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WITandWISDOM(tm) - August 7, 2006
"It is a very serious thing to grow rich! Of all the temptations to which God's children are exposed, it is the worst, because it is the one that they do not dread. Believe me, there is no trial as great as no trial." - Charles Spurgeon
Source: Preaching Now, http://www.preaching.com/newsletter/subscribe.html
~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:
Is That You, God?
Learning to recognize his voice.
By Alicia Bruxvoort
I was curled up on the corner of our plaid couch, seizing the early-morning silence to talk with God, when my son's warm body cuddling next to mine interrupted the conversation. I opened my eyes to greet Lukas with a hug.
"Mommy?" he whispered. "Are you talking to God?"
"Yes, honey," I replied as I kissed his tousled hair, "I am." I closed my eyes to continue my prayer.
Soon, a curious voice interrupted, "Mom?"
"Does God talk back?"
My heart responded long before my mouth formed the words: "Yes, buddy, God talks back."
Lukas's blue eyes grew wide as he stammered, "But how do you know it's him?"
Help me, Lord, I prayed silently, attempting to formulate an answer. How could I explain recognizing God's voice when I was still discovering it for myself? . . .
The squeeze of a little hand reminded me my son was still waiting for an answer.
"So how do you know it's God?" Lukas persisted.
"Remember when we were at that playground filled with lots of people and Daddy went to the parking lot to get the car?" I asked.
"Could you see Daddy from where you sat on the swings?"
"Well, how did you know it was Dad when he called your name and said it was time to go?"
"Mo-om," he said with a giggle and a hint of exasperation, "He's my daddy. I just know him!"
"You know what, buddy?" I replied. "That's how it is with God, too!"
Alicia Bruxvoort is a writer and speaker who lives in Iowa.
Copyright © 2006 by the author or Christianity Today International/Today's Christian Woman magazine, May/June 2006, Vol. 28, No. 3, Page 30
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Source: Women's Connection Newsletter,
~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:
This is for all you women 50 years and over.... and for those who are turning 50,and for those who are scared of moving into their 50's...
AND for guys who are scared of girls over 50!!!!...
As I grow in age, I value women who are over 50 most of all.
Here are just a few reasons why:
A woman over 50 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 50 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.
A woman over 50 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 50 give a care what you might think about her or what she's doing.
Women over 50 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.
Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 50. They always know.
A woman over 50 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 50 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk or if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.
Yes, we praise women over 50 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 50+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.
Submitted by BJ Ervin-Weymouth
~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:
A little boy, obviously lost, stood on a street corner anxiously watching the crowds of busy shoppers. Finally he approached a policeman. "Excuse me," he said, "but did you see a lady without me?"
Submitted by Lorraine
On the way home from shopping on a sweltering midsummer afternoon, my friend Jessica and I noticed a man sitting at the side of the road. The hood of his car was up, and he was apparently waiting for a tow truck.
The light at our intersection was red. Jessica frantically dug through the grocery bags, opened the door and dashed over to the stranded man. She came back just as the light changed, saying only, "He looked hot."
I glanced back--and saw the man unwrapping a Popsicle.
Submitted by Lorraine