Noah: Alphabet Ups and Downs Game

Dana writes, "I just thought I'd share something I wrote to use with the active youth game, Alphabet Ups and Downs. (That's the game where you read a group a story with a lot of alliteration, and the kids have to stand up or sit down every time they hear a word that starts with a certain letter.) We were studying Noah, so I wanted our Alphabet Ups and Downs game to match the story. Here's a loose telling of the Noah story that features words with the letter 'N'."   "Noah: Alphabet Ups and Downs" by Dana Gagnon   Noah was a nice guy, but his neighbors thought he was a nut.   He had spent nearly his whole life building a nifty boat next to his house, in a neighborhood that never had rain! I mean, if Noah had a nickel for every nasty neighbor that came over to nag and needle him, he’d be a millionaire by now.   Noah explained to the nasty neighbors that God noticed that the world had become naughty, and told Noah to build this boat to save his family and the animals from a flood, but nobody believed Noah.   But Noah took notes when God gave him the numbers for the size of the nifty boat, and he nailed day and night to complete it.   When the nifty boat was nearly finished, the necessary animals started to arrive.   Naturally, the nocturnal animals came at night, so they could nap later. The nightingales flew in to their new nest. At noon, the elephants nearly got stuck in the narrow door. The next night, which was a bit nippy, such numbers came that I could not name each one — no nook of the nifty boat was neglected.   Now, nothing could stop the nearing rain. Noah nailed the door tight, and eyed the nimbus clouds nearby. Next, Noah and the animals spent numerous nights nervously feeling nausea as they floated on the waves the flood brought.   It rained for 40 days and 40 nights, and then Noah noticed the rain no more. Now they had to wait in the nifty boat until they could find the dry land they needed to live on.   Next they noticed something new — a rainbow. The rainbow was God’s signature on a promise that He would never flood the whole earth again. Noah and his family had a new chance to not neglect God’s laws and to walk God’s narrow path to heaven.   Copyright 2003 Dana Gagnon Source: Internet Archive

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Parable of the Lost Sheep

Today's bible adventure is the parable of the good shepherd.      Jesus often used parables as he was teaching a parable is an earthly story with a heavenly meaning     Jesus loved to tell stories and people loved listening to them his stories always taught important things about who god is and what he is doing.   One day the shepherd had 100 sheep and he took very good care of them.  Every day he led the sheep to fresh green grass and water so they had all they needed.  The shepherd knew every one of his 100 sheep so well that he could tell if they were doing well or if some of them were about to get ill.  The sheep learned to stay close to the shepherd because they knew everything would be fine as long as they were in his sight.  Every evening when they returned home, the shepherd carefully counted all his sheep to be sure they were all there then he locked them behind fences so they would be safe from the wild animals for the night. But one evening as the shepherd counted his sheep, he realized that one was missing.  He counted 99 so he knew one sheep was lost somewhere. It was now getting dark but the shepherd knew he had to leave the 99 sheep inside the fence and go out to find the one sheep that was missing.  The shepherd went out searching in the dark wilderness. As the sun was setting, the shepherd went further and further away to find his lost sheep. Then suddenly he heard the sheep bleating and he rushed to find it. When he found the sheep, he placed it on his shoulders and carried it all the way back home.  The shepherd was happy because his sheep that had been lost was found again.  Jesus then said "I told you this story to help you understand that god is exactly like this good shepherd who loves his sheep. If any person sins and strays from God, he will search for that person and bring him back to him no matter what it requires and just like the good shepherd in the story: God is very happy when that person comes back to him.  Video provided by Early Learning Adventures With Mrs. T

 

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The Gift of Giving (A Paper Tearing Story)

