Dead Ducks Don’t Flutter

Dead Ducks Don’t Flutter

Many years ago, a wealthy man went duck hunting with a hired hand named Sam. They took a horse and carriage, and along the way, a rim came off one of the wheels. As Sam hammered it back on, he accidentally hit his finger. Instantly he let go with some bad words. He quickly fell to his knees, asking God’s forgiveness. “Lord, it’s difficult at times to live the Christian life”, he prayed. “Sam,” said the boss, “I know you’re a Christian, but tell me why you struggle so. I’m an atheist, and I don’t have problems like that.” Sam didn’t know what to say. Just then two ducks flew overhead. The man raised his gun and two shots rang out. “Leave the dead one and go after that wounded bird!” he shouted. Sam pointed at the duck that was fluttering desperately to escape and said, “I’ve got an answer for you now, Boss. You said my Christianity isn’t any good because I have to struggle so. Well, I’m the wounded duck, and struggle to get away from the devil. But you, Boss, are the dead duck that is taken for granted as already taken!” This story helps us to put a lot of our daily experiences as Christians in perspective. Our struggles, trials and falls on a daily basis

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Healed and Whole

Healed and Whole

 One day I dug a little hole,  and put my hurt inside I thought that I could just forget I’d put it there to hide. But that little hurt began to grow, I covered it every day I couldn’t leave it and go on It seemed the price I had to pay.   My joy was gone, my heart was sad, pain was all I knew. My wounded soul enveloped me Loving seemed too hard to do. One day, while standing by my hole, I cried to God above And said, “If You are really there, They say, You’re a God of Love!”   And just like that, He was right there, And just put His arms around me He wiped my tears, his hurting child there was no safer place to be. I told Him all about my hurt, I opened up my heart He listened to each and every word to every sordid part.   I dug down deep and got my hurt I brushed the dirt away And placed it in the Master’s hand and healing came that day. He took the blackness of my soul and set my spirit FREE! Something beautiful began to grow where the hurt used to be.   And when I look at what has grown Out of my tears and pain

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The Most Beautiful Flower

The Most Beautiful Flower

The Most Beautiful Flower The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown For the world was intent on dragging me down   And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play He stood right before me with his head tilted down And said with great excitement, “Look what I found”   In his hand was a flower and what a pitiful sight With its petals all worn – not enough rain, or too little light Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play I faked a small smile and then shifted away   But instead of retreating he sat next to my side And placed the flower to his nose And declared with overacted surprise “It sure smells pretty and it’s beautiful, too” “That’s why I picked it; here, it’s for you”   The weed before me was dying or dead Not vibrant of colours: orange, yellow or red But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave So I reached for the flower, and replied, “Just what I need”   But instead of him placing the flower in my

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The Power of Words

The Power of Words

I have always had a special love for words. Words have such power in them. The right words can uplift, inspire, heal, and create endless joy and love in our lives. The wrong words can depress, discourage, hurt, and bring us endless misery and pain. It is so very important then to try and choose the right words in our lives. By choosing the right words I don’t just mean saying the right words or writing the right words either. I also mean thinking the right words. It is amazing the garbage that so many of us allow ourselves to think each and every day of our lives. In order to live a truly blessed life we must haul away the garbage and start to plant words that will grow into a garden of joy and light in our minds. Start today then to make the words in your life work for you and not against you. Do away with “can’t” and “no”. Try “can” and “yes” instead. Say, “I can be happy, I can choose joy, and I can share love.” Say, “Yes” to life, to learning, and to growth. Begin to use words like: Wonderful, Beautiful, and Delightful when you speak to others. Find a word of praise for everyone you know and then share it with them.

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Unfolding the Rosebud

Unfolding the Rosebud

It is only a tiny rosebud, A flower of GOD’s design; But I cannot unfold the petals With these clumsy hands of mine.   The secret of unfolding flowers Is not known to such as I. GOD opens this flower so sweetly, When in my hands they fade and die.   If I cannot unfold a rosebud, This flower of GOD’s design, Then how can I think I have wisdom To unfold this life of mine?   So I’ll trust in Him for His leading Each moment of every day. I will look to Him for His guidance Each step of the pilgrim way.   The pathway that lies before me, Only my heavenly Father knows. I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments, Just as He unfolds the rose. Meditation: O Lord, I know the way of man is not in himself; It is not in man who walks to direct his own steps. – Jeremiah 10:23 You will succeed in Jesus Name! Also read: Guidance Good Way to Start the Day Prayer For Guidance And Protection To Those I Love

God’s Embroidery

God’s Embroidery

When I was a little boy, my mother used to embroider a great deal. I would sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing. She informed me that she was embroidering. I told her that it looked like a mess from where I was, the underside. I watched her work within the boundaries of the little round hoop that she held in her hand. She would smile at me, look down and gently say, “My son, you go about your playing for a while, and when I am finished with my embroidering, I will put you on my knee and let you see it from my side.” I would wonder why she was using some dark threads along with the bright ones and why they seemed so jumbled from my view. A few minutes would pass and then I would hear Mother’s voice say, “Son, come and sit on my knee.” This I did, only to be surprised and thrilled to see a beautiful flower or a sunset. I could not believe it, because from underneath it looked so messy. Then Mother would say to me, “My son, from underneath it did look messy and jumbled, but you did not realize that there was a pre-drawn plan on the top. It was

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