as much your country as it is mine."

Since I was a small boy, two states have been added to our country and two words have been added to the pledge of Allegiance...

UNDER GOD

Wouldn't it be a pity if someone said that is a prayer and that would be eliminated from schools too?

God Bless America!


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on January 23, 2009, 11:45:06 AM
Once Upon A Pew I Sat

Once upon a pew I sat
And heard the preacher ask,
"We need someone to teach a class,
Now who will take this task?"
Then God sat down beside me there
And said, "Son, that's for you."
"But, Lord, to stand before a class
Is one thing I can't do.
Now Bill would be the man to call,
There's nothing he won't do.
I'd rather hear the lesson taught
From here upon my pew."

Once upon a pew I sat
And heard the preacher ask,
"We need someone to lead the songs,
Now who will take this task?"
Then God sat down beside me there
And said, "Son, that's for you."
"But Lord, to sing before a crowd
Is one thing I can't do.
Now Brother King will do the job,
There's nothing he won't do.
I'd rather hear the music played
From here upon my pew."

Once upon a pew I sat
And heard the preacher ask,
"I need someone to keep the door,
Now who will take this task?"
Then God sat down beside me there
And said, "Son, that's for you."
"But saying things to strangers, Lord,
Is one thing I can't do.
Now Tom can talk to people, Lord,
There's nothing he won't do.
I'd rather someone come to me
And greet me on the pew."

As years just seemed to pass me by,
I heard that voice no more
Until one night I closed my eyes
And woke on heaven's shore.
'Twas four of us together there
To face eternity.
God said, "I need just three of you
To do a job for me."
"O Lord, I cried, "I'll do the job,
There's nothing I won't do."
But Jesus said, "I'm sorry, Friend,
In Heaven there's no pew."

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 13, 2009, 11:03:21 AM
Who Packed Your Parachute?

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.

Charles Plumb, a U.S. Naval Academy graduate, was a jet pilot in Vietnam.

After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience.

One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, you're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!"

"How in the world did you know that?" asked Plumb.

"I packed your parachute," the man replied.

Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand and said, "I guess it worked!" Plumb assured him, "It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today."

Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, "I kept wondering what he might have looked like in a Navy uniform: A white hat, a bib in the back, and bell bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said good morning, how are you or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor."

Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent on a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know. Now, Plumb asks his audience, "Who's packing your parachute?"

Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day.

Plumb also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory — he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.

His experience reminds us all to prepare ourselves to weather whatever storms lie ahead. As you go through this week, this month, this year ... recognize people who pack your parachute!


~ Source Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 14, 2009, 09:40:07 AM
Secrets to Happiness

Live beneath your means and within your seams
Return everything you borrow
Donate Blood
Stop blaming other people
Admit it when you make a mistake
Give all the clothes you haven't worn in the last three years to charity
Every day do something nice and try not to get caught
Listen more; talk less
Every day take a 30-minute walk in your neighborhood
Skip two meals a week and give the money to the homeless
Strive for excellence, not perfection
Be on time
Don't make excuses
Don't argue
Get organized
Be kind to kind people
Be even kinder to unkind people
Let someone cut ahead of you in line
Take time to be alone
Reread a favorite book
Cultivate good manners
Be humble
Understand and accept that life isn't always fair
Know when to say something
Know when to keep your mouth shut
Don't criticize anyone for 24 hours
Learn from the past, plan for the future, and live in the present
Don't sweat the small stuff


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 17, 2009, 10:40:31 AM
God's Boxes

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 He gave 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."

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 18, 2009, 11:12:25 AM
The Marbles

During the waning years of the depression in a small southeastern Idaho community, I used to stop by Mr. Miller's roadside stand for farm-fresh produce as the season made it available. Food and money were still extremely scarce and bartering was used, extensively.

One particular day Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me.

"Hello, Barry. How are you today?"

"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas . . . sure look good."

"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"

"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."

"Good. Anything I can help you with?"

"No, sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."

"Would you like to take some home?"

"No, sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."

"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"

"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."

"I can see that. Hmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?"

"Not 'zackley . . . . . but almost."

"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you, and next trip this way, let me look at that red marble."

"Sure will. Thanks, Mr. Miller."

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community. All three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or perhaps an orange one, or a green . . .

I left the stand, smiling to myself, impressed with this man.

A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys and their bartering. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one.

Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening, and knowing my friends wanted to go, agreed to accompany them.

Upon our arrival at the mortuary, we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts, very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing smiling and composed, by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty, light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold, pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary, awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. Eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size . . . they came to pay their debt. We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but, right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho."

With loving gentleness, she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three magnificently shiny red marbles.

Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 19, 2009, 10:09:24 AM
The Most Beautiful Flower


The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read

Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.

Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,

For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,

A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play

He stood right before me with his head tilted down

And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,

With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.

Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,

I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating, he sat next to my side

And placed the flower to his nose

And declared with overacted surprise,

"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.

That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.

Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.

But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.

So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

but instead of him placing the flower in my hand,

He held it mid-air without reason or plan.

It was then that I noticed for the very first time

That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun

As I thanked him for picking the very best one.

"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,

Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see

A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.

How did he know of my self-indulged plight?

Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see

The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.

And for all of those times I myself had been blind,

I vowed to see the beauty in life,

And appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose

And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose

And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand,

About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.


~ Cheryl Costello-Forshey ~
Copyright 1998



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 25, 2009, 11:45:18 AM
Life's Tug of War

Life can seem ungrateful ~ and not always kind...
Life can pull at your heartstrings ~ and play with your mind....

Life can be blissful ~ and happy and free...
Life can put beauty ~ in the things that you see...

Life can place challenges ~ right at your feet...
Life can make good ~ of the hardships we meet...

Life can overwhelm you ~ and make your head spin...
Life can reward those ~ determined to win...

Life can be hurtful ~ and not always fair...
Life can surround you ~ with people who care...

Life clearly does offer ~ its Up and its Downs...
Life's days can bring you ~ both smiles and frowns...

Life teaches us to take ~ the good with the bad...
Life is a mixture ~ of happy and sad...

SO...

Take the Life that you have ~ and give it your best...
Think positive, be happy ~ let God do the rest...

Take the challenges that life ~ has layed at your feet...
Take pride and be thankful ~ for each one you meet...

To yourself give forgiveness ~ if you stumble and fall...
Take each day that is dealt you ~ and give it your all...

Take the love that you're given ~ and return it with care...
Have faith that when needed ~ it will always be there...

Take time to find the beauty ~ in the things that you see...
Take life's simple pleasures ~ let them set your heart free...

The idea here is simply ~ to even the score...
As you are met and faced with ~ Life's Tug of War


~ Source Unknown ~



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I don't THINK I've done this one before?


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 26, 2009, 11:13:50 AM
The Garage of Fear


There was a hummingbird trying to get out of my garage through a closed window. This bird was going berserk trying to get out. It was so tired, yet this little bird continued doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. I left for awhile and came back. The bird kept trying to get out every way he could. Finally, he collapsed on the side of the garage. I gently picked him up and took him outside where he flew away.

I think this story illustrates exactly what we go through with anxiety and panic attacks. We are trapped in this "garage" of terror and torment. We desperately peck at every ray of hope, trying to escape these fearful thoughts.

So many times, we do the same old thing, over and over, trying in vain to deal with our condition. We push, strive, avoid, cope, adjust, numb, run, scream, plead -- anything to stop the onslaught of fear. But, we labor in vain, it seems.

I think the only way to real peace is in the hands of our Father. You can work hard in your own strength and efforts, much like the bird, where you become totally exhausted. Or, you can surrender all to God and trust His loving hands to carry you to His place of freedom.

I believe with all of my heart that God desires to pick you up in your "garage of fear" and take you to a place where there is no fear -- to a place of total peace and freedom. With the help of God, all things are possible.

"Blessed be the Lord, who did not let their teeth tear us apart! We escaped like a bird from a hunter's trap. The trap is broken, and we are free! Our help is from the Lord, who made the heavens and the earth." (Psalm 124:6-8)

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on February 26, 2009, 02:42:03 PM
The Garage of Fear


There was a hummingbird trying to get out of my garage through a closed window. This bird was going berserk trying to get out. It was so tired, yet this little bird continued doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. I left for awhile and came back. The bird kept trying to get out every way he could. Finally, he collapsed on the side of the garage. I gently picked him up and took him outside where he flew away.

I think this story illustrates exactly what we go through with anxiety and panic attacks. We are trapped in this "garage" of terror and torment. We desperately peck at every ray of hope, trying to escape these fearful thoughts.

So many times, we do the same old thing, over and over, trying in vain to deal with our condition. We push, strive, avoid, cope, adjust, numb, run, scream, plead -- anything to stop the onslaught of fear. But, we labor in vain, it seems.

I think the only way to real peace is in the hands of our Father. You can work hard in your own strength and efforts, much like the bird, where you become totally exhausted. Or, you can surrender all to God and trust His loving hands to carry you to His place of freedom.

I believe with all of my heart that God desires to pick you up in your "garage of fear" and take you to a place where there is no fear -- to a place of total peace and freedom. With the help of God, all things are possible.

"Blessed be the Lord, who did not let their teeth tear us apart! We escaped like a bird from a hunter's trap. The trap is broken, and we are free! Our help is from the Lord, who made the heavens and the earth." (Psalm 124:6-8)

~ Author Unknown ~


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AMEN! - BEAUTIFUL AND TIMELY!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on February 28, 2009, 11:07:32 AM
From Innocent Lips

He was just a little lad,

and on the week's last day.

He was wandering home from Sabbath School,

and dawdling on the way.

He scuffed his shoes into the grass;

he found a caterpillar;

He found a fluffy milkweed pod,

and blew out all the "filler."

A bird's nest in a tree o'er head

so wisely placed on high,

Was just another wonder

that caught his eager eye.

A neighbor watched his zigzag course,

and hailed him from the lawn;

Asked him where he'd been that day,

and what was going on.

"I've been to Bible school," he said,

and turned a piece of sod.

He picked up a wiggly worm and said,

"I've learned a lot of God."

"M'm a very fine way," the neighbor said,

"for a boy to spend his time."

If you'll tell me where God is,

I'll give you a brand new dime."

Quick as a flash his answer came!

Nor were his accents faint.

"I'll give you a dollar, Mister,

if you'll tell me where God ain't!"