"The Gift of Giving - A Paper Tearing Story" by Donald Burns (Luke 6:38 and Galatians 5:22-23) Props: The items you will need are a handful of pennies that you are willing to loose, a letter size piece of paper, and a pair of scissors. Tell the story: Many of us have been taught to work to receive the things we want and to save the things we've got only to collect more and more things. So, when you first become a Christian you may not want to give away the good things that God gives you. (Ask:) If you give away all the things you have, will you eventually run out of them? Hmmm, lets try something with this money that the world has to give.  Who would like some money? (Take your handful of pennies and ask for volunteers to receive the pennies. Give away one penny to each person until they are all gone. Now have everyone that has the pennies give the penny away to someone who doesn't have a penny.)  Now I don't have any pennies left and I know some of you who received the pennies really didn't like giving that penny away did you? But you know what, God gives us spiritual gifts and he wants us to give them away too. When you give away the things God has given you, he will bless it and work miracles with it. Look at this piece of paper (Show the paper).  How many corners do you see?  If I tear this paper, will I have more or less?  Well, Gods Gifts for giving are like these four corners.  (Cut a large corner off the paper and give it away.)  When I give away one corner from this paper, lets count how many corners I have now. Wow! Now that I gave away one corner I now have 5 corners.  (Now cut a second corner away from the paper)  And now when I give away another corner I have 6 corners. And look at this, the first corner I gave away is not just one corner but three and the second corner is three.  That is the way it is when God gives us things to give away. He multiples his blessing on your giving and gives more than you give away just as when I gave away one corner and became three. God always supplies my needs and because I gave away the things that God wanted me to give away, he blesses the giving and multiplies my gift so that I have more to give!  The Bible says that the Fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. So as God gives you love, and brings you joy, or any of the other parts of the Fruit of the Spirit, be sure and give the same to everyone you meet! Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you." Luke 6:38 If you've used the resources at ChristianCrafters.Com, Click here!

 

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God and the Geese - All Things Are Possible

There was once a man who didn't believe in God, and he didn't hesitate to let others know how he felt about religion and religious holidays. His wife, however, did believe, and she raised their children to also have faith in God and Jesus, despite his disparaging comments. One snowy Eve, his wife was taking their children to service in the farm community in which they lived. They were to talk about Jesus' birth She asked him to come, but he refused. "That story is nonsense!" he said. "Why would God lower Himself to come to Earth as a man? That's ridiculous!"  So she and the children left, and he stayed home. A while later, the winds grew stronger and the snow turned into a blizzard. As the man looked out the window, all he saw was a blinding snowstorm. He sat down to relax before the fire for the evening. Then he heard a loud thump. Something had hit the window. He looked out, but couldn't see more than a few feet. When the snow let up a little, he ventured outside to see what could have been beating on his window. In the field near his house he saw a flock of wild geese. Apparently they had been flying south for the winter when they got caught in the snowstorm and couldn't go on. They were lost and stranded on his farm, with no food or shelter. They just flapped their wings and flew around the field in low circles, blindly and aimlessly. A couple of them had flown into his window, it seemed. The man felt sorry for the geese and wanted to help them. The barn would be a great place for them to stay, he thought. It's warm and safe; surely they could spend the night and wait out the storm. So he walked over to the barn and opened the doors wide, then watched and waited, hoping they would notice the open barn and go inside. But the geese just fluttered around aimlessly and didn't seem to notice the barn or realize what it could mean for them. The man tried to get their attention, but that just seemed to scare them, and they moved further away. He went into the house and came with some bread, broke it up, and made a bread crumb trail leading to the barn. They still didn't catch on. Now he was getting frustrated. He got behind them and tried to shoo them toward the barn, but they only got more scared and scattered in every direction except toward the barn. Nothing he did could get them to go into the barn where they would be warm and safe. "Why don't they follow me?!" he exclaimed. "Can't they see this is the only place where they can survive the storm?" He thought for a moment and realized that they just wouldn't follow a human. "If only I were a goose, then I could save them," he said out loud. Then he had an idea. He went into barn, got one of his own geese, and carried it in his arms as he circled around behind the flock of wild geese. He then released it. His goose flew through the flock and straight into the barn -- and one-by-one, the other geese followed it to safety. He stood silently for a moment as the words he had spoken a few minutes earlier replayed in his mind: "If only I were a goose, then I could save them!" Then he thought about what he had said to his wife earlier. "Why would God want to be like us? That's ridiculous!" Suddenly it all made sense. That is what God had done. We were like the geese--blind, lost, perishing. God had His Son become like us so He could show us the way and save us. As the winds and blinding snow died down, his soul became quiet and pondered this wonderful thought. Suddenly he understood why Christ had come. Years of doubt and disbelief vanished with the passing storm. He fell to his knees in the snow, and prayed his first prayer: "Thank You, God, for coming in human form to get me out of the storm!" John Mark Ministries. Articles may be reproduced in any medium, without applying for permission (provided they are unedited, and retain the original author/copyright information) Source: Rootsweb / GrammaPoems

