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Barked: Sat May 15, '10 7:47am PST 
Oh, praise the Lord . . . ! He is my strength, my shield from every danger. . . .
Psalm 28:6-7 (TLB)

During the heat of the California summer, we invite our neighbors to come over anytime for a dip in our pool. Van is a favorite; he loves to cycle up and down our hills, his forehead dripping under his protective helmet, and it’s great to see him park his bike by the pool and plunge in, staying under so long that it’s a relief when he eventually surfaces.

This particular weekend his son was with him. On leave from his base in San Diego, he was tall, with the upright, straight-as-an-arrow deportment typical of the military, a firm handshake and steady eyes that locked into those of the person talking to him. I liked him. I liked him even more when he peeled off his T-shirt to take a swim, for across his upper torso, under his collar bone, was a tattoo: Carpe Diem, Latin for “seize the day.” I was fascinated. “Tell me about this,” I asked.

“I want to make every moment of my life count,” he said, giving me his father’s wide smile. “My service to God, to my country and to making the world a better place. This is a daily reminder of my commitment.”

He sprang from the diving board and swam the length of the pool in one swoop, like a torpedo. On the return lap, his arms were turbojets churning the water. Wow, I thought, if he represents the caliber of our military, we’re in good hands!

Merciful God, hear our anxious prayer For those who serve, both far and near, Be their shield and keep them safe, In Your loving care.

By Fay Angus
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Barked: Tue May 18, '10 5:43am PST 
Hear my prayer, O Lord; listen to my cry for mercy. In the day of my trouble I will call to you, for you will answer me.
Psalm 86:6-7

Dad, how does prayer work?”

This morning I finished my breakfast and was on my way up the stairs for a shower when my daughter Christine came out of her bedroom and asked me this question. The look on her face told me it was serious and more than a theological question.

At first I wasn’t sure how to respond. I stumbled along and then slowly began to say, “Sometimes we pray . . . and God gives us what we ask for. Others times the response takes longer or never seems to come. I’m not sure why . . .” While I was trying to say something that made sense, I could see that Christine was very upset.

She followed me into my room and said, “Dad, I keep praying for something, but nothing happens.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Once again I tried to find the right thing to say so that my daughter wouldn’t lose her faith in prayer and, more importantly, in God. What I wanted to say but didn’t was something I heard once from a Guideposts prayer volunteer: “I don’t know how God is going to answer these prayers. But I do know that God answers them.”

In spite of Christine’s seemingly unanswered prayer, she hasn’t stopped praying or believing—and neither have I.

Lord, may Your love sustain me when my faith is weak.

By Pablo Diaz
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Barked: Fri May 21, '10 5:44am PST 
God's Rosebud
==============

A new minister
was walking with an older,
more seasoned minister
in the garden one day.

Feeling a bit insecure
about what God
had for him to do,
he was asking the older preacher
for some advice.

The older preacher
walked up to a rosebush
and handed the young preacher
a rosebud and told him
to open it
without tearing off any petals.

The young preacher
looked in disbelief
at the older preacher
and was trying to figure out
what a rosebud
could possibly have to do
with his wanting to know
the will of God
for his life and ministry.

But because of his great respect
for the older preacher,
he proceeded to try to unfold the rose,
while keeping every petal intact.

It wasn't long
before he realized
how impossible
this was to do.

Noticing the younger preacher's
inability to unfold the rosebud
without tearing it,
the older preacher began
to recite the following poem...


"It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine."

"The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so easily,
But in my hands they die."

"If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?"

"So I'll trust in God for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance
In each step of the way."

"The path that lies before me,
Only my Lord knows.
I'll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose."


~Charlie Gilchrist~
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Barked: Mon May 24, '10 7:25am PST 
Trust God to Do it His Way
TODAY'S SCRIPTURE
"As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts"
(Isaiah 55:9, NIV)

TODAY'S WORD
Every person has things they're believing for, situations they want to see changed, and dreams God has placed in their hearts. But sometimes, we spend way too much time trying to figure out how it's all going to happen. Then, if we're not careful, it becomes easy to put God in a box and to begin telling Him how to do it... when to do it... and where do to it. Sounds kind of ridiculous when you think of it that way, doesn't it? Today's scripture tells us that God's ways are not our ways. They are higher and better than our ways. Aren't you glad of that today - I sure am!
If you don't get your way, if things don't happen on your timetable, instead of getting discouraged, why not commit today's scripture to memory and begin believing that God has something better in store? Just because it doesn't happen your way doesn't mean it's not going to happen. Remember, God has a plan for your life - every day, every moment is covered. He's already got it all figured out. Don't slow things up by trying to get it done your way. Instead, learn to simply say, "God, I'm trusting You. I know You have my best interest at heart. And even if things don't go exactly the way I though they should or would, I'm choosing to believe that You're still directing my steps into the abundant life You have for me."