~ Source Unknown ~



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 01, 2009, 11:30:28 AM
Youth


Youth is not entirely a time of life -- it is a state of mind. It is not wholly a matter of ripe cheeks, red lips or supple knees. It is a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life. It means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of an appetite for adventure over love of ease.

"Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old only by deserting their ideals."

"Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair -- these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust."

"Whatever your years, there is in every being's heart the love of wonder, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing child-like appetite for what next, and the joy and the game of life. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt, as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair. In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage, so long are you young."

"When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and then only, are you grown old."

~ Author Unknown ~

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 04, 2009, 10:43:24 AM
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 05, 2009, 11:31:47 AM
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 06, 2009, 10:46:57 AM
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on March 06, 2009, 01:26:28 PM
Hello Grammyluv,

These new graphics are great. They show a lot of imagination and tell a good message - Bible Verse and all. I'm happy that we have artists doing things like this for the LORD'S WORK.

Love In Christ,
Tom

Deuteronomy 20:3-4 NASB  3  "He shall say to them, 'Hear, O Israel, you are approaching the battle against your enemies today. Do not be fainthearted. Do not be afraid, or panic, or tremble before them,  4  for the LORD your God is the one who goes with you, to fight for you against your enemies, to save you.'


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 07, 2009, 10:23:11 AM
Hello Grammyluv,

These new graphics are great. They show a lot of imagination and tell a good message - Bible Verse and all. I'm happy that we have artists doing things like this for the LORD'S WORK.

Love In Christ,
Tom

Deuteronomy 20:3-4 NASB  3  "He shall say to them, 'Hear, O Israel, you are approaching the battle against your enemies today. Do not be fainthearted. Do not be afraid, or panic, or tremble before them,  4  for the LORD your God is the one who goes with you, to fight for you against your enemies, to save you.'

Thanks Brother Tom.  A girl friend sent these to me in an email and I just had to share them!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 07, 2009, 10:24:44 AM
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 08, 2009, 11:00:38 AM
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 09, 2009, 10:53:31 AM
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 10, 2009, 10:54:47 AM
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 11, 2009, 10:25:15 AM
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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 12, 2009, 10:59:06 AM
Be A Kid Again

 - Dot all your "i"s with smiley faces.
- Sing into your hairbrush.
- Grow a milk mustache.
- Read the funnies; throw the rest of the paper away.
- Dunk your cookies.
- Step carefully over sidewalk cracks.
- Try to get someone to trade you a better sandwich.
- Give someone a hug around the neck.
- Blow the wrapper off a straw.
- Refuse to eat crusts.
- Make a face the next time somebody tells you "No."
- Ask "Why?" a lot.
- Have someone read you a story.
- Wear your favorite shirt with your favorite pants even if they don't match.
- Eat dessert first.
- Say "duh" when stuff is obvious.
- Put an orange slice in your mouth, peel side out, and smile at people.
- Innocently say your prayers.
- Ride a roller coaster two times in a row.
- Run through the sprinkler with all your clothes on.
- Lick all the cream out of an Oreo before you eat the cookie part.
- Eat just the chocolate stripe out of your Neapolitan ice cream.
- Start thinking now about what you want for your next birthday.
- Lie on your back in a field and look at pictures in the clouds. 
 


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 13, 2009, 10:27:21 AM
I Forgot My Security System

A horrible thing happened to me today. A thief broke into my house. It happened shortly after I awoke this morning. I got up and began rushing about. I had a thousand things on my list and was already running behind. Quickly, I gulped down breakfast, took a shower and got ready for work. In my rush, I forgot to turn the security system on at my house. It was just about a half an hour later that the thief broke in.

Of course, he didn't make a sound. Just kind of snuck inside, not drawing any attention to himself. In fact, none of the neighbors ever saw him. But, I did. You see, I WAS HOME when the thief broke in. He naturally startled me, as I was unprepared for his visit. He, of course, didn't announce that he was coming and I certainly had not invited him over. And yet, I found myself face to face with danger and I felt so powerless. I also felt so very stupid, because this whole incident could have been avoided if I had just taken the time to turn the security system on. You better believe I'll be turning it on tomorrow morning! I thought I'd warn you about this guy, because he's still on the loose.

Chances are, he's in your area. Possibly even headed for your house. His name? Satan.

You see, this morning when I jumped up in my haste to get started on my busy day, I skipped my prayer time ~ opting to "pray later today." In other words, I DIDN'T TURN ON THE SECURITY SYSTEM. My defense wasn't on, my guard was dropped . . . and when the thief came into my home to attack me, I was unprepared to do battle. He tempted me and I felt powerless. Like I said, I also felt so very stupid, because I could have avoided the incident if I had just taken the time to pray.

My friend, the thief has come to "steal, kill and destroy." And, as a Child of God, you are on his "hit list." He'll probably pop over to your house today. He may be lurking outside your door right now, just waiting to catch you off guard. Take time to pray in the morning. Ask God to protect you and empower you to do battle. In short, don't forget to turn your security system on.

LIVE EACH DAY AS IF IT COULD BE THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR ETERNITY.

WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPEND YOUR ETERNITY? YOU ONLY HAVE 2 CHOICES.

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 14, 2009, 10:50:16 AM
Above You

If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.

The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkably nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.

A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.

In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. They are struggling about with all their problems and frustrations, not ever realizing that the answer is right there "Above" them.

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 16, 2009, 11:18:01 AM
Rhythm of the Rain


Things I learned from Noah's Ark...

One: Don't miss the boat.

Two: Remember that we are all in the same boat.

Three: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.

Four: Stay fit. When you're 600 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.

Five: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.

Six: Build your future on high ground.

Seven: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.

Eight: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.

Nine: When you're stressed, float a while.

Ten: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.

Eleven: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.

~ Author Unknown ~

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 18, 2009, 11:42:04 AM
Murphy's Laws For Parents


1. The tennis shoes you must replace today will go on sale next week.

2. Leakproof thermoses will.

3. The chances of a piece of bread falling with the grape jelly side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.

4. The garbage truck will be two doors past your house when the argument over whose day it is to take out the trash ends.

5. The shirt your child must wear today will be the only one that needs to be washed or mended.

6. Gym clothes left at school in lockers mildew at a faster rate than other clothing.

7. The item your child lost, and must have for school within the next ten seconds, will be found in the last place you look.

8. Sick children recover miraculously when the pediatrician enters the treatment room.

9. Refrigerated items, used daily, will gravitate toward the back of the refrigerator.

10. Your chances of being seen by someone you know dramatically increase if you drive your child to school in your robe and curlers.
 
 

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 19, 2009, 10:58:15 AM
ONE ... CAN

One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.

One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room.

One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer.

One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what's true.

One life can make the difference,
You see it's up to "You"

~ Author Unknown ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 20, 2009, 11:21:39 AM
INSTALLATION LOVE v4.0

SERVICE REP: Hello, you have reached the Heart Systems Software Company help desk. How may I help you?

CUSTOMER: I just received your latest program, LOVEv4.0 . . . you know . . . the freeware. I don't understand it. Can tell me how to install it?

SERVICE REP: Sure thing, ma'am. Do you have the installation disk and instructions with you?

CUSTOMER: Yes I do, but first can you tell me what the program does?

SERVICE REP: Sure thing, ma'am. LOVE is a unique program, there is no other like it in the world. LOVE attaches to your operating system and runs silently in the background. You will never see LOVE on your monitor or your toolbar, but you will notice its effect on every application you may have. It makes the good programs run smoother and greatly restricts and/or deletes the bad ones.

CUSTOMER: Wow! That sounds great. How does LOVE make my machine run smoother?

SERVICE REP: Well, good sound files, like COMPLIMENT.WAV, ENCOURAGEMENT.WAV, and KINDWORD.WAV will play frequently. Also, FORGIVENESS.EXE will be invoked every time there is an external violation, including the ever-popular syntax errors. Also, all those aggravating errors that say "unable to connect" will be avoided. LOVE allows for a smooth connection with external devices, regardless of what country it is manufactured in, the brand name, or the age of the model.

CUSTOMER: That's exactly what I need. My machine has been isolated for too long. But what about the bad programs?

SERVICE REP: Good question. LOVE searches your memory for programs like HATE.COM, BITTERNESS.EXE, SELFISH.COM, and SPITE.EXE. These programs can't be entirely deleted off your hard drive, but LOVE overpowers those programs. LOVE stops their commands from being executed and runs its own instructions. You will no longer hear INSULT.WAV and you wont be able to write with the fonts "BADWORDS12" or "HARSHNESS10."

CUSTOMER: That's a fantastic program you have. Are the upgrades free too?

SERVICE REP: They sure are, ma'am.

CUSTOMER: How do I get the upgrades?

SERVICE REP: That's easy. Once you have LOVE installed and running, it automatically copies a module, or a piece of itself, to every external Hard-drive E-mail And Remote Terminal (H.E.A.R.T.) that it comes in contact with. In turn, those external devices run whatever version of LOVE they have and return a module to your H.E.A.R.T. You will be upgraded with each and every module that you receive. But you have to remember, to receive the upgrades, you have to be running LOVE and you have to come into contact with other computers while it is running.

CUSTOMER: I can do that. I'm not very technical, but I think I am ready to install now. What do I do first?

SERVICE REP: The first step is to open your H.E.A.R.T. Have you located your H.E.A.R.T. ma'am?

CUSTOMER: Yes I have, but there are several programs running right now. Is it okay to install while they are running?

SERVICE REP: What programs are running, ma'am?

CUSTOMER: Let me see . . . I have PASTHURT.EXE, LOWESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE, and RESENTMENT.COM running right now.

SERVICE REP: No problem. LOVE will automatically erase PASTHURT.EXE from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually overwrite LOWESTEEM.EXE with a module of its own called HIGHESTEEM.EXE. However, you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM. Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed. Can you turn those off, ma'am?

CUSTOMER: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?

SERVICE REP: My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke FORGIVENESS.EXE. Do this as many times as necessary until GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM have been completely erased.

CUSTOMER: Okay, I'm done. LOVE has started installing itself automatically. Is that normal?

SERVICE REP: Yes, it is. You should receive a message that says it will reinstall for the life of your H.E.A.R.T. Do you see that message?

CUSTOMER: Yes, I do. Is it completely installed?

SERVICE REP: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other H.E.A.R.T.'s in order to get the upgrades.

CUSTOMER: Oops . . . I have an error message already. What should I do?

