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 | | Barked: Fri May 22, '09 7:01am PST | |  | |  | | May 22, 2009
“There is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”
Luke 15:10 (NIV)
Our daughter Jody asked me to watch her cat Jake-O over the weekend while she was out of town. I didn’t mind, although Jake-O was spoiled and fussy. From the moment Jody left him with me, he either hissed at me or hid beneath the sofa.
My day brightened when my husband Wayne, who’d been out of town, arrived home early. I rushed outside to greet him and in my excitement left the front door open. Seeing his opportunity, Jake-O, who’d never been outside and had been declawed, shot out the door and into the woods.
Wayne and I searched for hours. We offered a reward for anyone who would return him to us. But by the end of the day, we’d given up hope.
That night all I could think about was poor Jake-O. In a strange environment he’d be unable to find his way back to the house. Without claws he had no way to protect himself and some forest creature was sure to kill him. As I lay in bed, sick at heart, I prayed that the angels would watch over him.
Eventually I fell asleep, but my dreams were filled with Jake-O. I woke to the faint and distant cry of a . . . Could it be a cat? Disoriented, I raced down the hallway. Sure enough, it was Jake-O. He was on the second-story windowsill, peering at me through the glass.
Wayne joined me, and we both marveled at how Jake-O had gotten up so high. Jokingly, Wayne suggested that perhaps an angel had planted him there. I remembered my prayer and smiled.
“You know, sweetheart, you just might be right.”
Lord, thank You for caring about those who are lost and for rejoicing when one of them is found, even if it’s a fussy cat named Jake-O.
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Dayzee
I got THE- power!! Jesus.
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| | Barked: Tue May 26, '09 6:47am PST | | | | | | The Alaskan Chronicles - Four Pounds
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"There's only four pounds of pressure in the tires," Steve said.
It was our first full day in Alaska, and we were leaving for an
all-day ATV trip through the Alaskan backwoods to a glacier.
Steve explained that having only four pounds of pressure in the
tires helped the tires to bounce over rocks, logs and hills
without the tire being damaged. Since the ATV sat on the tires
and we sat on the ATV, the four pounds helped keep us from
being damaged.
For six hours we bounced over rocks, drove through rivers and
streams, and bounced over hills. I understood the four-pound
principle the rough way.
As people, we need four pounds.
Life comes at you hard. Rocky stuff, hilly stuff, stuff that
nearly drowns you and takes your breath away often faces you on
this journey. We need four pounds.
We are often overinflated.
We are puffed up, stiff necked and stuck up. When a rock or
hard experience gets in our path, instead of giving and easily
rolling over it, we hit it like we have iron instead of four
pound tires.
The resulting impact shatters us.
Much of our psychological pain is due to wounds to our ego.
It was one of the greatest and most thrilling adventures that
I'd ever experienced. I would not have made it overinflated.
Perhaps to rise higher, we need to let some of the air out.
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I got THE- power!! Jesus.
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| | Barked: Fri May 29, '09 4:22pm PST | | | | | | THE LORD'S BASEBALL GAME
Freddy and the Lord stood by to observe a
baseball game.
The Lord's team was playing Satan's team.
The Lord's team was at bat, the score was tied zero to zero,
and it was the bottom of the 9th inning with two outs. They continued
to watch as a batter stepped up to the plate named "Love"
Love swung at the first pitch and hit a single, because
"Love never fails."
The next batter was named Faith, who also got a single
because Faith works with Love.
The next batter up was named Godly Wisdom. Satan wound up and threw
the first pitch.
Godly Wisdom looked it over and let it pass: Ball one. Three
more pitches and Godly Wisdom walked because he never swings at what
Satan throws.
The bases were now loaded. The Lord then turned to Freddy
and told him He was now
going to bring in His starplayer. Up to the plate stepped Grace.
Freddy said, "He sure doesn't look like much!"
Satan's whole team relaxed when they saw Grace.
Thinking he had won the game, Satan wound up and fired his first
pitch. To the shock of everyone, Grace hit the ball harder than anyone
had ever seen! But Satan was not worried; his center fielder let very
few get by.
He went up for the ball, but it went right through his glove,
hit him on the head and sent him crashing on the ground;
the roaring crowds went wild as the ball
continued over the fence . .
for a home run!
The Lord's team won!
The Lord then asked Freddy if he knew why Love,
Faith and Godly Wisdom could get on base but couldn't win the game;
Freddy answered that he didn't know why.
The Lord explained, "If your love, faith and wisdom had won
the game, you would think you had done it by yourself. Love, Faith
and Wisdom will get you on base but only My Grace can get you Home:
'For by Grace are you saved, it is a gift of God; not of works, lest
any man should boast." Ephesians 2:8-9
Psalm 84:11, "For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord will
give grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from those who
walk uprightly."
