12 April 2015

posted 9 Apr 2015, 07:46 by C S Paul   [ updated 14 Apr 2017, 22:15 ]

12 April 2015

Quotes to Inspire


"Our greatest enemies, the ones we must fight most often, are within." — Thomas Paine

"The difference in winning and losing is most often ... not quitting." — Walt Disney

“As long as you can see each day as a chance for something new to happen ... you will stay young." — Sarah Louise Delany

"We now accept the fact that learning is a lifelong process of keeping abreast of change. And the most pressing task is to teach people how to learn." — Peter Drucker

“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” — Maya Angelou

"Don't ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you are not willing to move your feet." — Unknown

Forget injuries, never forget kindness.- Confucius

We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope. - Martin Luther King, Jr.

Believe, when you are most unhappy, that there is something for you to do in the world. So long as you can sweeten another’s pain, life is not in vain. - Helen Keller 

What you are afraid to do is a clear indicator of the next thing you need to do.

Forgiveness is the final form of love. That’s nice.

There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right. - Ralph Waldo Emerson 

No one could make a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only little. -Edmund Burke 

When your life flashes before your eyes, make sure it's fun to watch. - Advertisement for the MGM Grand Hotel 

Remembering that each of us will take our turns in darkness and in light, let us be light for one another when the darkness falls. 

I find that it is not the circumstances in which we are placed, but the spirit in which we face them, that constitutes our comfort. - Elizabeth T. King


The mustang dream

A Great, TRUE Story -- By Aprille Wyatt

I decided it was important to write this down... God is still working things out for our good, even in today’s world, and I didn’t want to forget any detail!
 
Where do I even begin?  The Mustang Story starts with the “cute little red Grand Am” story.  After a decision to live without a 7 year financial commitment to a car, I decided to buy an inexpensive car, pay it off quickly, and begin a new way of life for me:  one free of monthly payments and debt. This great idea was not as easy to pull off as I thought.  After weeks of looking for a perfect car, then settling for one that just ran good, then lowering my standards again to ANYTHING I could afford, I found the perfect car!  

I had gone to one of what seemed like hundreds of car lots only to find blemished, used up, other peoples’ abandoned treasures when I spotted this cute little red Grand Am sitting off to the side.  It belonged to the salesman and he had bought it for his niece and she had decided to buy an SUV instead. He had been driving it himself and not really trying to sell it.  It MUST be my car!! God knew I had been praying about my car situation and He was giving me this beauty! Someone else had made an offer on it and was supposed to try to get the money together and let them know by the next day. God was in control so I could wait!  I was just sure it was my car, even though the price was higher than I had determined to spend.  As it turns out, it WAS my car, it was perfect and had low mileage and it was newly painted RED!  The other buyer backed out, the salesman came down on the price that was just in my range and I drove it away.  It was a true gift from God and an answer to prayer.  I gave God the praise and the glory every time I looked at it and told everyone that amazing story! 
 
A few months later, the car was paid for and I was enjoying not having a car payment for the first time in my life! One rainy, storming night on my way home from work, I turned a corner and found myself on a flooded street.  As bigger cars and trucks went around me, I was swamped from the rush of water and the car stalled. I decided to sit it out, call a tow truck and when they pulled me out, I would just drive my car home. Simple. As I sat there praying, I told God my plan (I always say, if you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans!). Well, it didn’t quite work out that way!  

After an hour of torrential rain, (and HUGE trucks still forcing water over my hood!), I was still high and dry inside but the water outside was now up to the middle of my door. A puddle was forming on my floorboard but I was sure it would drain and dry out after the tow truck arrived! I noticed a policeman wading toward me through the lake in which I was now sitting.  I rolled down the window to tell him I was fine and waiting for the tow truck and before I could even think, he said I needed to get out of the car and OPENED MY DOOR to “rescue” me from my car!

Needless to say, the force of the water gushed into the car, covering me and my beautiful little car!  So much for my plans to drive my car home. In the days to come, the insurance company would total my beautiful God car and with $1000 more than I paid for it, I would start the tedious process of car shopping for a used car all over again. I could not understand why God would allow me to lose something that I gave Him glory for giving to me… unless He had a BETTER plan for my car. I did have more money to spend this time so that was a blessing.  What could it be?  I was excited to find out!
 
Once again, I began the car search.  I tried to keep a good attitude as I began to look at one after another cars that have, for whatever reason, been rejected by their former owners and were now vying for my attention.  Luckily for me (not for him!), my son was out of town for an extended time and he gave me his car to use, so at least I had no problems getting to work… and to look at cars.  