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~The Ninth Inning ~

Chush is a school that caters to learning-disabled children in Brooklyn, N.Y. At a fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child was asked to speak. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he suddenly stopped and cried out, "Where is the perfection in my son Shaya? Everything God does is done with perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children do. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do. Where is God’s perfection?" The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father’s anguish, and stilled by the piercing query. “I believe,” the father answered, “that when God brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that He seeks is in the way people react to this child.” He then told the following story about his son. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~   One afternoon, Shaya and his father walked past a park where some boys Shaya knew were playing baseball. Shaya asked, “Do you think they will let me play?”   Shaya’s father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Shaya could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said, “We’re losing by six runs, and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team, and we’ll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning.”   Shaya’s father was ecstatic, and Shaya smiled broadly. Shaya was told to put on a glove and go out to play short center field.   In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shaya’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya’s team scored again, and now with two outs, the bases loaded, and the potential winning run on base, Shaya was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let him bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game?    Surprisingly, Shaya was given the bat. Everyone knew it was all but impossible because Shaya didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it. However, as Shaya stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved in a few steps to lob the ball softly so Shaya should at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came in, and Shaya swung clumsily and missed. One of Shaya’s teammates came up to Shaya, and together they held the bat and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again stepped forward to toss the ball softly toward Shaya.    As the pitch came in, Shaya and his teammate swung the bat, and together they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman.   Shaya would have been out, and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it with a high arc to right field, far beyond the reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling, “Shaya, run to first. Run to first!”   Never in his life had Shaya run to first. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman, who would have tagged out Shaya, who was still running. But the right fielder understood the pitcher’s intentions, and he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman’s head.    Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second!” Shaya ran toward second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases toward home.   As Shaya reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, “Run to third!”   As Shaya rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, “Shaya, run home!” Shaya ran home, stepped on home plate, and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit a “grand slam” and won the game for his team.   “That day,” said the father softly, now with tears rolling down his face, “those 18 boys reached their level of God’s perfection.”   ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~    Original paintings by Jim Daly, used with permission of Christ Centered Art Mall

 

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An Athlete's Prayer

Help me to play the game, dear Lord, with all my might and main;
Grant me the courage born of right, a heart to stand the strain…

Send me a sense of humor, Lord, to laugh when victory’s mine;
To laugh, if I should meet defeat, without a fret or whine…

Give me the grace to follow rules, to ‘fess up when I’m wrong,
When silence or some other thing wins plaudits from the throng…

When foes are tough and fighting fierce and I am getting weak,
Dear God, don’t ever let me show a broad, bright, yellow streak.

And teach me, Lord, life’s a game to play just one day at a time.
With Thee as coach and trainer, Lord, real victory must be mine.

- Words of Champions

 

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I CANNOT Say - I CANNOT Pray

