Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

The newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.

July 12, 2006

Today’s announcements

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Today’s Queue Stories

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HOLDING HANDS

By: Joseph J. Mazzella

     My sons and I decided to go walking around the lake near our home the other day. It is such a glorious place to spend an afternoon in the Springtime when the leaves are coming out on the trees and the flowers are coming up through the ground. It has a well worn gravel path that circles the entire lake. You can walk at your own pace and delight in all the natural beauty that surrounds you. It is the perfect place to get back in touch with God and to fill your soul with joy.

     The only problem is that with the path being so near the water, erosion sometimes causes holes to develop along the walkway. It was while we were walking along it the other day that one of these holes caught my oldest boy unawares. He stumbled and almost fell but thankfully was able to reach out and take my hand. I steadied him and we walked on for awhile holding hands and feeling connected in our love for each other.

     I think that sometimes the troubles we face in our journey through life are a lot like those holes in the ground. They are always there causing us to stumble and sometimes even to fall. It is good to know, however, that we can always reach out and take the hand of our Heavenly Father. He is always there by our side waiting to pick us up and steady us. He is always ready for us to take His hand and walk on with Him connected in love forever.

     The next time you stumble and fall on your journey through life then reach out and take God’s loving hand. And after you take it never let it go again. Walk on with God forever, choosing love and sharing joy with each step you take. Always remember too that with God’s loving hand steadying your walk you can use your other hand to reach out and help up those who have fallen as well. The journey through life, after all, is always better when you are holding the hands of those you love.

Joe Mazzella

joecool@wirefire.com

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 ~ Children of the King ~

 Joyce Lock

If Birds can Sing

and Fly with Wings,

Enjoying the Ping

of Mountain Springs.

Hearing Nature Ring

of Melodious Things,

How much more can we,

Being Children of the King.

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What doth the Lord require of thee,

but to do justly, and to love mercy,

and to walk humbly with thy God?

Micah 6:8 

© by Joyce C. Lock
http://our.homewithgod.com/heavenlyinspirations/

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Poetry Section

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Deep Calls

Written by Robert J White

Sunday 8 May 2006

poeticrob@hotmail.com

Deep calls to deep

‘Come to the River’

For all who seek

Life, from its Giver.

Deep waters deep

From where new life springs

A Joy to keep

No matter what day brings.

Deep cries to deep

See Earth meet Heaven

Death met defeat …

When Jesus was risen!

Deep summons deep

Follow the Saviour

For all who seek …

Life ever to savour!

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Thinking of You

Dianna Doles Petry

I found myself thinking about you today,

Of moments shared and talks we had,

It's always the good things that I recall,

Were there any feelings that were bad?

It's not big things that stand out to me,

In fact, it is the times when we did nothing at all,

Looking forward to the sunshine of summer,

Walking through the colorful leaves of fall.

We talked, we dreamed, we shared, we lived,

Conversations, meals, a trip or two along the way,

The good things in life multiplied when I met you,

You encouraged me to be myself every single day.

You don't have to be here for me to think of you,

You can show up in my life anytime and make me smile,

A phone call, a letter, just a note that tells me you're okay,

Leaves me feeling content and happy for a while.

Thank you for helping me to grow and change,

For helping me to find new ways to explore,

You've made the hard times in my life more bearable,

I guess that's what good friends are really for.

I think it was more than luck that let our paths cross,

The gift of your love was meant for me to know,

So I will cherish it for the rest of my lifetime,

No matter what I do or where I happen to go.

Dianna Doles Petry

5/14/2006

I am a lifelong resident of the state of West Virginia and the author of Memories...Stories of real life in the mountains.

I am a member of the West Virginia Writers and the West Virginia Poetry Society.

I very much enjoy sharing my short stories and poetry with others. My work tends to tell you the way it was, or is, or should be. I can sometimes be brutally honest and embarrassingly funny but it is the only way that I know how to share this journey through life with my readers.

I appreciate any and all feedback on my work.

dianna59@charter.net

http://diannapetry.tripod.com
http://members.tripod.com/~poemsbydianna/PoetryofLife.html
www.womenwithauniquesoul.com

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 Welcome Home

Joan Clifton Costner

I always loved to come back home
When, for awhile, I had to roam;
To hear the laughter and the news,
To feel the kiss ~ I’d get a few.

There was the hearty, "Welcome Home!",
The arms around ~ the blood my own.
I guess I thought it would remain,
Like seasons come and go, the same.

I thought, perhaps, I’d spend some time
On that old porch and walk the line;
Welcoming home those called away,
When they returned some sunny day.

...But.... when I came and saw your chair
All empty, just your lap throw there,
My heart caught in my throat so tight!
I chided myself for times I’d slight.

I didn’t realize, 'til now,
Or cherish (and I should know how) ...
For many evenings in the sun
We’d sit and talk; harmonize some.

Now things are changed forevermore,
"Welcome Home," heard on a distant shore;
Where bands of angels sing their praise
And everyone lives in the night-less days.

This place where I heard, "Welcome Home!"
I realize now was just a loan
A practice place, where I learned to love,
And prepare for a welcome up above.

It was good to hear you say the words.
But, I know the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard
Will one day welcome me home, too.
Our hearts will entwine like they used to do.

Oh, hope, divine; eternity's call!
We don’t grieve here, for He gave His all.
He paid the price; bought eternity
To share and shout, "Welcome Home!" to me.

© 2006 by Joan Clifton Costner

jody@ptsi.net

Under His Wings  Heavenly Poetry 

Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.

This writing may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact,
for non-profit ministering purposes.

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