Thank You Lord




	WRITE 2 THE HEART Stories that are aimed "Write 2 the Heart" May 15, 2002 Issue 051502 Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator@write2theheart.com -------------------------------------------------------- By subscription only! Welcome to your next issue of "WRITE 2 THE HEART" ------------------------------------------------------- Do you have a heart-warming story to share with our readers? We are accepting story submissions at this time. Please email your original story to moderator@write2theheart.com ---------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- Today we have two treats for you. A poem of thanksgiving by Pat Bode and a story submitted by Clare Kobierowski. ---------------------------------------------------------- Thank You Lord By Pat Bode ---------------------------------------------------------- Thank you Lord for this day, Thank you Lord for giving me time to pray. For without taking time to talk with you, This day would have ended up being awfully blue. But with you the time stands still, And it gives us time to pray for your will. Let your will be done through me today, I ask you dear Lord to pave the way. Get me through all obstacles that lie ahead, Help me reach out today instead. Help me show that one how much you care, Help them reach out and be aware. Aware of your presence that lies within, Teach us dear Lord and forgive our sins. Thank you dear Lord for this time, To write this poem and making it rhyme. Pat Bode <pbode @ telepak.net> (You are encouraged to write to the authors to let them know what you think of their story, just remember to remove the space before and after the @ symbol. The space is placed in the address to protect our writers from viruses.) -------------------------------------------------------- Pat has had many poems printed in Write 2 the Heart in the past. She has been presenting puppet skits in her church's Children's Church. --------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------- Carrying Burdens Submitted by Clare Kobierowski --------------------------------------------------------- Brenda was a young woman who was invited to go rock climbing. Although she was scared to death, she went with her group to a tremendous granite cliff. In spite of her fear, she put on the gear, took a hold on the rope, and started up the face of that rock. Well, she got to a ledge where she could take a breather. As she was hanging on there the safety rope snapped against Brenda's eye and knocked out her contact lens. Well, here she is on a rock ledge, with hundreds of feet below her and hundreds of feet above her. Of course, she looked and looked and looked, hoping it had landed on the ledge, but it just wasn't there. Here she was, far from home, her sight now blurry. She was desperate and began to get upset, so she prayed to the Lord to help her to find it. When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but there was no contact lens to be found. She sat down, despondent, with the rest of the party waiting for the rest of them to make it up the face of the cliff. She looked out across range after range of mountains, thinking of that Bible verse that says, "The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth." She thought, "Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me." Finally, they walked down the trail to the bottom. At the bottom there was a new party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact Lens?" Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across the face of the rock, carrying it. Brenda told me that her father is a cartoonist. When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer and the contact lens, he drew a picture of an ant lugging that contact lens with the words: "Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this thing. I can't eat it and it is awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me to do, I'll carry it for you." I think it would probably do some of us good to occasionally say, "God, I don't know why you want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it's awfully heavy, but if you want me to carry it, I will." God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called. Author Unknown Submitted by: Clare Kobierowski <C.P.Kobierowski @ conrail.com> --------------------------------------------------------------- Rejoice with Clare, she is expecting her first grand- child any day! She has also been a great encourager to me. -------------------------------------------------------------- From Our Readers ------------------------------------------------------------- Most of us parents wish would could be as ideal as the Mom you write about. We enjoyed your article. Thank you. My son and namesake Paul wrote his Mom an e-mail that we received today. His Mom was very touched, and It made me proud of him. He wrote from the heart of the many memories he has of the "wonderful" things his mother did for him when he was growing up, very moving. Paul is a pediatrician now, and has a beautiful family. I'm sending him a copy of your article. Paul Leadem www.leadem.com **** Lisa's sentiments match my own. I often hope my children will remember the good things I did for them and not focus on the things I didn't do so well. But in my case, the dog and I didn't like each other! Jill --------------------------------------------------------- © 2002 Write 2 the Heart Nothing may be reproduced or published without the written permission of the individual author or copyright owner. All rights belong to the authors. ------------------------------------------------------------ All subscriptions sent to your email free of charge.