LUCY'S INSPIRATIONALS FOR THE HEART!

  
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❅ LUCY LU- ❅

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Barked: Mon Jan 17, '11 10:06am PST 
This thread is to bring inspirational stories from Christian people with their real life happenings, that blessed their life, and we want to share their blessing with every Fur! We hope it enriches and
warms your Heart!

God Bless
Lucy and Mamma Shawna

Edited by author Mon Jan 17, '11 10:11am PST

❅ LUCY LU- ❅

Mamma's- Princess!-
 
 
Barked: Mon Jan 17, '11 10:50am PST 
big grin Good Morning! Here is our First Post! How Exciting!



On the fourth evening of a five-day silent retreat , I realized that the next day I'd finally be able to speak again. I decided to make
sure I said something worthwhile. I thought about the woman who had
single-handedly prepared and served all of our meals and then washed
the dishes. I hadn't been able to say "Thank You" all week. Yes, thank you, would make very appropriate first words.

However, the next morning during the Church service before breakfast, I was surprised when the Minister announced the "passing of the peace",
something we hadn't done on the retreat because it required speaking to
each other. The woman in the pew in front of me turned and said
"God's peace be with you", and I replied with deep emotion, "And God's Peace be with you". As I spoke , a warm feeling went through me. Though they weren't what I'd planned, those were wonderful first words.

Many times during a normal day I have a chance to offer "first words".
What are my first words when I get out of bed in the morning, when my husband Gordon arrives home from work, when I walk into a meeting, or when I run into someone in the grocery store? All of these can be just as golden as my first words after a silent retreat. They're all
opportunities to say first words of God's blessing and peace.


Dear Holy Spirit, before I say anything else in this New Year help me
to remember to speak Your words first....


-Karen Barber

"God's Peace Be with You"
Amazing- Grace

Princess of the- Ponderosa
 
 
Barked: Mon Jan 17, '11 11:59am PST 
applauseapplauseapplause Lucy and Momma Shawna..... We are so excited about Lucy's New Inspirational Thread for the Heart.....Awesome!!!! PTL!!!!!dancingdancing

We agree that our 1st. Words to anyone are always very Important...way to go
Many times we let the busyness of Life make us Rush All the Time...We short change everyone in our lives including ourselves. How sad, that is, when reflecting on any day, as it draws to a close. Gma has a habit of finishing her day with one on one time with Jesus. Sure makes a difference in the quality of her physical rest each night.cloud 9

We are Looking forward to reading these devotionals on a regualr basis.
May God Bless You and the Kirk Pups

Mazy,Baby,Precious,
Angel Foxie and Gma K.

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❅ LUCY LU- ❅

Mamma's- Princess!-
 
 
Barked: Mon Jan 17, '11 2:29pm PST 
hug Thank You so much Mazy and G-ma Keda! We hope all the furs feel the way you do! We want to use this thread for the Glory of God and touch hearts with it! Praise the Lord!

Thank You, hugkissing
God Bless,
In His Love,
Hugs,
Lucy and Mamma Shawnahugkissing
❅ LUCY LU- ❅

Mamma's- Princess!-
 
 
Barked: Tue Jan 18, '11 12:55pm PST 
hug Good Afternoon! Love to all Furs! Hope you enjoy this as much as I did!

In Touch With Heaven
No One Ever Cared For Me Like Jesus


I would love to tell you what I think of Jesus.
Since I have found in Him a Friend so strong and true.
I would tell you how he changed my life completely
He did something that no other friend could do.


No one ever cared for me like Jesus
There's no either friend so kind as He.
No one else could take the sin and darkness from me
Oh, how much He cared for me.

All my life was full of sin, when Jesus found me.
All My Heart was full of misery and woe.
Jesus placed His strong and loving arms around me;
And He Led me in the way I ought to go.


Every day He comes to me with new assurance,
More and more I understand His words of love
But I'll never know just why He came to save me,
Till I see His Blessed face some day above.

No one ever cared for me like Jesus
There's no other Friend so kind as He.
No one else could take the sin and darkness from me.
Oh, how much He cared for me.

Author: Charles Weigle

Casting all your care upon Him;
for He careth for You. 1 Peter 5:7
❅ LUCY LU- ❅

Mamma's- Princess!-
 
 
Barked: Wed Jan 19, '11 5:54pm PST 
big grin Good Evening Everyfur......hug

There was an old patch of wood that we keep unpainted in our back room near the stoage cabinets.
The dates and names start at the bottom, a little more then three feet above the ground, in childish handwriting. The writing
becomes more secure when the names rise higher, and it's positively
mature well above five feet. There's Willam on 9-12-99 and then William a foot higher on 5-10-03. Timothy seems to make the same
rapid progress a little behind his older brother. Mom and Dad never
seem to change . I never rise above five feet eleven inches, bur the
boys leapfrog over each other intil you see them leap above their
Mother---a strong black line to mark the milestone---and then they
rise above their Father , leaving Him in the dust.

Then the writing stops---no more updates;no need for more. But the
old marks are still there, and I can glance at them when I'm getting down the gardening shears or looking for a screwdriver. My Friend Tib
reminds me that the one prayer God never answers is "Please , let nothing change." When I cling too tightly to the past I can look at this record of how the boys grew until they towered over me. So many answers to prayer in indelible ink. Someday we'll have to move from
this home, but I hope the new owners can make their new marks of progress along the wood.