A PRAYER FOR TODAY
Heavenly Father, I'm choosing right now to trust You fully. I cast all of my cares on You - the little ones, and the big ones. I give You my plans, dreams, and desires for the future. Thank You, thank you for working behind the scenes on my behalf... even when I waver in doubt at times. Fill me with Your peace and patience as I wait to see Your holy plan unfold all around me. In Jesus' Name. Amen
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Barked: Tue May 25, '10 11:29am PST 
Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness. . . .
Psalm 51:1

After years of aching and wincing and acting huffy when people asked why I was limping, I finally gave in: I decided to have replacement surgery for my right hip. The prospect did not appeal to me. I’d had my tonsils and adenoids out when I was six and my appendix removed when I was in my thirties, and I didn’t remember the experiences as being much fun.

I tried to bluff it out, but my friends Jeanne and Mona insisted on coming to the hospital with me for check-in and even appeared in the recovery room, and my friend Nancy was close by to field phone calls and relay messages. Nonetheless I was by myself when an orderly wheeled me out of recovery to my room and shifted me into bed. I heard the rails on the bed go up with a click, felt the IV in my arm being adjusted. I was vulnerable, weak, sore. And very much alone.

I opened my eyes to see a smiling woman beside my bed. “Hello,” she said quietly. “My name is Mercy. I’m the head nurse on the ward.” She showed me the button to push if I needed help. “We’ll take good care of you,” she said. “Now rest.”

Mercy. She wrote her name on the blackboard that hung on the wall at the foot of my bed. I stared at the name. Mercy. I’d never thought much about mercy before. And yet now with my defenses down and my body compromised, mercy was exactly what I needed. Throughout the evening, all night and the next day, as I drifted in and out of sleep, every time I opened my eyes I saw the name, the word, before me on the blackboard.

Mercy. My name is Mercy. I will take care of you. Now rest.

By Mary Ann O'Roark
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Barked: Tue May 25, '10 11:29am PST 
Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness. . . .
Psalm 51:1

After years of aching and wincing and acting huffy when people asked why I was limping, I finally gave in: I decided to have replacement surgery for my right hip. The prospect did not appeal to me. I’d had my tonsils and adenoids out when I was six and my appendix removed when I was in my thirties, and I didn’t remember the experiences as being much fun.

I tried to bluff it out, but my friends Jeanne and Mona insisted on coming to the hospital with me for check-in and even appeared in the recovery room, and my friend Nancy was close by to field phone calls and relay messages. Nonetheless I was by myself when an orderly wheeled me out of recovery to my room and shifted me into bed. I heard the rails on the bed go up with a click, felt the IV in my arm being adjusted. I was vulnerable, weak, sore. And very much alone.

I opened my eyes to see a smiling woman beside my bed. “Hello,” she said quietly. “My name is Mercy. I’m the head nurse on the ward.” She showed me the button to push if I needed help. “We’ll take good care of you,” she said. “Now rest.”

Mercy. She wrote her name on the blackboard that hung on the wall at the foot of my bed. I stared at the name. Mercy. I’d never thought much about mercy before. And yet now with my defenses down and my body compromised, mercy was exactly what I needed. Throughout the evening, all night and the next day, as I drifted in and out of sleep, every time I opened my eyes I saw the name, the word, before me on the blackboard.

Mercy. My name is Mercy. I will take care of you. Now rest.

By Mary Ann O'Roark
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Barked: Wed May 26, '10 7:26am PST 
Daily Thoughts

A Time to Think
When a man has quietly made up his mind that there is nothing he cannot endure, his fears leave him.—Grove Patterson

To Act
Take notice of the changes that are blooming around you.

To Pray
Dear God, when the odds are against me, help me to go the distance
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Barked: Thu May 27, '10 4:28am PST 
Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
— Proverbs 16:18
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Barked: Sat May 29, '10 5:24am PST 
Daily Thoughts

A Time to Think
The greatest thing a man can do for his Heavenly Father is to be kind to some of His other children.—Henry Drummond

To Act
Respect and nurture those around you.

To Pray
Father, teach me to treat all the people I meet as members of one family through Your love.
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Barked: Mon May 31, '10 8:37pm PST 
Surprised
==========

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well..

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.

'And why is everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'

Judge Not!

~Author Unknown~
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