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Wednesday August 12
A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the unfortunate frogs they would never get out.
The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and simply gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at himto stop the pain and suffering and just die. He jumped even harder and...........
Friday August 14
The Frog Principle
Thursday August 13
SHMILYT
My grandparents were married for over half a century and played their own special game
from the time they had met each other... The goal of their game was to write the word "SHMILY"
in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "SHMI:LY" around the house and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.They dragged "SHMILY"
with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers, to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio (where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade........
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Two years ago in downtown Denver my friend, Scott, and I saw something tiny and insignificant change the world, but no one else even seemed to notice. It was one of those beautiful Denver days. Crystal clear, no humidity, not a cloud in the sky. We decided to walk the ten blocks to an outdoor restaurant rather than take the shuttle bus that runs up and down the Sixteenth Street Mall. The restaurant, in the shape of a baseball diamond, was called The Blake Street Baseball Club. The tables were set appropriately on the grass infield. Many Colorful pennants and flags hung limply overhead. As we sat outside, the sun continued to beat down on us, and it became increasingly..........
Tuesday August 18
You're The Perfect Type
Six humans trapped by happenstance
In bleak and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood
Or so the story is told.
Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first man held his back.
For of the faces 'round the fire
He noticed one was black.
The second, looking across the way
Saw one not of his church.
And could not bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch......…...
Tuesday August 25
The Cold Within
by Max Lucado
My daughters are too old for this now, but when they were young—crib-size and diaper-laden—I would come home, shout their names, and watch them run to me with extended arms and squealing voices. For the next few moments we would speak the language of love. We'd roll on the floor, gobble bellies, and tickle tummies and laugh and play. We delighted in each other's presence. They made no requests of me, with the exception of "Let's play, Daddy." And I made no demands of them, except, "Don't hit Daddy with the hammer." My kids let me love them. But suppose my daughters had..........
Wednesday August 19
Six Ears Of Corn
One day I needed to make a quick run to the hardware store. I gathered my four sons, who had been playing in the dirt, and we drove off in our old faded green Plymouth. They boys looked pretty grimy and I didn't look much better, but I wanted to get to the store before it closed.
On the way home, I noticed a weathered man and his plainly dressed wife selling vegetables out of the back of a beat—up station wagon that looked even older and junkier than our Plymouth. But the corn looked fresh and tasty, so I stopped. Their hand-lettered sign read, "Homegrown —— 8 ears for $1.00." I realized I had spent nearly everything
at the hardware store. All I had were a few............
Friday August 21
The Father Loves You
Thursday August 20
Small Miracles
Monday August 17
Your Right To Be Wrong
My dear Family,
I am writing a special letter just to you.
I want to tell you not to cry, I've made it safely through. Please know that I am happy sitting here by Jesus' knee where all the hosts of heaven sing and worship God with me.
It's so beautiful in heaven and so peaceful here I know that even if I could come back, I wouldn't want to go. The street is paved with purest gold, the trees forever green; the river flowing from God's throne is crystal clear and clean. I have a mansion all my own; I'm filled with joy and praise. I listen to sweet music........
Monday August 24
A Letter Home
A humorous story has it that a newly appointed young clergy person was contacted by a local funeral director to hold a graveside service at a small country cemetery in Iowa. There was to be no funeral, just the committal, because the deceased had no family or friends left in the state. The young pastor started early to cemetery, but soon became lost. After making several wrong turns, he finally arrived a half—hour late. The hearse was nowhere in sight and cemetery workers were relaxing under a near—by tree, eating their lunch.The pastor went to the open grave and found that the vault lid was already in place. He took out his book and read the...........
The world might say there are many reasons why God wouldn't want to use you or me. But don't worry....just remember:
Moses stuttered.
David's armor didn't fit.
John Mark was rejected by Paul.
Hosea's wife was a prostitute.
Amos' only training was in the school of fig-tree pruning.
Solomon was too rich.
Abraham was too old.
David was too young.
Timothy had ulcers.............
