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Sunday 03/20/05
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IT'S in the VALLEYS I GROW
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Thank you Renie:)
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Teens are not the only ones who struggle with peer pressure.
Because silence is often interpreted as agreement, if we
are associating with others who act in ways, or say things,
which are against our fundamental Christian beliefs, it
isn't always good to remain silent. Fear of censor or
rejection, however, is a STRONG motivator for inaction.
Thank you Connie N:)
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What is Genuine Control?
-- Genuine control is not something lost or gained according
to what someone else says, does or thinks. It is within me
in abundance at all times.
-- Genuine control is not about trying to make people like or
love me. It's about liking and loving myself and allowing my
inner beauty to shine through.
-- Genuine control is not something that comes from
manipulating the external environment - other people, events,
and circumstances. It comes from changing my internal
environment - how I perceive and act.
-- Genuine control does not result in feelings of powerlessness,
anxiety, and self-doubt. It results in feelings of empowerment,
contentment, and increased self-esteem.
-- Genuine control does not drag me down. It lifts me up.
-- Genuine control does not come and go depending on how
I'm feeling at the moment. It is within me at all times, even if
I choose not to realize it or use it.
-- Genuine control does not mean attempting to make others
do things my way and think the way I want. It means making
my own choices and thinking for myself.
-- Genuine control does not mean looking outside of myself
to determine who I am. It means looking within myself and
appreciating who I am.
-- Genuine control does not mean single-handedly transforming
economies, business climates, and political realities. It
means transforming my internal reality (myself), which in
turn positively affects the whole.
-- Genuine control is not about predicting the future - my
grades, my income, my relationships, or a thousand other
things. It's knowing that whatever happens I can choose
how to perceive and react to life's events.
-- Genuine control does not mean trying to change someone
else's feelings. It means that each person's feelings are his
or hers alone, just as my feelings are mine alone.
-- Genuine control does not mean never making mistakes.
It means understanding that making mistakes (and learning
from them!) is essential to my success.
-- Genuine control is not about feeling the need to change
other peoples' preferences and opinions. It means developing
and respecting my own.
-- Genuine control does not mean attempting the impossible
and feeling disappointed that I did not achieve it. It means
attempting the possible and congratulating myself on each
small success I achieve.
-- Genuine control does not mean telling others how to spend
their time. It means choosing how I spend my time.
-- Genuine control does not mean other people, events, and
situations determine my feelings, thoughts, and actions. It
means that I choose how to feel, think, and act.
-- Genuine control is not about trying to stop the rain, the
snow, or the sunshine. It's about making rainbows,
snowmen, and sand castles. :)
-- Genuine control is not about attempting to change what
other people think, do, and feel because I know what's best
for them. It's about deciding how I react to what others think,
do, and feel because I know what's best for me.
-- Genuine control does not mean controlling all of life's
events. It means interpreting life's events in a way that
promotes my growth, happiness, and well-being.
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Count Your Blessings
http://www.nethugs.com/count.shtml
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DEAR FRIENDS -
After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church's pastor slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit and, before he gave his sermon for the evening, 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: to 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 had 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," politely 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."
Thank you Connie N:)
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Standing on the Promises
http://l.blesstheday.com/redir.cfm/15013/124545/14479/24185484
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The Hug of a Child
As we drove across town, I prepared my two children for what they were about to see. A lady from our new church was dying of cancer, and I had volunteered to help her with the housework. "Annie has a tumor in her head, which has disfigured her face," I cautioned them.
Annie invited me to bring my children with me one day, as I had told her so much about them. "Most children are frightened by my appearance," she said. "But I will understand if they don't want to meet me."
I struggled for the words to describe Annie's appearance to my son and daughter. Then I remembered a movie I'd seen two years earlier with my son, when he was ten. I wanted him to understand that disabled people are like anyone else - their feelings can be hurt, too.
"David, remember the movie Mask about the boy with the facial deformity?"
"Yes, Mom. I think I know what to expect." His tone told me it was time to stop mothering him so much.
"What does a tumor look like?" Diane asked me.
Answering my nine-year-old daughter would be tricky. In order to prevent Diane's revulsion when she met Annie, I needed to prepare her just enough but not too much. I didn't want to frighten the child.
"Her tumor looks like the skin on the inside of your mouth. It sticks out from under her tongue and makes it hard for her to talk. You'll see it as soon as you meet her, but there's nothing to be afraid of. Remember, don't stare. I know you'll want to look at it . . . that's all right . . . just don't stare." Diane nodded. I knew she was trying to picture a tumor in her mind.
"Are you kids ready for this?" I asked as we pulled up to the curb.
"Yes, Mom," David said, sighing as only a preteen can.
Diane nodded and tried to reassure me. "Don't worry, Mommy. I'm not scared."
We entered the living room, where Annie was sitting in her recliner, her lap covered with note cards for her friends. I stood across the room with my children, aware that anything could happen next.
At the sight of my children, Annie's face brightened. "Oh, I'm so glad you came to visit," she said, dabbing a tissue at the drops of saliva that escaped from her twisted mouth.
Then it happened. I watched David stride across the room to Annie's chair, wrap his arms around her shoulders and press his cheek to her misshapen face. Smiling, he looked into her eyes and said, "I'm happy to meet you."
Just when I didn't think I could be more proud, Diane copied her big brother and gave Annie the precious, accepting hug of a child.
My throat tightened with emotion as I saw Annie's eyes well up with grateful tears. I had nothing to worry about.
Give someone a hug today.
Thank you Carla:)
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A smile from Sherry:)
"Walking To School"
Timmy was a little 7 year old boy that his Mom loved very much and, being a worrier, she was concerned about him walking to school all by himself..She walked him to school the first few weeks,but one day he came home and asked if he could walk by himself.He wanted to be like the "big boys." Not wanting to disappoint him, she decided to allow him to walk without her, via plan B (which consisted of recruiting a neighbour, Mrs. Goodnest, to repetitiously follow him to school, at a
distance far enough behind him that he would not likely notice he was being followed, but close enough to keep a watch on him).
Mrs. Goodnest was agreeable, since she was up early with her own toddler anyway, and it would be a good way for them to get some exercise. So, the very next school day Mrs. Goodnest and her little girl, Marcy, set out to follow behind Timmy as he walked to school. Timmy was accompanied by another neighbour boy he knew.
As the boys walked to school each day, chatting, and kicking stones and twigs, the little friend of Timmy began to notice that a lady seemed to be following them every day.
"Have you noticed that lady following us all week? Do you know her?" he asked Timmy.
"Yea, I know who she is," Timmy replied.
"Well who is she?"
"That's just Shirley Goodnest," Timmy said.
"Shirley Goodnest? Who is she? Why is she following us?"
"Well," Timmy explained, "Every night Mom makes me say the 23rd Psalm in my prayers 'cuz she worries about me so much. And it says, 'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my life,' so I guess I'll just have to get used to it."
Thank you Sherry M:)
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To all of you from me:)
Stepping Stones
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You know, if we all did this one little thing, we could make such a difference in eliminating hatred, hunger, poverty, abuse, discrimination, etc. in the world. Let's try to give peace a chance with a little act of charity/love today.
Our love to all:) Patsy & Kay
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