YOU HAVE THE POWER!!!

SO CUTE AND INNOCENT!!!

JESUS IS VISITING YOU!!!

Ruth went to her mail box 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.
A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk...leaving Ruth with grand total 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.
A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.
'Look lady, I ain't got a job, you 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, 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!' It was 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, she turned and walked back to the street...
without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.

'Thank you lady!
Thank you very much!'

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. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day.'

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.
If you love Jesus, send this to ten people Do not keep this message.
The mantra must leave your hands within 96 hours..
You will get a very pleasant surprise.
This is true, even if you are not superstitious.
good things will happen to everyone that
touches this story
Louis H. O'Bannon

I will be there.......

If one day you feel like crying...
Call me.
I don't promise that I will make you laugh,
But I can cry with you





If one day you want to run away--
Don't be afraid to call me.
I don't promise to ask you to stop...
But I can run with you




If one day you don't want to listen
to anyone...
Call me.
I promise to be there for you.
And I promise to be very quiet.





But if one day you call...
And there is no answer...
Come fast to see me.
Perhaps I need you.

-The End -

GOD SPEAK TO ME...

The man whispered, "God, speak to me." And a meadowlark sang.
But, the man did not hear.



Then the man yelled "God, speak to me." Thunder rolled across the sky.
But, the man did not listen



The man looked around and said, "God, let me see you."
And the stars shined brightly.
But the man did not notice



And, the man shouted, "God, show me a miracle."
And, a life was born.
But the man did not know.



So, the man cried out in despair, "Touch me God, and let me know
you are here." Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man.
But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.



So remember, don't miss out on a blessing because it
isn't packaged the way that you expect.
Take notice of the blessings around you.

Love and Time...Inspirational love stories

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
"Richness, can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"
"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."
"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,

Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."

The Praying Hands

Below is a touching story about DURERS Praying Hands that is circulated widely.

It tells of DURER doing his creation in appreciation of a brother who went to work in the mines to support Albrecht's education.

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."

All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ...
for me it is too late."

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."

The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - - ever makes it alone!

He Is My Everything...

I long to be His possession
Oh, He is my everything

I remember my days of darkness
Without sunshine or sight to lead the way
But a whisper of His voice softly calling
To the arms of my Maker to stay

He is my reason for living,
Oh, He is the king of all kings
I long to be His possession,
Oh, He is my everything

After the lightning and thunder
After the last bell has rung
I want to bow down before Him
And hear Him say well done

He is my reason for living
Oh, He is the king of all kings
I long to be His possession
Oh, He is my everything

I long to be His possession
Oh, He is my everything

Written by Frazier and Dallas
Sung by Elvis presley

“ANGELS”

ANGELS ARE GOD’S MESSENGER
ANGELS ARE GOD’S HELPER
ANGELS ARE GOD’S FAITHFUL SERVANT
ANGELS ARE GOD'S WARRIOR

ANGELS…ANGELS… ANGELS…

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN AN ANGEL?

PEOPLE SAY ANGELS ARE ONLY THOSE WHO HAVE WINGS,
YES, THEY ARE!
BUT YOU AND I CAN BE ALSO AN ANGEL.

WE CAN BE A GOD’S MESSENGER!
WE CAN BE A GOD’S HELPER!
WE CAN BE A GOD’S FAITHFUL SERVANT!
WE CAN BE A WARRIOR!

CAN WE? WHY NOT?

THOUGH HOW IMPERFECT WE ARE,
GOD BLESSED US WITH SO MUCH GIFT,
GOD BLESSED US WITH SO MUCH TALENTS AND KNOWLEGDE
GOD BLESSED US WITH MANY PEOPLE AND FRIENDS TO HELP.

WE ARE BEING BLESSED BY GOD IN EVERYTHING!!!

CAN U SEE IT? CAN’T YOU FEEL IT?
DO YOU CARE ABOUT IT?

THAT’S HOW PEOPLE OF GOD ARE CALLED
“ANGELS WITHOUT WINGS….”

YOU KNOW WHY?

BECAUSE WE ARE A LIVING ANGELS IN OUR WORLD
DO YOU BELIEVE ON IT?

YES! YOU MUST BELIEVE.

BUT TAKE GUARD OVER YOUR STEPS,
“ FOR YOUR WINGS ARE NOT YET FINISH”

Thinking of You…

I just called to say, I’m thinking of you
With you I can be free cause I know you love me
You'll never judge anything I do and you'll let me be
You are the smile on my face if I ever feel low

When I lie awake in bed, I’m thinking of you.
In my heart and mind you'll always be a part
These feelings continue to grow to the love of my life
You are my sunshine who took away all my strife

When I dream in the middle of the night, I’m thinking of you.
You are my eternal life the smile of my soul
Its your presence and love that keeps me whole
A love between you and me I must hold tight

When I awake in the morning, I’m thinking of you
I fall in love with you every time I see you
You are my shoulder to cry on, we were meant to be
Forever in each others heart, JESUS thank you for loving me

And when I’m thinking of you
I’m not thinking of anybody else.

Dad’s Blessins…

(A very inspiring story…. I assure you…please read!!!)

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer’s showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man’s name embossed in gold. Angry, he raised his voice to his father and said “With all your money, you give me a Bible?” and stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his father’s house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father’s important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. And as he did, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer’s name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words PAID IN FULL.

How many times do we miss Spirit’s blessings and answers to our prayers because they do not arrive exactly as we have expected?

A LETTER FROM A FRIEND

Dear Friend

How are you? I just had to send a note to tell you how much I care about you. Saw you yesterday as you were talking with your friends.

I waited all day hoping you would want to talk to me too. I gave you a sunset to close your day and a cool breeze to rest you ... and I waited, but you did not come.

It hurt me ... but I still love you because I am your friend.

I saw you sleeping last night and longed to touch your brow, so I spilled the moonlight upon your face. Again I waited, wanting to rush down so we could talk. I have so many gifts for you! You awoke and rushed off to work. My tears were in the rain.

If you would only listen to ME! I love you! I try to tell you in blue skies and in the quiet green grass. I whisper it in leaves on the trees and breathe it in colors of flowers, shout it to you in mountain streams, give the birds love songs to sing. I clothe you with warm sunshine and perfume the air with nature scents. My love for you is deeper than the ocean and bigger than the biggest need in your heart!

Ask me! Talk with me! Please don't forget me. I have so much to share with you! I won't hassle you any further. It is YOUR decision. I have chosen you and I will wait -- I love you.

Your friend,

Jesus