I cannot say OUR if my religion has no room for others and their needs. I cannot say FATHER if I do not demonstrate this relationship in my daily life. I cannot say WHO ART IN HEAVEN if all my interests and pursuits are in earthly things. I cannot say HALLOWED BE THY NAME if I, who am called by his name am not holy. I cannot say THY KINGDOM COME if I am unwilling to give up my own sovereignty and accept the righteous reign of God. I cannot say THY WILL BE DONE if I am unwilling or resentful of having it in my life. I cannot say ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN unless I am truly ready to give myself to his service here and now. I cannot say GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD without expending honest effort for it or by ignoring the genuine needs of my fellow men. I cannot say FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES AS WE FORGIVE THOSE WHO TRESPASS AGAINST US if I continue to harbor a grudge against anyone. I cannot say LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION if I deliberately choose to remain in a situation where I am likely to be tempted. I cannot say DELIVER US FROM EVIL if I am not prepared to fight in the spiritual realm with the weapon of prayer. I cannot say THINE IS THE KINGDOM if I do not give the King the disciplined obedience of a loyal subject. I cannot say THINE IS THE POWER if I fear what my neighbors and friends may say or do. I cannot say THINE IS THE GLORY if I am seeking my own glory first. I cannot say FOREVER if I am too anxious about each day's affairs. I cannot say AMEN unless I honestly say, "Cost what it may, this is my prayer." -Unknown Image Source

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Little Changes Count - The Starfish Story

Once upon a time, there was an old man who had a habit of walking along the beautiful beach before starting his work. He used to go to the seaside every morning to do his writing. One beautiful Sunday as per his morning routine, he went to the sea shore and started walking along the shore. As he moved ahead, he came along a stretch on which thousands of starfish had washed up. He found the beach littered with starfish as far as the eye could see, stretching in both directions. From a distance far from his sight, the old man noticed a little girl approaching. As the girl walked, she paused every so often. When she came closer, the old man could see that she was occasionally bending down to pick up an object and throw it into the sea. When the little girl came a bit closer to the old man, he said, “Good morning little princess!!! May I ask what it is that you are doing now?” The pretty little girl paused, looked up and replied, “Throwing starfish into the sea.” The little girl continued her job of picking and throwing back the starfishes into the sea. “I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the sea?”, asked the old man. To this, the little girl replied, “The tide has washed them up onto the beach and they can’t return back to the sea by themselves. When the sun gets high… Upon hearing this, the old man commented, ‘But, little girl, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? There must be tens of thousands of starfish on this beach. I’m afraid you won’t really be able to make much of a difference!” The girl bent down, picked up yet another starfish and threw it as far as she could into the ocean. Then she turned towards old man, gave a sweet smile and said, “I made a difference to that one!” The Moral: The story's main takeaway is that even seemingly small acts of kindness can have a profound impact on the recipient. It highlights the idea that we shouldn't be deterred from doing good simply because we can't solve all the world's problems at once.

How to help a 'walking' starfish on the beach 
If you ever see a starfish walking beyond the water’s edge, help it survive by putting it back into the ocean. Zeb Hallock filmed this 2012 clip of a Luidia clathrata seastar in Corolla, North Carolina before relocating the animal for its safety:

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Puppy Size - An inspirational Story

This is one of the neatest stories you will ever hear. You will know precisely what this little girl is talking about at the end (you'll want to share this one with your loved ones and special friends)! 'Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this,' the mother told the volunteer. 'What is it she keeps asking for?' the volunteer asked. 'Puppy size!' replied the mother. 'Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for.' 'I know...we have seen most of them,' the mom said in frustration... Just then Danielle came walking into the office 'Well, did you find one?' asked her mom. 'No, not this time,' Danielle said with sadness in her voice. 'Can we come back on the weekend?' The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed. 'You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply,' the volunteer said. Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. 'Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend,' she said. Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular. 'It's this weekend or we' re not looking any more,' Dad finally said in frustration. 'We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either,' Mom added. Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs. Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted. Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one, the dogs were brought out and she held each one. One by one she said, 'Sorry, you're not the one.' It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer. 'Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!' she screamed with joy. 'It's puppy size!' 'But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks,' Mom said. 'No not size... the puppy sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,' she said. 'Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!' The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both. 'Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,' she said. Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, 'Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!'   Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day. They are the sighs of God! Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear. 'Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.' May each of you feel and hear the sighs of God...

