Answered prayers~

It is so encouraging to hear about
answered prayer. I have lots, so this may become a novel...lol.

When my girls were little, I wanted a family photo taken and I told
the Lord that I wanted matching dresses for the girls. The very next
week at church 2 different women gave me a bag of girls clothes.
Believe it or not, in each of those bags was a darling little pink
dress...identical and one in each size to fit the girls!

Similar thing with my sons. They were low on shirts and shoes. I
prayed. The very next day, my neighbor knocked on my door carrying 2
huge bags of stuff. Said her friend was throwing them
away,but "something" told her to bring them to me. There were so
many shirts and shoes in there that my sons never got to wear them
all!

Last year for Christmas I got my son the game he wanted to play on
his computer. He was crushed when his dinosaur wouldnt play the
game...so I told the Lord I would love to have a new computer for
him. He contacted a family friend to see if he could modify his
computer to work and it was tooooo old. Two days later, Jim showed
up at my door to ask me if I minded if he gave my son a new
computer!!!

The stories go on and on...God is so good~

Hugs,

Phyl



Phyl~

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Answered prayers~

It is so encouraging to hear about
answered prayer. I have lots, so this may become a novel...lol.

When my girls were little, I wanted a family photo taken and I told
the Lord that I wanted matching dresses for the girls. The very next
week at church 2 different women gave me a bag of girls clothes.
Believe it or not, in each of those bags was a darling little pink
dress...identical and one in each size to fit the girls!

Similar thing with my sons. They were low on shirts and shoes. I
prayed. The very next day, my neighbor knocked on my door carrying 2
huge bags of stuff. Said her friend was throwing them
away,but "something" told her to bring them to me. There were so
many shirts and shoes in there that my sons never got to wear them
all!

Last year for Christmas I got my son the game he wanted to play on
his computer. He was crushed when his dinosaur wouldnt play the
game...so I told the Lord I would love to have a new computer for
him. He contacted a family friend to see if he could modify his
computer to work and it was tooooo old. Two days later, Jim showed
up at my door to ask me if I minded if he gave my son a new
computer!!!

The stories go on and on...God is so good~

Hugs,

Phyl



Phyl~

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Prayer for our troops

When you read this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our troops around the world. Please feel free to copy and send or post:).

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need... I ask this in the name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior. Amen."

Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Airman, Marine & others deployed in harm's way, prayer is the very best one.

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A different Christmas poem~Dedicated to Martail

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts...
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,

"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."





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Miracles

taken from my live journal(11/2005)

I look for miracles everyday. Oftentimes over the years I have uttered prayers in the course of everyday life.

When my girls were little(age 1 & 2) I was doing laundry and said, "Lord, I would love to have matching dressesfor them." The following week two women who did not know each other each gave me a bag of little girls clothes. In each bag was a little pink dress...both identical except for size!

When the boys were about that same age and I was doing laundry, I said, "Lord, I need shirts and shoes for the boys...size 2." The very next day a neighbor knocked on the door with 2 bags in hand. They were full of size 2 shirts and shoes for my little guys!

The other day, while piecing a quilt top, I said, "Lord, I wish I had more pink and green fabrics." Can you guess where this is going? Yup....the next day a dear lady gave me a bag of beautiful fabrics...all pinks and greens!

There is another miracle pressing, but I can't tell it till Saturday. It involves something I told the Lord I wanted for my youngest son who is now 16. God is good!!!

Phyl~

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