~THE DIFFERENCE~

I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day.
I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came the task.
"Why doesn't God help me?"
I wondered.
He answered, "You didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on, gray and bleak.
I wondered why God didn't show me.
He said "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence; I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided, "My child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning, and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish that I had to take a little time to pray.

Thanksgiving Prayer.

Today is thanksgiving.

I just send few cards to my loved ones. Bit too early ..bit too fast...oops but

anyway its comin from my heart. sayin thanks to people i love.

and followingly i put a thanksgivng prayer.

Its a great prayer. read it and meditate about it. have joy. Sinthu.

Lord, there are marvelous things that I do not know, nor can I comprehend.

Lord, things that happen in my life, and things that happen in my friends lives.

Lord, I desire to be thankful, to appreciate everything that comes across my path.

Lord, so often life hurts, I get angry -- upset, I do not understand, yet

Lord You ask me to be thankful for everything, and have faith – thank You.

Lord, help me to be thankful, when the rains come on the just and the unjust,

that You care so much about me,

that Your to chasten, to build character and godliness in me,

to be a mirrored reflection of Your Son to reach others.

Lord, I thank You for mercy, for the hunger for righteousness,

for forgiveness,

for purity,

for providing for my needs.

Lord, I thank You for prayer,

That I can come before You and call You Father.

That I can cast my burdens on You.

Lord, I thank You for my heart, the treasure and light You placed in there -

- the Holy Spirit.

Lord, help me to endeavor, to be thankful for everything.

Lord, it seems most of the time, what happens is about me.

Lord, I thank you that You gently remind me that the things are not about me,

however, my life and what happens is more about You,

Your will, and Your Kingdom.

Lord, I thank You, I praise You.

Lord, in You do I find strength and courage to go on.

Lord, I thank You for the author and finisher of my faith –

Jesus Christ and that in You is hope everlasting.

Lord, I thank You for the blood of Jesus,

Your precious lamb.

Thank You Lord God!

what is it all about??

I asked God to take away my pride.

And God said "No".He said it was not for him to take away, but for me to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.

And God said "No".He said her spirit was whole, her body was only temporary.
I asked God to grant me patience. And God said "No".He said patience is a by-product of tribulations. It isn't granted, it is earned.

I asked God to give me happiness.

And God said "No".He said he gives me blessings, happiness is up to me.
I asked God to spare me pain.

And God said "No".He said suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.

And God said "No".He said I must grow on my own. But he will prune me to make me fruitful.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.

And God said "No".He said I will give you life, that you may enjoy all things.I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as he loves me.And God said, Ah, finally you have the idea.

Hell is Real

I went into my classroom

Ready for another year at school.

I didn't want the work,

Just wanted to hang and be cool.
I had on new clothes,

New sneaks on my feet.

was there for class on time

Went to the back and took my seat.

Yeah, I'm moving up.

I'm already grown.

Soon I'll be graduating

And out on my own.
I talked to some of my friends.

We were all having fun.

Said some things I shouldn't have said,

Did stuff I shouldn't have done.
I knew I was different.

I felt God touch my heart.

I knew I should set a standard,

But then I'd be set apart.
Walking to the bus,

was not looking for strength.

I heard the car tires screeching,

But now it's too late.
I'm standing in this room

And I can see the heavenly gate.

Oh no!I never prayed.

I thought I had time to get it straight.
An angel walked to me.

He had a book in his hand.

I knew it was the Book of Life.

When would this dream end?

I told him my name

And he began to look

.Then he looked at me sadly and said

Your name is not in this book.
Angel, this is a dream.

No, I can't be dead!

He closed the book and turned away.

He whispered - You cannot proceed ahead.

No...no this can't be real.

Angel, you can't turn me away.

Let me talk to God.

Maybe He'll let me stay.
He led me to the gate.

Jesus came to me,

He did not let me in but said,

Beloved what is your need?

Jesus,I cried, please

Don't cast me away from you.

Tears ran down His face as He said,

You knew what you needed to do.
Lord, please I'm young.

I never thought I would die.

I thought I'd have plenty of time.

