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Footprints In The Sand
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FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND
Last nightdreamed I was walking along
the beach with
the Lord Many scenes from my life
flashed across the
sky. In each scene I noticed FOOTPRINTS
IN THE SAND.
Sometimes there were Two sets of
FOOTPRINTS Other
times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that
during the
low periods of my life,
When I was suffering from anguish,
sorrow or defeat,
I could see only One set of FOOTPRINTS.
So I said to the Lord, "You promised me
Lord That if
I followed You, You would walk with me
always But I
noticed that during the most trying
periods Of my
life, there has been only
One set of FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND.
Why, when I have needed You most, You
have not been
there for me?" THE LORD REPLIED,
"The Years When you have seen only One
set of
FOOTPRINTS, my child, IS WHEN I CARRIED
YOU."
love- pat
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I like being friends with you
I like being friends with you.
I like laughing together about
silly things that can happen.
I like knowing that I can cry
with you - even if it's just
because I feel like it.
I like talking to you and
sharing the precious little
details of our life's greatest
moments and being able to share
our disappointments and figure
out our problems together.
I really, truly love our friendship
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Precious Memories
You can't buy precious memories
With silver or with gold,
They come to us without a price
As the years of life unfold.
I've longed for many things in life,
some with hidden thorns of pain.
Knowing what was best for me,
God sent both sunshine and rain.
Hard times teach us to appreciate
Good times when they come along,
If all of life was fun and pleasure,
How could we ever grow strong?
God in His infinite wisdom
has given me many good years,
taught me to suffer with others,
to feel their sorrows and tears.
So if you want precious memories
As the years of life unfold,
Learn how to love one another,
It's worth more than silver or gold.
Omega Watson Wagner
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Don't Laugh At Me
I'm a little boy playing, the one they
call the geek
A little girl who never smile, cause
I've got braces
on my teeth And know how it feels, to
cry myself to
sleep I'm that kid on every play ground,
who's always
chosen last A pregnant teenage mother,
trying to over
come my past You don't have to be my
friend, but is
it to much to ask... Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes, were all the same
Someday will all have perfect wings
Don't laught at me
I'm the cripple on the corner, you pass
me on the
street I wouldn't be out here begging,
if I had
enough to eat Don't think that I don't
notice, that
our eyes never meet I lost me wife and
little boy,
someone crossed that yellow line The day
we laid them
in the ground, is the day I lost my mind
Right now
I'm down to holding, this little card
board sign
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes, were all the same
Someday will all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall,
I'm deaf, I'm
blind, hey aren't we all...
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes, were all the same
Someday will all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me...
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To My Son Trahvon
You have a baby such a bundle of joy,
You find out your pregnant will it be
a girl or boy? You eat so very healthy
make sure to get your rest,oh so very
determinedto make pregnancy your best!
Not even one negative thought given to
what your child may be liked,just
thought
out every out every day and night.So
this
child is born such a wonderful gift,but
now
its not that easy as your each and every
wish.
You begin to see many problems with this
child
God brought you,you discover he'll be
special
needs and you must learn to see his
views.So now
each days a struggle you think what more
could go
wrong> for your this childs mother in
your heart you
must be strong.Your are his advocate
each step of the
way,and still can share those smiles
each and every
day!!!!
mommie loves you !!!!
Written by
Merri
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"THIS MOMENT"
I may never see tomorrow;
there's no written guarantee,
And things that happened yesterday
belong to history,
I cannot predict the future,
I cannot change the past,
I have just the present moment, I must
treat it as my
last,
I must use this moment wisely for it
soon will pass
away, and be lost to me forever as part
of yesterday,
I must exercise compassion, help the
fallen to their
feet, Be a friend unto the friendless,
make an empty
life complete,
The unkind things I do today may never
be undone, And
friendships that I fail to win may
nevermore be won,
I may not have another chance on bended
knee to pray,
And thank God with humble heart for
giving me this
day.
- Unknow
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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.
Families 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.
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"What I've learned in Life"
**I've learned that no matter how much I
care, some
people just don't care back.
**I've learned that no matter how good a
person is,
they're going to hurt you every once in
a while, and
you must forgive them for that.
**I've learned that money is a lousy way
of keeping
score.
**I've learned that talking can ease
emotional pains.
**I've learned that it takes years to
build up trust,
and only seconds to destroy it.
**I've learned that true friendship
continues to
grow, even over the longest distance.
