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APRIL ARCHIVES * * * * * * * * * * * (Sunday, April
27) We would do well to learn a lesson from the rod, the rock, and the saliva. They didn't complain. They didn't question God's wisdom. They didn't suggest an alternative plan. Perhaps the reason the Father has used so many inanimate objects for his mission is that they don't tell him how to do his job! from The Applause of Heaven by Max Lucado * * * * * * * * * * * (Saturday, April 26) "Nice guys finish first. If you don't know that, then you don't know where the finish line is." --Garry Shandling...as quoted in "Guideposts"...May 2003 * * * * * * * * * * * (Friday, April 25) BRAIN TEASERS 1. How can you
arrange for two people to stand on the same piece of newspaper and yet be
unable to touch each other without stepping off the newspaper? (click HERE for answers) received from Mikey's Funnies * * * * * * * * * * * (Thursday,
April 24) The things that come to those who wait may be the things left by those who got there first. I've reached the age when it's harder to think of my body as a temple. It's more like a building project that got out of control! The most important thing to remember about exercise is to start SLOWLY . . . and then taper off. Some people grow up and spread cheer . . . others just grow up and spread! Diet tip: If you fatten up everyone else around you, you'll look thinner. The mind is like a television: When it goes blank, it's a good idea to turn off the sound. I like to think of banana cream pie as a fruit. A family reunion is the most effective form of birth control. Overheard from a lady as she climbed on the scales to weigh herself: GUESS WHAT I LOST THIS WEEK....my glasses. The journey of a thousand miles. . . begins with wondering if you turned off the iron. You know you're getting older . . . when "happy hour" is a nap! taken from Daily Splashes of Joy by Barbara Johnson * * * * * * * * * * * (Tuesday, April 22)
(Monday, April 21) Each of us has a hidden
place This unique place, where we
confront our deepest feelings, But now and then, whether by
chance or design, That person adds new
perspective to our hidden realm, And we call that person a friend. * * * * * * * * * * * (Sunday, April 20) HAPPY EASTER **********
from Fresh Elastic for Stretched Out Moms by Barbara Johnson * * * * * * * * *
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(Saturday, April 19) VOICE OF GRACE Tell me, what has [the thief on the cross] done to warrant help? He has wasted his life. Who is he to beg for forgiveness? He publicly scoffed at Jesus. What right does he have to pray. . . , "Jesus remember me when you come into your kingdom"? Do you really want to know? The same right you have to pray. . . . You see, that is you and me on the cross. Naked, desolate, hopeless, and estranged. That is us. That is us asking. . . . We don't boast. We don't produce our list. Any sacrifice appears silly when placed before God on a cross. . . . We, like the thief, have one more prayer. And we, like the thief, pray. And we, like the thief, hear the voice of grace. from He Still Moves Stones by Max Lucado * * * * * * * * * * * (Friday, April 18) TIPPED SCALES It wasn't right that spikes pierced the hands that formed the earth. And it wasn't right that the Son of God was forced to hear the silence of God. It wasn't right, but it happened. For while Jesus was on the cross, God sat on his hands. He turned his back. He ignored the screams of the innocent. He sat in silence while the sins of the world were placed upon his Son. And he did nothing while a cry a million times bloodier than John's echoed in the black sky: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Was it right? No. Was it fair? No. Was it love? Yes! from The Applause of Heaven by Max Lucado * * * * * * * * * * * ONE INCREDIBLE PLAN When human hands fastened the divine hands to a cross with spikes, it wasn't the soldiers who held the hands of Jesus steady. It was God who held them steady. Those same hands that formed the oceans and built the mountains. Those same hands that designed the dawn and crafted each cloud. Those same hands that blueprinted one incredible plan for you and me. Take a stroll out to the hill. Out to Calvary. Out to the cross where, with holy blood, the hand that placed you on the planet wrote the promise, "God would give up his only Son before he'd give up on you." from Six Hours One Friday by Max Lucado * * * * * * * * * * * (Thursday, April 17) YOU WERE IN HIS PRAYERS The final prayer of Jesus was about you. His final pain was for you. His final passion was for you. Before he went to the cross, Jesus went to the garden. And when he spoke with his Father, you were in his prayers. . . . And God couldn't turn his back on you. He couldn't because he saw you, and one look at you was all it took to convince him. Right there in the middle of a world which isn't fair. He saw you cast into a river of life you didn't request. He saw you betrayed by those you love. He saw you with a body which gets sick and a heart which grows weak. . . . On the eve of the cross, Jesus made his decision. He would rather go to hell for you than go to heaven without you. from And the Angels Were Silent by Max Lucado * * * * * * * * * * * (Wednesday, April 16) The story of Easter is the story of an empty tomb. It is a story of betrayal, suffering, and death, followed by resurrection, rejoicing, and eternal life. The story of Easter is God's message to the world that through Him we can--indeed we must--have hope. The story of Easter is the story of God's love, God's miracles, and God's offer of salvation. Christ died so that we might have spiritual abundance, earthly peace, and eternal life. As we consider the empty tomb and all that it signifies, let us praise the Father and the Son for gifts that are too numerous to count, too profound to understand, and too costly to ever take for granted. from The
Crown, the Cross, and the Nails * * * * * * * * * * * (Tuesday, April 15) ON MY CROSS
How wide is Your love Those were my nails How deep is Your grace Those were my nails * * * * * * * * * * * (Monday, April 14) LOVE HUNG ON A CROSS He looked around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on three crosses. Arms spread. Heads fallen forward. They moaned with the wind. Men clad in soldier's garb sat on the ground near the trio. . . . Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill, . . .faces tear-streaked. All heaven stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity poised to protect. But the Creator gave no command. "It must be done . . ." he said, and withdrew. The angel spoke again. "It would be less painful . . ." The Creator interrupted softly. "But it wouldn't be love." * * * * * * * * * * * (Sunday, April 6) When God doesn't do what we want, it's not easy. Never has been. Never will be. But faith is the conviction that God knows more than we do about this life and He will get us through it. Remember, disappointment is caused by unmet expectations. Disappointment is cured by revamped expectations. Next time you're disappointed, don't panic. Don't give up. Just be patient and let God remind you He's still in control. It ain't over till it's over. from He Still Moves Stones by Max Lucado * * * * * * * * * * * (Friday, April 4) To My Friend My Friend... I am a
different person, Your honesty
helps me Thank you You're one
of the few people You
challenge me Thank you for being my friend! found online at Quick Inspirations * * * * * * * * * * * (Wednesday,
April 2) Last year, I replaced several windows in my house. They were the expensive double-insulated energy efficient windows. This week I got a call from the contractor complaining that the work has been done for a year, and I had failed to pay for them. Boy, oh boy, did we go round and round. I told him no one pulls a fast one on this old lady. Even though I am a senior citizen and used to be a blonde doesn't mean that I am automatically stupid! I proceeded to tell him just what his salesman told me last year, "In one year, they will pay for themselves!" * * * * * * * * * * * (Tuesday,
April 1) They whisper. They woo. They taunt. They tantalize. They flirt. They flatter. "Go ahead, it's OK." "Don't worry, no one will know." The world rams at your door; Jesus taps at your door. The voices scream for your allegiance; Jesus softly and tenderly requests it. The world promises flashy pleasure; Jesus promises a quiet dinner . . . with God. Which voice do you hear? from In the Eye of the Storm by Max Lucado * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * home | remember when | meet cathye
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