The purpose of all idolatry is to manipulate the idol for our own benefit. This means that we don’t want to be ruled by idols. Instead, we want to use them… Idolaters want nothing above themselves, including their idols. Their fabricated gods are intended to be mere puppet kings, means to an end… Idols, however, do not cooperate. Rather than mastering our idols, we become enslaved by them and begin to look like them. As idols are deaf, dumb, blind, utterly senseless, and irrational, so “those who make them will be like them, and so will all who trust in them” (Psalm 115:8)… How can these lifeless idols exert so much power? They dominate because of a powerful but quiet presence that hides behind every idol, Satan himself.
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#1 · April 14, 2005, 1:58 pm

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

"Peek A Boo ~ I love You"
 
 
I overheard my neighbor's child. "Peek A Boo ~ I love You," I watched and
listened for a while. The little girl skipped down the walk, Humming as she
moved. From time to time, I'd see her stop, And sing her childish tune.
"Peek A Boo ~ I see You," Her sweet face looked so intent. "Peek A Boo ~ I
love You," Then down the path she went.
 
I saw her do this several times, Poor, lonesome child, I thought. She only
has a nursery rhyme, To go with her on her walk.
 
"Peek A Boo ~ I see You," She did it then once more. "Peek A Boo ~ I love
You," Then I scurried out my door.
 
I could not stand it any longer, What did this child see? I hurried up and
caught her, Hoping she'd explain to me.
 
"Peek A Boo ~ I see You," Her face buried in some Daisies. "Peek A Boo ~ I
love You," Was this child crazy?
 
"Honey," I call out to her, "What are You looking at?" (I may have to tell
her mother, And I needed all the facts.)
 
She gave me then a vacant stare, And said, "There's nothing's wrong. I see
Lord Jesus everywhere, That's why I sing my song."
 
"Mama says He's in the flowers, And He's in the bushes and the trees. And
He's in rainbows and in showers, And He's even in the breeze."
 
"I see Him everywhere I look, And I like to tell Him so. You see, He's not
just in The Book, He's everywhere I go."
 
"Peek A Boo ~ I see You," I peeked into her precious face.
"Peek A Boo ~ I love You," Then I thanked God for such grace.
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"Moms & Grandmas"
 
 
Before I was a Mom -
I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about
how late I got into bed.
I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.
 
Before I was a Mom -
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a
lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were
poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
 
Before I was a Mom -
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Spit on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
 
Before I was a Mom -
I never held down a screaming child
So that doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby
sleep.
 
Before I was a Mom -
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't
want to put it down.
I never f! elt my heart break into a million pieces when
I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my
life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
 
Before I was a Mom -
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside
my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a
hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her
child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me
feel so important and happy.
 
Before I was a Mom -
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every
10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
The joy,
The love,
The heartache,
The wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
 
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before
I was a Mom.
 
And before I was a Grandma, I didn't know that all
those "Mom" feelings more than doubled when you see
that little bundle being held by 'your' baby...
And remember that behind every successful
mother......Is a basket of dirty laundry
From Dee
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Don't tell God how Big your storm is.
Tell the storm how Big your GOD is !
 
Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara
 
 
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