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[gloriajean]

We are judged by our actions, not by our intentions. Lord, may I show
my love for You through charity and goodness toward others.

Scripture for the day:

"Save us, O LORD our God, and gather us from among the nations, that we may
give thanks to your holy name and glory in your praise." ~Psalm 106:47

Meditation for the day:

We can always remember that we are weak but that God is strong. God knows
all about our weakness. God hears every cry for mercy, every sign of
weakness, every plea for help, and every sorrow over every failure, every
weakness felt and expressed. We only fail when we trust too much
in our own strength. We need not feel bad about our weakness. When we are
weak, that is when God is strong to help us. When we trust God enough, our
weakness will not matter. God is always strong to save.

Prayer for the day:

I pray that I may learn to lean on God's strength. I pray that I may know
that my weakness is God's opportunity.

Greetings my friends! Beautiful day again today! Lots of blessings - 1st,
my Faith in God and my family and friends, 2nd, Georgia came today do to my
hair, cut and style, and she also did my feet. I'll always have her do my
feet as she loves to, and I love it too, so I soaked them, and she scraped
at the wart, she thinks it's getting better, and that the super glue is
working - we think so too, and I love not having to put tape on all the time
like other years. Went to Mass this morning, it's been awhile because of
his working and did that ever feel good! Another blessing! This is my
second attempt at getting this thread out - I had it all done, and poof - I
did something wrong and lost it all, hate that when that happens. So I
don't remember everything I wrote here, but this is it for now.

That's HIM!

Not long ago, somewhere in the hinterlands of Mindanao, a grim tragedy
happened. A frustrated father shot dead his wife before finally turning the
gun on himself, pulling the trigger. The entire scene was witnessed by a
lone survivor, a seven year old boy---the couple's only son. They were so
impoverished that his parents thought it was the only way out. Relatives
from both sides grieved and pitifully wanted to adopt the orphaned child but
they were also very poor. Fortunately, a priest from a nearby town agreed
to look after him in his parish locality. It was difficult for volunteer
workers in the church to communicate with the boy because he seemed to be
always in a state of shock. Teaching was not any easier since he did not
have any educational foundation at all, sad to say, illiterate.

One afternoon, while the young lad was attending Catechism class the Church
was conducting for the less fortunate children in the neighborhood, the
teacher was showing an enlarged poster of Jesus Christ. As he was going
around the room, he asked his class,"Do you know who this is?" Every child
had a puzzled look as they silently stared at the photo. Suddenly, amid the
eerie silence, the boy stood up with eyes wide open and pointing to the
poster, "That's HIM! He was the one who was with me at the moment my parents
died!", he screamed repeatedly in his native dialect.

Everybody in the room did not know what to say, especially those who knew of
the boy's history.

THE GREATEST...
Author Unknown

The highest aim in life - To know God and do His will!
The most enriching good habit - Complimenting others
The most destructive bad habit - Worry
The greatest joy - Giving
The greatest loss - Loss of self-respect
The most satisfying work - Helping others
The ugliest personality trait - Selfishness
The most endangered species - Dedicated leaders
Our greatest natural resource - Our youth
The ugliest look - A frown
The greatest "shot in the arm" - Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome - Fear
The most effective sleeping pill - Peace of mind
The most crippling failure disease - Excuses
The surest way to limit God - Unbelief
The most powerful forces in life - Love
The most dangerous piranha - A gossiper
The Greatest Life-Giver - The Creator
The worlds most incredible computer - The brain
The worst thing to be without - Hope
The deadliest weapon - The tongue
The two most power-filled words - "I Can"
The greatest asset - Faith
The most worthless emotion - Self-pity
The most beautiful attire - A SMILE!
The most prized possession - Self esteem
The most powerful channel of communication - PRAYER
The most contagious spirit - Enthusiasm
The most urgent need - SALVATION
The greatest attribute of Jesus - Obedience
The GREATEST - GOD

Prayer to Saint Anthony the Wonder-Worker
Saint Anthony, perfect imitator of Jesus, who received from God the special
power of restoring lost things, grant that I may find {mention your
petition} which has been lost. As least restore to me peace and tranquility
of mind, the loss of which has afflicted me even more than my material loss.
To this favor I ask another of you: that I may always remain in possession
of the true good that is God. Let me rather lose all things than lose God,
my supreme good. Let me never suffer the loss of my greatest treasure,
eternal life with God. Amen.

MOVE CLOSER
Author Unknown

Not long ago I heard a story about a young man and an old preacher.