SERVICE REP: What does the message say?

CUSTOMER: It says "ERROR 412 - PROGRAM NOT RUN ON INTERNAL COMPONENTS." What does that mean?

SERVICE REP: Don't worry, ma'am. That's a common problem. It means that the LOVE program is set up to run on external H.E.A.R.T.s but has not yet been run on your H.E.A.R.T. It is one of those complicated programming things, but in nontechnical terms, it means you have to "LOVE" your own machine before it can "LOVE" others.

CUSTOMER: So what should I do?

SERVICE REP: Can you find the directory called "SELF-ACCEPTANCE"?

CUSTOMER: Yes, I have it.

SERVICE REP: Excellent. You are getting good at this.

CUSTOMER: Thank you.

SERVICE REP: You're welcome. Click on the following files and then copy them to the "MYHEART" directory: FORGIVESELF.DOC, SELFESTEEM.TXT, REALIZEWORTH.TXT, and GOODNESS.DOC. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching any faulty programming. Also, you need to delete SELFCRITIC.EXE from all directories, and then empty your recycle bin afterwards to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.

CUSTOMER: Got it. Hey! My H.E.A.R.T. is filling up with really neat files. SMILE.MPG is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that WARMTH.COM, PEACE.EXE, and CONTENTMENT.COM are copying themselves all over my H.E.A.R.T.!

SERVICE REP: Then LOVE is installed and running. You should be able to handle it from here. One more thing before I go . . .

CUSTOMER: Yes?

SERVICE REP: LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everybody you meet. They will in turn share it with other people and they will return some really neat modules back to you.

CUSTOMER: I will. Thank you for your help.

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, 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."

~ Ruth Carter-Bourdon ~

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 21, 2009, 10:54:44 AM
God Lives Under the Bed
 by Mo Siegel

 I envy Kevin. My brother, Kevin, thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, 'Are you there, God?' he said. 'Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed.'

I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.

I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite Macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.

The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.

He does not seem dissatisfied.

He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.

And Saturdays - oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. 'That one's goin' to Chi-car-go! ' Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.

His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights. And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips. He doesn't know what it means to be discontent. His life is simple. He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.

His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure. He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.

Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.

Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an 'educated' person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion. In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.

It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions. It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap. I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care.

Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God. And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.

Kevin won't be surprised at all!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 22, 2009, 12:14:00 PM
Little Gentleman

Like a lot of 11 year old boys, Michael can be a handful. It’s not that he is a bad kid, it’s just that if there is some way to get into trouble, Michael seems to easily find it. When Michael was six he broke his first window. When he was nine, he completely ruined our neighbor’s prized rose bush while trying to do wheelies on his bike. Just last year he tried to help his little sister see what it would be like to be a NASCAR driver on her tricycle. She ended up with two skinned knees.
 
Last week when I went to pick Michael up at school for a dentist appointment, Mrs. Heintz, a teacher’s aid, came up to me and asked to talk to me about Michael. What was it this time, I thought. A fight? Something broken? Disrupting a class?
 
Mrs. Heintz began to tell me of how she walked to school each day and that her route took her to the street corner where Michael was on safety patrol. Each day, she said, when Michael would see her walking to the street corner, he would stop all traffic, "Throwing his hands up in the most authoritative way" she said. He then walks over to the corner where she is standing and puts out his arm "like a gentleman" she told me. "He asks me to put my arm through his, and escorts me safely across the street". "When we reach the other side, he wishes me a wonderful day," she said.

She then told me that two weeks ago, her father passed away and she had taken some time off from teaching. "I was very close to my father and it has been very hard for me" she said. She explained that today was her first day back and that as she approached the street corner, she saw Michael flash a big smile and walk over to the corner with his arm out ready to escort her again safely across the street. "Glad you are back Mrs. Heintz," he said. "Have a wonderful day." "It was the first time I had smiled since my father died," she said. "You must be very proud". I am. It’s a wonderful thing to know your child shines when you’re not even looking and has the power to bless others’ lives.

Based on a true story as told by Kathleen  

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 23, 2009, 12:37:40 PM
Wisdom From Andy Rooney

By Andy Rooney

I've learned:
That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.
That when you're in love, it shows.
That just one person saying to me, "You've made my day!" makes my day.
That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.
That being kind is more important than being right.
That you should never say no to a gift from a child.
That I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way.
That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.
That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.
That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.
That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.
That money doesn't buy class.
That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.
That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.
That the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?
That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.
That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.
That love, not time, heals all wounds.
That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.
That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.
That there's nothing sweeter than sleeping with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheek.
That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.
That life is tough, but I'm tougher.
That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.
That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.
That I wish I could have told my Mom that I love her one more time before she passed away.
That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.
That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve you looks.
That I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.
That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.
That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.
That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life-threatening situation.
That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 24, 2009, 12:30:50 PM
How I learned to believe in Angels

I didn't always believe in angels. It seems we get to this place not believing in anything, it's an acquired taste.

I joined the Army shortly after the Tet offensive in 1968, not out of a strong sense of patriotism but for more personal and admittedly selfish reasons. In no time I found myself in the 1st Calvary division, a unit that had earned it's reputation as a can do savage band of warriors. It was a 1st cavalry colonel that immortalize the absurdity of war when he said," we had to destroy the village in order to save it."

After three months in country I had reach the low ebb of my life. Six months earlier pimples on my chin had been my most pressing life concern, and now I was watching myself, my buddies , my world rapidly descending into a hellish terrifying madness. This is where I was as I enter the outhouse at the base of the Phouc Vin air traffic control tower in the spring of 1969, despairing, the river of hope run dry. When I sat down to do my business I notice a small pile of news papers on the floor in the corner. I grabbed randomly into the stack knowing any diversion would be welcome. Miracle of miracles I pulled out my home town newspaper, The Sacramento Bee! You could have bowled me over with a feather. I could hardly believe it, I hadn't even seen a domestic newspaper in the three months I'd been in this God forsaken place.

So I dove in, reading each article as if it was the next delectable in a nine course meal. I was already feeling much better when the hammer hit. I opened the A section to page four and starred down in utter disbelief at a picture of my grandfather Elliot and his twin brother, my great uncle Ervin. The article was about them being the oldest living identical twins on the west coast.

It was if the cleansing waters of Eden had washed over me, transmuting the angst that was my life into a lightness of being better than any springtime morning growing up, I was rescued.

I'm pretty sure I didn't walk out of that outhouse, I floated.

I didn't know what had happened to me, I really wasn't doing much thinking, but I was changed. The feeling of wholeness I had, renewed me. I had no idea how but I sensed me and my world were going to be all right.

When this happened I had no thoughts of angels, that came years later, and grew, as I pondered the possibilities and considered the odds. The event itself was staggering as it rolled around the analytics that are my mind, but the timing was another matter, it kept leading me back to one irrevocable conclusion, Angels! I feel comfortable with that idea now, but it didn't find fertile ground until every other cause had been meticulously considered. It's blossomed into an optimism that permeates my world view. In some sense angels must be farmers, their crop being hope that matures into a greater fruit.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 25, 2009, 11:16:37 AM
THE SNEEZE


They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-two students filing into the already crowded auditorium.  With their rich maroon gowns flowing .. and the traditional caps, they looked almost .. as grown up as they felt.

Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away tears..

This class would NOT pray during the commencements----not by choice, but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it.

The principal and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families.

The speeches were nice, but they were routine.....until the final speech received a standing ovation.

A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then, it happened.

All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED!!!!

The student on stage.. simply looked at the audience and said,

'GOD BLESS YOU, each and every one of you!' And he walked off stage...

The audience exploded into applause. This graduating class had found a unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future with or without the court's approval.

This is a true story; it happened at the University of Maryland. 


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on March 25, 2009, 12:13:00 PM
THE SNEEZE!

YEAH!  --  AMEN!  --  LET'S ALL SNEEZE!

GOD BLESS YOU!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 26, 2009, 12:26:28 PM
GOD Is Busy

 If you don't know GOD, don't make stupid remarks!

 A Canadian Serviceman was attending some college courses
 between assignments. He had completed several missions Afghanistan . One
 of the courses had a professor who was an avowed atheist.

 One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He
 looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, GOD if you are real then I want
 you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 min.' The
 lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went
 by and the professor proclaimed, 'Here I am, GOD, I'm still waiting.'

 It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Serviceman
 got out of his chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him;
 knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold. The
 Serviceman went back to his seat and sat there, silently..

 The other students were shocked and stunned, and sat there
 looking on in silence. The professor eventually came to, noticeably
 shaken, looked at the Canadian Soldier and asked, 'What in the world is
 the matter with you? 'Why did you do that?'

 The Serivceman calmly replied, 'GOD was too busy today
 protecting Canada's soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid
 stuff and act like an idiot. So He sent me.'

 The classroom erupted in cheers!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on March 27, 2009, 07:19:38 AM
GOD Is Busy

 If you don't know GOD, don't make stupid remarks!

 A Canadian Serviceman was attending some college courses
 between assignments. He had completed several missions Afghanistan . One
 of the courses had a professor who was an avowed atheist.

 One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He
 looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, GOD if you are real then I want
 you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 min.' The
 lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went
 by and the professor proclaimed, 'Here I am, GOD, I'm still waiting.'

 It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Serviceman
 got out of his chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him;
 knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold. The
 Serviceman went back to his seat and sat there, silently..

 The other students were shocked and stunned, and sat there
 looking on in silence. The professor eventually came to, noticeably
 shaken, looked at the Canadian Soldier and asked, 'What in the world is
 the matter with you? 'Why did you do that?'

 The Serivceman calmly replied, 'GOD was too busy today
 protecting Canada's soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid
 stuff and act like an idiot. So He sent me.'

 The classroom erupted in cheers!

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ATTABOY!

YEAH!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 28, 2009, 10:54:07 AM
What it took to get an 8th grade education in 1895...

   Remember when grandparents and great-grandparents stated that they only had an 8th grade education? Well, check this out. Could any of us have passed the 8th grade in 1895?

