WHAT DO ANGELS LOOK LIKE ?

Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.

Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes light up the world, when you smile.

Like the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.

Like the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.

Like the rich man who showed you that it really is all possible, if only you believe.

Like the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.

Like the friend who touched your heart, when you didn't think you had one.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types. Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without. They come disguised as friends, enemies teachers, students, lovers and fools. They don't take life too seriously, they travel light. They leave no forwarding address, they ask nothing in return.

They are hard to find when your eyes are closed, but when you choose to see, they are everywhere you look. So, open you eyes and count all your Angels -- for you are truly blessed!

Author Unknown

SHOES IN CHURCH !!

I showered and shaved....... ....... I adjusted my tie.

I got there and sat......... .... In a pew just in time.

Bowing my head in prayer...... ... As I closed my eyes.

I saw the shoe of the man next to me..... Touching my own. I sighed.

With plenty of room on either side...... I thought, "Why must our solestouch?"

It bothered me, his shoe touching mine....... But it didn't bother him much.

A prayer began: "Our Father"..... ......... I thought, "This man with

the shoes....................... has no pride.

They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!"

"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on.

The shoe man said........ ...... a quiet "Amen."

I tried to focus on the prayer...... . But my thoughts were on his shoes

again.

Aren't we supposed to look our best. When walking through that door?

"Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, glancing toward the floor.

Then the prayer was ended....... .... And the songs of praise began.

The shoe man was certainly loud...... Sounding proud as he sang.

His voice lifted the rafters..... ... His hands were raised high.

The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man's voice from the sky.

It was time for the offering.... ... And what I threw in was steep.

I watched as the shoe man reached.... Into his pockets so deep.

I saw what was pulled out......... . What the shoe man put in.

Then I heard a soft "clink." as when silver hits tin.

The sermon really bored me.......... To tears, and that's no lie.

It was the same for the shoe man... For tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service..... . As is the custom here.

We must greet new visitors.. And show them all good cheer.

But I felt moved somehow..... ........ And wanted to meet the shoe man.

So after the closing prayer...... .. I reached over and shook his hand.

He was old and his skin was dark..... And his hair was truly a mess.

But I thanked him for coming...... ... For being our guest.

He said, "My names' Charlie..... ..... I'm glad to meet you, my friend."

There were tears in his eyes....... But he had a large, wide grin.

"Let me explain," he said........ . Wiping tears from his eyes.

"I've been coming here for months.... And you're the first to say 'Hi."

"I know that my appearance.. ......."Is not like all the rest.

"But I really do try......... ........" To always look my best."

"I always clean and polish my shoes.."Before my very long walk.

"But by the time I get here........ ."They're dirty and dusty, likechalk.

"My heart filled with pain........ .... and I swallowed to hide my tears.

As he continued to apologize... ...... For daring to sit so near..He said, "When I get here........ ..."I know I must look a sight.

"But I thought if I could touch you.."Then maybe our souls might unite."I was silent for a moment...... ...... Knowing whatever was said

Would pale in comparison.. . I spoke from my heart, not my head.

"Oh, you've touched me," I said......"And taught me, in part;

"That the best of any man......... ..."Is what is found in his heart.

"The rest, I thought,.... ......... ... This shoe man will never know.

Like just how thankful I really am... That his dirty old shoe touched mysoul

You are special to me and you have made a difference in my life.

I respect you, and truly cherish you.





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we make a Life by what we give.God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you toit, He will bring you through it.

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DIVIDING-UP THE NUTS !!

Just outside a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucket with nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.

"One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me," said one boy. Then they dropped several and those several rolled down toward the fence.

Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard something -- maybe voices -- from inside the cemetery.

He thought he better check it out and sure enough, he heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me."

He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.

"Come here quick," said the boy, "you won't believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls."

The man said, "Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk." When the boy insisted though, the man slowly made his way to the cemetery. Standing by the fence they heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me..."

The old man whispered, "Boy, you've been tellin' the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord." Shaking with fear, they both looked through the fence. Still they couldn't see anything.

The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.

At last they heard, "One for you, one for me. That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done."

And guess what?? The old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the boy on the bike !!!

WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE !

This is the story of our Grandmothers, and Great-grandmothers, as they lived only 90 years ago. It was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.

The women were innocent and defenseless. And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs, and their warden's blessing, went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of "obstructing sidewalk traffic."

They beat Lucy Burn, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the "Night of Terror" on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote.

For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because--why, exactly?

We have carpool duties?

We have to get to work?

Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?

Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie "Iron Jawed Angels." It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have mysay. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.

All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.

My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. "One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie," she said. "What would those women think of the way I use--or don't use--my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn." The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her "all over again."

HBO released the movie on video and DVD. I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum. I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.

It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.The doctor admonished the men: "Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity."

Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know. We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote.

Author Unknown

A Cell Phone Warning !

This lady has changed her habit of how she lists her names on her mobile phone after her handbag was stolen. Her handbag, which contained her cell phone, credit card, wallet... etc... Was stolen.