The young man had lost his job and didn't know which way to turn. So
he went to see the old preacher.

Pacing about the preacher's study, the young man ranted about his
problem. Finally he clenched his fist and shouted, "I've begged God to
say something to help me, preacher, why doesn't God answer?"

The old preacher, who sat across the room, spoke something in reply,
something so hushed it was undistinguishable. The young man stepped
across the room. "What did you say?" he asked. The preacher repeated
himself, but again in a tone as soft as a whisper. So the young man
moved closer until he was leaning on the preacher's chair.

"Sorry," he said. "I still didn't hear you." With their heads bent
together, the old preacher spoke once more. "God sometimes whispers,"
he said, "So we will move closer to hear him." This time the young man
heard and he
understood.

We all want God's voice to thunder through the air with the answer to
our problem. But God's is the still, small voice... the gentle
whisper. Perhaps there's a reason.

Nothing draws human focus quite like a whisper. God's whisper means I
must stop my ranting and move close to Him, until my head is bent
together with His. And then, as I listen, I will find my answer.
Better still, I find myself closer to God.

Mother Teresa said...

We are all capable of good and evil. We are not born bad: everybody has
something good inside. Some hide it, some neglect it, but it is there. God
created us to love and to be loved, so it is our test from God to choose one
path or another.


My Hand In God´s


Each morning when I wake I say,
"I place my hand in God's today;"
I know He'll walk close by my side
My every wandering step to guide.

He leads me with the tenderest care
When paths are dark and I despair---
No need for me to understand
If I but hold fast to His hand.

My hand in His! No surer way
to walk in safety through each day.
By His great bounty I am fed;
Warmed by His love, and comforted.

When at day's end I seek my rest
And realize how much I'm blessed,
My thanks pour out to Him; and then
I place my hand in God's again.

By Florence Scripps Kellogg

A man from Norfolk , VA called a local radio station to share this on Sept
11th, 2003, TWO YEARS AFTER THE TRAGEDIES OF 9/11/2001.

His name was Robert Matthews. These are his words:


A few weeks before Sept. 11th, my wife and I found out we were going to have
our first child. She planned a trip out to California to visit her sister.
On our way to the airport, we prayed that God would grant my wife a safe
trip and be with her. Shortly after I said 'amen,' we both
heard a loud pop and the car shook violently. We had blown out a tire. I
replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but we still missed her flight.
both very upset, we drove home.

I received a call from my father who was retired NYFD. He asked what my
wife's flight number was, but I explained that we missed the flight.

My father informed me that her flight was the one that crashed into the
southern tower. I was too shocked to speak. My father also had more news for
me; he was going to help. 'This is not something I can't just sit by for; I
have to do something.'

I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more because he had never
given his life to Christ. After a brief debate, I knew his mind was made
up.. Before he got off of the phone, he said, 'take good care of my
grandchild. Those were the last words I ever heard my father say; he died
while helping in the rescue effort.

My joy that my prayer of safety for my wife had been answered quickly became
anger. I was angry at God, at my father, and at myself. I had gone for
nearly two years blaming God for taking my father away. My son would never
know his grandfather, my father had never accepted Christ, and I never got
to say good-bye.

Then something happened. About two months ago, I was sitting at home with my
wife and my son, when there was a knock on the door. I looked at my wife,
but I could tell she wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door to a couple
with a small child.

The man looked at me and asked if my father's name was Jake Matthews. I told
him it was. He quickly grabbed my hand and said, 'I never got the chance to
meet your father, but it is an honor to meet his son.'

He explained to me that his wife had worked in the World Trade Center and
had been caught inside after the attack. She was pregnant and had been
caught under debris. He then explained that my father had been the one to
find his wife and free her. My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of my
father giving his life for people like this. He then said, 'there is
something else you need to know.'

His wife then told me that as my father worked to free her, she talked to
him and led him to Christ. I began sobbing at the news.

Now I know that when I get to Heaven, my father will be standing beside
Jesus to welcome me, and that this family would be able to thank him
themselves .

When their baby boy was born, they named him Jacob Matthew, in honor of the
man who gave his life so that a mother and baby could live.

This story should help us to realize this: God is always in control.

We may not see the reason behind things, and we may never know this side of
heaven, but God is ALWAYS in control.

Please take time to share this amazing story. You may never know the impact
it may have on someone. God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the
called.

Give thanks to the Lord for He is good. His love endures Forever. Psalm
136:1

With that I'll call it a night and wish you many blessings upon your
tomorrow - walk with God.