, I do Love God. He is my source of existence and Savior.
He keeps me functioning each and everyday. Without Him, I am
nothing, but with him:
"I can do all things through Christ
who strengthens me."
Phil 4:13
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| | Barked: Sat May 30, '09 9:31am PST | | | | | | amends for the harm. . . .
Leviticus 5:16
Cooking has never been a pleasure for me, and it was especially stressful when my four children were small. I sometimes dream that we’re all young again and that I’m in the kitchen, happy and content.
Recently, Jeremy, one of my twin sons, came to live with my husband Gene and me for a short time. Jeremy had made some stunning changes in his life, which had been marked by addictive behavior fueled by refusing to take medication for his bipolar disorder. Now we were seeing an amazing new young man emerge.
One spring Saturday afternoon as Jeremy trimmed our hedges, I made supper for a friend who’d had surgery. Pot roast, asparagus casserole and banana pudding were on the menu. As I layered a large bowl with vanilla wafers, Jeremy came through the back door, hot and tired. He leaned on the kitchen counter, poured himself a glass of iced tea and smiled. “Wow, Mom,” he said, “banana pudding—my all-time favorite!”
“It’s not for us,” I answered without looking up. “I’m making it for a friend at church.”
There was silence, and our eyes met. I had to look way up at him now, but the years unexpectedly rolled back and I saw myself staring down at a small redheaded boy and saying, “No!” to cookies or punch or whatever he asked for.
As Jeremy went into the living room, an inaudible voice suggested, It’s never too late, Marion. I made a miniature banana pudding in a custard dish, and a burst of joy filled my heart and, it seemed, the entire kitchen.
In the living room I presented the pudding to Jeremy. “For me?” he asked. “For me? Thanks, Mom!”
Show me more ways, Lord, to make those I love happy.
By Marion Bond West | | | | |
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I got THE- power!! Jesus.
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| | Barked: Sun May 31, '09 6:01am PST | | | | | | May 31, 2009
When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place.
Acts 2:1 (RSV)
Today, on Pentecost Sunday, we read the account in Acts of the once confused and frightened followers of Jesus empowered by the Holy Spirit to preach, heal and carry the glad news of His salvation to the ends of the earth.
But Pentecost is not just a Sunday. Today ends the fifty-day Easter season; tomorrow begins the six-month season after Pentecost, the longest in the year and, for me, the most challenging, because after Pentecost the story is open-ended. After Pentecost the story is still being written. For the next twenty-six weeks the Word asks what I am doing with the Spirit’s gift.
I’m uncomfortable with this second half of the year. Me, carry the sacred story forward? Me, become Jesus’ hands and feet and voice? How can I? How would I know His will? How would I find the strength?
By coming together, the Word tells me on Pentecost, with other believers. This is the birthday of the church, that great Body assembled “from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and tongues” (Revelation 7:9, RSV). Today I’m going to renew my commitment to church attendance and to joining with fellow believers wherever I can. It is when we gather all together in one place that the Spirit gives us wisdom and power. It’s from that place that He sends us out, as He sent the disciples on this day, to carry His blessings to the world.
Holy Spirit, draw us together, that when we go each to our own assignment, we may go in the strength that comes only from You.
By Elizabeth Sherrill | | | | |
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| | Barked: Mon Jun 1, '09 6:08am PST | | | | | | June 01, 2009
He does not delight in the strength of the horse. . . . The Lord takes pleasure in those who fear Him. . . .
Psalm 147:10–11 (NKJV)
I was reading a children’s story to my granddaughter Hannah. It’s a true story of a grandfather in Sweden who loved to ride his bike. When he heard about a thousand-mile bike race, he wanted to enter it, so he applied but was refused because of his age.
Not one to take no for an answer, Grandpa rode six hundred miles to the site of the race, and when the gun went off, Grandpa went into action. It was a classic tale of the tortoise and the hare. Young riders underestimated Grandpa’s discipline and, in the end, Grandpa crossed the finish line ahead of everyone else.
Since I’m also a grandfather who rides a bike, I was thrilled with the story. The thought of putting all those cocky young guys in their place was a tonic for my spirits.
So I asked my granddaughter, “What did you think of that story?”
She looked at me coldly and said, “Grandpa was disobedient.”
My face fell. Somehow I had missed that point. In my admiration for the gutsy old man, I’d forgotten that he had disobeyed the judges. Officially, he wasn’t even in the race, and he didn’t receive a trophy, only some fame.
In these days of sports cheating and business scams, Hannah reminded me that winning doesn’t mean a thing if I don’t play by the rules. It takes more than talent and hard work to make a champion; it also takes integrity.
Thank You, Lord, for the wisdom of children, who see right through us.