**I've learned that you can do something
in an
instant that will give you a heartache
for life.
**I've learned that it's not what you
have in your
life, but who you have in your life.
**I've learned that good friends are
family members
that we are allowed to choose.
**I've learned that we don't have to
change friends
if we understand that friends change.
**I've learned that the people you care
most about in
life are taken from you too soon.
**I've learned that you should always
leave loved
ones with loving words. It may be the
last time you
see them.
**I've learned that our background and
circumstances
may have influenced who we are, but we
are
responsible for ourselves.
**I've learned that you shouldn't
compare yourself to
the best others can do, but to the best
you can do.
**I've learned that it's not where I am
that is
important. It's where I am going.
**I've learned that no matter how thin
you slice it,
there are always two sides.
**I've learned that it takes a long time
to become
the person I want to be.
**I've learned that it's a lot easier to
react than
it is to think.
**I've learned that you can keep going
long after you
think you cannot.
**I've learned that either you control
your attitude,
or it controls you.
**I've learned that heroes are the
people who do what
has to be done when it needs to be done,
regardless
of the consequences.
**I've learned that patience takes alot
of practice.
**I've learned that there are people who
love you
dearly, but just don't know how to show
it.
**I've learned that my best friend and I
can do
anything or nothing and have the best
time.
**I've learned that sometimes the people
you expect
to kick you when you're down will be the
ones to help
you get back up.
**I've learned that there is more of my
parents in me
that I thought.
**I've learned 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've learned that just because someone
doesn't love
you the way you want him/her to doesn't
mean s/he
doesn't love you with all s/he has.
**I've learned 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've learned that you should never
tell a child
his/her dreams are unlikely or
outlandish. Few things
are more humiliating, and what a tragedy
it would be
if s/he believed it.
**I've learned that it isn't always
enough to be
forgiven by someone else. Sometimes you
have to learn
to forgive yourself.
**I've learned that no matter how bad
your heart is
broken, the world doesn't stop for your
grief.
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A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY
She was six years old when I first met
her on the
beach near where I live. I drive to this
beach, a
distance of three or four miles,
whenever the world
begins to close in on me. She was
building a
sandcastle or something and looked up,
her eyes as
blue as the sea.
"Hello," she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the
mood to
bother with a small child.
"I'm building," she said.
"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not
caring.
"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel
of sand."
"That sounds good, I thought, and
slipped off my
shoes. A sandpiper glided by.
"That's a joy," the child said.
"It's a what?"
"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers
come to bring us
joy." The bird went glissading down the
beach.
"Good-bye joy," I muttered to myself,
"hello pain,"
and turned to walk on. I was depressed;
my life
seemed completely out of balance.
"What's your name?" She wouldn't give
up.
"Ruth," I answered. "I'm Ruth Peterson."
"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."
"Hi, Wendy."
She giggled. "You're funny," she said.
In spite of my
gloom I laughed too and walked on. Her
musical giggle
followed me.
"Come again, Mrs. P," she called. "We'll
have another
happy day."
The days and weeks that followed belong
to others: a
group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA
meetings, and an
ailing mother. The sun was shining one
morning as I
took my hands out of the dishwater. "I
need a
sandpiper," I said to myself, gathering
up my coat.
The ever-changing balm of the seashore
awaited me.
The breeze was chilly, but I strode
along, trying to
recapture the serenity I needed. I had
forgotten the
child and was startled when she
appeared.
"Hello, Mrs. P," she said. "Do you want
to play?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked,
with a twinge
of annoyance.
"I don't know, you say."
"How about charades?" I asked
sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again.
"I don't
know what that is."
"Then let's just walk." Looking at her,
I noticed the
delicate fairness of her face. "Where do
you live?" I
asked.
"Over there." She pointed toward a row
of summer
cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter.
"Where do you go to school?"
"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're
on vacation."
She chattered little girl talk as we
strolled up the
beach, but my mind was on other things.
When I left
for home, Wendy said it had been a happy
day. Feeling
surprisingly better, I smiled at her and
agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach
in a state of
near panic. I was in no mood to even
greet Wendy. I
thought I saw her mother on the porch
and felt like
demanding she keep her child at home.
"Look, if you don't mind," I said
crossly when Wendy
caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone
today."
She seems unusually pale and out of
breath. "Why?"
she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, "Because my
mother
died!" and thought, my God, why was I
saying this to
a little child?
