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God looked around His garden and saw an empty space,
Then He looked down upon this earth, and saw your loving face.
He put his arms around you, and lifted you to rest,
His garden must have been beautiful, He always takes the best.

He knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain,
And knew that you would never get well on this earth again.
He saw your path was difficult, He closed your tired eyes,
He whispered "Peace be Thine" and gave you wings to fly.

When we saw you sleeping, so calm and free from pain,
We could not wish you back on earth, to suffer once again.
You've left us precious memories, your love will be our guide,
You live on through your children, you're always by our side.

It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you, on the day God called you Home.

 

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It was the strangest dream I had,
I was sitting by Mama's bed,
And athough our eyes did  meet,
Not a single word was said.

In my heart I knew all the words,
That she wanted to say.
And felt she knew she wouldn't last,
Through another day.

I felt my heart was breaking,
As the tears ran down my face.
I'd never know the joy again,
Of her loving, sweet embrace.


Mama, please don't go away,
There's much I want to say.
In tears my heart cried out to her,
Stay with me another day.

Heaven's portals opened up,
An angel led her inside.
As she turned and smiled at me,
I saw Jesus at her side.

These words I write to you in love,
For loved ones that may depart.
Don't leave those precious words unsaid,
That are are held within your heart.

My Mom had a road map to follow every day it lead her to her bedroom where she would kneel and pray.
I remember Mom told me of the bible about a place called heaven.
This precious book my Mom loved was never far from sight I knew it meant so much so much to her for she would read it day and night. 
Mom"s bible was her comfort her shelter and her guide know matter what would be ahead she knew God was by her side.
My Mom would always speak of staying close to the Lord she said, a life without God we'll you just could not afford.
While Mom's faith grew stronger and I was growing older, Mom's life helped me to see that she wanted her family to go to Heaven and that also included me.
Yes, Mom lived a good and Faithfull life she was lead by those blessed words. I will never forget the times we had and all the scriptures I heard.
That old and precious bible guided Mom to her new and final home for she resides in Heaven now with Jesus Christ around that golden throne

The Master was searching for a vessel to use;
On the shelf there were many which one would He choose?

"Take me, cried the gold one I'm shiny and bright,
I'm of great value and I do things just right.

My beauty and luster will outshine the rest
And for someone like you, Master, gold would be the best!"

The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;

"I'll serve you, dear Master, I'll pour out your wine
And I'll be at your table whenever you dine,

My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And my silver will always compliment you."

Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass,
It was wide mouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.

"Here! Here!" cried the vessel, I know I will do.
Place me on your table for all men to view."

"Look at me", called the goblet of crystal so clear.
"My transparency shows my contents so dear,

Though fragile am I,I will serve you with pride,
And I'm sure I'll be happy in your home to abide."

The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.

"You may use me, dear Master", the wooden bowl said.
"But I'd rather you used me for fruit, not for bread!"

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay,
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.

No hope had the vessel that the master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.

Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all mine.

I need not the vessel with pride of itself;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;

Nor the one who is big mouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;

Nor the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But this plain earthy vessel filled with my power and might

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.

Spoke to it kindly "There's work you must do.
Just pour out to others as I pour into you

A water bearer in India had two large pots; one hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master's house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. However, the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the Water Bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."

"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"

"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The Water Bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.

Nevertheless, at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again, it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That is because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you have watered them. For two years, I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."

Each of us has our own unique flaws. We are all cracked pots. However, if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table

In comparison:

You stay up for 16 hours

They stay up for days on end.
_________________________

You take a warm shower to help you wake up.

They go for days or weeks without running water.
__________________________

You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.

They get shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.
__________________________

You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.

They still fight for your right to wear that shirt.
__________________________

You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.

He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.
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You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.

They know they may not see some of their buddies again.
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You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.

They patrol the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
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You complain about how hot it is.

They wear heavy gear, not daring to take off their helmets to wipe their brows.
__________________________

You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.

They don't get to eat today.
__________________________

You go to the mall and get your hair redone.

They don't have time to brush their teeth today.
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You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.

They are told they will be held over an extra 2 months.
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You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.

They wait for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
__________________________

You hug and kiss your partners, like you do everyday.

They hold their letters close and smell them for traces the lives they put on hold.
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You roll your eyes as a baby cries.

He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet. She gets a letter with pictures of her family and wonders if she'll ever hold her babies again.
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You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.

They see the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why they fight.
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You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of soldiers like them.

They hear the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.
__________________________

You see only what the media wants you to see.

They see the broken bodies lying around them.
__________________________

You are asked to perform a simple task. You don't.

They do exactly what they are told.
__________________________

You stay at home and watch TV.

They take whatever time they are given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
__________________________

You crawl into your soft bed, with pillows, and get comfortable.

They try to sleep but they get woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.
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Some sit and judge them, saying the world is probably a worse place because of men and women like them.

If only there were more like them.
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If you support your troops, re-post this.

If you don't support your troops well, then don't. But take a moment to think about the little things you enjoy and your right not to do what you don't want to. Then think of who gave that right to you. They are the men and women who fought and still fight today for your right to say I don't want to. They give you the right to say what you feel. Wear what you want. Go where you want and go when you want. They fight so you can live the way you want to. Most of all they fight and die so you don't have to. Now think of what our lives would be like if we did not have them doing what they do. As hard as it seems to be at times, we have it easy. If we did not have them, would our lives be so easy?

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that
another baby was on the way, she did what she could to
help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new
sibling. They found out that the new baby was going be
a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael
sang to his sister in mommy's tummy. He was building a

bond of love with his little sister before he even met
her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an
active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist
Church in Morristown , Tennessee . !
In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every
five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications
arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of
labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long
struggle, Michael's
little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition.
With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed
the infant to the
neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital,
Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got
worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there
is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst. Karen
and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a
burial plot.
They had fixed up a special room in their house
for their new baby but now they found themselves
having to plan for a funeral. Michael, however, kept
begging his parents to let him see his sister. I want
to sing to her, he kept saying. Week two in intensive
care looked as if a funeral would come before the week
was over.
Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister,
but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen
decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not.
If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never
see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub
suit and marched him into ICU. I looked like a walking laundry basket.
The head nurse recognized him as a child and
bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now. No children
are allowed." The mother rose up strong in Karen, and
the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right
into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He
is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she
stated. Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's
bedside.
He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to
live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the
pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You
are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy
when skies are gray." Instantly the baby girl seemed
to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and
become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged
Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear,
how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine
away." As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's
ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a
kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart." "The
other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held
you in my arms". Michael's little sister began to
relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered
the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed. "You
are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take
my sunshine away..."
The next day...the very next day...the little girl was
well enough to go home. Woman's Day Magazine called it
The Miracle of a Brother's Song. The medical staff
just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of
God's love.
NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.
LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
Life is good

May the power of God live in us all! If you get this it's because I find you to be a SPECIAL person in my life! Remember this as to be true! God bless you all in the holidays. I will stress be CAREFUL and watch over each other! Keep your love ones in prayer and REMEMBER.. "JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON