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Thanks for the angel, Danielle!

The Bed by the Window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band -he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue. . . .There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.

IS HEAVEN IN THE YELLOW PAGES?

Mommy went to Heaven,
but I need her here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down,
I need her right away.

Operator can you tell me how
to find her in this book?
Is Heaven in the yellow part?
I don't know where to look.

I think my daddy needs her too,
at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes,
but I really don't know why.

Maybe if I call her,
she will hurry home to me.

Is Heaven very far away, is it across the sea?

She's been gone a long, long time
she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her,
but I simply don't know how.

Help me find the number please,
is it listed under "Heaven"?
I can't read these big, big words,
I am only seven.

I'm sorry operator,
I didn't mean to make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too,
or is there something in your eye?

If I give my church a call
maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help
that's where we should go.

I found the number to my church
tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator,
I'll give them a call.


What Do Angels Look Like?

Like the little old lady
who returned your wallet yesterday.

Like the taxi driver who told you
that your eyes
light up the world, when you smile.

Like the small child who showed you
the wonder in simple things.

Like the poor man who offered to
share his lunch with you.

Like the rich man who showed you that it
really is all possible, if only you believe.

Like the stranger who just happened to come along,
when you had lost your way.

Like the friend who touched your heart,
when you didn't think you had one to touch.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes,
all ages and skin types.
Some with freckles, some with dimples,
Some with wrinkles, some without.

They come disguised as friends, enemies,
teachers, students, lovers and fools.

They don't take life too seriously,
they travel light.
They leave no forwarding address,
they ask nothing in return.
They wear sneakers with gossamer wings.
They are hard to find when your eyes are closed,
But they are everywhere you look,
when you choose to see.

NATURAL HIGHS

Falling in love.

Laughing so hard your face hurts.

A hot shower.

No lines at the Super WalMart.

A special glance.

Getting mail.

Taking a drive on a pretty road.

Hearing your favorite song on the radio.

Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.

Hot towels out of the dryer.

Chocolate milkshake.

A long distance phone call.

Giggling.

A good conversation.

Waking up in the mountains.

Finding a $20 bill in your coat pocket from last winter.

Laughing at yourself.

Midnight phonecalls that last for hours.

Running through sprinklers.

Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.

Having someone tell you that you're beautiful/good looking.

Laughing at an inside joke.

Friends.

Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.

Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.

Making new friends or spending time with old ones.

Sweet dreams.

Road trips with friends.

Swinging on swings.

Watching a good movie cuddled up on a couch with someone you love.

Wrapping presents under the Xmas tree while eating cookies and drinking eggnog.

Song lyrics printed inside your new cd so you can sing along without feeling stupid.

Making eye contact with a cute stranger.

Long walks on warm summer nights.

Making chocolate chip cookies.

Riding a bike downhill.

Knowing in your heart that even though things suck right now, life goes on and chips will get better.

Finding out that someone likes you.

Remembering the past that you once dreaded and laughing at it.

Acheiving your personal goal.

Dancing with a guy/girl on a slow song.

Turning on the radio and discovering that your favorite song just started.

Seeing the ocean for the first time.

The laid back feeling of Friday afternoons.

Listening to your grand-dad tell you stories while you sit with him on the swing.

When you find out that your friends stick up for you.

When someone tells you everythings going to be okay.

Getting a genuine compliment from a complete stranger...

When someone you love holds you in their arms.

Feeling loved.

Returning home from a hard day and finding you have mail from someone important in your life.

The Way You Look at Things.

One day a father and his rich family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing him how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night on the farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"
"Very good Dad!"
"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.
"Yeah!"
"And what did you learn?"
The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden, they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden, they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon."
When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless. His son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are!"


Measure Your Lifetime in Blessings

Measure your lifetime in blessings,
Not in the years you have known...
Count up the number of people you've touched,
Add up the love you have shown...

Measure your days in the gladness
That you and your loved ones have shared...
Tally the smiles on the faces of friends,
Total the times you have cared...

Yes, measure your lifetime in blessings,
And you'll always remain in your prime--
For youth is a feeling you keep in your heart
Whether seven or seventy-nine.

Count Your Blessings

Today I stood at my window
and cursed the pouring rain,
Today a desperate farmer
prayed for his fields of grain.
My weekend plans are ruined,
it almost makes me cry...
While the farmer lifts his arms
and blesses the clouded sky.

The alarm went off on Monday
and I cursed my work routine,
Next door a laid off mechanic
feels the empty pockets of his jeans.
I can't wait for my vacation,
some time to take for me...
He doesn't know tonight
how he'll feed his family.

I cursed my leaky roof
and the grass I need to mow,
A homeless man downtown
checks for change in the telephone.
I need a new car,
mine is getting really old...
He huddles in a doorway,
seeking shelter from the cold.

With blessings I'm surrounded,
the rain, a job, a home,
Though my eyes are often blinded
by the things I think I own.

THE CROSS

The young man was at the end of his rope. Seeing no way out, he dropped to his knees in prayer. "Lord, I can't go on," he said. "I have too heavy a cross to bear."
The Lord replied, "My son, if you can't bear its weight, just place your cross inside this room. Then, open that other door and pick out any cross you wish."
The man was filled with relief. "Thank you, Lord," he sighed, and he did as he was told.
Upon entering the other door, he saw many crosses, some so large the Tops were not visible. Then, he spotted a tiny cross leaning against a far wall.
"I'd like that one, Lord" he whispered.
And the Lord replied, "My son, that is the cross you just brought in."

