Moms Pumpkin Soup

I Wish For You

Posted by yaditya | Posted in wishes | Posted on Monday, April 28, 2008

Happiness...............Deep down within

Serenity................With each sunrise

Success.................In each facet of your life

Friends.................Close and caring

Love....................That never ends

Knowledge...............Of the grace and love of God

Special memories........Of all the yesterdays

A bright today..........With much to be thankful for

A path..................That leads to beautiful tomorrows

Dreams..................That do their best to come true

And appreciation........Of all the wonderful things about you!

Grass

Posted by yaditya | Posted in inspirational | Posted on Friday, April 25, 2008

GOD wants us to live like the GRASS
It's stepped on,
It's crushed,
It's burned,
and cut..
Yet, it PERSISTS and GROWS back,
even greener and stronger,
That is the PROCESS.

Storms Can Be Beautiful

Posted by yaditya | Posted in story | Posted on Friday, April 25, 2008

A little girl walked daily to and from school. Though the weather one morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to the elementary school. As the day progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning.

The mother of the little girl was worried that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school, and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm her child.

Following the roar of the thunder, lightning would cut through the sky like a flaming sword.

Being concerned, the mother got into her car and drove along the route to her child's school. Soon she saw her daughter walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop,look and smile.

One followed another, each with the little girl stopping, looking at the streak of light and smiling.

Finally, the mother called her over to the car and asked, "What are you doing?"

The child answered, "God keeps taking pictures of me."

Little Eyes Are Upon You

Posted by yaditya | Posted in inspirational | Posted on Wednesday, April 23, 2008

There are little eyes upon you, And they're watching night and day;

There are little ears that quickly, take in every word you say;

There are little hands all eager, to do anything you do,

And a little fellow who is dreaming of the day he'll be like you.

You are the little fellow's idol, You are the wisest of the wise,

In his mind, about you, no suspicions ever rise.

He believes in you devoutly, holds that all you say and do,

He will say and do in his own way when he's a grown-up like you.

There's a wide-eyed little fellow, who believes you are always right,

And his ears are always open and he watches you day and night.

You are setting an example everyday in all you do,

For the little fellow who's watching to grow up and be like you.

Angels

Posted by yaditya | Posted in Barbara Blodgett, story | Posted on Tuesday, April 22, 2008

I have a true story that happened to me. I awoke one morning to tell my husband about a dream I had the night before.

I dreamed about a man I had known twenty years before and I could not imagine why. He was standing in the dusty window of a vacant store and holding a box of Carnation Instant Breakfast. I went into the store and remarked that I had not seen him in ages, but that he looked wonderful. He stated that he had recently seen my mother. I told him that was quite impossible because my mother had died four years before that time. He insisted that he had talked to her and she was wonderful and happy. Then, he simply vanished.

In telling the story to my husband we surmised that it was a sign that my mother was happy in her heavenly home and this was her way of telling me.

That evening I opened the paper that had come that day to read that the man in my dream had been buried the day before. I was amazed to say the least. I
immediately called his daughter to express my sympathies. I could not believe he was gone. Heavens, he was only about 58 years old.

She told me he had died of AIDS just a few days before but had been sick for a long time. I felt I had to tell her about my dream. In going through the steps of the dream I came to the part about him holding box of Carnation Instant Breakfast and there was an audible gasp on the other end of the phone. I asked what was wrong and she told me that for the last six months of his life, Carnation Instant Breakfast was the only food her father could keep down.

We both feel we were blessed with a message. If I had not discussed my dream with my husband the morning after it came in my sleep, I would not believe it
myself.

God sends messages in the strangest ways.

~ Barbara Blodgett ~
Note: This article was published in The Motivational Mailer on March 7, 2000

Lonely Ember

Posted by yaditya | Posted in inspirational | Posted on Sunday, April 20, 2008

A member of a certain church, who previously had been attending services regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the pastor decided to visit him.

It was a chilly evening. The pastor found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his pastor's visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a big chair near the fireplace and waited.

The pastor made himself comfortable but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the play of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the pastor took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone.

Then he sat back in his chair, still silent. The host watched all this in quiet fascination. As the one lone ember's flame diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more.

Soon it was cold and "dead as a doornail."

Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. Just before the pastor was ready to leave, he picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it. As the pastor reached the door to leave,
his host said,

"Thank you so much for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon. I shall be back in church next Sunday.

Did I Miss Anything

Posted by yaditya | Posted in inspirational, Pastor Randy Cosner | Posted on Saturday, April 19, 2008

Someone ask me not long ago after missing church, "Did I miss anything?"

After I thought about it I came up with a few things. If you don't attend Worship Service regularly, here's a few things you might be missing. I didn't put the following in any particular order, I just wrote them as I remembered what happened that Sunday.

* the smile on that little girl's face when she came out of Sunday School.

* the joy of sitting together with your wife and family.

* seeing someone give their heart to Christ.

* singing your favorite hymn with the congregation.

* the chance to smile at someone and encourage them.

* the meaningful worship chorus that's our favorite.

* pausing for a moment to say thanks to God for all he has blessed you with.

* the opportunity to learn something from the scripture. (when was the last time you did that?)

* the feeling of being a part of something bigger than we are.

* the chance to pray for our government.

* the minister's new haircut.

* the opportunity to financially support a ministry right here in our community.

* the chance to encourage personally, someone who is struggling.

* the beautiful song the choir shared with us.

* the joining together in congregational prayer.

* the special testimony someone shared.

* the opportunity to say hello to your neighbor.

* that uplifting feeling that makes you ready to face the week.

* the reality of being spiritually encouraged in a discouraging world.

* realizing you're not alone in your problems.

* the chance to mention someone's name that needs prayer.

* learning of all the ways you can join in and actually help in the Lord's work.

Did you miss anything last Sunday?

~ Pastor Randy Cosner ~
November, 1999

"Forgiveness" Bridges To Build

Posted by yaditya | Posted in inspirational | Posted on Friday, April 18, 2008

Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart.

It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.

One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's toolbox. "I'm looking for a few days work" he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?"

"Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for you.

Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor, in fact, it's my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll go him one better. See that pile of lumber curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence -- an 8-foot fence -- so I won't need to see his place anymore. Cool him down, anyhow."

The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you."

The older brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the carpenter get
the materials ready and then he was off for the day.

The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing.

About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped.

There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge -- a bridge stretching from one
side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work -- handrails and all -- and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand outstretched.

"You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done."
The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the
middle, taking each other's hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his
toolbox on his shoulder. "No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said the older brother.

"I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, "but, I have many more bridges to build."