Never Alone...

Dear Friend,
I just had to write to tell you how much I love you and care for you.
Yesterday, I saw you walking and laughing with your friends. I hoped that soon you'd want me to walk along with you, too. So, I painted you a sunset to close your day and whispered a cool breeze to refresh you.
I waited .... you never called. I just kept on loving you. As I watched you fall asleep last night, I wanted so muchto touch you. I spilled moonlight onto your face, tricklingdown your cheeks as so many tears have. You didn't even think of me. I wanted so much to comfort you.
The next day I exploded a brilliant sunrise into glorious morning for you. But you woke up lateand rushed off to work. You didn't even notice. My sky became cloudy and my tears were the rain.
I LOVE YOU!!!
Oh, if you'd only listen. I really LOVE you. I try to say it in the quiet of the green meadow and in the vibrant blue sky. The wind whispers my love throughoutthe treetops and spills it into the vivid colors of all the flowers.I shout it to you in the thunder of the great waterfalls and compose love songs for birds to sing for you. I warm you with the clothing of my sunshine and perfumethe air with nature's sweet scent. My love for you is deeperthan any ocean and greater than any need in your heart. If you'd only realize how I care.
My dad sends his love. I want you to meet him.He cares, too. Fathers are just that way. So, please, call on me soon. No matter how long it takes,I'll wait forever.
Because I LOVE YOU.
Your Friend, Jesus

written by Yvonne S. Rathkey

Till Death Do Us Part

When I created the heavens and the earth,

I spoke them into being.

When I created man,

I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils.

But you woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man

because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come

over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you.

Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity.

From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects his heart

and his lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do. Around this one bone I shaped you.

I modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully.

Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile.

You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart.

His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of

life. The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow

damage to the heart.

Support the man as the rib cage supports the body. You were not taken

from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be

above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be

held close to his side.

You are My perfect angel. You are My beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and My eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart.Your eyes - don't change them. Your lips - how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form, your hands so gentle in touch. I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep;

I've held your heart close to mine.

Of all that lives and breathes, you are the most like Me. Adam walked

with Me in the cool of the day and yet he was lonely. He could not see

Me or touch Me. He could only feel Me.

So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with Me, I fashioned in you:

My holiness, My strength, My purity, My love, My protection and

support. You are special because you are the extension of Me.

Man represents My image, woman My emotions.

Together you represent the totality of God.

So man - treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for

she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt Me. What you do to her, you

do to Me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart,

the heart of your Father, and the heart of her Father.

Woman, support man. In humility,

show him the power of emotion I have given you.

In gentle quietness show your strength. In love, show him

that you are the rib that protects his inner self.

by Dianna Hagee

God Created Marriage

God created marriage,

for he knew we'd need a friend.

To share our hopes and dreams with,

and love us 'till the end.

God created marriage,

to teach us how to share.

All our earthly assets,

and make us more aware;

That someone else's feelings,

are more important than our own.

And not one of us is perfect,

so we can't cast a stone.

God created marriage,

to teach us to forgive.

His life was our example,

He showed us how to give.

God created marriage,

to teach us how to say.

"I love you" to another person,

each and every day.

Written By Valerie Rousseau.

Copyright © 2000

Start With Nothing

Two little teardrops were floating down the river of life. One teardrop said to the other, "Who are you?" Said the other, "I am a teardrop from a girl who loved a man and lost him." Who are you?" "Well, I am a teardrop of the girl who got him. Ah, yes we cry over what we lose, and we cry over what we gain. All of which raises a vital question - what is the secret of true satisfaction in life?

Analyze for a moment the cause of all discontentment. Regardless of the circumstance, it always boils down to one thing - we want what we do not have. Maybe it's marriage, or freedom from marriage; maybe it's money, a new car, a different home, a better job, some pleasure, position, or power; or maybe we long for release from trials and sufferings.

