From my "Little Bunk House on the Prairie" to you.......
I face many storms every day and many times feel like I'm not
going to make it. I pray a lot and converse with my Guardian Angels
a lot. I have a copy of this someplace but received it today in an email
from a great friend. She seems to know when I'm under a lot of pressure.
I thought it might be a help or blessing to someone out there is my prayer.
TURBULENCE
A pastor had been on a long flight between church conferences. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: Fasten Your Seat Belts.
Then, after a while, a calm voice said, 'We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened.
As the pastor looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive.
Later, the voice on the intercom said, 'We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us.
And then the storm broke . . .. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning Lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash. The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, 'As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
'Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and every- thing within her small world was calm and orderly. 'Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid.' The minister could hardly believe his eyes.
It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the storm and the behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.
The child replied, 'Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home.
There are many kinds of storms that buffet us. Physical, mental, financial, domestic, and many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a darkened sky.
Let us remember: Our Father is the Pilot. He is in control and taking us home. Don't worry!
Our God is an everlasting Rock'.... Isaiah 26:4
Monday, April 14, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
TRIUMPH
Well...., Welcome back to the "Little Bunk House on the Prairie" and
my little end of the world.
It has been a few days since I was on this Train of Verbal Chat.
Hope all has been well with all of ya. Things have been quit busy
for me. Ebay offered a 1cent listing fee for 4 days in March and you
guessed it, Jonas went nuts. I listed close to 200 items at a very low
starting bid and the buyers jumped all over them. By the time the
Sales ended, I was Shipping (and still am) 25 to 30 packages every
other day. This I can "REALLY PRAISE " God for. Why? A few months
or so ago, we had our Texas State Missions Rep. here and he didn't preach
the usual Mission Sermon you may be used to hearing. Long story short, I
made some personal decisions that Sunday Night. I dedicated my entire
Ebay thing to the Lord and decided to (above my Tithes) give a percentage
to Missions (above my Mission Pledge) and a percentage to the Youth Work.
God has really been blessing me in doing this.
TRIUMPH
"It's not the critic who counts.......It's not the man who points out how the
Strong man stumbled..........Credit belongs to the man who really was
in the arena, his face marred by dust, sweat and blood, who strives
valiantly, who errs to come up short and short again, because there is
no effert without error and shortcoming. It is the man who actually
strives to do the deeds, who knows the great enthusiam and great devotion,
who spends himself on a worthy cause, who, at best, knows in the end
the triumph of great achievement. And who, at worst, if he fails, at least
fails daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and
cruel souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
Theodore Roosevelt
my little end of the world.
It has been a few days since I was on this Train of Verbal Chat.
Hope all has been well with all of ya. Things have been quit busy
for me. Ebay offered a 1cent listing fee for 4 days in March and you
guessed it, Jonas went nuts. I listed close to 200 items at a very low
starting bid and the buyers jumped all over them. By the time the
Sales ended, I was Shipping (and still am) 25 to 30 packages every
other day. This I can "REALLY PRAISE " God for. Why? A few months
or so ago, we had our Texas State Missions Rep. here and he didn't preach
the usual Mission Sermon you may be used to hearing. Long story short, I
made some personal decisions that Sunday Night. I dedicated my entire
Ebay thing to the Lord and decided to (above my Tithes) give a percentage
to Missions (above my Mission Pledge) and a percentage to the Youth Work.
God has really been blessing me in doing this.
TRIUMPH
"It's not the critic who counts.......It's not the man who points out how the
Strong man stumbled..........Credit belongs to the man who really was
in the arena, his face marred by dust, sweat and blood, who strives
valiantly, who errs to come up short and short again, because there is
no effert without error and shortcoming. It is the man who actually
strives to do the deeds, who knows the great enthusiam and great devotion,
who spends himself on a worthy cause, who, at best, knows in the end
the triumph of great achievement. And who, at worst, if he fails, at least
fails daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and
cruel souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
Theodore Roosevelt
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