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!

Her hair was up in a pony tail
her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
and she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn’t there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
a man who wasn¹t there



Where’s her daddy at?”
She heard a boy call out.
She probably doesn’t have one,”
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
“Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day.”

The words did not offend her,
>as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

“My Daddy couldn’t be here,
 because he lives so far away.
 But I know he wishes he could be,
 since this is such a special day.

 And though you cannot meet him,
 I wanted you to know.
 All about my daddy,
 and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
 and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I’m not standing here alone.

“Cause my daddy’s always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he’ll forever be in my heart”

With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favourite dress

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

I love my daddy very much,
he’s my shining star.

nd if he could, he’d be here,
>but heaven’s just too far

You see he was a policeman
and died just this past year
hen airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it’s like he never went away.”
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.


And to her mothers amazement,
he witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.



Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
hey saw him at her side.

“I know you’re with me Daddy,”
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

hey say it takes a minute to find a special person,

an hour to appreciate them,

a day to love them,

but then an entire life to forget them.

Before U were thought of or time had begun,
God stuck U in the name of His Son.

And each time U pray, you’ll see it’s true,
You can’t spell out JesUs and not include U.

You’re a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For U, He was born; that’s why He came.

And His great love for U is the reason He died.
It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn’t it thrilling and splendidly grand?
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan.

The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew,
and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.

When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension,
He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.

‘Go into the world and tell them it’s true.
That I love them all - Just like I love U.’

So many great people are spelled with a U,
Don’t they have a right to know JesUs too?

It all depends now on what U will do,
He’d like them to know,
But it all starts with U.


Will YOU pass it on?
When Jesus died on the cross he was thinking of U! If you are one of the 7% who will stand up for Him, forward this.
93% of people won’t forward .

What do you say?

How do you behave?

How do you console, when you haven’t really seen each other in ages, but still classify them as a true friend?

Jesus, please just help this family in their time of grievance…

givesmehope:

My grandpa was in the hospital and given 12-24 hrs to live.

Everyone was going in to say their goodbyes even though he couldn’t respond. I went in when it was my turn. I am his only granddaughter.

When he heard me talk he opened his eyes, smiled, and said my name.

He is alive two months later. GMH

and handing it in a day late.

I figured it’d be better written if I have another 24 hours.

Am not stressed.

Am not sick.

Have had a shower recently.

And can concentrate on what I write, rather than my brain just going VROOOM, BRMMM BRMMM ME! ME! ME! BRMMM! DUMB! DUMB! DUMB! *FLATLINE* with static overruling any concentration or focusing attempts.

It means not going to class again tomorrow, but hey, I’m failing that class anyway (when I work my butt off for it), so why bother?.  I can’t think, I can’t do, and they’re moving way too fast… sure fail, so maybe I should redirect my focus and attain better grades elsewhere?  If I just fail the class, but succeed well in the other two (psychology and cultural identity) hopefully my GPA will increase, hopefully I will be able to try and scrounge something that means I won’t lose my scholarship or my last whim of a good reputation…

Blah!  I’m going to relax.  I’m going back to the present and writing a letter, as I lull off to a prayerful sleep :)

It’s all in God’s hands.

givesmehope:

I woke up at 6 this morning and found my son gone, with a note saying he will be back later.

He had BIKED to his best friend’s house, normally a 40 minute DRIVE, with a cake he baked himself.

Why? His best friend’s mom had died in an accident that night.

Teenager’s commitment to friendship GMH.