By Daniel Schantz | | | | |
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I got THE- power!! Jesus.
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| | Barked: Fri Jun 5, '09 1:37pm PST | | | | | | Light's Out
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I live in Atlanta, Georgia and we had a thunderstorm last night
that knocked our power out. It went out around 12:30a.m. I was
still awake, that's how I know what time it started. I went to
bed soon after the storm began. All of the power was out.
When I woke up this morning the power was still out!
My two oldest sons and myself had to get dressed and ready for
school and work. When they awoke and tried to flip on the light
switch it didn't work, when they looked up at the microwave to
check the time it didn't work, when my oldest son tried to get
two minutes in on his play station it didn't work, when my
youngest son tried to turn on The Disney channel it didn't work!
Nothing that required power (electricity) was in working order!
This was a MountainWings Moment. In spite of all things that
were not working, everything was still alright. I opened all of
the blinds and doors and there was light. I could use my senses
to find things that I could not physically see. I realized that
God has given me all of the things that I need.
When storms come your way, know that God will make a way for you
to see. He will provide light when all of man's techniques
fail. So the next time a storm comes into your life, remember
that after the storm the light of God will always shine through!
~A MountainWings Original by Veronica Williamson, Atlanta, GA~ | | | | |
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| | Barked: Sat Jun 6, '09 8:21am PST | | | | | | That Hill
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Are you running that hill or is that hill running you?
I was jogging, sweating, and breathing rather hard. I had
jogged about three miles and I wasn't even halfway yet.
As I was jogging up a hill a man about my age stood in his front
yard watching me run. He stood cool and comfortable as sweat
enveloped my body. No rapid breaths came from his lungs.
He looked at me as if to say, "I'm not fool enough to do that in
this heat."
He spoke and said rather jokingly,
"Are you running that hill or is that hill running you?"
MountainWings has changed my thought patterns.
So many of you have written and expressed how MountainWings has
influenced your lives and thinking. It has changed me too. I now
instantly recognize a MountainWings Moment. It's a moment in time
and circumstance when life gives me an opportunity to fly or flop.
All of us have MountainWings Moments each day, this was mine for
the day.
Was the hill running me or was I running the hill?
Is the obstacle that you are facing running you or are you
running it?
It makes a difference which way you look at it.
I don't like to flop. I prefer to fly. Although said jokingly,
I took the question seriously. I decided I was not going to let
any hill run me.
The thing is, the hill doesn't care.
The hill will be there, as unmoving and unconcerned as a tired
dog watching cars from the porch on a hot day.
Is your utility bill up? That's a hill.
Are they putting pressure on you at work? That's a hill.
Do you have some mean people in your life? That's a hill.
Are you getting older? That's a blessing though it looks like a
hill.
I have decided that no hill was going to run me.
I stepped high and spoke in my mind to the hill, "Thanks for the
workout, because of you I'm getting a real run that will make me
stronger. You may put a strain on me but I'll be in better shape
for you next time. If it wasn't for you, I would be weaker.
Besides, in reality, I've got you under my feet."
The hill didn't respond but faded in the distance as my stride
lengthened.
Who's in charge of your hill?
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| | Barked: Tue Jun 9, '09 10:30am PST | | | | | | June 09, 2009
Ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee. . . .
Job 12:7
I’ll never forget the moment I first laid eyes on Millie. Actually all I saw was her wet black nose poking out of a puppy kennel stacked on an airline luggage cart. My wife Julee and I lifted the kennel to the ground and opened the door. After some hesitation our little golden retriever emerged, looking both relieved and overwhelmed at the activity around her. Millie, I thought, you have so much to learn, and I’ll teach you.
Well, wouldn’t you know it, she’s probably taught me as much as I’ve taught her. A few lessons from Millie:
• When you’re happy, let the world know. For such a sweet, gentle dog, Millie has a monster bark. But she doesn’t bark much except when she’s happy. She reminds me that joy is contagious and there’s no reason to keep it in.
• Hold your tail up. A trainer observed that Millie exhibits confidence by walking with her tail held high. “It makes other dogs feel relaxed around her.” I should hold my head up when I walk down the street.
• Play, play, play. Learning to be a city dog is serious business. It takes a lot of concentration and practice. But don’t forget to play like crazy whenever the opportunity presents itself.
• Be thankful. For every meal, every walk, every nap, every friend. With a nuzzle or a lick, Millie says “Thank you.” I should remember to be grateful in all things too.
• Stay in the now! Millie greets each day as if it’s the greatest adventure of her life. Her whole body wags at the prospect of a morning walk. For me, staying in the moment is the only way to experience God in my life. He is here now, in the moment, the greatest adventure life holds.
Thank You, God, for Millie and all the ways You use her to teach this old dog new lessons.
By Edward Grinnan | | | | |
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