Sacrifice

An article in National Geographic several years ago provided a
penetrating picture of God's wings.
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park,
forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage.

One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely
on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight,
he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he struck it,
four tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings.

The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster,
had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and
had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing
that the toxic smoke would rise.

She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies.
When the blaze had arrived and the heat had singed her small body,
the mother had remained steadfast. Because she had been willing to die,
those under the cover of her wings would live.

So it is with our Lord, Jesus Christ,
those under the cover of  HIS wings will live
and will have no fear!!
Author Unknown

From a Real Mother to Our Lord!

Because You Loved Me
For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I'll be forever thankful.

You're the one who held me up;Never let me fall
You're the one who saw me through it all
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand so I could touch the sky.

I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I'm grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don't know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you.

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'cause you believed.

I'm everything I am because you loved me
You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining through for me
You've been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth.

My world is a better place because of you
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
You lifted me up when I couldn't reach.

You gave me hope because I believe
I'm everything I am because you loved me
I'm everything I am because I loved you.

 Author Unknown

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Mother's Patience

Real Mothers don't eat quiche;
they don't have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried playdough
doesn't come out of shag    carpets.
Real Mothers don't want to know
what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask "why me?"
and get their answer when a
little voice says,
"because I love you best."
Real Mothers know that a child's growth
is not measured by height,
years or grade,It is marked by the progression of
Mama to Mommy to Mom...

Author Unknown

The Images of Mother...

4 YEARS OF AGE ~My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE ~My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE ~ Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE ~ Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE ~ That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE ~ Well, she might know a little bit about it.
35 YEARS OF AGE ~ Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wish I could talk it over with Mom

 The beauty of a woman

Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen
from in her eyes, the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The compassion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman,
With passing years-only grows!

Author Unknown

Little Prayer

Dear Lord Thank You For Today.
Walk beside me all the way,
Keep me safe from all that would
Cause me heartache if it could.
Guard my eyes, and ears, and lips,
Give me strenth to come to grips
With each problem I must face,
And some courage, just in case.

Author Unknown

"THE DANCE"

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