Dear God:
I ask that no Airman, Coast Guardsman,
Marine, Sailor, Soldier or National Guardsman
Dear Lord, I am so far from home and at times feel so alone. I miss my family.
I miss my friends. Bless me with the strength and will to carry on when
the pressures are rough and the days are long. I pray not for a lighter load,
but help to carry it, on whatever road you lead. Fill me with your
strength and the courage to take one step at a time. Take care of my loved
ones while Im gone and keep them safe, and hold my ship, Lord, in the
palm of your hand. Amen.
2 posted on
07/19/2008 5:11:09 PM PDT by
Brad’s Gramma
(Typical Whitey Gramma just like Obamies!)
To: Brad's Gramma
5 posted on
07/19/2008 5:13:51 PM PDT by
SandRat
(Duty, Honor, Country! What else needs to said?)
To: StarCMC; Kathy in Alaska; Bethbg79; EsmeraldaA; MoJo2001; Brad's Gramma; laurenmarlowe; ...
Psa 89:47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
9 posted on
07/19/2008 5:17:37 PM PDT by
SandRat
(Duty, Honor, Country! What else needs to said?)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Ping!
Ping!
Oh PING!
10 posted on
07/19/2008 5:21:50 PM PDT by
Brad’s Gramma
(Typical Whitey Gramma just like Obamies!)
To: Brad's Gramma
Good morning Troops, Veterans and Canteeners.* * * * * * * * * * * *
Our Flag Flying Proudly One Nation Under God
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Lord, Please Bless Our Troops they're fighting for our Freedom.
I pledge allegiance to the Flag
of the United States of America,
and to the Republic, for which it stands;
one nation UNDER GOD,
indivisible,
with liberty and justice for all.
Prayers going up.
22 posted on
07/19/2008 5:39:00 PM PDT by
HopeandGlory
(Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
To: All
24 posted on
07/19/2008 5:42:45 PM PDT by
Cindy
To: Brad's Gramma
Freep mail me to be on or off the Daily Bread ping list
July 20, 2008
Expiration Date
In Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me. Psalm 139:16
Chuck Montague was undergoing an extended series of treatments at a cancer center far from home. Then his treatments were abruptly interrupted by another medical condition. But God answered prayer and removed this problem. Later, when Chuck testified in his church back home, he told of his gratitude for the prayers of Gods people and the truths from His Word that had ministered to him and his wife, Janet.
At times Chuck had wondered whether or not he would survive. That thought drove him to the Scriptures, and he carefully read Psalm 139. His attention was drawn to verse 16, which says, In Your book they were all written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them. Before we were created, all of our days were fashioned by the Lord. It lifted my spirit to know that my life is in Gods hands, Chuck said. Every jug of milk or can of tuna has an expiration date. Well, so have I. . . . Gods timing is best.
As we suffer illness or grow older, we naturally think more about death. If were believers in Christ, we can be confident that death is an open door to eternal life with Jesus. With the psalmist David, we are comforted by the truth that the God who loves us knows our expiration date.
From Him, who loves me now so well,
What power my soul can sever?
Shall life or death, or earth or hell?
NoI am His forever. Stebbins
Gods timing is perfecteven in death.
Bible in One Year:
Psalms 8486
25 posted on
07/19/2008 5:44:44 PM PDT by
The Mayor
( In Gods works we see His hand; in His Word we hear His heart)
To: Brad's Gramma
Good evening, all.
Happy Sunday to all.
36 posted on
07/19/2008 7:41:24 PM PDT by
Tanniker Smith
(Teachers open the door. It's up to you to enter.)
To: Brad's Gramma; laurenmarlowe; The Mayor; Kathy in Alaska; Colonel_Flagg; GodBlessUSA; ...
INNOCENCE IS PRICELESS
One Sunday morning, the preacher noticed little Alex
standing in the foyer of the church, staring up at a large
plaque. It was covered with names with small American
flags mounted on either side of it.
The seven year old had been staring at the plaque for some
time, so the preacher walked up, stood beside the little
boy, and said quietly, "Good morning Alex."
"Good morning Preacher," he replied, still focused on the plaque.
"Preacher, what is this?" he asked.
The preacher said, "Well, son, it's a memorial to all the
young men and women who died in the service."
Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque.
Finally, little Alex's voice, barely audible and trembling
with fear, asked,
"Which service, the 9:45 or the 11:15 ?"
42 posted on
07/19/2008 7:55:38 PM PDT by
luvie
(Rest in Peace, Tony Snow...fellow FReeper and FRiend....woof......)
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