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December 5th, 2008

Story : Mom and Daughter – Blue Flowers

Mom n Daughter

I bumped into a stranger as he passed by.
“Oh, …excuse me, please” was my reply.
He said, “Please excuse me too;
I wasn’t even watching for you.”

Oh, we were polite — this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said our good-bye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My daughter stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked her down.
“Move out of the way!” I said with a frown.
She walked away, her little heart broken.
I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.

Later that night wide awake in my bed,
God’s still, small voice came to me and said,
“While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy
you use, But the children you love, you seem to abuse!

Look upon the kitchen floor,
You’ll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers she brought for you,
She picked them herself — pink, yellow and blue.
She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,
And you never saw the tears in her eyes.”

By this time, I felt very small
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by her bed;
“Wake up, sweetheart,” I whispered and said.

“Are these the flowers you picked for me?”
She smiled, “I found ’em, out by the tree.
I picked ’em because they’re pretty like you.
I knew that you’d like them — especially the blue.”

I said, “Daughter, I’m sorry how I acted to you today;
I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.”

She hugged me and said “Mommy, that’s okay.
You know I love you anyway.”
I said, Daughter, I love you too!
And I do like the flowers — especially the blue.”

December 4th, 2008

Story : The Handwriting On The Wall

Boy loves his mom

A weary mother returned from the store lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8-year-old son, anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.

“While I was out playing and Dad was on a call, T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It’s on the new paper you just hung in the den. I told him you’d be mad at having to do it again.”

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow, “Where is your little brother right now?”
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride, She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.

She called his full name as she entered his room. He trembled with fear–he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.

Lamenting all the work it would take to repair, She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got, Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!

She headed for the den to confirm her fears. When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart. It said, “I love Mommy,” surrounded by a heart.

Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it, With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all, Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.

December 4th, 2008

Story : Thomas Barnardo – The Father of Nobodies Children

Thomas Barnardo

Truly, truly, I say to you, he who believes in me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go to the father.

Was God telling him to stay in London rather than go to China? Thomas Barnardo had come to London for missionary training, only to have a 10 year old child show him a rooftop were 11 homeless boys were sleeping. Barnardo’s heart was touched. He set about finding temporary lodging for the boys.

Other midnight tours of the area revealed many more homeless youth—- as many as 73 in one night. China would have to wait. God had given him London. Barnardo sold some 30,000 copies of the scriptures in the public houses and marketplaces to raise money for his work among the children. He was often rejected for defending them, even sustaining physical injury.

In one attack, he suffered two broken ribs. When a cholera epidemic hit London in 1866, he and others worked tirelessly, only to see thousands die. He eventually opened a “Home for Destitute Boys ” and later a ” Village for Girls.” Through the next several decades, he built numerous homes and villages that cared for some 60,000 abandoned children.

Barnardo’s missionary desire was put to work by his being ” The Father of Nobodies Children”. And happily, he lived long enough to see seventeen of the youth he rescued take the Gospel to foreign lands.


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