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Sat, 18 Apr 2009 09:27:35 -0700

WELCOME TO MY BLOG

I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR VISIT,
AND YOU WILL COME BACK AGAIN.
LIKE WHAT YOU SEE, TAKE IT WITH YOU.
THANK YOU FOR ALL THE "THUMBS UP"
AND REVIEWS THAT HAVE BEEN LEFT,
THEY ARE VERY APPRECIATED.
"SMILES"
I have written and hold the copyright on all poems by Frog.

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Sat, 18 Apr 2009 09:26:44 -0700

I AM GUILTY

I have never been arrested
Or convicted of a charge,
At least not officially,
I'm not a criminal "at large."

But once when I was reading
From God's precious Holy Word,
I discovered I was guilty
Of the worst you've ever heard.

That's right, my Christian family,
Without a gun or sword
I brutally tormented
And I murdered our sweet Lord!

Each time I looked the other way
When I knew a wrong was done,
I added to the misery
Of the mocking of God's Son.

Each time I went ahead
And told that little lie,
I added to the burden
That caused my Christ to die.

And when I didn't help you
When you were really down,
I added to the cross' weight
That pulled my Savior down.

Or when I sat and gossiped
Or just agreed with what was said,
I pushed another jagged thorn
Into my dear Lord's head.

And when I judged my neighbor
For the wrongs which he had done,
I helped to drive a nail
Into the hands of God's own Son.

The day I was too busy
To listen to you cry,
I added to the volume
When they shouted: "Crucify!"

And when I didn't love you
Because your skin was black,
I helped the soldier swing the whip
That tore my Savior's back.

But God, Our Father, knew these things
And loved me anyway!
He sent down Jesus willingly
To die for me that day.

No, I've never robbed a grocery store
Or taken drugs to cope,
But the Man I helped to murder
Rose again to give me hope!

So that is why the Bible says
That Christ can set us free.
He'll wash our guilty stain away
And give us liberty!

By GEORGIA NIELSEN

Georgia is a friend of mine who has been blessed by God with a wonderful talent of putting pen to paper. Please visit her website at http://realarts.ning.com/profile/GeorgiaNielsen to see more of her work.

See His Love Video (Kim Walker)

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 17:51:24 -0700

THIS IS EASTER! Not the candy, not the eggs, not the ham dinner. This is Easter. Christ dying for our sins, and being raised from the dead, conquering death for YOU and ME! If you don't believe... then He died in vain.

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Thu, 09 Apr 2009 16:16:39 -0700

It takes so little to brighten up a child's life,
and it's really an easy thing to do.
Just fill a shoe box!
Operation Christmas Child is part of Samaritan's Purse,
a Franklin Graham Ministry.
Want to have a good feeling inside?
Bless a child, fill a shoe box.
It's not just for Christmas.

Go to SAMARITANSPURSE.ORG
"Smiles"

How He Loves Us - Kim Walker / Jesus Culture

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 15:27:44 -0700

As you watch this video, watch the young lady singing, Kim Walker, and the love that is pouring out of her for God. It's a beautiful thing to see. Can people see your love for God when they see you?

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Sun, 15 Mar 2009 18:16:20 -0700

Wait

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait."
"WAIT? You say 'wait'," my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers. I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked and am claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me "Wait?"
I'm needing a 'yes'', a go-ahead sign,
or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
And, Lord, You promised that if we believe
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And, Lord, I've been asking! I need a reply!"

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."

So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut.
and grumbled to God, "So I'm waiting.....for what?"
He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, cause the mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want -- But you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just be knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see:
You'd never experience the fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart,
The glow of My comfort late in the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.
You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for thee,
Yes, your dreams for that loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the loss! If I lost what I am doing in you!"
"So, be silent, My child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "WAIT."

Author Unknown

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Sat, 14 Mar 2009 20:23:46 -0700

The �Sack Lunches

I put my carry-on in the �luggage �compartment and sat down in my
assigned �seat. �It was �going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have �a
good book to �read Perhaps I will get a short nap,' �I �thought.