Let us be reminded that we came into the world with nothing, and that we will leave it the same way. Furthermore, whatever we've gained through personal initiative, talent, or favorable circumstances can be taken away in an instant. Therefore, is it not wise to claim nothing as our own, except that we belong to Jesus, who claims us as His own? When we recognize Him as our primary source of every blessing, we'll know how to abound everywhere in all things. Every temporal benefit will be viewed as a bonus, not a payment owed us nor a right to be demanded.

Let's try starting each new day with nothing - nothing but Jesus. To our amazement, we'll find that God will give us "richly all things to enjoy."

All I have Seen Teaches Me To Trust The Creator ....

The more I wonder, the more I love...Inspite of pains, sorrows and troubles we experience along this path called life...life is still beautiful. Inspite of the heartache we experience in this feeling called love...love is still the best and the most beautiful thing in the whole world.

I have seen sorrows and i have seen joys, i have experienced love's exultation and love pains...all i have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen and it is the heart which experiences God and not the reason...Loving God above all..this is Ophelia Jane Julia wishing everyone who pass by my sweet musings the best in life and love. Praise and glory is due to God in everything...

Even When It's Painful

The following humorous story appears in the autobiography of Clarence E. Macartney.

As two men were walking through a field one day, they spotted an enraged bull. Instantly, they darted toward the nearest fence. The storming bull followed in hot pursuit, and it was soon apparent they wouldn't make it. Terrified, the one shouted to the other, "Put up a prayer, John. We're in for it!" John answered, "I can't. I have never made a public prayer in my life!" "But you must!" implored his companion. "The bull is catching up to us!" "All right," panted John, "I'll say the only prayer I know, the one my father used to repeat at the dining table: O Lord, for what we are about to receive, make us truly thankful!"

This fictitious story suggests a valuable truth. We should thank God always not only through good times but also through bad times.

Source for art painting image:

http://www.illusionsgallery.com/all-saints.html

Here's to us....when all is said and done....

Painter's Honeymoon by Lord Fredrick Leighton



Here's to us one more toast and then we'll pay the bill
Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill
Birds of passage, you and me
We fly instinctively
When the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun
Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done

In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks
Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex
We're still striving for the sky
No taste for humble pie
Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun
Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done

Its so strange when you're down and lying on the floor
How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more
Clear-headed and open-eyed
With nothing left untried
Standing calmly at the crossroads,no desire to run
There's no hurry any more when all is said and done

Good Temper: Love is not easily provoked...

Good Temper: "Love is not easily provoked." We are inclined to look upon bad temper as a very harmless weakness. We speak of it as a mere infirmity of nature, a family failing, a matter of temperament, not a thing to take into very serious account in estimating a man's character. And yet here, right in the heart of this analysis of love, it finds a place ; and the Bible again and again returns to condemn it as one of the most destructive elements of human nature. The peculiarity of ill-temper is that it is the vic eof the virtuous. It is often the one blot on an otherwise noble character. You know men who are all but perfect, and women who would be entirely perfect, but for an easily ruffled quick-tempered or "touchy" disposition. This compatibility of ill-temper with high moral character is one of the strangest and saddest problems of ethics. The truth is there are two great classes of sins - sins of the Body, and sins of Disposition. The prodigal son may be taken as a type of the first, the Elder brother of the second. Now society has no doubt whatever as to which of these is the worse. Its brand falls, without a challenge, upon the Prodigal. But are we right? We have no balance to weigh one another's sins, and coarser and finer are but human words ; but faults in the higher nature may be less venial than those in the lower, and to the eye of Him who is Love, a sin against Love may seem a hundred times more base. No form of vice, not worldliness, not greed of gold, not drunkenness itself does more to un-christianise society than evil temper. For embittering life, for breaking up communities, for destroying the most sacred relationships, for devastating homes, for withering up men and women, for taking the bloom off childhood; in short for sheer gratuitous misery-producing power, this influence stands alone. Jealousy, anger, pride, uncharity, cruelty, self-righteousness, touchiness, doggedness, sullenness - in varying proportions these are the ingredients of all ill-temper. Judge if such sins of disposition are not worse to live in, and for others to live with than sins of the body. There is really no place in Heaven for a disposition like this. A man with such a mood could only make Heaven miserable for all the people in it.