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Memories of CampWhat shall I bring from camp with meBesides a coat of tan? A pinch of fern dust and a wisp Of wood smoke if I can! Bright memories of days that were And dreams of days to be ... I'm sure I'll bring back much more Than I take to camp with me. |




This dayI will follow the upward road todayI will keep my face to the light I will keep high thoughts as I go my way I will do what I know is right I will look for flowers by the side of the road I will laugh and love and be strong I will try to lighten another's load This day as I fare along. |




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He who would search for pearls must dive below |




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"The fruit of Silence is Prayer The fruit of Prayer is Faith The fruit of Faith is Love The fruit of Love is Service The fruit of Service is Peace ~Mother Teresa~ |




For the blessing of thy light For rest and food and loving care And all that makes the world so fair. Amen. |




Forget - RememberForget each kindness that you doThe moment that you do it Forget the praise that falls to you The moment you have won it Forget the slander that you hear Before you can repeat it Forget each slight, each spite, each sneer Whenever you may meet it. Remember every kindness done |




In Life's GardenCount your garden by the flowersNever by the leaves that fall Count your days by golden hours Don't remember clouds at all Count your nights by stars not shadows Count your life with smiles not tears And with joy through all your lifetime Count your age by friends not tears. |




God's PromiseGod did not promiseSkies always blue Flower-strewn pathways All our lives through. God did not promise But God has promised Grace fro the trials |




God's BoxesI have in my hands two boxes Which God gave me to hold. He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box, And all your joys in the gold." I heeded His words, and in the two boxes Both my joys and sorrows I stored, But though the gold became heavier each day The black was as light as before. With curiosity, I opened the black, I wanted to find out why, And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole Which my sorrows had fallen out by. I showed the hole to God, and mused, "I wonder where my sorrows could be." He smiled a gentle smile and said, "My child, they're all here with me." I asked God, why He gave me the boxes, "Why the gold, and the black with the hole?" "My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings, The black is for you to let go." |




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| I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown And he replied: "Go out into the darkness and put your hand in the hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way. [This was quoted by His Majesty King George VI in his Christmas 1939 broadcast to the Empire. I believe it originally was written by M. L. Haskins] |




Wesley's RuleDo all the good you canBy all the means you can In all the ways you can At all the time you can In all the places you can To all the people you can As long as ever you can. |



FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND |



FOOTPRINTS...A New VersionFor much of the way, the Lord's footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace. But your footprints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns. For much of the way, it seems to go like this, but gradually your footprints come more in line with the Lord's, soon paralleling His consistently. You and Jesus are walking as true friends! This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens: Your footprints that once etched the sand next to Jesus' are now walking precisely in His steps. Inside His larger footprints are your smaller ones, you and Jesus are becoming one. This goes on for many miles, but gradually you notice another change. The footprints inside the large footprints seem to grow larger. Eventually they disappear altogether. There is only one set of footprints they have become one. This goes on for a long time, but suddenly the second set of footprints is back. This time it seems even worse! Zigzags all over the place. Stops. Starts. Gashes in the sand. A variable mess of prints. You are amazed and shocked. Your dream ends. Now you pray: "Lord, I understand the first scene, with zigzags and fits. I was a new Christian; I was just learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with You." "That is correct." "And when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learning to walk in Your steps, following You very closely." "Very good.. You have understood everything so far." When the smaller footprints grew and filled in Yours, I suppose that I was becoming like You in every way." "Precisely." "So, Lord, was there a regression or something? The footprints separated, and this time it was worse than at first." There is a pause as the Lord answers, with a smile in His voice. "You didn't know? It was then that we danced!" To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven: A time to weep, a time to laugh, A time to mourn, and a time to dance. Ecclesiastes 3:1,4. |








FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOWI had a dream one wintry nightas the moon was full and bright. Before me was an evergreen tree, Standing alone, just like me. Then a man came walking by whose caring look caught my eye. It was Jesus walking there, calmly in the cold night air. in my heart at once I knew, all I'd learned of Him was true. He's the light in children's eyes and shining stars in clear night skies, Life's answer to each hurt and wrong, the peace we've needed for so long. It was the holy Christmas season, and He had come by for a reason. He put a bow on top of the tree, as a symbol of His gift for me. I woke up thinking of what I'd dreamed amazed at how real it all had seemed. Beyond my window, I heard not a sound; Falling snow was covering the ground. On the tree I saw a beautiful bow, crimson red on the pure white snow. Streamers were flowing down the tree, like the blood He shed for me. I was in awe of the bright red bow... then I saw His 'Footprints in the Snow. ©2002 Jerry & Sandi Knode |




With the selfsame winds that blow 'Tis the set of the sails and not the gales Which tells us the way to go. Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate |




I KNOW.....
· I know He is the beginning, so why do I worry about the end
Author Unknown |




Take TimeTake Time.... [another version]Take time to think;It is the source of power. Take time to read; It is the foundation of wisdom. Take time to play; It is the secret of staying young. Take time to be quiet; It is the opportunity to seek God Take time to be aware; It is the opportunity to help others. Take time to love and be loved; It is God's greatest gift. Take time to laugh; It is the music of the soul. Take time to be friendly; It is the road to happiness. Take time to dream; It is what the future is made of. Take time to pray; It is the greatest power on earth. |




THOUGHTS TO LIVE BYTake time to dream - It hitches our soul to the stars.Take time to work - It's the price of success. Take time to think - It's the source of power. Take time to play - It's the secret of youth. Take time to read - It's the foundation of knowledge. Take time to worship - It's the highway to your soul. Take time to laugh - It helps with life's load. Take time for health - It's the true treasure of life. Take time for friends - They are a source of happiness. Take time to love - It's the source of great joy. Take time for family - They are the source of our roots and unconditional love. Take time for reflection - The past has made us who we are. Take time to count your blessings - It helps us appreciate what we have. Take time to brighten someones day - Your's will be brightend too. |




This One DayIn the brief course of this one day lie all the verities and realities of your existence, the joy of growth, the splendour of beauty, the glory of action. Yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision, but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness ... and each tomorrow, a vision of hope. Look well, therefore to this one day. For it alone is life. Such is the salutation of the dawn. From the Sanskrit |




BOYS GROW BEST WHEN:1. They are with adults who are at ease with them and who seem to enjoy them most of the time. |




Dear Father, |




I shall be busy today, Lord |




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Hang In There
There may be days when you get up in
the morning and things aren't the way
you had hoped they would be. |




There was an important job to be done so EVERYBODY was sure SOMEBODY would do it. ANYBODY could have done it but NOBODY did it. Somebody got angry about that because it was EVERYBODY's job. EVERYBODY thought ANYBODY could do it, but NOBODY realized that EVERYBODY wouldn't do it. It ended up that EVERYBODY blamed SOMEBODY when NOBODY did what ANYBODY could have done.
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One Solitary Life
A child is born in an obscure village. He is brought up in another obscure village. He works in a carpenter shop until he is thirty, and then for three brief years is an itinerant preacher, proclaiming a message and living a life. He never writes a book. He never holds an office. He never raises an army. He never has a family of his own. He never owns a home. He never goes to college. He never travels two hundred miles from the place where he was born. |




One Solitary Life |




Crayons
We could learn a lot from crayons: |



