The Essay

If this one doesn't move you, I don't know what will! It blessed me, it really did. Think on it.... I have only one word for you... SHARE.
A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce . "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.." It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997 , the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian 's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian . I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."

Brian 's Essay: The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at ." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almo St unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep.. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus . I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me..

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine.. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE , FOR THE CHRISTIAN OR NOT! MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL !

You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but what do you feel in your heart?

Sundays Are The Hardest

Man you would think by the way we are on Sunday mornings, that we never go to church.....but the stinky ole devil is always lerking around to catch us at our worsts on this day...and boy does he get our gooses.....Last night I was up late because the night before I was up all night sick so i slept most of the day yesterday....and of course last night i was not tired. But I did manage to go to sleep about 3:30 tossong and turning in my sleep and 8:00am comes early.

So my Sunday school class should be interesting, just wondering if anyone else goes through this on Sundays?

Power Of Prayer

Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.

John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store at once. Visualizing the family needs, she said: "Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can." John told her he could not give her credit, since she did not have a charge account at his store. Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two.

The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for h er family. The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery list?" Louise replied, "Yes sir" "O.K" he said, "put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries." Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it.

She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed. The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down. The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, "I can't believe it." The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more.

The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement. It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said: "Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands." The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence. Louise thanked him and left the store.

The other customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said; "It was worth every penny of it. Only God Knows how much a prayer weighs." THE POWER OF PRAYER: When you receive this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do. Just stop right now, and say a prayer of thanks for your own good fortune.

Christians By Maya Angelou

Christians
by Maya Angelou

This is Beautiful, enjoy.

"A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
that a man should have to seek Him first to find her."

When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven."

When I say... "I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.

When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian" I still feel the sting of pain..
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!

Pretty is as Pretty does... but beautiful is just plain beautiful!
TODAY IS BEAUTIFUL

I make and sell these "Hairbow holders, fashion flip flops & hairbows

I just started making these and I love to make them...I can make them in basically any style or color or pattern depends on what you are looking for...and what I can get from the crafts shops and what I have on hand....I charge $6.00 for the Hairbow Holders and $5.00 for the flipflops & $4.00 for the hairbows....PLease feel free to custome order one if you like. If you just want to leave a comment on what you think that is appreciated to.....Have a wonderful day God Bless you....

Went to Dr today:O(

man talk about getting sick all at once with everything, no wonder I felt so horrible...I have a kidney infections and a sinus infection, borderline diabetic, maybe something wrong with my legs and feet....had to get a steroid shot for severe allergies...changed tyroid med as well as allergy medicine....did i forget anything?? My husband just says i am getting old and lately making the remark about shooting me as an old horse....sometimes i wish he would...not really but i have been feeling so terrible lately...I sure hope the new meds will help...I had blood drawn do i will not know the results of them for a couple of days....I hope those of you out there are doing well and having a great week...

What Love.....

What love i have for my husband, he waits at the last minute to tell me he needs something washed for a meeting he has at work tomorrow. So here i am at 3:33am waiting on his pants to dry...so he will have them in the morning....He better know he has a good wife....

Have a great week everyone!!

Hey everyone i just want to say I hope all of you have a great week, Jehromie is back in school for the year.....so it gets lonely here on Monday & Tuesday nights but it is worth it in the long run. He preached Sunday night at our church and two ladies joined....It was one of those snot slingin nights per say...lol It has been doing nothing but raining all day here...makes the day so blahhh but we need the rain.....I hope you all have a great evening....

Jesus Fish from Jack In The Box ...Lol

I found a Jesus fish curly fry in my box of fries at Jack In The Box.....Lol maybe I should had ordered the fish sandwich huh.....lol

Welcome

Hi,

I am new here, but here is a little about me....I am 33 happily married to a wonderful man and we have 1 daughter her name is kylie and she is 10. We live in Texas, and are very active in our church. We are IFB, and I teach Sunday school to juniors ages 9-12 and my husband is the SSS and we all three sing solos... I am a jack of all trades I just do whateve needs to be done and oh how can i forget I take care of the nursery.....

My husband is in the seminary to become an evangelist, his major is Theology...he has a long ways to go still so please keep him in your prayers......We are also pro clowns and have a clown ministry called "Good News Clowns" we clown at youth camps, festivals, youth rallys, parades, birthday partys and walkarounds....We are Christian clowns we spread Gods Good News on smile at a time....

Also we have a once a month nursing home ministry, where we go to sing songs with the residents and my husband preaches Gods word......They all love it so much as we do as well..it is a true blessing each time we go...

I love to make crafts, I also love to read and try to make creative desserts......
I thank you for coming to read my blog and I really do hope that I will make alot of treasured friends here.....I hope that all of you have a wonderful and may Jesus light & grace shine upon you today....

In His Hands,
Leigh