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A Small Witness: An Inspirational Story

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their little church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts. This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said - - - "OK Dad, I'm ready." His Pastor Dad asked - - - "Ready for what?" "Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out. "Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain. " The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking "But Dad, aren't people still going to hell, even though it's raining?" Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather." Despondently, the boy asks "Dad, can I go? Please?" His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son." "Thanks Dad! " And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract. After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted. Then he turned toward the first home he saw - and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer. Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch. He rang again, and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked " What can I do for you son?" With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU, and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE." With that, he handed her his last tract, and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!" Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, " Does anybody have a testimony or want to say anything?" Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face as she said, "No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live. So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away. "I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be?! Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder. When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! And the words that came from his mouth caused my heart, that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, "Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU." Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand. As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more. You see, "I am now a Happy Child of the KING and since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU TO God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and, by so doing, spared my soul from eternity in hell." There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son . . . Except for One. This Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, The Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named. ~Author Unknown To Me~   Find more insprirational stories from Bessie here

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Real Life Angels

Every day in the world around us, Real-life angels are doing the things they do, And bringing more smiles to the world around them. Real-life angels build bridges instead of walls... They don't play hide-and-seek with the truth, And they don't have hidden agendas. They tend to be the only ones who understand, What you're going through. If they sense that you're hurting, They do whatever they can to help you. Real-life angels understand difficulties... And always give the benefit of the doubt. They don't hold others up to the standards. They can't live by themselves. Real-life angels are what "inner beauty" is all about. Real-life angels don't hold things against you... The only thing they hold is you. They take your hand in theirs when you could use A little reassurance. They walk beside you when you could do with A little guidance and direction in your life, And they support you in Your attempts to do what is right. Real-life angels mulitply your smiles, And add to your integrity. They make you feel like, "Hey, I really am somebody who matters." Then they quietly prove to you how beautiful And true that feeling really is. If you come across an angel like this, You are one of the luckiest people of all. ~Author Unknown~

 

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The Kitchen Prayer

"The Kitchen Prayer" by Klara Munkres Lord of all pots and pans and things since I’ve not time to be A saint by doing lovely things or watching late with Thee Or dreaming in the dawn light or storming Heaven’s gates Make me a saint by getting meals and washing up the plates. Although I must have Martha’s hands, I have a Mary mind And when I black the boots and shoes, Thy sandals Lord I find. I think of how they trod the earth, what time I scrub the floor Accept this meditation Lord, I haven’t time for more. Warm all the kitchen with Thy love, And light it with Thy peace Forgive me all my worrying and make my grumbling cease. Thou who didst love to give men food, in room or by the sea Accept this service that I do, I do it unto Thee. Amen

Little Golden Book | Baby's House | Illustrator Mary Blair

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The Caregiver’s Prayer

A caregivers prayer helps caregivers receive God’s help in looking after their own physical, emotional and spiritual needs so they can handle the demands of caring for a loved one. Heavenly Father, I love _______. I have committed my life to caring for ______. Yet I know the task is greater than my abilities. As I seek to help another, I ask for strength to shoulder the burdens before me. Yet I also ask for the wisdom to know what is mine to carry. I ask for the courage to admit my failures and make amends. I thank you for your grace and mercy, and ask that you help me daily apply it to myself and extend it to others. As I walk through this long valley of the shadow of death, I ask for a deeper awareness of your presence to calm my fears. As I glance backwards, may I only see your provision. As I look forward, may my eyes see your guidance. May I reflect you as I minister to this one whom I love. I pray all this in the name of your son, Jesus Christ, Who laid down his own life …for me. © 2014 Peter W. Rosenberger, HOPE FOR THE CAREGIVER The Catholic Gift Store offers this Laminated prayercard. The front and back of the prayercard are shown. Measures 2 1/2" x 4 1/2". Credit: Loving Life At Home

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A Coaches Prayer

BUILD ME AN ATHLETE, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat and humble and gentle in victory. BUILD ME AN ATHLETE whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be, an athlete who will know You and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge. Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storms; here let him learn compassion for those who fall. BUILD ME AN ATHLETE whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high; an athlete who will master himself before he seeks to master others; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future yet never forget the past. And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, never to take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength. Then, I, his coach, will dare to whisper, "I have not lived in vain."

