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Today
- A Special Occasion
Since we moved from
Colorado to Alabama last June, I have been sorting, and
sorting and SORTING! We have a house in Colorado, a house
in Alabama and a rented storage unit in each state---
Large storage units! All full!
We have saved all of my
parents' thanks all of my husband's parents' things, some
of our children's things and, of course, most everything
we've ever owned. What is most shocking about all this
stuff is that there is box after box packed with things
saved for some special time in the future. Many have
never been used.
There's a lovely
bedspread my mother was "saving for good," a
formal dress I've long since outgrown but have never
worn, crystal glasses awaiting a special holiday (of
course, I can never find them at holiday time) and the
list goes on...
Well, we're unpacking it
all and are using what we can now and giving the rest to
others. God doesn't hide His best away. He gives it to us
each day. Should I do less?
God has taught us in
scripture to neither dwell on the past nor fret over the
future, but to treasure the present. Today is all we
really have and what a glorious gift it is! What a shame
so many of us sacrifice the joys of our todays for some
imagined future happiness. With eyes focused far ahead we
fail to see and experience the beauty of now. Indeed, we
may make "now" a drudgery to be endured, a time
to bide until something better or more special comes
along.
If you find yourself in
a rut, step out of it. Firmly grab hold of this day the
Lord has made and LIVE IT! It's truly special. It's truly
yours. And it is priceless beyond telling. Don't let it
be lost in a blur of "urgent" activity nor
drown in a sea of regretful mistakes gone by. Every day
is a new beginning, and thanks to the Lord's finished
work on the cross, you have a clean slate!
Why not celebrate today
as a very special occasion. Drag out the good dishes,
linens, or other family treasures and let the family
enjoy them. Wear that special dress, get your hair done,
pamper yourself - and everyone else. Let your heart and
your home reflect a festive mood. You are alive! Your
spouse and children are alive. Your friends are living,
too. Celebrate these lives and thank God for them.
Get out your hopes and
dreams and revise them a bit to reflect what you already
have. Think how many people would be ecstatic to have a
fraction of your blessings. You are loved, blessed and
alive. It's time to celebrate today... and don't forget
to invite the Lord to the party!
A Story To Live
By
by Ann
Wells (Los Angeles Times)
Submitted by Henrietta Johnson
My brother-in-law opened
the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a
tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said,
"is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded
the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite;
silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The
price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still
attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went to
New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it.
She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess
this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and
put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking
to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material
for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned
to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special
occasion. Every day you're alive is a special
occasion."
I remembered those words through the funeral and the days
that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to
all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I
thought about them on the plane returning to California
from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives.
I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or
heard or done. I thought about the things that she had
done without realizing that they were special.
I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed
my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting
on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about
the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my
family and friends and less time in committee meetings.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience
to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these
moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good
china and crystal for every special event - such as
losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first
camellia blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My
theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49
for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not
saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in
hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that
function as well as my party-going friends'.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are
losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing
or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it
now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she
known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all
take for granted. I think she would have called family
members and a few close friends. She might have called a
few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past
squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a
Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll
never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me
angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because
I put off seeing good Friends whom I was going to get in
touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written
certain letters that I intended to write-one of these
days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and
daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm
trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save
anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.
And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that
it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath
truly is...a gift from God.
You might consider taking a few minutes to send a link to
this page to a few people you care about, just to let
them know that you're thinking of them. Even if you
choose not to do so, try instituting this new philosophy
in your life. You may be pleasantly surprised at the
differences it can make.
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