Every day off, for three weeks, I looked for cars. During the times I wasn’t out looking, I searched online for some one-owner, “little old lady” car with low mileage and no issues.  RIGHT!  One day, after several disappointments, I was in another town running down a hot CAR tip and turned the wrong way.  Seeing the numbers were going the wrong direction, I went to turn around, saw a car lot and thought I would check it out AND turn around at the same time.  I found myself behind the CAR OF MY DREAMS……a 2004 40th ANNIVERSARY MUSTANG CONVERTIBLE, PEWTER WITH A BLACK TOP!!  I start to cry thinking God had sent me here to finally claim my prize, the car I had dreamed about for years!
 
FLASH BACK to the year 2006. I was looking for a new car and saw this gorgeous Mustang from the street and pulled in the car lot to take a look.  It was perfect and almost new!  I drove it, loved it and desperately wanted to buy it.  It was just totally out of my monthly payment budget, so after several attempts to figure it all out, I said goodbye to my dream car.  Over the years, I have pointed out the car as I saw it pass by, mentioned it longingly to friends and family and kept it in the back of my mind as a dream that just never came true. And here I am pulling in right behind this car… was God leading me to turn the “wrong” way and end up here?  I was certain of it!
 
The salesman comes out.  In retrospect, I am sure he wishes he could have passed on this event!  I start blurting out that this is my car, God sent me here, it was my dream car and (with tears rolling down) HE wants me to finally have it!  By the way, what is the cost!?  He said he JUST got it in, he had no idea what the price was but he was very happy that I wanted to buy it!  I drove it, told the condensed version of the story of how I have loved this car for years and just lost a cute red car, made a wrong turn and GOD SENT ME THERE!!  

I made a very low offer of $3,000 less than their asking price… which was still $3000 more than I had in my pocket to spend!  I heard nothing.  I told everyone who would listen the story of my Mustang.  Everyone had advice.  Most said BUY IT, it is YOUR car, pay a fair price and get it!  I prayed for a number to offer and PEACE about whatever I did.  I did my part working out the financial end and waited for God to give me a bolt of lightening of guidance!!  

The next morning on my drive to work, I had decided to offer $1000 more and that would be the most I would do and my bottom line price I could pay.  If that didn’t work, it obviously wasn’t my car and I was prepared to move on.  I couldn’t reach them by phone at 7am, so as soon as I got to work, I sent them a fax with my FINAL offer and even said I would throw in a meal for everyone there… including dessert… if they accepted my offer (I even added a note at the bottom - if they had decided to give it to me at yesterday’s price to just disregard the fax)!  

Drama follows… HUGE drama involving lots of communication and mis-communication about the details of the sale. Every day, a co-worker would ask for an update on the Mustang saga.  He had loved the car through the years with me and if I wasn’t getting it, he would go and buy it over the weekend.  He went to the car dealership, made an offer of $1500 more than mine and they refused!  Amazing. They didn’t even take his number so they could call him back!  He was stumped about the whole thing but I told him it definitively must be my car since there was no way he could buy a car that God had already arranged for ME!  Did they have someone else in mind or was it really God working it out for MY good?  

I started looking for cars again knowing that if I was supposed to get that car, God wouldn’t let anyone else have it, right?  I thought my faith was strong… but what if it was just too much money?  Would God want me to not be a good steward of my financial situation and just buy it anyway?  I held my ground, remained peaceful and continued to look at one disappointing car after another when THE CALL CAME IN!!  They would accept my offer!  
 
The next morning, I had the money, in cash, in my hand and went to pick up my new baby!  THE END.
 
Actually, it really isn’t the end… and so many parts of the story are left out.  The countless friends and family offering me their cars, their money, their insight to help me make a dream come true.  So many believing that God had indeed sent me to that car and it was all part of His plan.  Based on the money I had, I knew I still couldn’t afford that Mustang so I never even looked for it.  God had to literally drive me right into it, have a sweet friend loan the extra money and give me peace through it all so He could show me how much he wanted to bless me!  

So many people will hear this story and I can only hope a small seed is planted in those who are not believers. For those of us who do believe, keep the faith!  I couldn’t help but think how many times I have put God in a box and may have missed His best for me just because I couldn’t, humanly, begin to figure out how something I have been praying about could possibly happen. I long to see things thorough His eyes and with His perspective.  Wouldn’t that be something?!
 
The best ending for this story would be if my Mustang was THE Mustang I drove back in 2006!  Well, I called the dealer and had them check the identification number and it WAS!!  Isn’t God fun?!

Jesus and the mud puddle

Author unknown... but you've got to believe a 6 year old

Howard County Sheriff Jerry Marr got a disturbing call one Saturday afternoon a few months ago. His 6-year-old grandson Mikey had been hit by a car while fishing in Greentown with his dad. 
 
The father and son were near a bridge by the Kokomo Reservoir when a woman lost control of her car, slid off the bridge and hit Mikey at a rate of about 50 mph. Sheriff Marr had seen the results of accidents like this and feared the worst. When he got to Saint Joseph Hospital , he rushed through the emergency room to find Mikey conscious and in fairly good spirits.  