   This is the eighth-grade final exam from 1895 in  Salina ,  Kansas ,  USA . It was taken from the original document on file at the Smokey Valley Genealogical Society and Library in  Salina , and reprinted by the Salina Journal.   
    8th Grade Final Exam:  Salina ,  KS - 1895
                                                 Grammar (Time, one hour)
1. Give nine rules for the use of capital letters.
2. Name the parts of speech and define those that have no modifications.
3. Define verse, stanza and paragraph
4. What are the principal parts of a verb? Give principal parts of 'lie,''play,' and 'run.'
5. Define case; illustrate each case.
6 What is punctuation? Give rules for principal marks of punctuation.
7 - 10. Write a composition of about 150 words and show therein that you understand the practical use of the rules of grammar.
                                        Arithmetic (Time,1 hour 15 minutes)
1. Name and define the Fundamental Rules of Arithmetic.
2. A wagon box is 2 ft. Deep, 10 feet long, and 3 ft. Wide. How many bushels of wheat will it hold?
3. If a load of wheat weighs 3,942 lbs., what is it worth at 50cts/bushel, deducting 1,050 lbs. For tare?
4. District No 33 has a valuation of $35,000. What is the necessary levy to carry on a school seven months at $50 per month, and have $104 for incidentals?
5. Find the cost of 6,720 lbs. Coal at $6.00 per ton.
6. Find the interest of $512.60 for 8 months and 18 days at 7 percent.
7. What is the cost of 40 boards 12 inches wide and 16 ft.. Long at $20 per metre?
8. Find bank discount on $300 for 90 days (no grace) at 10 percent.
9. What is the cost of a square farm at $15 per acre, the distance of which is 640 rods?
10. Write a Bank Check, a Promissory Note, and a Receipt
                                     U.S. History (Time, 45 minutes)
1. Give the epochs into which U..S. History is divided
2. Give an account of the discovery of  America by  Columbus 
3. Relate the causes and results of the Revolutionary War.
4. Show the territorial growth of the  United States 
5. Tell what you can of the history of  Kansas 
6. Describe three of the most prominent battles of the Rebellion.
7. Who were the following: Morse, Whitney,  Fulton ,  Bell ,  Lincoln , Penn, and Howe?
8. Name events connected with the following dates: 1607, 1620, 1800, 1849, 1865.
                                   Orthography (Time, one hour)
                             [Do we even know what this is??]
1. What is meant by the following: alphabet, phonetic, orthography, etymology, syllabication
2. What are elementary sounds? How classified?
3. What are the following, and give examples of each: trigraph, subvocals, diphthong, cognate letters, linguals
4. Give four substitutes for caret 'u.' (HUH?)
5. Give two rules for spelling words with final 'e.' Name two exceptions under each rule.
6. Give two uses of silent letters in spelling. Illustrate each.
7. Define the following prefixes and use in connection with a word: bi, dis-mis, pre, semi, post, non, inter, mono, sup.
8. Mark diacritically and divide into syllables the following, and name the sign that indicates the sound: card, ball, mercy, sir, odd, cell, rise, blood, fare, last.
9. Use the following correctly in sentences: cite, site, sight, fane, fain, feign, vane , vain, vein, raze, raise, rays.
10. Write 10 words frequently mispronounced and indicate pronunciation by use of diacritical marks and by syllabication.
                                    Geography (Time, one hour)
1 What is climate? Upon what does climate depend?
2. How do you account for the extremes of climate in  Kansas ?
3. Of what use are rivers? Of what use is the ocean?
4. Describe the mountains of  North America 
5. Name and describe the following:  Monrovia ,  Odessa ,  Denver ,  Manitoba ,  Hecla ,  Yukon , St. Helen a, Juan Fernandez, Aspinwall and  Orinoco 
6. Name and locate the principal trade centers of the U.S. Name all the republics of  Europe and give the capital of each.
8. Why is the  Atlantic  Coast colder than the Pacific in the same latitude?
9. Describe the process by which the water of the ocean returns to the sources of rivers.
10. Describe the movements of the earth. Give the inclination of the earth.

Notice that the exam took FIVE HOURS to complete.

Gives the saying 'he only had an 8th grade education' a whole new meaning, doesn't it?!   Also shows you how poor our education system has become and, no, I don't have the answers!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 29, 2009, 01:08:34 PM
BEING A MOTHER

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me
to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.

She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would
Love to spend some time with you.'

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has
been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children
had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
'What's wrong, are you well,' she asked?

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a
surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

'I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,' I
responded 'just the two of us.' She thought about it for a moment, and
then said,'I would like that very much.'

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I
was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too,
seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her
coat on.

She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to
celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was
as radiant as an angel's.


'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were
impressed,' she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to
hear about our meeting.'

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and
cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu.


Her eyes could only read large print. Half-way through the entrees, I
lifted my eyes and saw Mother sitting there staring at me.

A nostalgic smile was on her lips..

'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she
said. 'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I
responded. During the dinner , we had an agreeable conversation nothing
extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much
that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said,
'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.' I agreed. 'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home. 'Very
nice,much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack.

It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for
her.
Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant
receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined.

An attached note said: 'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that
I could be there; but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you
and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for
me.

'I love you, son'

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I love
YOU' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.

Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time
they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till some 'other'
time.

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to
normal after you've had a baby... somebody doesn't know that once
you're a mother, 'normal' is history.

Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the
first... somebody doesn't have two or more children.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and
delivery....somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus for the
first day of kindergarten... or on a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'

Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her child gets married...
somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to
a mother's heartstrings.

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home... somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell
her... somebody isn't a mother.

This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the
people in your lives while you have them.... no matter who that person is!

Watch your thoughts, they become words.
Watch your words, they become actions.
Watch your actions, they become habits.
Watch your habits, they become character.
Watch your character, for it
becomes...your destiny.

'Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind
of battle'.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 30, 2009, 10:21:25 AM
Now I Understand

Once upon a time, there was a man who looked upon Christmas as a lot of humbug. He wasn't a Scrooge. He was a very kind and decent person, generous to his family, upright in all his dealings with other men.

But he didn't believe all that stuff about God becoming man, which churches proclaim at Christmas. Why would God want to do anything like that?

So when his family left to attend midnight services on Christmas Eve, he stayed home.

Shortly after the family drove away, snow began to fall. He went to the window and watched the flurries getting heavier and heavier. Sometime later, as he was reading his newspaper by the fire, he was startled by a thudding sound that was quickly followed by another. Then another.

When he went to investigate, he found a flock of birds huddled miserably in the snow. They had been caught in the storm, and in a desperate search for shelter, had tried to fly through the window.

"I can't let these poor creatures lie there and freeze," he thought. "But how can I help them?"

Then he remembered the barn. It would provide a warm shelter. He quickly put on his coat and boots and tramped throught the deepening snow to the barn. He opened the doors wide and turned on the light.

But the birds didn't come in.

"Food will bring them in," he thought. So he hurried back to the house for bread crumbs, which he sprinkled on the snow to make a trail into the barn.

To his dismay, the birds ignored the bread crumbs and continued to flop around helplessly in the snow. He tried shooing them into the barn by walking around and waving his arms. They scattered in every direction -- except into the warm, lighted barn.

"They find me a strange and terrifying creature," he said to himself, "and I can't seem to think of any way to let them know they can trust me."

"If only I could be a bird myself for a few minutes, perhaps I could lead them to safety."

Just at that moment, the church bells began to ring. He stood silently for awhile, listening to the bells pealing the glad tidings of Christmas.

Then he sank to his knees in the snow. "Now I understand," he whispered. "Now I see why You had to do it."

~ Author Unknown ~

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on March 31, 2009, 10:42:32 AM
IMPORTANT!!!
Recall Notice

The Maker of all human beings is recalling all units manufactured, regardless of make or year, due to the serious defect in the primary and central component of the heart. This is due to a malfunction in the original prototype units, code named Adam and Eve, resulting in the reproduction of the same defect in all subsequent units. This defect has been technically termed, "Subsequential Internal Non-Morality," or more commonly known as S-I-N, as it is primarily symptomized by loss of moral judgment.

Some other symptoms:

Loss of direction

Foul vocal emissions

Amnesia of origin

Lack of peace and joy

Selfish, or violent, behavior

Depression or confusion in the mental component

Fear

Idolatry


The Manufacturer, who is neither liable or at fault for this defect, is providing factory authorized repair and service, free of charge to correct this SIN defect. The number to call for the recall station in your area is:

P-R-A-Y-E-R. Once connected, please upload your burden of SIN by pressing: R-E-P-E-N-T-A-N-C-E.

Next, download J-E-S-U-S into the heart. No matter how big or small the SIN defect is, the JESUS repair will replace it with:


Love

Joy

Peace

Long-suffering

Gentleness

Goodness

Faith

Meekness

Temperance


Please see operating manual, HOLY BIBLE, for further details on the use of these fixes.

WARNING: Continuing to operate the human unit without correction, voids the Manufacturer's warranty, exposing owner to dangers and problems too numerous to list and will result in the human unit being permanently impounded.

For free emergency service, call on J-E-S-U-S.

DANGER: The human units not receiving this recall action will have to be scrapped in the furnace. The SIN defect must not enter heaven or else heaven will be infected.


~Author: The Creator

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 03, 2009, 10:07:13 AM
THE OLD PATHS

I liked the old paths, when   

Moms were at home.

Dads were at work.   

Brothers went into the army.

And sisters got married BEFORE having children!

 

Crime did not pay;

Hard work did;

And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook;

Dads would work;

Children would behave.

 

Husbands were loving;

Wives were supportive;

And children were polite.

 

Women wore the jewelry;   

And Men wore the pants.

Women looked like ladies;

Men looked like gentlemen;

And children looked decent.

 

People loved the truth,

And hated a lie;

They came to church to get IN,

Not to get OUT!

 

Hymns sounded Godly;

Sermons sounded helpful;

Rejoicing sounded normal;

And crying sounded sincere.

 

Cursing was wicked;   

Drugs were for illness;

And divorce was unthinkable.

 

The flag was honored;

America was beautiful;

And God was welcome!

 

We read the Bible in public;   

Prayed in school;

And preached from house to house

To be called an American was worth dying for;   

To be called a Christian was worth living for;   

To be called a traitor was a shame!

 

Preachers preached because they had a message;

And Christians rejoiced because they had the VICTORY!

Preachers preached from the Bible;

Singers sang from the heart;

And sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED!

 

A new birth meant a new life;

Salvation meant a changed life;

Following Christ led to eternal life.

 

Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God;

Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord;

Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus;   

And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you!

 

Laws were based on the Bible;

Homes read the Bible;

And churches taught the Bible.

 

God was worshiped;

Christ was exalted;   

And the Holy Spirit was respected..

