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Words often seem like little things
And yet they mean so much
Depending on the use of them
Can hurt or cheer one up

How often do you choose your words
With caution and great care
Or, do you speak them carelessly
Not thinking, unaware

Of how they cut and mutilate
The pain goes deep within
Because we see the use of words
As dust blown in the wind

Scattered here and scattered there
To hurt the one who may
Without a thought, so innocently
Happen in the way

Now this is not intentional
Oh, No! we wouldn’t dare
To be so thoughtless to our friends
That would be quite unfair

Remember words are precious
A Treasure to employ
For spreading among those we greet,
much happiness and joy:angel:

Because God loves me He is slow to lose patience with me.
Because God loves me He takes the circumstances of my life and uses them in a constructive way for my growth.
Because God loves me He has no need to impress me with how great and powerful He is because He is God, nor does He be little me as His child in order to show me how important He is.
Because God loves me He is for me. He wants to see me mature and develop in His love.
Because God loves me He does not send down His wrath on every little mistake I make, of which there are many.
Because God loves me, He does not keep score of all my sins and then beat me over the head with them whenever He gets the chance.
Because God loves me He is deeply grieved when I do not walk in the ways that please Him because He sees this as evidence that I don’t trust Him and love Him as I should.
Because God loves me He rejoices when I experience His power and strength and stand up under the pressures of life for His Name’s sake.
Because God loves me He keeps on working patiently with me even when I feel like giving up and can’t see why He doesn’t give up with me, too.
Because God loves me He keeps on trusting me when at times I don’t even trust myself.
Because God loves me He never says there is no hope for me; rather, He patiently works with me, loves me and disciplines me in such a way that it is hard for me to understand the depth of His concern for me.
Because God loves me He never forsakes me even though many of my friends might. Because God loves me He stands with me when I have reached the rock bottom of despair, when I see the real me and compare that with His beauty and love. It is at a moment like this that I can really believe that God loves me.

Yes, the greatest of all gifts is God’s perfect love!

Dear Jesus, bless the mothers who sat up again last night, soothing their crying, colicky babies.
Bless the mothers who read the same favorite bedtime story night after night, even though they could recite it in their sleep.
Bless the mothers who keep a treasured collection of their children’s artwork, from the first scribble to the latest masterpiece.
Bless the mothers who help support their families even when it means going to work with spit-up on their blouses, diapers in their purses, and teething rings on their key chains.
Bless the mothers who cheer the child who scored the winning goal, and bless the mothers who cheer on the child who has never scored a goal.
Bless the mothers who care for their sick children, treasuring the extra time together rather than begrudging the extra work.
Bless the mothers who daily teach their children the ways of love, peace, forgiveness, tolerance, and humility by their example.
Bless the mothers who teach their children to fold their hands in prayer, even before they can say a word.
Bless the mothers who acknowledge their mistakes and ask You to make up for their lacks.
Bless the mothers who never tire of praying for their children.
Bless the mothers who aren’t a picture of perfection but a personification of love.
Thank You, Lord, for mothers—old pro, rookie, or soon-to-be, single or married, rich or poor, mothers of their own children or mothers to the motherless—because without them we would not know that most beautiful thing, a mother’s love..

You ask me why that I believe
in someone I have never seen.

My friend you just need to look around
It's all through nature His love abounds.

The Bible we have has gone through time.
He tells us His plan so please don't be blind

Can't you feel His presence at a quiet stream
or feel His warmth to watch a baby dream?

He's always with us to comfort our fears..
Don't you call Him when troubles are near?

If you don't believe just who do you call
when your burdens are heavy and worries fall?

How do you think that need was supplied
just in time when you laid there and cried?

He sees and listens even if you don't care.
He's ready to help and your heart to repair.

So call to Him I know that He's near.
He's knocking at your door, can't you hear??

Why are you crying
my child,yes..why?
Come with your Heavenly Father.. And rest for awhile.

When clouds look so gray
and flowers are wilting away,
and the days seem dreary & long.

I'm here,yes..My child.
Each step of the way,
to comfort and bless you
and carry you each day.

So forget all your fears,
and wipe away all those tears.
Just trust me & reach out
and hold on my child.

There is never a day
so dark and so gray,
that together we can
brighten the way.

So,look up to Heaven
and smile and pray,
and i will lift you up
along the narrow way.

Then someday my child
you'll wake up and see,
in Heaven with Me you'll be.