20 minutes later when she called her hubby, from a pay phone telling him what had happened, hubby says 'I've just received your text asking about our Pin number and I replied a little while ago.'

When they rushed down to the bank, the bank staff told them all the money was already withdrawn. The thief had actually used the stolen cell phone to text 'hubby' in the contact list and got hold of the pin number. Within 20 minutes he had withdrawn all the money from their bank account.

Moral of the lesson:
Do not disclose the relationship between you and the people in your contact list. Avoid using names like Home, Honey, Hubby, Sweetheart, Dad, Mom, etc... And very importantly, when sensitive info is being asked through texts, CONFIRM by calling back.

Also, when you get a text from friends or family to meet them somewhere, be sure to call back to confirm that the message came from them. If you don't reach them, be very careful about going places to meet 'family and friends' who text you.

"AN ANGEL WALKED THE BEAT TONIGHT ON HIGHWAY 109"

A drunken man in an Oldsmobile

They said had run the light

That caused the six-car pileupon 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about and blood was everywhere,

The sirens screamed out eulogies, for death was in the air.

A mother, trapped inside her car, was heard above the noise,

Her plaintive plea near split the air, 'Oh, God, please spare my boys!'

She fought to loose her pinned hands, she struggled to get free,

But mangled metal held her fast in grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused on where the back seat once had been,

But all she saw was broken glass and two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen, she did not hear them cry,

And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, 'Oh, God, don't let them die!

Then firemen came and cut her loose, but when they searched the back,

They found therein no little boys, but the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone madand was traveling alone,

But when they turned to question her, they discovered she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild and screaming above the noise

In beseeching supplication,'Please help me find my boys!

''They're four years old and wear blue shirts, their jeans are blue to match.

'One cop spoke up, 'They're in my car,and they don't have a scratch.

''They said their daddy put them there, and gave them each a cone,

'Then told them both to wait for Mom to come and take them home.'

'I've searched the area high and low, but I can't find their dad.

''He must have fled the scene, I guess, and that is very bad.

'The mother hugged the twins and said, while wiping at a tear,

'He could not flee the scene, you see,for he's been dead a year.

'The cop just looked confused and asked,'Now, how can that be true?

'The boys said, 'Mommy, Daddy came and left a kiss for you.

''He told us not to worry and that you would be all right, '

And then he put us in this car with the pretty, flashing light.

'We wanted him to stay with us, because we miss him so,

'But Mommy, he just hugged us tight and said he had to go.

''He said someday we'd understand and told us not to fuss,

'And he said to tell you, Mommy, 'He's watching over us.

'The mother knew without a doubtthat what they spoke was true,

For she recalled their dad's last words, ' I will watch over you.'

The firemen's notes could not explain the twisted, mangled car,

And how the three of them escapedwithout a single scar.

But on the cop's report was scribed,in print so very fine,

'An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.'

I AM A KEPT WOMEN !

You see, there were a few times when I thought I would

lose my mind, but GOD kept me sane. (Isa. 26:3)

There were times when I thought I could go no longer,
but the LORD kept me moving. (Gen 28:15)

At times, I've wanted to lash out at those whom I felt had

done me wrong, but the LORD kept my mouth shut. (Psa. 13)

Sometimes, I think the money just isn't enough,
but GOD has helped me to keep the lights on, the water on,

the car paid, the house paid, etc., (Matt. 6:25 -34)

When I thought I would fall, HE kept me up.
When I thought I was weak, HE kept me strong!

(I Pet. 5:7, Matt. 11:28-30)

I could go on and on and on, but I'm sure you hear me!

I'm blessed to be ' kept .'

Check It Out !!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AR4PQ30VkBk

It might be today !!!!!

When He Comes Again
Words and Music by:Rebecca J Peck

Verse:

When He came, He spent His first night on a bed of hay.
When He came, He left Heaven without wealth or fame.
Wrapped in rags, Christ had no sign of royalty. The truth of

who He really was the world could not see.

Chorus:

But when He comes again, On a cloud of majesty,

Every eye at last shall see, He is the great I am.

When He comes again, The host of Heaven with Him,

He'll bring to earth a kingdom without end . . . When He comes again!

Verse:

When He came, He was rejected by the ones He loved.
When He came, He drank freely from Death's bitter cup.

Betrayed and broken, Jesus hung in agony. The truth of

who He really was, the world could not see.

Chorus:

But when He comes again, On a cloud of majesty,

Every eye at last shall see, He is the great I am.

When He comes again, The host of Heaven with Him,

He'll bring to earth a kingdom without end . . . When He comes again!

Tag:

The hope of all the ages the everlasting Lord,

That baby boy from Bethlehem shall reign forever more!!

Chorus:
When He comes again, On a cloud of majesty,

Every eye at last shall see, He is the great I am.

When He comes again, The host of Heaven with Him,

He'll bring to earth a kingdom without end . . . When He comes again!

When he comes again!! Comes again!!!