 

Church was where you found Christians

on the Lord's day, rather than in the garden,   

on the creek bank, on the golf course,

Or being entertained somewhere else.

 

I still like the old paths the best!

(Written by a retired minister who lives In Tennessee.)


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 05, 2009, 11:36:15 AM
                                    MAGNOLIAS
   
 I spent the week before my daughter's June wedding running last-minute
trips to the caterer, florist, tuxedo shop, and the church about forty
miles away.
 
 As happy as I was that Patsy was marrying a good Christian young man, I
felt laden with responsibilities as I watched my budget dwindle .. .
 
 So many details, so many bills, and so little time. My son Jack was
away at college, but he said he would be there to walk his younger sister
down the aisle, taking the place of his dad who had died a few years
before. He teased Patsy, saying he'd wanted to give her away since she
was about three years old!
 
 To save money, I gathered blossoms from several friends who had large
magnolia trees. Their luscious, creamy-white blooms and slick green
leaves would make beautiful arrangements against the rich dark wood
inside the church.
 
 After the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding, we banked the
podium area and choir loft with magnolias. As we left just before
midnight, I felt tired but satisfied this would be the best wedding any
bride had ever had! The music, the ceremony, the reception - and
especially the flowers - would be remembered for years.
 
 The big day arrived - the busiest day of my life - and while her
bridesmaids helped Patsy to dress, her fiancé(c) Tim walked with me to
the sanctuary to do a final check. When we opened the door and felt a
rush of hot air, I almost fainted; and then I saw them - all the
beautiful white flowers were black. Funeral black. An electrical storm
during the night had knocked out the air conditioning system, and on that
hot summer day, the flowers had wilted and died.
 
 I panicked, knowing I didn't have time to drive back to our hometown,
gather more flowers, and return in time for the wedding..
 
 Tim turned to me. 'Edna, can you get more flowers? I'll throw away
these dead ones and put fresh flowers in these arrangements.'
 
 I mumbled, 'Sure,' as he be-bopped down the hall to put on his cuff
links.
 
 Alone in the large sanctuary, I looked up at the dark wooden beams in
the arched ceiling. 'Lord,' I prayed, 'please help me. I don't know
anyone in this town. Help me find someone willing to give me flowers - in
a hurry!' I scurried out praying for four things: the blessing of white
magnolias, courage to find them in an unfamiliar yard, safety from any
dog that may bite my leg, and a nice person who would not get out a
shotgun when I asked to cut his tree to shreds.
 
 As I left the church, I saw magnolia trees in the distance. I
approached a house...No dog in sight. I knocked on the door and an older
man answered. So far so good . ..No shotgun. When I stated my plea the
man beamed, 'I'd be happy to!'
 
 He climbed a stepladder and cut large boughs and handed them down to
me. Minutes later, as I lifted the last armload into my car trunk, I
said, 'Sir, you've made the mother of a bride happy today.'
 
 'No, Ma'am,' he said. 'You don't understand what's happening here..'
 
 'What?' I asked.
 
 'You see, my wife of sixty-seven years died on Monday. On Tuesday I
received friends at the funeral home, and on Wednesday .. . . He paused.
I saw tears welling up in his eyes. 'On Wednesday I buried her.' He
looked away. 'On Thursday most of my out-of-town relatives went back
home, and on Friday - yesterday - my children left.'
 
 I nodded.
 
 'This morning,' he continued, 'I was sitting in my den crying out loud.
I miss her so much. For the last sixteen years, as her health got worse,
she needed me. But now nobody needs me. This morning I cried, 'Who needs
an eighty-six-year-old wore-out man? Nobody!' I began to cry louder.
'Nobody needs me!' About that time, you knocked, and said, 'Sir, I need
you.'
 
 I stood with my mouth open.
 
 He asked, 'Are you an angel? The way the light shone around your head
into my dark living room...'
 
 I assured him I was no angel.
 
 He smiled. 'Do you know what I was thinking when I handed you those
magnolias?'
 
 'No.'
 
 'I decided I'm needed. My flowers are needed. Why, I might have a
flower ministry! I could give them to everyone! Some caskets at the
funeral home have no flowers. People need flowers at times like that and
I have lots of them.. They're all over the backyard! I can give them to
hospitals, churches - all sorts of places. You know what I'm going to do?
I'm going to serve the Lord until the day He calls me home!'
 
 I drove back to the church, filled with wonder. On Patsy's wedding day,
if anyone had asked me to encourage someone who was hurting, I would have
said, 'Forget it! It's my only daughter's wedding, for goodness' sake!
There is no way I can minister to anyone today.'
 
 But God found a way. Through dead flowers.
 
 'Life is not the way it's supposed to be. It's the way it is. The way
you cope with it is what makes the difference.'


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 06, 2009, 12:08:18 PM
                                                                       The Eyes Of Love

A grandmother and a little girl whose face was sprinkled with bright red freckles spent the day at the zoo.

The children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.

"You've got so many freckles, there's no place to paint!" a boy in the line cried.
 
Embarrassed, the little girl dropped her head. Her grandmother knelt down next to her. "I love your freckles," she said.
 
"Not me," the girl replied.
 
"Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles" she said, tracing her finger across the child's cheek. "Freckles are beautiful!"

The girl looked up. "Really?" "Of course," said the grandmother. "Why, just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles."

The little girl peered into the old woman's smiling face. "Wrinkles," she answered softly.

-Author Unknown


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 07, 2009, 10:51:56 AM
I Watched


As you got up this morning, I watched you, and hoped you would talk to Me, asking My opinion or thanking Me for something good that happened in your life yesterday.

But I noticed you were too busy, trying to find the right outfit to wear. When you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be a few minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were too busy.

At one point you had to wait fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit in a chair.

Then I saw you spring to your feet. I thought you wanted to talk to Me, but you ran to the phone and called a friend to get the latest gossip instead.

I watched patiently all day long. With all your activities, I guess you were too busy to say anything to Me.

I noticed that before lunch you looked around, maybe you felt embarrassed to talk to Me, that is why you didn't bow your head.

You glanced three or four tables over and you noticed some of your friends talking to Me briefly before they ate, but you didn't.

That's okay. There is still more time left, and I hope that you will talk to Me yet.

You went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do.

After a few of them were done, you turned on the TV. I don't know if you like TV or not, just about anything goes there and you spend a lot of time each day in front of it not thinking about anything, just enjoying the show.

I waited patiently again as you watched the TV and ate your meal, but again you didn't talk to Me.

Bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said goodnight to your family, you plopped into bed and fell asleep in no time.

That's okay, because you may not realize that I am always there for you.

I've got patience, more than you will ever know.

I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well.

I love you so much that I wait every day for a nod, prayer or thought or a thankful part of your heart.

It is hard to have a one-sided conversation.

Well, you are getting up once again. And once again I will wait, with nothing but love for you.

Hoping that today you will give me some time.

Have a nice day!

Your friend,

GOD


By the way, YES, I do love God! He is my Source of existence and Saviour. He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. Without him, I am nothing; but with Him ... "I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me." Phil 4:13

~ Author Unknown ~



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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on April 07, 2009, 12:45:04 PM
AMEN GRAMMYLUV!

When we think about portions of Scripture like Philippians 4:13, we should also be thinking about what a "REASONABLE SERVICE" would be for HIM who gives us all good things. GOD'S WORD gives us instructions for a start:

Romans 12:1-2 ASV  I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service.  2  And be not fashioned according to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, and ye may prove what is the good and acceptable and perfect will of God.


In terms of the word "service", "WORSHIP" is a more appropriate translation in Verse 1. "Service" is a term that's too mild for the circumstances being talked about. "WORSHIP" is the root word, and Paul is talking about what we do for our LIVING GOD - ALMIGHTY GOD - OUR CREATOR. What type and amount of "SERVICE" would be appropriate, reasonable, and acceptable?

We must know that there is NO WAY that we can ever become "JUSTIFIED" before GOD without the shed Blood of JESUS CHRIST on the CROSS. We must also know that our labor, service, or WORSHIP will never be enough to JUSTIFY us. We are JUSTIFIED because of the GRACE and LOVE of GOD through our faith in HIM. SO, our labor, service, and WORSHIP is simply out of hearts of appreciation for what HE'S already done for us. SO, how much is ENOUGH? ENOUGH doesn't exist! Our love and WORSHIP is just a token in comparison to what HE'S done for us!

I thought this was beautiful and wanted to explore it some more. I also want to share so that others can also explore this more.

Romans 8:31-39 ASV  What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who is against us?  32  He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not also with him freely give us all things?  33  Who shall lay anything to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifieth;  34  who is he that condemneth? It is Christ Jesus that died, yea rather, that was raised from the dead, who is at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us.  35  Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or anguish, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?  36  Even as it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; We were accounted as sheep for the slaughter.  37  Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.  38  For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers,  39  nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.


Romans 11:33-36 ASV  O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and the knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past tracing out!  34  For who hath known the mind of the Lord? or who hath been his counsellor?  35  or who hath first given to him, and it shall be recompensed unto him again?  36  For of him, and through him, and unto him, are all things. To him be the glory for ever. Amen.


Ephesians 3:14-21 ASV  For this cause I bow my knees unto the Father,  15  from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named,  16  that he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, that ye may be strengthened with power through his Spirit in the inward man;  17  that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; to the end that ye, being rooted and grounded in love,  18  may be strong to apprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth,  19  and to know the love of Christ which passeth knowledge, that ye may be filled unto all the fulness of God.  20  Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,  21  unto him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus unto all generations for ever and ever. Amen.


Love In Christ,
Tom

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 08, 2009, 11:46:28 AM
Thank you Brother Tom for these verses!  It has been in my mind on my heart this week that many, and I will include myself at times, have a heart that says "What can or will God do for ME" instead of a heart of gratitude for what He HAS already done, so "what can I do for HIM?"  We owe Him our very lives but our selfishness tends to make it all about us instead of all about God!  I am shamed and convicted this week by this revelation and want to turn that around to having a heart, word and actions that glorify Him at all times to the very best of my ability.   ;D


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 08, 2009, 11:51:47 AM
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Do You Love Him?

