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"The Lost Contact Lens" Monday
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#1 · April 9, 2006, 1:15 pm
Quote from Forum Archives on April 9, 2006, 1:15 pmPosted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
We would like to thank everyone for the kind e-mails and cards you sent to us. We are still getting things back to normal but feel much better.
Thank-You
Dave and Barbara~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"The Lost Contact Lens"
Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff.
She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during
this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope
snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens."Great", she thought. "Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet
from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and
now my sight is blurry."She looked and looked, hoping that somehow it had landed on the
ledge. But it just wasn't there. She felt the panic rising in her,
so she began praying. She prayed for calm, and she prayed that
may find her contact lens.When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing
for the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm now
that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not
clearly see across the range of mountains. She thought of the bible
verse "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."
Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff
they met another 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 a twig on the face of the rock,
carrying it!The story doesn't end there. Brenda's father is a cartoonist. When
she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the
contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens
with the caption, "Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this
thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what
You want me to do, I'll carry it for You."I think it would do all of us some good to 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.Yes, I do love GOD. He is my source of existence and my Savior. He
keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I am nothing,
but with Him....I can do all things through Christ which strengthens
me. (Phil. 4:13)"You Gave Me A Mountain" and I will carry it for you Lord!"HEALED AND WHOLE"One day I dug a little hole
and put my hurt inside
I thought that I could just forget
I'd put it there to hide.
But that little hurt began to grow
I covered it every day
I couldn't leave it and go on
It seemed the price I had to pay.
My joy was gone, my heart was sad
Pain was all I knew.
My wounded soul enveloped me
Loving seemed too hard to do.
One day, while standing by my hole
I cried to God above
And said, "If You are really there --
They say, You're a God of love!"
And just like that -- He was right there
And just put His arms around me
He wiped my tears, His hurting child
There was no safer place to be.
I told Him all about my hurt
I opened up my heart
He listened to each and every word
To every sordid part.
I dug down deep and got my hurt
I brushed the dirt away
And placed it in the Master's hand
And healing came that day.
He took the blackness of my soul
And set my spirit FREE!
Something beautiful began to grow
Where the hurt used to be.
And when I look at what has grown
Out of my tears and pain
I remember every day to give my hurts to Him
And never bury them again.
Author UnknownHave a Blessed Day
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Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
We would like to thank everyone for the kind e-mails and cards you sent to us. We are still getting things back to normal but feel much better.
Thank-You
Dave and Barbara
Thank-You
Dave and Barbara
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"The Lost Contact Lens"
Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff.
She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during
this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope
snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens.
She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during
this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope
snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens.
"Great", she thought. "Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet
from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and
now my sight is blurry."
from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and
now my sight is blurry."
She looked and looked, hoping that somehow it had landed on the
ledge. But it just wasn't there. She felt the panic rising in her,
so she began praying. She prayed for calm, and she prayed that
may find her contact lens.
ledge. But it just wasn't there. She felt the panic rising in her,
so she began praying. She prayed for calm, and she prayed that
may find her contact lens.
When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing
for the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm now
that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not
clearly see across the range of mountains. She thought of the bible
verse "The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth."
for the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm now
that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not
clearly see across the range of mountains. She thought of the bible
verse "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."
Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff
they met another party of climbers just starting up the face of the
cliff. One of them shouted out, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a
contact lens?"
stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is.
Please help me."
Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff
they met another 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 a twig on the face of the rock,
carrying it!
it? An ant was moving slowly across a twig on the face of the rock,
carrying it!
The story doesn't end there. Brenda's father is a cartoonist. When
she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the
contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens
with the caption, "Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this
thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what
You want me to do, I'll carry it for You."
she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the
contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens
with the caption, "Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this
thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what
You want me to do, I'll carry it for You."
I think it would do all of us some good to 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."
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.
Yes, I do love GOD. He is my source of existence and my Savior. He
keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I am nothing,
but with Him....I can do all things through Christ which strengthens
me. (Phil. 4:13)
keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I am nothing,
but with Him....I can do all things through Christ which strengthens
me. (Phil. 4:13)
"You Gave Me A Mountain" and I will carry it for you Lord!
"HEALED AND WHOLE"
One day I dug a little hole
and put my hurt inside
I thought that I could just forget
I'd put it there to hide.
But that little hurt began to grow
I covered it every day
I couldn't leave it and go on
It seemed the price I had to pay.
My joy was gone, my heart was sad
Pain was all I knew.
My wounded soul enveloped me
Loving seemed too hard to do.
One day, while standing by my hole
I cried to God above
And said, "If You are really there --
They say, You're a God of love!"
And just like that -- He was right there
And just put His arms around me
He wiped my tears, His hurting child
There was no safer place to be.
I told Him all about my hurt
I opened up my heart
He listened to each and every word
To every sordid part.
I dug down deep and got my hurt
I brushed the dirt away
And placed it in the Master's hand
And healing came that day.
He took the blackness of my soul
And set my spirit FREE!
Something beautiful began to grow
Where the hurt used to be.
And when I look at what has grown
Out of my tears and pain
I remember every day to give my hurts to Him
And never bury them again.
Author Unknown
and put my hurt inside
I thought that I could just forget
I'd put it there to hide.
But that little hurt began to grow
I covered it every day
I couldn't leave it and go on
It seemed the price I had to pay.
My joy was gone, my heart was sad
Pain was all I knew.
My wounded soul enveloped me
Loving seemed too hard to do.
One day, while standing by my hole
I cried to God above
And said, "If You are really there --
They say, You're a God of love!"
And just like that -- He was right there
And just put His arms around me
He wiped my tears, His hurting child
There was no safer place to be.
I told Him all about my hurt
I opened up my heart
He listened to each and every word
To every sordid part.
I dug down deep and got my hurt
I brushed the dirt away
And placed it in the Master's hand
And healing came that day.
He took the blackness of my soul
And set my spirit FREE!
Something beautiful began to grow
Where the hurt used to be.
And when I look at what has grown
Out of my tears and pain
I remember every day to give my hurts to Him
And never bury them again.
Author Unknown
Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara
Dave and Barbara
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