When life's problems seem overwhelming, it helps to look around and see what other people are coping with. You may consider yourself fortunate.


Happiness

We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby,
then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and
we'll be more content when they are.

After that we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with.
We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage.

We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together,
when we get a nicer car,
are able to go on a nice vacation,
when we retire.

The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now.

If not now, when?

Your life will always be filled with challenges.
It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway.

For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin -
real life.
But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first,
some unfinished business, time still to be served,
a debt to be paid.
Then life would begin.

At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my "life".

This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness.
Happiness is the way.
So, treasure every moment that you have.
And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special,
special enough to spend your time...
and remember that time waits for no one...

So stop waiting until you finish school,
until you go back to school,
until you lose ten pounds,
until you gain ten pounds,
until you have kids,
until your kids leave the house,
until you start work,
until you retire,
until you get married,
until you get divorced,
until Friday night,
until Sunday morning,
until you get a new car or home,
until your car or home is paid off,
until spring,
until summer, until fall,
until winter,
until you are off welfare,
until the first or fifteenth,
until your song comes on,
until you've had a drink,
until you've sobered up,
until you die,
until you are born again
to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy...

Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

Thought for the day:

Work like you don't need money,
Love like you've never been hurt,
And dance like no one's watching.

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings,
thank you, Lord, that I can hear.
There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light
as long as possible,
thank you, Lord, that I can see.
Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising,
thank you Lord, that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic,
when socks are lost, toast is burned and tempers are short,
my children are so loud thank you, Lord, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines
and the menu is at times balanced,
thank you, Lord, for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous,
thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no job.

Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day
and wish my circumstances were not so modest,
thank you, Lord, for life.

If we can pass this on to most people we know, it might help a bit to make this world a better place to live in, right? Pass it on.....


Worry

You've been on my mind and heart, and I've been praying for you. I see you struggling and planning, worrying and sweating, crying and running at a furious pace. You're trying to move that mountain by yourself again, huh?
God asks that we cast all our cares on Him because He cares.

Think about what your worrying says to God when you refuse to give things over to Him.

When you worry about money, you're telling Him that He is unable to provide for His children. That although He has riches beyond belief in Heaven, He is too stingy to share them with you.

When you worry that no one understands you, you're telling Him that although He has been with you since before you were formed in the womb and has carved you into the palm of His hand, He doesn't know you.

When you worry that you will not have enough food, you're telling Him that although He rained down bread from Heaven in the desert to feed His children, you are the one He's forgotten.

When you worry that your enemies will have victory over you, you're telling God that although He has given you spiritual battle gear to defend yourself, that despite His track record of being a giant slayer, Red Sea divider, lion mouth closer and a furnace cooler, He can't handle your co-worker, your neighbor, or a former friend.

When you worry that your children have decided to follow the world instead of your example, you're telling God that He doesn't keep His promises. That despite the fact that you have raised them up in the   way they should go, they'll stray because basically, He lied.

When you worry because the doctors told you that children are impossible, that a cure is impossible, that healing is impossible, you're telling Him that this world controls your fate. You're saying that prayer time with Him is nearly something to pass the time. You're saying that although He can raise the dead, make a virgin conceive and open the womb of a woman well past eighty, heal a 12 year issue of blood, make the blind see and the lame walk, He can't help   you.

When you worry that you won't be able to do enough to earn forgiveness, you're telling Him that's okay Lord, no need for Your Son to die, I can earn my own forgiveness. Let's just act like Jesus never died, tell Him never mind He doesn't need to go to the cross.

  When you worry that no one will love you, that you'll be lonely for the rest of your life, you're telling Him that His love is insufficient. That He couldn't possibly love you enough to ward away   loneliness. You're saying that although He has promised life more abundantly, He was lying. That despite the fact that He started off saying that it is not good that we be alone, He's changed His mind.

When you worry and refuse to give the problem over to Him, you're telling Him that although He could create the world, He can't handle what's going on in your world, so you will. You are saying that He won't work things out, that obstacles cannot be overcome, that mountains can't be climbed, that healing cannot occur, that what is lost will not be found, that joy does not come in the morning, that He is not the God of a second chance, that the Promised Land has been   swallowed up by the desert, that you have discovered the height, depth and width of His love and found it to fall short of your needs. Think about all that you're saying to the one who loves you the most and who has all power, really think about it. Then open your hands and release what you've been holding onto. Bow down on your knees and ask Him to forgive you for doubting Him. Walk away with a peaceful heart and note the footsteps that go before you to make the crooked places straight, a way in the wilderness and water spring forth in the desert.

"Do not fear, for I am with you; do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." Isaiah 41:10

If Jesus Came to Visit

Would you have to change your clothes
before you let Him in?
Or hide some magazines,
and put the Bible where they'd been?

Would you hide your worldly music
and put some hymn books out?
Could you let Jesus walk right in,
or would you rush about?

And I wonder.. if the Savior
spent a day or two with you,
would you go right on doing,
the things you always do?

Would you go right on saying,
the things you always say?
Would life for you continue
as it does from day to day?

Would you take Jesus with you
everywhere you go?
Or would you maybe change your plans
for just a day or so?

Would you be glad to have Him
meet your closest friends?
Or would you hope they stay away
until His visit ends?

Would you be glad to have Him stay
forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with great relief
when He at last was gone?

It might be interesting to know,
the things that you would do,
If Jesus came in person,
to spend some time with you.