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[HisDaughter]

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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...

[nChrist]

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...

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.

[HisDaughter]

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!

[HisDaughter]

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'

[HisDaughter]

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!

[HisDaughter]

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!

[HisDaughter]

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.

[HisDaughter]

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. 

[HisDaughter]

 

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! 

 

[HisDaughter]

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!

[HisDaughter]

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.

[HisDaughter]

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.

[David_james]

That message is misleading. You are written in the second you accept Jesus.

[HisDaughter]

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

[HisDaughter]

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!!