I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"

~ Author Unknown ~



Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on April 08, 2009, 01:26:27 PM
Thank you Brother Tom for these verses!  It has been in my mind on my heart this week that many, and I will include myself at times, have a heart that says "What can or will God do for ME" instead of a heart of gratitude for what He HAS already done, so "what can I do for HIM?"  We owe Him our very lives but our selfishness tends to make it all about us instead of all about God!  I am shamed and convicted this week by this revelation and want to turn that around to having a heart, word and actions that glorify Him at all times to the very best of my ability.   ;D

Thank you Sister, we share the same feelings. I think it's wonderful that these devotions can lead to much more personal studies that usually provide exactly what we need at that particular time. So, I was really sharing what I needed that was sparked by reading Chicken Soup. It's obviously amazing how GOD'S WORD provides what we need in such a timely manner. Looking at one portion of Scripture leads to another portion and is really never ending - much like a beautiful tapestry woven together by the MASTER'S HANDS. It's more than amazing, rather Supernatural with GOD preparing a spiritual meal for us that is always there in HIS WORD for the taking.

Love In Christ,
Tom

Psalms 68:20 ASV  20  God is unto us a God of deliverances; And unto Jehovah the Lord belongeth escape from death.


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 09, 2009, 12:21:59 PM
It's more than amazing, rather Supernatural with GOD preparing a spiritual meal for us that is always there in HIS WORD for the taking.



I love that!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 09, 2009, 12:23:43 PM
Interesting Thoughts

There once was a man named George Thomas, a pastor in a small New England town. One Easter morning he came to the church carrying a rusty, bent, old birdcage, and set it by the pulpit. Several eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak.

"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming towards me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright.

I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?"

"Just some old birds," came the reply.

"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.

"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time."

"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do then?"

"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."

The pastor was silent for a moment.

"How much do you want for those birds, son?"

"Huh??!!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing -- they ain't even pretty!"

"How much?" the pastor asked again.

The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "10 dollars?"

The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.

The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door and, by softly tapping the bars, persuaded the birds out, setting them free.

Well, that explained the empty birdcage on the pulpit. And then the pastor began to tell this story.

One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting.

"Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"

"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.

Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other; how to hate and abuse each other; how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"

"And what will you do when you get done with them?"Jesus asked.

"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.

"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.

"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you!! You don't want those people!!"

"How much?" He asked again.

Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your tears, and all your blood."

Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage, he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.

~ Author Unknown ~





Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Isn't it funny how we believe what the newspapers say but question what the Bible says.

Isn't it funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says? Or is it scary?

Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.

Isn't it funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace?

Isn't it funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on the Sabbath, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week? Are you laughing?

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me?


'Nobody ever outgrows Scripture; the book widens and deepens with our years.'

~ Charles Haddon Spurgeon ~


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 10, 2009, 10:44:10 AM
The Crucifixion Of Jesus

The shadow of the cross that was raised on Golgotha reaches across the centuries to offer comfort, forgiveness, and hope to us today. The story is almost unbelievable, for it is hard for us to image such love. "God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son" is the message of the golden text of the Bible, John Chapter 3, verse 16. Jesus had to love us beyond measure to give Himself willingly to die for our sins. And we must complete the story of love by loving Him in return.


 Some of the Jewish leaders hated Jesus because He condemned their sins. They did not want to believe the truth He preached, as He urged them to repent and turn back to God. They became jealous of the great crowds that followed Him and believed in Him, and finally decided to get rid of Him by having Him killed.

Since the Jews did not have the right to have a man killed without the approval of the Roman governor, they had to take Jesus to Pilate. At the trial they had no evidence of wrong-doing by Jesus, but put enough pressure on Pilate that he finally agreed to have the soldiers kill Jesus by crucifying Him.

The place where they killed prisoners was outside the city of Jerusalem on a small hill called Golgotha or the place of the skull. Here they laid the cross on the ground while they nailed his hands and feet to it with great spikes. The cross was then lifted and dropped into a hole in the ground. The entire weight of the body tore at the spikes, and the pain was almost beyond endurance. The blood began to pound through the body as the shock of what was happening began to take its toll. As the cells of the body were broken down it became a living death that sometimes lasted for a few hours, and could even last for a few days. Since Jesus had been whipped before they took Him to be crucified, He was already weak from loss of blood. Mercifully, He lived only a few hours on the cross.
 

Even with all the pain, Jesus thought of others rather than Himself. His first words from the cross were, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do". Even though He could have threatened to punish them eternally when they faced Him in judgement, he did not do so. He thought of His mother, who stood by the cross weeping, and asked his beloved friend John to take care of her. On either side of Him there were two thieves crucified with Him. When one of them expressed faith in Jesus, the Saviour answered, "Today shalt thou be with me in paradise". As the terrible afternoon wore on and His pain increased he finally moaned, "I thirst", and was offered vinegar, which He would not drink. God blotted out the sun as if to let us know how black the deed which was being done, and out of that blackness Jesus cried, "My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken me?". His final words expressed his complete surrender to the will of God as He said, "It is finished; Father into Thy hands I commend my spirit". He then bowed His head and died.

Even the earth could not accept the death of its Creator and Master without showing grief. There was a great earthquake which shook the countryside and made all people afraid. The only fear which we need to have, however, is that of refusing the love He showed in dying for us. The theme of our lives ought to be, "I'll live for Him who died for me, how happy then my soul shall be. I'll live for Him who died for me, my Saviour and my God".

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 12, 2009, 11:15:29 AM
The Trouble Tree

The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start.

While I drove him home, he sat in stoney silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.

After opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles, and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward, he walked me to my car. We passed the tree, and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning, I pick them up again."

"Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."


~Author unknown~

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 13, 2009, 11:50:19 AM
The Tattooed Stranger

He was kind of scary. He sat there on the grass with his cardboard sign, his adorable dog and tattoos running up and down both arms an even on his neck. His sign proclaimed him to be "stuck and hungry" and to please help.

I'm such a soft touch for anyone needing help. My husband both hates and loves this quality in me.

I pulled the van over and in my rearview mirror contemplated this man, tattoos and all. He was youngish, maybe forty. He wore one of those bandannas ties over his head, biker/pirate style. Anyone could see he was dirty and had a scraggly beard. But if you looked closer you could see that he had neatly tucked in the black T-shirt, and his things were in a small, tidy bundle. Nobody was stopping for him. I could see the other drivers take one look and immediately focus on something else — anything else.

It was so hot out. I could see in the man's very blue eyes how dejected and tired and worn out he felt. The sweat was tricking down his face. As I sat with the air- conditioning blowing, the Scripture suddenly popped into my head. "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these, my brethren, so ye have done it unto me."

I reached down into my purse and extracted a $10 bill. My 12-year-old son, Nick, knew right away what I was doing. "Can I take it to him, Mom?"

"Be careful, honey," I warned and handed him the money. I watched in the mirror as he rushed over to the man, and with a shy smile, handed it to him. I saw the man, startled, stand and take the money, putting it into his back pocket. "Good," I thought to myself, "now he will at least have a hot meal tonight." I felt satisfied, proud of myself. I had made a sacrifice and now I could go on with my errands.

When Nick got back into the car, he looked at me with sad, pleading eyes. "Mom, his dog looks so hot and the man is really nice." I knew I had to do more.

"Go back and tell him to stay there, that we will be back in 15 minutes," I told Nick. He bounded out of the van and ran to tell the tattooed stranger.

We then ran to the nearest store and bought our gifts carefully. "It can't be too heavy," I explained to the children. "He has to be able to carry it around with him." We finally settled on our purchases. A bag of dog food, a flavored chew toy shaped like a bone, some doggie snacks, two bottles of water (one for him and one for the dog), a water dish and some people snacks for the man.

We rushed back to the spot where we had left him and there he was, still waiting. And still nobody else had stopped for him. With hands shaking, I grabbed our bags and climbed out of the car, all 4 of my children following me, each carrying gifts. As we walked up to him, I had a fleeting moment of fear, hoping he wasn't a serial killer.

I looked into his eyes and saw something that startled me and made me ashamed of my judgment. I saw tears. He was fighting like a little boy to hold back his tears. How long had it been since someone showed this man kindness? I told him I hoped it wasn't too heavy for him to carry and showed him what we had bought. He just stood there, like a child at Christmas, and I felt like my small contributions were so inadequate. When I took out the water dish, he snatched it out of my hands as if it were solid gold and told me he had had no way to give his dog water. He gingerly set it down, filled it with the bottled water we brought, and stood up to look directly into my eyes. His were so blue, so intense, and my own filled with tears as he said, "Ma'am, I don't know what to say." He then put both hands on his bandanna-clad head and just started to cry. This man, this "scary" man, was so gentle, so sweet, so humble.

I smiled through my tears and said, "Don't say anything." Then I noticed the tattoo on his neck. It said, "Mama tried."

As we all piled into the van and drove away, he was on his knees, arms around his dog, kissing his nose and smiling. I waved cheerfully and then finally broke down in tears.

I have so much. My worries seem so trivial and petty now. I have a home, a loving husband and four beautiful children. I have a bed. I wondered where he would sleep tonight.

My stepdaughter Brandie turned to me and said in the sweetest little-girl voice, "I feel so good."

Although it seemed as if we had helped him, the man with the tattoos gave us a gift that I will never forget. He taught that no matter what the outside looks like, inside each of us is a human being deserving of kindness, of compassion, of acceptance. He opened his heart.

Tonight and every night I will pray for the gentle man with the tattoos and his dog. And I will hope that God will send more people like him into my life to remind me what's really important.

If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? 1 John 3:17


- Source Unknown

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 14, 2009, 12:27:16 PM
I'll never forget Easter 1946. I was 14, my little sister Ocy was 12, and my older sister Darlene 16. We lived at home with our mother, and the four of us knew what it was to do without many things. My dad had died five years before, leaving Mom with seven school kids to raise and no money.

By 1946 my older sisters were married and my brothers had left home. A month before Easter the pastor of our church announced that a special Easter offering would be taken to help a poor family. He asked everyone to save and give sacrificially.

When we got home, we talked about what we could do. We decided to buy 50 pounds of potatoes and live on them for a month. This would allow us to save $20 of our grocery money for the offering. When we thought that if we kept our electric lights turned out as much as possible and didn't listen to the radio, we'd save money on that month's electric bill. Darlene got as many house and yard cleaning jobs as possible, and both of us babysat for everyone we could. For 15 cents we could buy enough cotton loops to make three pot holders to sell for $1.

We made $20 on pot holders. That month was one of the best of our lives.

Every day we counted the money to see how much we had saved. At night we'd sit in the dark and talk about how the poor family was going to enjoy having the money the church would give them. We had about 80 people in church, so figured that whatever amount of money we had to give, the offering would surely be 20 times that much. After all, every Sunday the pastor had reminded everyone to save for the sacrificial offering.

The day before Easter, Ocy and I walked to the grocery store and got the manager to give us three crisp $20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change. We ran all the way home to show Mom and Darlene. We had never had so much money before.

That night we were so excited we could hardly sleep. We didn't care that we wouldn't have new clothes for Easter; we had $70 for the sacrificial offering.

We could hardly wait to get to church! On Sunday morning, rain was pouring. We didn't own an umbrella, and the church was over a mile from our home, but it didn't seem to matter how wet we got. Darlene had cardboard in her shoes to fill the holes. The cardboard came apart, and her feet got wet.

But we sat in church proudly. I heard some teenagers talking about the Smith girls having on their old dresses. I looked at them in their new clothes, and I felt rich.

When the sacrificial offering was taken, we were sitting on the second row from the front. Mom put in the $10 bill, and each of us kids put in a $20.

As we walked home after church, we sang all the way. At lunch Mom had a surprise for us. She had bought a dozen eggs, and we had boiled Easter eggs with our fried potatoes! Late that afternoon the minister drove up in his car. Mom went to the door, talked with him for a moment, and then came back with an envelope in her hand. We asked what it was, but she didn't say a word. She opened the envelope and out fell a bunch of money. There were three crisp $20 bills, one $10 and seventeen $1 bills.

Mom put the money back in the envelope. We didn't talk, just sat and stared at the floor. We had gone from feeling like millionaires to feeling like poor white trash. We kids had such a happy life that we felt sorry for anyone who didn't have our Mom and Dad for parents and a house full of brothers and sisters and other kids visiting constantly. We thought it was fun to share silverware and see whether we got the spoon or the fork that night.

We had two knifes that we passed around to whoever needed them. I knew we didn't have a lot of things that other people had, but I'd never thought we were poor.

That Easter day I found out we were. The minister had brought us the money for the poor family, so we must be poor. I didn't like being poor. I looked at my dress and worn-out shoes and felt so ashamed--I didn't even want to go back to church. Everyone there probably already knew we were poor!

I thought about school. I was in the ninth grade and at the top of my class of over 100 students. I wondered if the kids at school knew that we were poor. I decided that I could quit school since I had finished the eighth grade. That was all the law required at that time. We sat in silence for a long time.

Then it got dark, and we went to bed. All that week, we girls went to school and came home, and no one talked much. Finally on Saturday, Mom asked us what we wanted to do with the money. What did poor people do with money? We didn't know. We'd never known we were poor. We didn't want to go to church on Sunday, but Mom said we had to. Although it was a sunny day, we didn't talk on the way.

Mom started to sing, but no one joined in and she only sang one verse. At church we had a missionary speaker. He talked about how churches in Africa made buildings out of sun dried bricks, but they needed money to buy roofs. He said $100 would put a roof on a church. The minister said, "Can't we all sacrifice to help these poor people?" We looked at each other and smiled for the first time in a week.

Mom reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope. She passed it to Darlene. Darlene gave it to me, and I handed it to Ocy. Ocy put it in the offering.

When the offering was counted, the minister announced that it was a little over $100. The missionary was excited. He hadn't expected such a large offering from our small church. He said, "You must have some rich people in this church." Suddenly it struck us! We had given $87 of that "little over $100."

We were the rich family in the church! Hadn't the missionary said so? From that day on I've never been poor again. I've always remembered how rich I am because I have Jesus!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 15, 2009, 10:41:03 AM
A COMMITTED ATHEIST

There was a professor of philosophy at USC who was a deeply committed atheist. His primary goal for one required class was to spend the entire semester attempting to prove that God couldn't exist. 

His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic. 

For twenty years he had taught this class and no one had ever had the courage to go against him. Sure, some had argued in class at times, but no one had ever *really gone against him* (you will see what I mean later). Noboby would go against him because he had a reputation. 
                               
At the end of every semester, on the last day he would say to the class of 300  students, "If there is anyone here who still believes in God, stand up !" 

In twenty years, nobody ever stood up. They knew what he was going to do next.

He would say, "Because anyone who believes in God is a fool. If God existed, he could stop this piece of chalk from hitting the ground and breaking. Such a simple task to prove he is God, and yet he can't do it." 

And every year he would drop the chalk onto the tile floor of the classroom and it would shatter into a hundred pieces. All the students were convinced that God couldn't exist. Certainly a number of Christians had slipped through, but for 20 years they had been too afraid to stand up. 

Well, a few years ago there was a freshman who happened to get enrolled in  the class. He was a Christian, and had heard the stories about this professor. He had to take the class because it was one of the required classes for his major. And he was afraid. But for three months that semester he prayed that he would have the courage to stand up no matter what the professor said or what the class thought. Nothing they said or did could ever shatter his faith, he hoped. 
                               
Finally, the day came. The professor said, "If there is anyone here who still believes in God, stand up!" The professor, and the class of 300 people looked at him, shocked, as he stood up at the back of the room.   

The professor shouted, "YOU FOOL! If nothing I have said all semester has convinced you that God doesn't exist, then you are a fool! If God existed, he could keep this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground!" 

He proceeded to drop the chalk, but as he did it slipped out of his fingers, off his shirt cuff, onto the pleats of his pants, down his leg, and off his shoe. And as it hit the ground it simply rolled away, unbroken. The professor's jaw dropped as he stared at the chalk. He looked up at the young man and then ran out of the lecture hall. 
   
The young man who stood up proceeded to walk to the front of the room and shared his faith in Jesus for the next half hour. 300 students stayed and listened as he told of God's love for them and of his power through Jesus. 

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 16, 2009, 11:56:50 AM
Angels Once in a While

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone.

The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave 15 dollars a week to buy groceries.

Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.

I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress. I loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed, crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything.

I had to have a job. Still no luck.

The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour and I could start that night.

I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.

That night when little ones and I knelt to say our prayers we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-fully half of what I averaged every night.

As the weeks went by, heating bills added another strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.

One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. I made a deal with the owner of the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.

I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys.

Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.

On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning I hurried to the car.

I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake up before I managed to get home and get the presents from the basement and place them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by the side of the road down by the dump.)

It was still dark and I couldn't see much, but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car-or was that just a trick of the night? Something certainly looked different, but it was hard to tell what. When I reached the car I peered warily into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in amazement. My old battered Chevy was full-full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, scrambled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat
Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was a whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes: There were candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was a whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.

As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning. Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 17, 2009, 11:52:27 AM
All He Had To Offer

Here is a story, reported to be true, about a nine-year-old boy who lived in a rural town in Tennessee.

His house was in a poor area of the community. A church there had a bus Ministry that came knocking on his door one Saturday afternoon.

The child came to answer the door and greeted the bus Pastor. The bus Pastor asked if his parents were home and the small boy told him that his parents take off every weekend and leave him at home to take care of his little brother.

The bus Pastor could not believe what the child said and asked him to repeat it.

The youngster gave the same answer and the bus Pastor asked to come in and talk with him. They went into the living room and sat down on an old couch with the foam and springs exposed. The bus Pastor asked the child, "Where do you go to church?"

The young boy surprised the visitor by replying, "I've never been to church in my whole life." The bus Pastor thought to himself about the fact that his church was less than three miles from the child's house.

"Are you sure you have never been to church?" he asked again. "I'm sure I haven't, " came his answer.

Then the bus Pastor said, "Well, son, more important than going to church, have you ever heard the greatest love story ever told?" and then he proceeded to share the Gospel with this little nine-year-old boy.

The young lad's heart began to be tenderized and at the end of the bus pastor's story, the bus Pastor asked if the boy wanted to receive this free gift from God.

The youngster exclaimed, "OF COURSE!" The child and the bus Pastor got on their knees and the lad invited Jesus into his little heart and received the free gift of salvation.

They both stood up and the bus Pastor asked if he could pick the child up for church the next morning. "Sure," the nine year old replied.

The bus Pastor got to the house early the next morning and found the lights off.

He let himself in, snaked his way through the house, and found the little boy asleep in his bed. He woke up the little boy and his brother and helped get them dressed. They got on the bus and ate a doughnut for breakfast on their way to church.

Keep in mind that this boy had never been to church before. The church was a real big one. The little child just sat there, clueless of what was going on. A few minutes into the service, these tall unhappy guys walked down to the front and picked up some wooden plates.

One of the men prayed and the child, with utter fascination, watched them walk up and down the aisles. He still did not know what was going on. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it hit the child what was taking place.

These people must be giving money to Jesus. He then reflected on the free gift of life he had received just twenty-four hours earlier. He immediately searched his pockets, front and back, and could not find a thing to give Jesus.

By this time the offering plate was being passed down his aisle and, with a broken heart, he just grabbed the plate and held on to it. He finally let go and watched it pass on down the aisle. He turned around to see it passed down the aisle behind him. And then his eyes remained glued on  the plate as it was passed back and forth, back and forth all the way to the rear of the sanctuary.

Then he had an idea. This little nine-year-old boy, in front of God and everybody, got up out of his seat. He walked about eight rows back, grabbed the usher by the coat, and asked to hold the plate one more time.

Then he did the most astounding thing I have ever heard of.

He took the plate, sat it on the carpeted church floor, and stepped into the center of it. As he stood there, he lifted his little head up and said, "Jesus, I don't have anything to give you today, but just me.

I give you me!"

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 19, 2009, 09:58:38 AM
If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

If tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;

I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;

But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,

In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,

A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,

So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,

The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,

Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,

That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,

I might miss, come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,

I felt so much at home,
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne.
He said, "This is eternity,

And all I've promised you."
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,

But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful,

So trusting and so true,
Though there were times you did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven

And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me,

Don't think we're far apart.
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.


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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 20, 2009, 10:41:22 AM
Dark Candle

A man had a little daughter -- an only and much-beloved child. He lived for her -- she was his life. So when Shem became ill and her illness resisted the efforts of them best obtainable physicians, he became like a man possessed, moving heaven and earth to bring about her restoration to health. His best efforts proved unavailing and the child died.

The father was totally irreconcilable. He became a bitter recluse, shutting himself away from his many friends and refusing every activity that might restore his poise and bring him back to his normal self. But one night he had a dream. He was in Heaven, and was witnessing a grand pageant of all the little child angels. They were marching in an apparently endless line past the Great White Throne.

Every white-robed angelic child carried a candle. He noticed that one child's candle was not lighted. Then he saw that the child with the dark candle was his own little girl. Rushing to her, while the pageant faltered, he seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and then asked: "How is it, darling that your candle alone is unlighted? "Father, they often re-light it, but your tears always put it out." Just then he awoke from his dream.

The lesson was crystal clear, and its effects were immediate. From that hour on he was not a recluse, but mingled freely and cheerfully with his former friends and associates. No longer would his darling's candle be extinguished by his useless tears.

"For You have delivered my soul from death. Have you not kept my feet from falling, That I may walk before God In the LIGHT of the living?" (Psalms 56:13NKJ) Jesus Loves You!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on April 20, 2009, 04:36:12 PM
AMEN!  -  BEAUTIFUL!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 23, 2009, 09:23:58 AM
An old preacher was dying. He sent a message for his doctor and his lawyer, both church members, to come to his home.

When they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom. As they entered the room the preacher held out his hands and motioned for them to sit, one on each side of his bed. The preacher grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at the ceiling. For a time, no one said anything.

Both the doctor and the lawyer were touched and flattered that the preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled; the preacher had never given them any indication that he particularly liked either of them. They both remembered his many long, uncomfortable sermons about greed, covetousness and avaricious behavior that made them squirm in their seats.

Finally, the doctor said, "Preacher, why did you ask us to come?" The old preacher mustered up his strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves ... and that's how I want to go."

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on April 23, 2009, 11:14:31 PM
An old preacher was dying. He sent a message for his doctor and his lawyer, both church members, to come to his home.

When they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom. As they entered the room the preacher held out his hands and motioned for them to sit, one on each side of his bed. The preacher grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at the ceiling. For a time, no one said anything.

Both the doctor and the lawyer were touched and flattered that the preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled; the preacher had never given them any indication that he particularly liked either of them. They both remembered his many long, uncomfortable sermons about greed, covetousness and avaricious behavior that made them squirm in their seats.

Finally, the doctor said, "Preacher, why did you ask us to come?" The old preacher mustered up his strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves ... and that's how I want to go."

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 ;D   ;D   ;D   ;D  ROFL! - You're killin' me.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on April 24, 2009, 09:26:53 AM
Katherine was having a bad day and luckily a good friend and accountability partner of hers, Mary, noticed and wanted to talk about it.

They were talking about her feeling of loneliness. Katherine just really didn't feel special to anyone, but she knew that God was special through her to many people everyday. She knew God loved her, but she just desired to know that someone on earth loved her for who she is.

Then a man came into the room in which they were speaking. He threw some trash away and left. The two women continued their conversation and the man returned to throw more trash away.

Katherine noticed the man this time. He was about 6'4", with crystal blue eyes, and golden curls on his head. She remarked that she really liked his hair. The man laughed and then he told Katherine of how much he used to hate his hair-how he permed it straight once, and by 24 hours it was curly again...Katherine laughed with him because she also struggled with her wavy hair and freckles. He commented that he liked her freckles and her eyes.

Katherine asked her new friend what his name was. He replied that it was Howard. He was just visiting the area for the day and he would soon return home to England. Katherine told him that she used to live in England and they began to speak of how the cultures differed. He remarked that most English people were introverts and that it took a while for them to be comfortable talking with strangers.

Mary watched this whole conversation and she and Katherine were sad to see Howard go when his friend came down to find him. Howard said he was glad to have met the two ladies and he gave them each 2 kisses-one on each cheek, as he parted.

Katherine and Mary giggled about this "chance" encounter and then Mary really spoke to Katherine's heart....She said, "Katherine, don't you realize that was exactly what you needed? (Katherine was beaming and obviously in a much better mood than before she met Howard)...Howard did not even know you, yet you took the time to tell a total stranger that you liked something about him. It was your spirit he was attracted to and that led the two of you into a conversation...all those little things (the things God has blessed you with to make you the unique person that you are) Howard noticed and complimented you on.. He also touched you and God knows that touch is special to you....He spoke of how introverted British people are, yet look at how un-introverted he was....Katherine, Howard was a gift from God."

Katherine felt a warm smile creep up from the bottom of her heart as she realized that Howard looked just like what she always pictured angels to look like, he did give her an innocent kiss (and she hadn't been kissed in a long time), and he did really make her feel special and loved for who she is, and so she thanked God right then and there for her friend, "Howard the angel."

Call it coincidence, or call it a spiritual encounter...I for one, know that angels are among us....God sends angels to work through people who love Him and who have been called according to His purpose to those who are sensitive to the Spirit, and I am SO glad He does.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 02, 2009, 11:17:24 AM
Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone
To have a deep soul relationship with another
To be loved thoroughly and exclusively 


But, God, to a Christian says: No, not until you are satisfied, filled and content with being loved by Me alone with giving yourself totally and unreservedly to Me alone discovering that only in Me is your satisfaction to be found will you be capable of the perfect human relationship that I have planned for you. 

You will never be united with one another until you are united with Me. Exclusively for anyone or anything else Exclusively for any other desires or longings I want you to stop wishing and allow Me to give you the most thrilling plan existing 

One that you cannot imagine I want you to have the best. Please allow Me to bring it to you.
You must keep watching Me, expecting the greatest things. Keep experiencing the satisfaction that I am, keep learning the things that I want to tell you. You just wait, wait. That’s all.

Don’t be anxious.
Don’t worry
Don’t look around at the things that others have gotten or that I have given them
Don’t look at the things you think you want

You just keep looking off and away to Me, or you’ll miss what I want to show you , and when you are ready I will surprise you with a love more beautiful than you could dream of. You see, until you are ready and until the one I have for you is ready, You will never be able to experience the great love that is waiting for you (I am working even at this very moment to have both of you ready at the same time)

Until you are both satisfied with Me and the life I’ve prepared for you, you won’t be able to experience the love that exemplifies your relationship with Me, and this is the perfect love.
And dear one, I want you to have the most wonderful love. I want you to see in the flesh a picture of your relationship with Me and enjoy materially and concretely the everlasting union of beauty, and perfection and love that I offer you with Myself.

Know that I love you utterly 
I am God ………
Believe it and be satisfied.



"Be Still and know that I am God" - Psalm 46:10

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 07, 2009, 10:01:59 AM
I AM GOD

My children, I am the Creator of ALL, and ALL power originates with ME! There is no power in heaven or on earth that is able to thwart My purposes for your life as you yield to Me. NONE!

Have I not promised that as you seek Me, you will find Me, when you seek Me with all of your heart? Have I not said to ask, and you will receive? Ask then, and let your hearts run wild and your imagination run vagabond, for you cannot plumb the depths of My planning and provision for My own.

Does not My Word promise that if you seek My kingdom and My righteousness, all else that is needed will be supplied? There is no need that I cannot meet, so long as you look to Me to do so. There is no problem for which I cannot provide a solution. There is no wound so deep that I cannot heal; and no situation for which there is no remedy. I AM GOD, IS ANYTHING TOO DIFFICULT FOR ME?!

I ask of you your all, not some random portion of your affection. I seek to have precedence over every area of your life. I, and I alone am to reign supreme in your life. Yet I would remind you that I have offered to you My all. Yes, for I have made available to you ALL that is needed to walk in victory and to truly reign in this life. ALL power, ALL wisdom...all that is needed is readily available through My Holy Spirit.

Do you lack anything? Then come to Me, and I will fill you to overflowing; and in so doing, will satisfy the deepest longings of your soul. True fulfillment is found in Me alone.

Hold Me not at arms length, but rather come into My embrace, for I wait with arms open wide. I love you as none other could, and I long to lavish My love upon you.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 08, 2009, 12:44:05 PM
Happy Mothers Day
Submitted by (anonymous)



 A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job or are you just a......?"

"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.

"I'm a Mom."

"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it," said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."

"What is your occupation?" she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.
                                             
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."
                                             
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern.

I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."

Motherhood! What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title on the door.
                                                   
Does this make grandmothers "Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations" and great-grandmothers "Executive Senior Research Associates"?
                                                 
I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants".  Please send this to another Mom, Grandmother, Aunt, and other friends you know.
                                           
May your troubles be less, your blessings be more and nothing but happiness come through your door!

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: nChrist on May 08, 2009, 01:09:13 PM
Quote
Grammyluv Said:

Motherhood! What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title on the door.
                                                   
Does this make grandmothers "Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations" and great-grandmothers "Executive Senior Research Associates"?
                                                 
I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants".  Please send this to another Mom, Grandmother, Aunt, and other friends you know.
                                           
May your troubles be less, your blessings be more and nothing but happiness come through your door!

AMEN!

Sister Yvette, I can honestly say that I wouldn't be here without my MOTHER! I give THANKS for her and all MOTHERS!
To all MOTHERS, GRANDMOTHERS, AND GREAT-GRANDMOTHERS:

GIVE YOURSELF A PAT ON THE BACK!

YOUR CHILDREN APPRECIATE YOU!

AND GOD APPRECIATES YOU!


Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 09, 2009, 12:15:13 PM
A Gift of Love

"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked.

When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.

Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.

He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy ... called me a freak."

He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. "But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

The boy's father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? "I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured," the doctor decided.

Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by.

Then, "You are going to the hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret," said the father.

The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs. Later he married and entered the diplomatic service.

"But I must know!" He urged his father, "Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him."

"I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement was that you are not to know ... not yet."

The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come ... one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mother's casket.

Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother had no outer ears.

"Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," he whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought Mother less beautiful, did they?"

Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what that can be seen, but what that cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known.

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Title: Re: Chicken Soup
Post by: HisDaughter on May 12, 2009, 11:45:41 AM
Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of John Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out patients at the clinic.

One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old, I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face--lopsided from swelling, red and raw.

Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning." He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success, no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face...I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments..." For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning."

I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us.

"No thank you. I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag.

When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury. He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was preface with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going.

At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him.

When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind."

I told him he was welcome to come again.

On his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m. and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.

In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden. Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious. When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning.

"Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!"

Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear. I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.

Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse. As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, If this were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had! My friend changed my mind.

"I ran short of pots," she explained, "and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden."

She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven.

"Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He won't mind starting in this small body."

All this happened long ago -- and now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.

The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, b