"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a
bad day."
"Yes, and yesterday and the day before
and-oh, go
away!"
"Did it hurt?
"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with
her, with
myself.
"When she died?" "Of course it hurt!" I
snapped,
misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself.
I strode off.
A month or so after that, when I next
went to the
beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty,
ashamed and
admitting to myself I missed her, I went
up to the
cottage after my walk and knocked at the
door. A
drawn looking young woman with
honey-colored hair
opened the door.
"Hello," I said. "I'm Ruth Peterson. I
missed your
little girl today and wondered where she
was."
"Oh yes, Mrs. Peterson, please come in"
"Wendy talked
of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her
to bother
you. If she was a nuisance, please,
accept my
apologies."
"Not at all-she's a delightful child," I
said,
suddenly realizing that I meant it.
"Where is she?"
"Wendy died last week, Mrs. Peterson.
She had
leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you."
Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. My
breath caught.
"She loved this beach; so when she asked
to come, we
couldn't say no. She seemed so much
better here and
had a lot of what she called happy days.
But the last
few weeks, she declined rapidly..." her
voice
faltered. "She left something for
you...if only I can
find it. Could you wait a moment while I
look?"
I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for
something,
anything, to say to this lovely young
woman. She
handed me a smeared envelope, with MRS.
P printed in
bold, childish letters. Inside was a
drawing in
bright crayon hues-a yellow beach, a
blue sea, and a
brown bird. Underneath was carefully
printed: A
SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart
that had
almost forgotten to love opened wide. I
took Wendy's
mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm
sorry, I'm so
sorry," I muttered over and over, and we
wept
together. The precious little picture is
framed now
and hangs in my study. Six words- one
for each year
of her life-
that speak to me of harmony, courage,
undemanding
love. A gift from a child with sea-blue
eyes and hair
the color of sand---who taught me the
gift of love.
NOTE: I hope you had a few Kleenex
tissues in that
box. The above is a
true story sent out by Ruth Peterson. It
serves as a
reminder to all of us that we need to
take time to
enjoy living and life and each other.
"The price of
hating other human beings is loving
oneself less".
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ABC's For Life!
A lways know that YOU are special!
B efore you give up, try one more time.
C an- You do it?- Yes, You can!
D o your best and feel good about it.
E xpect a wonderful and exciting day!
F inishing what you start is a great
thing to do. G
iving, sharing and playing fair.
H elping someone else makes you feel
good. I
magination-You have a great one-Use it!
J ust because
you've never done it, don't be afraid to
try it. K
now that you are loved.
L augh-It makes you happy!
M istakes-It's okay to make them, if you
learn from
them. N ew ways of doing things can be
fun!
O ffering to do something extra is extra
special of
you! P erfectly wonderful-That's YOU!!
Questions-Be sure to ask them
R ead and learn all you can.
S how others how much you like them.
T alk to someone about your feelings.
U nderstand?-If you don't, tell someone.
V ote "No"
if you dont think it's right. W ear your
beautiful
smile!!
X tra hugs and kisses to you!!
Y OU are Important!!
Z illions of ways a lovable person like
you can have
a great day
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Daddy, how much do you make
an hour?"
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L I F E S P E E D
Have you ever watched kids on the
merry-go-round, or
listened to rain slapping the ground?
Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight, or
gazed at the sun fading into the night?
You better slow down, don't dance so
fast, time is
short, the music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly.
When you ask "How are you?", do you hear
the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your
bed,
with the next hundred chores
running through your head?
You better slow down, don't dance so
fast, Time is
short. The music won't last.
Ever told your child, we'll do it
tomorrow, and in
his haste not seen his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship
die 'cause
you never had time to call and say "Hi"?
You better
slow down, don't dance so fast
time is short, the music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your
day, it's like
an unopened gift thrown away.
Life is not race, so take it slower,
hear the music before the song is over.
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SWEET MEMORIES OF GRANDMA
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A Sunday spent at grandma's
was a special time for me,
I loved to hear her stories
of how life used to be..
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Each story held a lesson
to help me find my way,
her timeless words of wisdom
still guide me through each day.
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I seek comfort in her memory
for I always find her there,
I remember all the joyful times
that she and I would share.
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My love for her grows stronger
with every passing year,
and though she's gone on to glory
my heart still holds her near.
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The Lord took her to heaven
but I still can feel her love,
I'm sure she's up there watching
smil
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