Lord, let me look forward , always remembering the love that has been with me all along.....
-Rick Hamlin


WE all have our Memories.....Sweet Memories....Cherish them! Always looking forward to make new Memories! God Bless!


Hugs,
Lucy and Mamma Shawnahughug
❅ LUCY LU- ❅

Mamma's- Princess!-
 
 
Barked: Thu Jan 20, '11 3:22pm PST 
big grin Good Afternoon everyfur!


It was storming---a wet cold and foggy day in Macon, Georgia. I had five minutes to reach my freshman class as I rushed across a parking
lot, carrying my briefcase and hunched under my golf umbrella. The
umbrella was huge, big enough to shelter three people. It billowed
like a sail in the wind nearly lifting me off the ground.

As I cut between parked cars, a door suddenly swug open in front of
me and a young woman stepped out. She hadn't seen me and I nearly ranover her. Both of stood, apologizing in the pouring rain.

She was in her thirties , perhaps a young mother working on a
graduate degree in education. She had no umbrella or raincoat
just a wool parka with a hood. Between awkwardly
stammered apologies, I held up my umbrella and said, "You're
really getting soaked. Can I walk you to your class?

Her eyes grew wide as she stepped closer, lugging her backpack;
now two strangers huddled under a portable tent, sloshing
through puddles together. In the minute that we walked
together , she asked me if I was a professor and I asked
if she was a schoolteacher. When she nodded , we had reached
the education building. Hurrying through a glass door, she
offered a quick and muffled thank-you and I went on my way.

The intersection of our lives only lasted seconds, but it left a
series of questions in my mind: Who was that? What is her story?
Did she think I was too Forward to offer my umbrella? Should I
have spoken? Was this the right thing to do?

Offering a kind word, a smile, an umbrella may feel awkward and
embarrassing, but God often uses such moments to touch hearts and
build bridges.

Father, when there is little time to think , may I smile
instead of frown, encourage instead of criticize, offer help and not walk on by.......
-Scott Walker
❅ LUCY LU- ❅

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Barked: Fri Jan 21, '11 3:52pm PST 
big grin Good afternoon every Fur!

One Winter afternoon, preoccupioed with some problems I couldn't get a grip on, I decided to take a break and visited the Metropolitian
Museum of Art, a mile or two from my apartment. An Hour later I went down the steps of the museum into a swirling snowstorm. What fun to walk home through Central Park! I thought. Maybe the freshly fallen snow will give me a new perspective.
I'd walked home this way many times before and could do it in my
sleep. Or so I thought. But as the snow swirled thicker and faster,
I could not barely see the walkway in front of me. much less the Manhatten skyline around the park that I use to keep my sense of
direction. At some point in the obliterating whiteness,realized
I'd taken a path in the wrong direction and literally couldn't see where I was going. I felt a moment of panic. Where was I"? I thought
I knew my way, but know i felt surprisingly disoriented.
Holy Spririt, where am I? I too a deep , stinging breath, and something I'd read in Anne Lamott's book Traveling Mercies, came to
me:In faith we "stumble along toward where we think we are supposed
to go, bumbling along, and here is what's so amazing --we end up getting exactly where we are supposed to be."

As the wind blew and snow swirled even more vigorously , I calmed
down and heard the creak of old-fashioned swing chains clanking in the
wind. Now I knew just where I was , at a playground on the north side
of the Great Lawn in a beautiful grove of pine trees. I'd gotten of track , but I eventually would end up exactly where I was supposed to
be. I felt that way about my unresolved problems as well.

Dear God, Help me to trust you wherever I wander.....
-Mary Ann O'Roark
❅ LUCY LU- ❅

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Barked: Sun Feb 6, '11 4:55pm PST 
You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.

Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home.

My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the water-way, and cars costing more than her house.

The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.

As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment.

Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.

He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?

Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She causally mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value.

A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this?

"Look at it." He said. "Read what it says." She read the words "United States of America."



"No, not that; read further."

"One cent?" "No, keep reading."

"In God we Trust?" "Yes!" "And?"


"And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!"

When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I can not change. I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message.

It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful!


And, God is patient...Have a blessed day!!
~author unknown



"In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. "
Proverbs 3:6


God will make a way,
Where there seems to be no way
He works in ways we cannot see
He will make a way for me
He will be my guide
Hold me closely to His side
With love and strength for each new day
He will make a way, He will make a way.

By a roadway in the wilderness, He'll lead me
And rivers in the desert will I see
Heaven and earth will fade
But His Word will still remain
He will do something new today.

Author Unknown

God Bless,
Lucy and Mamma Shawna
☃ ASHTON- LEE ☃

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Barked: Mon Feb 7, '11 11:13am PST 
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Whisper of Love

I Cannot be sad if my Saviour is near
He bids all my sadness depart
I cannot be lonely , if I gently I hear
His Whisper of Love in my Heart


The Whisper of Love, soft whisper of love
How oft , like the poor wandering dove
I Fly to the ark with my Saviour to rest
and near His soft Whisper of Love

I Cannot be weary , the days are not long
If onward I trustingly move
And oft on My Journey I Pause is my song
to hear the soft Whisper of Love
And when , from the path, He has taught
me to tread
My Footsteps forgetfully rove
How Kindly again to that path I am Led
and Cheered by the Whisper of Love.
No Voice in the World is so tenderly sweet
No charm can my sorrow remove
No Accents in glory my Joy would complete
Without the Soft Whisper of Love.

Author:FannyCrosby


God Bless,
In His Love
Ashton and Mamma Shawna


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