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The devil and the duck Author: DLFaith May 05

How many times have we thought that keeping a secret was the best way to stay out of trouble?? Read this story about what happens to Johnny as he hides the truth of what he did from his Grandma.

The Devil & the Duck

There was a little boy named Johnny visiting his grandparents on their farm.

He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target.

Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner.

As he was walking back he saw Grandma’s pet duck.

pet ducks

Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved!

In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his Sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.

pet duck sally

After lunch the next day Grandma said, ‘Sally, let’s wash the dishes’

But Sally said, ‘Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.’

Then she whispered to him, “Remember the duck?’

So Johnny did the dishes.

Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, ‘I’m sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.’

Sally just smiled and said, ‘well that’s all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help?

She whispered again, ‘Remember the duck?’ So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.

pet duck

After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally’s; he finally couldn’t stand it any longer.

He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck.

Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, ‘Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.’

sally and johnny

Thought for the day and every day thereafter:

Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done… And the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.)…whatever it is…You need to know that:

God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing.

Jesus loves you!

He has seen your whole life… He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He’s just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.

The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness; He not only forgives you, but He forgets.

It is by God’s grace and mercy that we are saved.

Go ahead and make the difference in someone’s life today.

Share this with a friend and always remember:

God is at the window!

If this story has inspired you, please let us know by leaving a reply below and by sharing this with your family and friends too. :)

And as always, Remember No Matter What, Don’t Lose Faith and Never Give UP!

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Something to think about Author: DLFaith May 03

Before reading this post, think about when the last time you ran in the rain was?? And then after reading something to think about, leave a reply to let us know.. have you ran in the rain recently ( if you have how did it make you feel??)and ( if you haven’t did this story inspire you to do so??)

Something to think about...

Please take the time to read, it is worth it! Have a great day!
A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have -been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in ‘Mom let’s run through the rain,’ she said.
‘What?’ Mom asked.
‘Let’s run through the rain!’ She repeated
‘No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,’ Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated: ‘Mom, let’s run through the rain.’

‘We’ll get soaked if we do,’ Mom said.
‘No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,’ the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.
This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?
‘Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!’
The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain.. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.
Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.
‘Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If GOD let’s us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,’ Mom said.
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
And yes, I did. I ran.. I got wet. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories…So, don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Send this to the people you’ll never forget and remember to also send it to the person who sent it to you. It’s a short message to let them know that you’ll never forget them.
If you don’t send it to anyone, it means you’re in a hurry.
Take the time to live!!!
Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when you’ll need each other — and don’t forget to run in the rain!

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When You’re down to Nothing – God is Up To Something Author: DLFaith May 01

When you’re down to nothing,

God is up to something.

God is up to something
Life doesn’t seem fair sometimes!! We may not understand the whys in life but this email will help restore your faith to know that when you are down to nothing … God IS up to something! This email is touching so have some kleenex ready.

Date: Fri, 23 May 2008 07:53:51 -0500
From: —@—-.com
Subject: FW: This is Beautiful !! Try not to Cry !!
To: @dontlosefaith.(dot.)com

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room.
She said: ‘How is my little boy ? Is he going to be all right ? When can I see him ?’

The surgeon said, ‘I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.’

Sally said, ‘Why do little children get cancer ? Doesn’t God care any more ?
Where were you, God, when my son needed you ?’

The surgeon asked, ‘Would you like some time alone with your son ? One of the
nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.’

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran
her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. ‘Would you like a lock of his
hair ?’ the nurse asked.

Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and
handed it to Sally.
The mother said, ‘It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the University for
Study. He said it might help somebody else. ‘I said no at first, but Jimmy
said, ‘Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy
spend one more day with his Mom.’ She went on, ‘My Jimmy had a heart of gold.
Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.’

Sally walked out of Children’s Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most
of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat
beside her in the car.

The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She
carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her
son’s room.

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room
exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and,
hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a
folded letter. The letter said:

‘Dear Mom, I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget
you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say ‘I Love You’. I will
always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other
again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won’t be so lonely,
that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with.

But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things
us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don’t
be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa
met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take
a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly.
And, you know what? Jesus doesn’t look like any of His pictures. Yet, when
I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus, Himself took me to see GOD !
And guess what, Mom ? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I
was somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter,
to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed.

Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own
personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of
the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you.

God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him
‘Where was He when I needed him ?’ ‘God said He was in the same place with me,
as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always
is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you. To everyone
else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool ? I have to give
God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the
Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper.
I’m sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I’m
glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t stand to see me
hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me.
The Angel said I was a Special Delivery ! How about that ?

Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

This email really was touching. I am sorry I couldn’t get you some tissues first, but I had to send this it just touched my heart so deeply. The next time I see you I will give you a box of tissues!!!—Patrick

(Let’s see Satan stop this one.) Take 60 seconds and repost or send this to your loved ones. Then within the hour,
you will have caused a multitude of believers to pray to God for each other.
Then sit back and feel the Holy Spirit work in your life for doing what you
know God loves. ‘When you’re down to nothing, God is up to something.’
May you be blessed and Remember Always, No Matter What, Don’t Lose Faith and Never Give up!
*Note from DontLoseFaith.com, If Jimmy and Sally’s story touched you
go ahead and share it with your friends and loved ones.

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Just Stay an Inspirational Email to Forward – DontLoseFaith.com Author: DLFaith May 01

Just Stay

Inspirational Email

just stay the marine email

After reading this email let us know what you think? If you were the marine. . what would have you done? Would you be there for someone that needed you, even if they were a stranger? We look forward to hearing your comments below on what would have you done if you were “the marine”!! :)

From: —@—–.com
To: @dontlosefaith.(d.t)com
Subject: FW: Just Stay-Inspirational Email
Sent: Sunday, May 25, 2008 2:55 PM

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.

“Your son is here,” she said to the old man.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s
eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he
dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.
He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around
the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside
the bed.All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly
lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love
and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away
and rest awhile.

He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine
was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital – the clanking
of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging
greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.

Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man
said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the
now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.
While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy,
but the Marine interrupted her.

“Who was that man?” he asked.

The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered.

“No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied. “I never saw him before in
my life.”

“Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”

“I knew right away there had been a mistake,
but I also knew he needed his son, and his
son just wasn’t here.

When I realized that he was too sick to tell
whether or not I was his son,
knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.”

The next time someone needs you … just be there. Stay.

**************

Now that you have finished reading this email , it’s time to let us know what you think?

If you were the marine. . what would have you done?

Would you be there for someone that needed you, even if they were a stranger?

We look forward to hearing your comments below on what would have you done if you were “the marine”!! :)

P.S. To see what others would have done if they were “the marine”, go ahead and Bookmark this page or subscribe to our RSS feed. :)

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Mayonnaise Jar and Coffee Author: DLFaith Apr 30

The Mayonnaise Jar

and 2 Cups of Coffee

the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee We hope as you read this inspirational email about the mayonnaise jar
and coffee, that you will be inspired to make use of
the time you are given to share that time with the ones you love.

Too often, we forget the important things in our lives and this email
comes as a reminder to all of us to put things back in perspective. May
you be blessed and inspired as you read this email we received
from a person we love dearly.

Sent: Wednesday, June 18, 2008 8:55 AM
Subject: FW: This is so true

When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a
day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty
mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students
if the mayonnaise jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the mayonnaise jar. He
shook the mayonnaise jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the mayonnaise jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the mayonnaise jar. Of course,
the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the mayonnaise jar was full. The
students responded with an unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured
the entire contents into the mayonnaise jar effectively filling the empty space between the
sand. The students laughed.

‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that
this mayonnaise jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things–your family,
your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions–and
if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your
car.

The sand is everything else–the small stuff. ‘If you put the sand into the mayonnaise jar first,’
he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes
for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never
have room for the things that are important to you.

‘Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your
children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play
another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take
care of the golf balls first–the things that really matter. Set your
priorities. The rest is just sand.’

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled. ‘I’m glad you asked.’

‘It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s
always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.’

Please share this with someone you care about.

*Note from DontLoseFaith.com: If this email touched you
take time to share it to inspire your friends and loved ones.
May you be blessed and Remember Always, No Matter What, Don’t Lose Faith and Never Give up!

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Yellow Shirt – Inspirational Mother Daughter Email Author: DLFaith Apr 30

Yellow Shirt - Inspirational Mother / Daughter Email

Have you ever had a treasured memory of fun mother / daughter times? The yellow shirt is an inspirational story of one such memory for a Mother and Daughter. Read about how this yellow shirt came to mean so much more to Pat and her mom as the years go by. This Email about the yellow shirt is very inspirational.

Fun times between a mother and daughter.

Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2008 12:34:14 -0500
From: —@—-.com
Subject: FW: Yellow Shirt-Special times with her mom
To: @DontLoseFaith.com

The yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets
trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded
from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963
when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging
through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away. ‘You’re not
taking that old thing, are you?’, Mom said when she saw me packing
the yellow shirt. ‘I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother
in 1954!’

It’s just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!’
I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The yellow shirt
became a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. After graduation, I
wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday
mornings when I cleaned.

The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow
shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since
we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois. But that shirt helped. I smiled,
remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15 years
earlier.

That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched
one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to
thank me for her ‘real’ gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never
mentioned it again.

The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad’s to pick
up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed
something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!

And so the pattern was set…

On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad’s mattress.
I don’t know how long it took for her to find it, but almost two years passed before
I discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just
what I needed now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.

In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to move
back to Illinois. As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could
make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a job. I paged through the Bible,
looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, ‘So use every piece of God’s armor to
resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up.’
I tried to picture myself wearing God’s armor, but all I saw was the stained yellow shirt.
Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn’t my mother’s love a piece of God’s armor? My
courage was renewed.

Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next
time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer.

Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the yellow
shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet. Something new had been added.
Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words ‘I BELONG TO PAT.’

Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe
and seven more letters. Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, ‘I BELONG TO PAT’S
MOTHER.’ But I didn’t stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend
mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington, VA We enclosed an official looking
letter from ‘The Institute for the Destitute,’ announcing that she was the
recipient of an award for good deeds. I would have given anything to see Mom’s face
when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it.

Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and I put our
car in a friend’s garage to avoid practical jokers. After the wedding, while my
husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the car to rest my
head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the
yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: ‘Read John 14:27-29. I love you both,
Mother.’

That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses: ‘I am leaving
you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn’t fragile like the
peace the world gives. So don’t be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you:
I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be
very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have
told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in
me.’

The shirt was Mother’s final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal
Lou Gehrig’s disease. Mother died the following year at age 57.

I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I’m glad I didn’t,
because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years.
Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student
needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets.

*Note from DontLoseFaith.com: Inspire mothers and daughters across the world! Forward this inspirational mother / daughter email to your friends and loved ones.
May you be blessed and Remember Always, No Matter What, Don’t Lose Faith and Never Give up!

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What Matters?? Author: DLFaith Apr 29

What Matters in This Life?

This is an inspirational email about some young children that can teach all of us what matters. It’s about showing compassion and love for one another. It’s about joining one another and helping each other succeed. If only we were all as inspiring as these 9 contestants; we would all be living in a better world. When faced with difficult decisions about what matters … take a moment to reflect on this very special lesson below.

What Matters!

——– Begin forwarded message ——–
Subject: FW:What Matters?
Date: 5/12/2008 10:13:53 AM
From:xxxxx@xxxx.com
To:admin{at}dontlosefaith{dot}com

A few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically
or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash.
At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to
run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled
on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry.

The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back.
Then they all turned around and went back – every one of them. One girl with
Down’s Syndrome bent down and kissed him and said, “This will make
it better.” Then all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish line.
Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for
several minutes.

People who were there are still telling the story. Why? Because deep
down we know this one thing: What matters in this life is more than winning
for ourselves. What matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means
slowing down and changing our course.
Please keep this one going!
Forward it to all your family and friends.
*Note from DontLoseFaith.com: To keep this one going,
simply share this with your family and friends below. :)

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Meet Me in the Stairwell Author: DLFaith Apr 27

Inspirational Email Fwd: Meet Me in the Stairwell

Meet Me in the Stairwell is one of many inspirational email forwards to pass along to your friends and family. We may never understand why the tragedy of 9 11 happened to the United States in 2001, but this email may help restore our faith to know that all things work together for good. Get your tissue out as you read this inspiring email forwarded to Don’t Lose Faith.

Sent: Thursday, April 17, 2008 4:43 PM

Subject: FW: Please take a moment to read this: Meet Me in the Stairwell. 9 11 Survivor Tissue might be needed

the remaining stairwell at the world trade center in New York

Let’s remember and pray
Subject: Meet Me in the Stairwell…. 9 11 Survivor
‘MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL’
You say you will never forget where you were when
you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say ‘Good-Bye.’ I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, ‘Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK…I am ready to go.’I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn’t coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help. ‘I have been
knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!’ I said. ‘Of course I will show you the way home – only believe in Me now.’I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered. I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.

I was in Texas, Virginia, California, Michigan, Afghanistan. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?

I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name – though not all know Me. Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.Some sought Me with their last breath. Some couldn’t hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames; ‘Come to Me… this way… take my hand.’ Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.

I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know why, but I do. However, if you were
there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?

Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you. But someday your journey will end. And I
will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are ‘ready to go.’

I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

God

written by Stacey Randall 2002 ©

___________________________________________________________________________________

During the next 60 seconds, stop whatever you are doing, and take this opportunity.

(Literally it is only 1 minute.) All you have to do is the following:

Stop and think and appreciate God’s love & grace
in your life, for doing what you know is pleasing to Him.

If you are not ashamed to do this, follow the instructions. Jesus said, ‘If you are ashamed of Me, I will be ashamed of you before My Father’

If you are not ashamed, copy and send this message to your friends and family…only
if you believe ‘Yes, I love my God. He is my fountain of Life and My Savior. He Keeps me going day and
night. Without Him, I am no one. But with Him, I can do everything. Christ is my strength.’

P.S. Also, take a moment out to continue this Prayer chain for our Military, our Country , all the 9 11 survivors…please don’t break it
THIS NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE USA MANY TIMES SO
KEEP IT GOING and may we never forget the Heroes of 9 11.

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