[JustAmy]

Graphic by Billie

In Their Hands

Their daily jobs are risky,
But it is what they do.
They risk their lives for others,
Protecting me and you.
They fight fires and they fight crooks,
They fight our foreign foes.
When no fight is going on,
They still stay on their toes.
They train and wait, wait and train,
Praying they won’t need it.
But danger always rears its head,
Then they go defeat it.
A simpler life, they could lead,
But that’s not in their plans.
Freedom’s future one could say,
Is resting in their hands.

Conspiracy Guy, 5/24/2004
aka DIF © 2003 or 2004

[JustAmy]

Sorry ..... I almost left without posting this.

Bilie .... Thank you for this wonderful graphic.

CG ..... Thank you for writing the perfect words to fit this graphic.

Hugs to both of you!!

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Tuesday !

Have a cup while you Freep !

[Conspiracy Guy]

Ping Yall

[Conspiracy Guy]

That cleaned up real well. The collage is great. I missed my meter a couple of times but I'll let it stand.

[The Mayor]

May 25, 2004

Who Calls The Game?

Read: Job 40:1-14

Shall the one who contends with the Almighty correct Him? —Job 40:2

Bible In One Year: 1 Chronicles 25-27; John 9:1-23

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During an afternoon baseball game when American League umpire Bill Guthrie was working behind home plate, the catcher for the visiting team repeatedly protested his calls.

According to a story in the St. Louis Post Dispatch, Guthrie endured this for three innings. But in the fourth inning, when the catcher started to complain again, Guthrie stopped him. "Son," he said gently, "you've been a big help to me calling balls and strikes, and I appreciate it. But I think I've got the hang of it now. So I'm going to ask you to go to the clubhouse and show them how to take a shower."

Job also had been complaining about calls he didn't think were fair. In his case, the umpire was God. After listening to Job's objections, the Lord finally spoke out of a violent storm. Suddenly things came into perspective for Job. God was gentle, but He was also firm and direct. The Lord asked him the kind of questions that bring finite man back down to size. Job listened, gave up his complaining, and found peace in surrendering to God.

Father, we don't make sense when we complain about Your fairness. Help us to be like Your Son Jesus, who trusted You without complaining, even to the point of dying on the cross. —Mart De Haan

When troubles come and we complain
Because we do not understand,
The problem is our narrow view
That fails to see God's loving hand. —K. De Haan

When you feel like complaining, think of all that Jesus endured.

[The Mayor]

Shall the one who contends with the Almighty correct Him? —Job 40:2

When you feel like complaining, think of all that Jesus endured.

[Terabitten]

HOOAH.

Former infantry bump.

[Laura Earl]

Great poem! Billie-that graphic is awesome!!

[ST.LOUIE1]

You're graphics are outstanding. : )

Mornin', sweet (((((BillieBlue))))) : )

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Thank you for posting that nice tribute to our troops, police and firefighters. Well done.

[Billie]

Good afternoon, All! Hope you are having a great day - a whole week without Amy is going to make us all appreciate her that much more when she returns June 4th. :)

CG, your poem is so fitting for that collage - I wish I could take credit for 'creating' it, and most of those I post, I can, but Amy found that one and sent it to me to vignette and add the text. ("In Their Hands" came to mind right away - knew our poets could run with that title!)