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God's Warrior

People Come Into Your Life for a Reason

People Come Into Your Life for a Reason
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People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season!
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

Be sure to thank your friends for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.
smokey the dog

We so often complain about interruptions to our "ministry", when in fact the "interruptions" could BE our ministry!
God's Warrior

Yep! We truly need to analyze everything carefully and prayerfully.
God's Warrior

TOUCHING SHOULDERS
Author unknown

There's a comforting thought at the close of day,
When I'm weary and lonely and sad...
And it takes hold of my broken heart,
And bids me be merry and glad.
It gets in my soul and it drives out the blues,
And finally it thrills, through and through...
It's just a sweet memory that chants the refrain,
"I'm glad I touched shoulders with you!"

Did you know you were brave, did you know you were strong?
Did you know there was one leaning hard?
Did you know that I waited and listened and prayed,
And was cheered by your simplest word?
Did you know that I longed for that smile on your face,
Or the sound of your voice ringing true?
Did you know I grew stronger and better because,
I had merely touched shoulders with you?

I am glad that I live, that I battle and strive,
For a place that I know I must fill...
I'll learn from my sorrows, I'll meet with a grin,
What fortune may send, good or ill.
I may not have wealth, I may not be great,
But I know I shall always be true.
For I have in my life, that courage you gave,
When once I touched shoulders with you!
God's Warrior

The Human Touch
Spencer Michael Free

‘Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;

For shelter is gone when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul alway.
God's Warrior

The Village Blacksmith
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate’er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter’s voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother’s voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling--rejoicing--sorrowing
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night’s repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou has taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought!
God's Warrior

The Way We Affect Others

We may not always realize
that everything we do,
affects not only our lives,
but touches others too.

A single happy smile
can always brighten up the day,
for anyone who happens
to be passing by your way.

And a little bit of thoughtfulness
that shows someone you care,
creates a ray of sunshine
for both of you to share.

Yes, every time you offer
someone a helping hand,
every time you show a friend
you understand.

Every time you have a kind
and gentle word to give,
you help someone to find beauty
in this precious life we live.

For happiness brings happiness
and loving ways bring love,
and giving is the treasure,
that contentment is made of.

Author Unknown
God's Warrior

The Size of Your Heart

It isn't the size of your house
That matters much at all.
It's a gentle hand and its loving touch,
That makes you great or small.

The friends who come to visit,
When out of your house they depart,
Will judge it not by the style you show,
But rather by the size of your heart.

It isn't how smart you are,
Or the wealth you've found.
Happiness comes from how you touch
The lives that are all around.

Making money is not hard,
But living life well is an art.
How people love and regard you,
Is all in the size of your heart.

Author Unknown

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