Death caught me by surprise.
Lord, I went to church.

Please Jesus, I believe.

He said you would not accept me.

My love you would not receive.
Lord, there were too many hypocrites.

They weren't being true.

He took a step back and asked

What does that have to do with you?
Lord, my family claimed to be saved,

They weren't real.You know.

He said, I died for you.

Now I have to go.
I fell to my knees crying to Him.

Lord, I planned to be real tomorrow

I couldn't, make Him understand.

I had never -- felt such sorrow.
Then it hit me hard,

I saidLord, where will I go?

He looked into my eyes and said,

My child you already know.

Please Jesus, I beggedThe place is so hot.

It seemed to trouble and grieve Him.

He whispered, depart from me,

I know you not.
Lord, you're supposed to be love.

How can you send me to damnation?

He replied,

With your mouth you said you loved me,

But each day you rejected my salvation.
With that in an instant,

Day turned into night.

I never knew such torture could be.

Now too late, I know the Bible is right.
If I can tell you anything,

Hell has no age.

It is a place of torture,

Separated from God and full of rage.
If you never accept Jesus Christ

Hell is waiting for you.

Family

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,

"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me too;

I wasn't watching for you.

"We were very polite, this stranger and I.

We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told,

How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,

My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.

"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.

I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake that night in my bed,

God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger,

common courtesy youuse,

but the children you love,

you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,

You'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.

He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise.

You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,

And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;

"Please wake up, little one,"

I said."Are these the flowers you picked for me?

"He smiled, "I found 'em out by the tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.

I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;

I shouldn't have yelled at you that way.

"He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.

I love you anyway,"I said,

"Son, I love you too,and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

>>>>>> Cute little story.And the point is soo true. Think about it.

Child Who Saw

There was an atheist couple who had a child.

The couple never told their daughter anything about the Lord.

One night when the little girl was 5 years old,

the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the Mom,

right in front of the child.

Then, the dad shot himself.

The little girl watched it all.

She then was sent to a foster home.

The foster mother was a Christian and took the child to church.

On the first day of Sunday School,

the foster mother told the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus,

and to have patience with her.

The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said,

"Does anyone know who this is?"

The little girl said,

"I do, that's the man who was holding me the night my parents died."

A Message

A Message

Source Unknown

One day a woman named Louise fell asleep in her bed, and dreamed a very fitful dream.

She dreamed that someone in Hell wrote a letter to her, and it was to be delivered to her by a messenger. The messenger passed between the lakes of burning fire and brimstone that occupies Hell, and found his way to the door that would lead him to the outside world. Louise dreamed that the messenger walked to her house, came inside, and gently but firmly woke Louise up. He gave her the message, saying only that a friend had wrote it to her from Hell. Louise, in her dream, with trembling hands took the letter and read:

My Friend,

I stand in Judgment now,

And feel that you're to blame somehow.

On earth, I walked with you day by day,

And never did you point the way.

You knew the Lord in truth and glory,

But never did you tell the story.

My knowledge then was very dim;

You could have led me safe to Him.

Though we lived together on the earth,

You never told me of the second birth,

And now I stand this day condemned,

Because you failed to mention Him.

You taught me many things,

that's true,I called you "friend" and trusted you,

But I learn now that it's too late,

You could have kept me from this fate.

We walked by day and talked by night,

And yet you showed me not the Light.

You let me live, and love, and die,

You knew I'd never live on high.

Yes, I called you a "friend" in life,

And trusted you through joy and strife.

And yet on coming to the end,

I cannot, now, call you "My Friend."

Marsha

After reading the letter, Louise awoke.

The dream was still so real in her mind and sweat dropped from her body in pools.

She swore she could still smell the acrid smell of brimstone and smoke from her room.

As she contemplated the meaning of her dream,

she realized that as a Christian,

she has failed in her duty to "go out to all the world and preach the gospel."

As she thought of that,

she promised herself that the next day,

she would call Marsha and invite her to church with her.
The next morning she called Marsha and this was the conversation:

Yes, Bill, Is Marsha there?

Louise, you don't know?

No, Bill, know what?

Marsha WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I thought you had known.