"Mikey, what happened?" Sheriff Marr asked. Mikey replied, "Well, Papaw, I was fishin' with Dad, and some lady runned me over, I flew into a mud puddle, and broke my fishin' pole and I didn't get to catch no fish!" 
 
As it turned out, the impact propelled Mikey about 500 feet, over a few trees and an embankment and in to the middle of a mud puddle. His only injuries were to his right femur bone, which had broken in two places. Mikey had surgery to place pins in his leg. Otherwise the boy is fine.  

Since all the boy could talk about was that his fishing pole was broken, the Sheriff went out to Wal-Mart and bought him a new one while he was in surgery so he could have it when he came out. 
 
The next day the Sheriff sat with Mikey to keep him company in the hospital. Mikey was enjoying his new fishing pole and talked about when he could go fishing again as he cast into the trash can.

When they were alone Mikey, just as matter-of-fact, said, "Papaw, did you know Jesus is real?" 
 
"Well," the Sheriff replied, a little startled. "Yes, Jesus is real to all who believe in him and love him in their hearts." 
 
"No," said Mikey. "I mean Jesus is REALLY real." 
 
"What do you mean?" asked the Sheriff. 
 
"I know he's real 'cause I saw him," said Mikey, still casting into the trash can.  
"You did?" said the Sheriff. 
 
"Yep," said Mikey. "When that lady runned me over and broke my fishing pole, 
Jesus caught me in his arms and laid me down in the mud puddle."

GIVES YOU GOOSE BUMPS, DOESN'T IT?!

A slice of life

By Carol McAdoo Rehme

Jean heaved another world-weary sigh. Tucking a strand of shiny black hair behind her ear, she frowned at the teetering tower of Christmas cards waiting to be signed. What was the point? How could she sign only one name? A "couple" required two people, and she was just one.

The legal separation from Don had left her feeling vacant and incomplete. Maybe she would skip the cards this year. And the holiday decorating. Truthfully, even a tree felt like more than she could manage. She had canceled out of the caroling party and the church nativity pageant. Christmas was to be shared, and she had no one to share it with.

The doorbell's insistent ring startled her. Padding to the door in her thick socks, Jean cracked it open against the frigid December night. She peered into the empty darkness of the porch. Instead of a friendly face -- something she could use about now -- she found only a jaunty green gift bag perched on the railing. From whom? she wondered. And why?

Under the bright kitchen light, she pulled out handfuls of shredded gold tinsel, feeling for a gift. Instead, her fingers plucked an envelope from the bottom. Tucked inside was a typed letter. It was a...story?

The little boy was new to the Denmark orphanage, and Christmas was drawing near, Jean read. Already caught up in the tale, she settled into a kitchen chair.

From the other children, he heard tales of a wondrous tree that would appear in the hall on Christmas Eve and of the scores of candles that would light its branches. He heard stories of the mysterious benefactor who made it possible each year.

The little boy's eyes opened wide at the mere thought of all that splendor. The only Christmas tree he had ever seen was through the fogged windows of other people's homes. There was even more, the children insisted. More? Oh, yes! Instead of the orphanage's regular fare of gruel, they would be served fragrant stew and crusty, hot bread that special night.

Last, and best of all, the little boy learned, each of them would receive a holiday treat. He would join the line of children to get his very own....

Jean turned the page. Instead of a continuation, she was startled to read: "Everyone needs to celebrate Christmas, wouldn't you agree? Watch for Part II." She refolded the paper while a faint smile teased the corner of her mouth.

The next day was so busy that Jean forgot all about the story. That evening, she rushed home from work. If she hurried, she'd probably have enough time to decorate the mantle. She pulled out the box of garland, only to drop it when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she found herself looking at a red gift bag. She reached for it eagerly and pulled out the piece of paper.

...to get his very own orange, Jean read. An orange? That's a treat? she thought incredulously.

An orange! Of his very own? Yes, the others assured him. There would be one apiece. The boy closed his eyes against the wonder of it all. A tree. Candles. A filling meal. And an orange of his very own.

He knew the smell, tangy sweet, but only the smell. He had sniffed oranges at the merchant's stall in the marketplace. Once he had even dared to rub a single finger over the brilliant, pocked skin. He fancied for days that his hand still smelled of orange. But to taste one, to eat one? Heaven.

The story ended abruptly, but Jean didn't mind. She knew more would follow.

The next evening, Jean waited anxiously for the sound of the doorbell. She wasn't disappointed. This time, though, the embossed gold bag was heavier than the others had been. She tore into the envelope resting on top of the tissue paper.

Christmas Eve was all the children had been promised. The piney scent of fir competed with the aroma of lamb stew and homey yeast bread. Scores of candles diffused the room with golden halos. The boy watched in amazement as each child in turn eagerly claimed an orange and politely said "thank you."

