DOSE OF INSPIRATION

Treasure Beach Forum: Inspirational Thoughts: DOSE OF INSPIRATION
Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Glasceta Honeyghan on Sunday, October 16, 2005 - 01:20 pm: Edit Post

Childhood Doesn't Wait

I was sitting on a bench
while in a nearby mall,
When I noticed a young mother
with two children who were small.

The youngest one was whining,
"Pick me up," I heard him beg
but the mother's face grew angry
as the child clung to her leg.

"Don't hang on to me," she shouted
as she pushed his hands away,
I wish I'd had the courage
to go up to her and say...

"The time will come too quickly
when those little arms that tug,
Won't ask for you to hold them
or won't freely give a hug.

"The day will sneak up subtly
just as it did with me,
When you can't recall the last time
that your child sat on your knee.

"Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone
Our babies grow and leave behind
those special times we've known.

"So when your child comes to you
with a book that you can share,
Or asks that you would tuck him in
and help him say his prayer...

"When he comes to sit and chat
or would like to take a walk,
Before you answer that you can't
`cause there's no time to talk.

"Remember what all parents learn
so many times too late,
That years go by too quickly
and that childhood doesn't wait.

"Take every opportunity,
if one should slip away
Reach hard to get it back again,
don't wait another day."

I watched that mother walk away
her children followed near,
I hope she'll pick them up
before her chances disappear..

by Kathie
Luke 9:47, 48;Matt 18:3


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Philippians 2:14 on Monday, October 17, 2005 - 03:13 pm: Edit Post

God Forgive Me When I Whine

Today upon a bus I saw a lovely maiden
with golden hair;
I envied her, she seemed so happy,
and Oh, I wished I were so fair...
When, suddenly, she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle...
She had one foot and wore a crutch,
but as she passed, a smile...

Oh, God forgive me when I whine...
I have two feet...
the world is mine.

And when I stopped to buy some sweets,
the lad who served me had such charm;
He seemed to radiate such good cheer,
his manner was so kind and warm...
I said, "It's nice to deal with you,
such courtesy I seldom find."
He turned and said, "Oh, thank you sir!"
and then I saw that he was blind.

Oh, God forgive me when I whine...
I have two eyes...
the world is mine.

Then, walking down the street
I saw a child with eyes of blue...
He stood and watched the others play;
it seemed he knew not what to do...
I stopped a moment, then I said,
"Why don't you join the others dear?"
He looked ahead without a word...
and then I knew he could not hear...

Oh, God forgive me when I whine...
I have two ears...
the world is mine.

With feet to take me where I'd go,
with eyes to see the sunset glow,
with ears to hear what I should know ...
I'm blessed indeed ...
The world is mine...

Oh, God forgive me when I whine...

~ Author Unknown ~
Phippians 2:14


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Glasceta Honeyghan on Tuesday, October 18, 2005 - 09:50 am: Edit Post

Today's one-liner:

"Having a sharp tongue can cut your own throat."
~anon~


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Glasceta Honeyghan on Wednesday, October 19, 2005 - 06:44 am: Edit Post

In The Valleys We Grow

Most times life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble, and woe
It's then we have to remember
That it's in the valleys we grow.

If we always stayed on the mountaintop
And never experienced sorrow,
we would never appreciate God's amazing power
And live for a brighter tomorrow.

We have so much to learn
And often our growth is slow,
Sometimes we need the mountain tops,
But it's in the valleys we grow.

We do not always understand the dark days
And why things happen as they do,
But we can be sure of one thing.
God will surely see us through.

Our valleys pale in comparison
To God’s son in the valley of torture and pain;
But he conquered, rose to sit at God’s right hand
So that our lives may not be in vain

So when we start complaining
When our feeling gets very low.
Just be gently reminded
That it's in the valleys we grow.

Let’s continue to look to God for strength
And use our life each day
To share loving kindness with others
And help them along their way.

Let’s thank God for the valleys
For this thing we do know
The mountain tops are glorious
But it's in the valleys we grow!
~anon~
Psalm 23; James 1:12;1Peter 2:8.



Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Glasceta Honeyghan on Thursday, October 20, 2005 - 06:15 am: Edit Post

The Mexican Village

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.
"Not very long," answered the Mexican.
"But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.
The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.
The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life."
The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."
And after that?" asked the Mexican.
With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant.
You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."
"How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.
"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.
"And after that?"
"Afterwards? Well my Friend, That's when it gets really interesting, "answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!"
"Millions? Really? And after that?" said the Mexican.
"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."

The moral of the story is:
(1) Know where you're going in life. You may already be there, and (2)Heed the Bible’s counsel: Be content-- 1Tim 6:8.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Glasceta Honeyghan on Friday, October 21, 2005 - 05:08 am: Edit Post

DOES GOD REALLY CARE?

With natural disasters occurring with such frequency and intensity and with on-going human suffering, many wonder if God really cares, especially do we wonder if God cares about the poor and particularly children who are powerless and helpless. At Psalm 72: 12-14 the Bible states:

For He [God] will deliver the poor one crying for help, also the afflicted one and whoever has no helper,
He will feel sorry for the lowly one and the poor one
And the souls of the poor ones he will save,
From oppression and from violence he will redeem their soul,
And their blood will be precious in his eyes,

~anon~


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Glasceta Honeyghan on Saturday, October 22, 2005 - 05:32 am: Edit Post

STORMS

Let the storm rage, my child
Let it rage;
Let the sea fling up its boisterous waves;
And let the winds, with rage and fury,
rip and uproot and toss.
But for a moment it will last
and MUST subside,
and you will find yourself in someone’s arms—
someone who only
can command the furious thing and say:
“You may go this far and no farther.”

~Glasceta Honeyghan, 2005)~

Job 38:1-11