Adapted from A Father's Prayer
by Gen. Douglas MacArthur
Reader's Digest, May 1952, p. 81

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The Coach's Prayer

by Dan Britton / via ClintHurdle.com / Printable PDF
 

Lord, when I pick up the whistle, lace up my shoes and walk out of the locker room, I coach for You alone. There is no turning back. In every victory and every defeat, I celebrate Your goodness and greatness. The way I coach demonstrates my love for You. I stand for the cross and declare my loyalty to You. I coach for You.

My energy and enthusiasm come from the Holy Spirit. My purpose and passion come from above. Through the strain and struggle, I never give up or give in. The champion inside of me is Jesus who gives me strength. Winning is honoring You in all I do. I coach for You.

When I coach, I feel Your pleasure. My heart longs for Your applause alone. All of my abilities are from You. I am under Your authority as my Ultimate Coach. I will respect and honor all competitors, coaches, and officials. I compete by all of the rules. I coach for You.

My coaching is my offering to my Savior. I am Your warrior in the heat of battle. I am humble in victory and gracious in defeat. I coach to serve You, my athletes, and our opponents. My words bring healing and refreshment that inspire and motivate. I speak words of life. I coach for You.

Success isn't a winning program, but seeing the power of Christ transform the lives of my athletes. Victory is not the scoreboard, but for my athletes to become more like You. Bless my athletes in great ways and increase their faith and confidence. I coach for You.

In the name of Jesus, I pray. Amen.

Remember, lift up your athletes through prayer daily.

God will use your prayers to transform lives.

Pray well. Coach well.

Newsflash:

Coach Joseph Kennedy is shown kneeling in prayer at Bremerton High School in Washington state. He was fired for doing so. Now, his case will go before the U.S. Supreme Court. (photo: First Liberty Institute; republished with permission)
-National Catholic Register

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Shake It Off and Step Up

Once there was a farmer who owned an old mule. One day the mule fell into the farmer’s well and the farmer heard the mule ‘praying,’ or whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together, told them what had happened and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery. Initially, the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back, a thought struck him. It dawned on him that every time a shovel of dirt landed on his back HE COULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP! This he did, blow after blow. Shake it off and step up...shake it off and step up...shake it off and step up.... he repeated to encourage himself. No matter how painful the blows, or how distressed the situation seemed, the old mule fought “panic” and just kept right on SHAKING IT OFF AND STEPPING UP! It wasn’t long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, but triumphant, stepped over the wall of that well. What seemed like it would bury him actually helped him, all because of the manner in which he handled his adversity! THAT’S LIFE! If we face our problems and respond to them positively, and refuse to give in to panic, bitterness, or self-pity, the adversities that come along to bury us usually have within them the very real potential to benefit us! Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic. Author unknown to me

