Our church youth group has what they call TWT...That Wednesday Thing. I think I am going to start my own TWT. It will probably alternate with Hump Day.
First off, a very special friend of mine sent me the following in email. It is circulating so many of you may get this for yourself. Anyway, I wanted to share it with others, so here goes:
TO A KEEPER!
One day a mother died.
And on that clear, cold morning,
in the warmth of her bedroom,
the daughter was struck with
the pain of learning that sometimes
there isn't any more..
No more hugs,
no more lucky moments to celebrate together,
no more phone calls just to chat,
No more 'just one minute.'
Sometimes, what we care about the most goes away.
never to return before we can say good-bye,
Say 'I Love You.'
So while we have it . . it's best we love it . .
And care for it and fix it when it's broken
and take good care of it when it's sick.
This is true for marriage (well……).... and friendships ..
And children with bad report cards;
And dogs with bad hips;
And aging parents and grandparents
We keep them because they are worth it,
Because we cherish them!
Some things we keep --
like a best friend who moved away
or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that
make us happy, No matter what.
Life is important,
and so are the people we know .
And so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone today
who thought I was a 'KEEPER'!
Then I sent It to the people
I Think of in the same way!
Now it's your turn to send this to all those people
who Are 'keepers' in your life!
Thank you very much
For being a special part of MY Life!
Next, a lesson in sharing with others....
My 9-year-old's last-second request surprised his doctor and taught me a valuable lesson about sharing the gospel....Tina Blessitt
Last fall my 9-year-old son, Austin, had his tonsils removed. Before the surgery, Austin's
anesthesiologist came to start an IV. He was wearing a cool surgical cap covered in colorful frogs. Austin loved that 'frog hat'. The doctor explained that he had two choices. He could either try to start the IV, or he could wait until Austin was up in the operating room. In the OR the doctor would give Austin some 'goofy' gas, and start the IV when he was more relaxed. 'So, Austin,' he asked, 'which do you want?' Austin replied, 'I'll take the gas.'
But when the doctor started to leave, Austin called, 'Hey, wait.' The doctor turned. 'Yeah, buddy, what do you need?' 'Do you go to church?'
'No,' the doctor admitted. 'I know I probably should, but I don't.' Austin then asked, 'Well, are you saved?' Chuckling nervously, the doctor said, 'Nope. But after talking to you, maybe it's something I should consider.' Pleased with his response, Austin answered, 'Well, you should, 'cause Jesus is great!' 'I'm sure He is, little guy,' the doctor said, and quickly made his exit. After that a nurse took me to the waiting room. Someone would come and get me when Austin's surgery was done.
After about 45 minutes, the anesthesiologist came into the waiting room. He told me the surgery went well and then said, 'Mrs Blessitt, I don't usually come down and talk to the parents after a surgery, but I just had to tell you what you son did.' Oh boy, I thought. What did that little rascal do now? The doctor explained that he'd just put the mask on Austin when my son signaled that he needed to say something. When the doctor removed the mask, Austin blurted, 'Wait a minute, we have to pray!' The doctor told him to go ahead, and Austin prayed, 'Dear Lord, please let all the doctors and nurses have a good day. And Jesus, please let the doctor with the frog hat get saved and start going to church. Amen.'
The doctor admitted this touched him. 'I was so sure he would pray that his surgery went well,' he explained. 'He didn't even mention his surgery. He prayed for me! Mrs Blessitt, I had to come down and let you know what a great little guy you have.'
A few minutes later a nurse came to take me to post-op. She had a big smile on her face as we walked to the elevator. 'Mrs. Blessitt, I couldn't wait to tell you something exciting that your son did.' With a smile, I told her that the doctor already mentioned Austin's prayer 'But there's something you don't know,' she said. 'Some of the other nurses and I have been witnessing to and praying for that doctor for a long time. After your son's surgery, he tracked a few of us down to tell us about Austin's prayer. He said, 'Well girls, you got me. If that little boy could pray for me when he was about to have surgery, then I think maybe I need his Jesus too.'
She then recounted how they joined the doctor as he prayed to receive Christ right there in the hospital.
Wow! Austin had played a small part in something wonderful. But then, so did the nurses who prayed and witnessed. I thought about John's words in his Gospel, 'One sows and the other reaps' (John 4:37 ). Austin's experience taught me that, although we never know which role we may be called to play, in the end it doesn't matter. What's important is that we remain faithful in sharing the gospel.
Don't Tell God How Big Your Troubles Are Tell Your Trouble HOW BIG YOUR GOD IS!!!