Just before take-off, a �line of �soldiers came down the aisle and
filled all �the vacant seats, �totally surrounding me. �I decided to �
start a �conversation. �'Where are you headed?' �I asked the soldier �
seated nearest to �me.
'Petawawa. �We'll be there for two �weeks for special training, and then �
we're being �deployed to Afghanistan

After �flying �for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack �
lunches were available for five dollars. �It �would be �several hours
before we reached the east, �and I quickly �decided a lunch would help
pass the �time..

As I reached for my wallet, I �overheard �soldier ask his buddy if he
planned to buy �lunch. �'No, �that seems like a lot of money for just a �
sack lunch. Probably �wouldn't be worth five bucks. �I'll wait till we
get to �base �' His friend �agreed.

I looked around at the other �soldiers. � �None were buying lunch. �I �
walked to the back of �the plane and handed the �flight attendant a
fifty dollar bill. � 'Take a �lunch to all those soldiers.' �She grabbed �
my �arms and squeezed tightly. �Her eyes wet with tears, �she �thanked
me. �'My son was a soldier in �Iraq �; it's almost like you are doing it �
for him.'

Picking up ten �sacks, �she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers �
were seated. � She stopped at my seat and asked, �'Which do you like �
best - beef or �chicken?'
'Chicken,' I �replied, �wondering why she asked. �She turned and went to �
the front of plane, returning a minute later with a �dinner �plate from
first class. �'This is your �thanks.'

After we finished eating, I �went again �to the back of the plane,
heading for the �rest room. �A �man stopped me. �'I saw what you did. �I
want to be �part of it. �Here, take �this.' �He handed me twenty-five �
dollars.

Soon after I �returned to my �seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down �
the �aisle, �looking �at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was �
not looking �for me, but noticed he was looking at �the numbers only on �
my side of the plane. �When �he got to my row he stopped, �smiled, held
out his �hand, an said, 'I want to shake your �hand.'
Quickly unfastening my �seatbelt I stood �and took the Captain's hand. �
With a booming voice he �said, 'I was a soldier �and I was a military
pilot. Once, �someone bought me �a lunch. �It was an act of kindness I �
never �forgot.' �I was embarrassed when applause was heard �from �all of
the passengers.

Later I �walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. �
A man who was seated about six rows in front �of me �reached out his
hand, wanting to shake mine. �He left �another twenty-five dollars in
my �palm.

When we landed �I gathered �my �belongings and started to deplane. �
Waiting �just inside �the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put �
something �in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked �away without saying a �
word. �Another �twenty-five �dollars!

Upon entering �the terminal, I saw the �soldiers gathering for their �
trip to the base. �I walked �over to them and �handed them seventy-five
dollars. 'It will �take you �some time to reach the base. It will be
about time �for a sandwich. �God Bless �You.'

Ten young �men left that flight �feeling the love and respect of their �
fellow �travelers. �As I walked briskly to my car, I �whispered a �prayer
for their safe return. �These soldiers �were giving their all for our
country. �I could �only give �them a couple of meals.
It �seemed so �little...

A veteran is �someone who, at one �point in his life, �wrote �a blank check
made payable to 'The �United �States of America' for �an amount of �'up �
to and including �my life.'

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Sun, 01 Mar 2009 17:23:33 -0800

THE LOVE OF THE FATHER
THE FORGIVENESS OF THE SON
THE COMFORT OF THE HOLY SPIRIT
THREE IN ONE

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Sat, 28 Feb 2009 14:46:33 -0800

A Kid's Prayer

Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is great and God is Good. Let us thank Him for the food, and I would even thank you more if mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice-cream! Why, I never!"

Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?" As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer." "Really?" my son asked. "Cross my heart." Then in theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."

Naturally, I bought my kid's ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and without a word walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes and my soul is good already."
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Logan, the Sky Angel Cowboy

Sun, 22 Feb 2009 16:43:51 -0800

Logan, the 12 year old sky angel cowboy, talks of God's love. We could all learn from him about God's love. So worth sharing! Click on the video to see, but have the tissue close by.