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The Lord's Prayer Drama

The Lord's Prayer Drama Characters Person (seen) God (unseen) Stage Setting No particular setting is necessary, but it is good if the person could sit on a chair and lean on a table that has a Bible on it. Script Person: Our Father, who... God: Yes?   Person: Don't interrupt me! I'm praying. God: But you called me.   Person: Called you? I didn't call you. I was praying. Our Father who art in heaven... God: There, you did it again.   Person: Did what? God: Called me. You said, "Our Father who art in heaven." Here I am. What's on your mind?   Person: But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day. I always say the Lord's Prayer. It makes me feel good, sort of like getting a job done. God: All right. Go on.   Person: Hallowed be thy name... God: Hold it! What do you mean by that?   Person: By what? God: By "hallowed be thy name"?   Person: It means...it means.... Good grief! How should I know what it means? It's just part of the prayer. (pause) By the way, what does it mean? God: It means honoured, holy, wonderful.   Person: Ah, that makes sense. I never thought about what hallowed meant before. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. God: Do you really mean that?   Person: Of course! Why not? God: What are you going to do about it?   Person: Do? Nothing, I suppose. I just think it would be rather good it you got control of things down here the way you have up there. God: Have I got control of you?   Person: Well, I go to church. God: That isn't what I asked you. What about that bad temper? You've really got a problem there you know!   Person: Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of those hypocrites down at the church! God: Excuse me, but I thought you were praying for my will to be done? If that is to happen, it will have to start with the ones who are praying for it. Like you, for example.   Person: Oh, all right! I guess I do have a few hang-ups. Now that you mention it, I probably could name some others. God: So could I.   Person: I haven't thought about it much until now, but I really would like to cut out some of those things. I really would like to know how to be free. God: Good! Now we're getting somewhere! We'll work together, you and I. Some real victories can be won. I'm proud of you!   Person: Look, Lord, I need to finish this up here. This is taking a lot longer than it usually does! Give us this day our daily bread . God: You need to cut out the bread you're a little overweight as it is!   Person: Hey! Wait a minute! What is this? Here I am doing my religious duty and all of a sudden you break in and remind me of all my faults! God: Praying is a dangerous thing. You could end up changed, you know. That's what I'm trying to bring across to you. You called me, and here I am. It's too late to stop now. Keep on praying. I'm interested in the next part of your prayer. (Pause) Well. go on!   Person: I'm scared to... God: Scared of what?   Person: I know what you'll say! God: Try me and see.   Person: Forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. God: What about Peter Brown?   Person: See! I knew you would bring him up! Why, Lord he told lies about me, and he cheated me out of some money. I swear that I'll get even with him. God: But your prayer. What about your prayer?   Person: I didn't mean it. God: Well, at least you're honest! But it's not much fun carrying around that load of bitterness inside, is it?   Person: No, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even! Have I got some plans for old Peter! God: You won't feel any better. You'll feel worse. Revenge isn't sweet. Think of how unhappy you really are. But I'll change all that.   Person: You will? How? God: Forgive Peter. Then I'll forgive you. Then the hate and sin will be Peter's problem and not yours. You may lose the money, but you will have settled your heart.   Person: It doesn't sound easy, but deep down, I know it would be worth the effort. Thank you, Lord, for helping me work through this. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory for ever and ever. AMEN. ------------------------ This document copyright (c) 1995 by Mathew Pole. Reproduction and/or distribution for non-commercial purposes is permissible providing that the drama is left fully intact. Permission is given to modify the drama for personal use, under the condition that the changes are not redistributed. Please send additions or corrections to Mathew (mpole@mpce.mq.edu.au) Last changed: Saturday 12 August 1995

"Our Father, who art in heaven"... The “Lord’s Prayer”, alongside an easy to understand application for children... Also includes 10 written prayers ... Ages 3-6 ... 32 pages (15 spreads)

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Laundry Prayers

Laundry Prayer Laundry is a dreaded task, A never-ending chore. The sorting, folding, ironing, Just get to be a bore. But now I have a little trick, God's placed within my head. As I touch my family's clothes, I pray for them instead. I say a prayer for him, As cotton shirts I press. I thank God for my little girl, As I hang her darling dress. And as I for the hundredth time, Fold his favorite tee. I ask God's blessing for my son, And for my family. ©2006 Kim Hoeven Laundry Prayer Humor God, grant me the serenity to accept the stains I cannot get out, the courage to bleach the ones I can, and the wisdom to pull that one red sock from the load of whites. Prayer While Doing Laundry I fill the washer with my husband’s shirts and socks, and ask that you bless him as he wears them to work each day. Give him the grace to see that his work is holy and open his eyes to see the sacredness of each moment of life. As I sort the tiny socks or the overalls of the children, I smile and remember how blessed I am to have them in my life. I sort the larger teenage clothing and wonder at how fast these clothes have become larger sizes – and how quickly children grow up. I ask your help as I guide them through each new phase of their lives. Give me a love that is endless, a heart that forgives them and the humility to ask for their forgiveness when that is right. Help me keep them from danger, and help me to let go and trust you when it is time to do that. I try so hard to be perfect but lead me to remember that it is here in the smudged, disorganized and disheveled part of life that I find you the nearest. Thank you, dearest Lord, for so much grace in my life!

Source: Becky Eldredge

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