The line moved quickly, and he found himself in front of the towering tree and the equally imposing headmaster.

"Too bad, young man, too bad. But the count was in before you arrived. It seems there are no more oranges. Next year. Yes, next year you will receive an orange."

Brokenhearted, the orphan raced up the stairs empty-handed to bury both his face and his tears beneath his pillow.

Wait! This wasn't how she wanted the story to go. Jean felt the boy's pain, his aloneness.

The boy felt a gentle tap on his back. He tried to still his sobs. The tap became more insistent until, at last, he pulled his head from under the pillow.

He smelled it before he saw it. A cloth napkin rested on the mattress. Tucked inside was a peeled orange, tangy sweet. It was made of segments saved from the others. A slice donated from each child. Together they added up to make one whole, complete fruit.

An orange of his very own.

Jean swiped at the tears trickling down her cheeks. From the bottom of the gift bag she pulled out an orange -- a foil-covered chocolate orange--already separated into segments. And for the first time in weeks, she smiled. Really smiled.

She set about making copies of the story, wrapping individual slices of the chocolate orange. There was Mrs. Potter across the street, spending her first Christmas alone in 58 years. There was Melanie down the block, facing her second round of radiation. Her running partner, Jan, single-parenting a difficult teen. Lonely Mr. Bradford losing his eyesight, and Sue, sole care-giver to an aging mother....

A piece from her might help make one whole. 


Jesus cut a deal with satan
Author Unknown

One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap(!), used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"

"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.

Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"

"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked.

"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.

"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.

"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you! You don't want THOSE people!!"

"How much?" He asked again.

Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your tears, and all your blood."

Jesus said, "DONE!"

Then He paid the price.*

* HE paid the price by dying on the cross for the forgiveness of the sins of mankind.


Just for laughs

The light bulb

Two factory workers were talking. "I think I'll take some time off from work." said the man.

"How do you think you'll do that?" said his workmate.

He proceeded to show him ... by climbing up to the rafters, and hanging upside down.

The boss walked in, saw the worker hanging from the ceiling, and asked him what on earth he was doing?

"I'm a light bulb," answered the guy.

"I think you need some time off," said the boss.

So, the man jumped down and walked out of the factory. His workmate began walking out, too.

The boss asked him where did he think he was going? He answered, "Home, I can't work in the dark."

The Pope in heaven

The Pope dies and goes to meet St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter escorts him in, and shows him to his mansion. The Mansion is huge, with angels circling the outside, and a massive deck at the rear where the Pope can watch the heavens in his robe and relax in his golden lounge chair.

St. Peter says, "Just make yourself at home, I have some errands to attend to and I'll be back to see that you're settled in.". The Pope eases into his golden lounge chair, and a small angel brings him a cool glass of water to sip, at which point a golden table appears out of nowhere, in just the right spot for the Pope to put down the glass between sips. The Pope is amazed further to find that the glass is always full when he picks it up, never running dry.

As he sits relaxing, the Pope watches other mansions float by on their clouds, and while finding them beautiful, he also observes that his is larger than any of them, as befits a Pope. Then from a distance, the Pope hears this amazing music; He looks to his left, and far away he sees a mansion ten times the size of his. Angels, cherubim, and seraphim are circling it, and then there's that wonderful music.....

As the mansion draws close, the music gets louder, and louder, and as it passes by, the Pope has to cover his ears, because of the sheer volume.

Later, St. Peter returns. The Pope says, "This is really wonderful. I have seen God's own mansion float by! There were angels, cherubim, seraphim, and this wonderful music...". "Wait a minute," say St. Peter. "Was the music really loud?" "Yes", said the Pope.

"That wasn't God's mansion, that was Jimi Hendrix' place." "Jimi Hendrix???!!!" said the Pope. "Why does he have a mansion ten times the size of mine? I was the leader of the Catholic Church!"

"Settle down!" said St. Peter. "We get you Popes in here all the time. We don't get many musicians." 

Did you know ?

  • 111, 111, 111 X 111, 111, 111 = 12, 345, 678, 987, 654, 321
  • 27% of U.S. male college students believe life is "a meaningless existential hell."
  • 3% of all mammals are monogamous
  • 315 entries in Webster's 1996 dictionary were misspelled.
  • 315 words in the 1996 Webster's dictionary were mispelled.
  • 4 tablespoons of ketchup has about the same amount of nutrition as a ripe tomato.
  • A "Blue Moon" is the second full moon in a calendar month (it is rarely blue).
  •  A "hairbreadth away" is 1/48 of an inch.
  •  A "jiffy" is actually a proper time unit for 1/100th of a second
  •  A "quidnunc" is a person who is eager to know the latest news and gossip. 


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