Stray Noodles

Simply beautiful! Enough said.

Each Day at Sunrise Each day at sunrise, Father, Let me start by praising you, For all Thy many blessings. And in awe Thy wonders too. In honor and in glory, No matter what my story, In each new days unfolding, Let my thanks and love stay true. Each day dear Lord at sunrise, As the moon gives up its seat, Help me to ask a blessing, For each one I chance to meet. Brother, Sister, friend or foe, Let me to them Jesus show. Give my lips His sweet refrain, Of Thy mercy, grace, and peace. Written by Beverly Campbell Copyright August 22, 2017

(Authors note:  This story was originally written as an English assignment.  It was later published under the sub-title, "When You're Ready to Give Up Hope," on page eight of Volume Eight Number Three, July - September 1994 issue of 'Action Africa,' a publication of the Africa Evangelical Fellowship, 881 Maxted Crescent, Milton, Ontario, Canada L9T 4E2) I Am A Towel  Written by Beverly Campbell              Once upon a time, I was a rug.  A small insignificant floor covering, occupying one of the many corridors of life (a very distant corridor I might add).  Very few of the billions of people in existence ever traveled in my direction.  Of the few that did, some avoided me at all cost, others casually stepped around, or over me.  And then there were those who used me.  Of the latter most didn't bother me.  But the ones that chose to wipe their muddy shoes or boots on me...

We serve a risen Savior,  I know that this is true,  For every path my foot falls on,  The Lord has been there too. For each of us there comes a time when we have to stop and take stock of our lives.  We need to ask the important questions; who am I; what am I doing; and where am I going.  I am thankful that for me, all of these questions can be answered in Christ.  Who am I? A child of God.  What am I doing? Serving Christ.  Where am I going? To be with Him one day.  How can I be so certain of this? Because with every fiber of my being, I know that He lived, lives and has provided a way, and that He loves...ME! My God is so gracious that He stooped to carry even me...with all His mighty power...this mere spec upon a planet inside of a trillion light-years worth of stars in space; this sin laden worm, trying and often failing with its tiny feeble might to please Him.  He, God, the King and creator of this universe, loves...

" Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God." Romans 5:3 David, a 2-year-old boy with leukemia, was taken to see Dr. Truman who specialized in treating children with cancer and various blood diseases. At the age of three, after a year of the usual treatments, David had to have a spinal tap - a painful procedure at any age. "If it hurts, remember it's because he loves you," said his mother of Dr. Truman. The procedure was horrendous, taking three nurses to hold down David's flailing body as he sobbed. When it was over, the tiny boy, soaked in sweat and tears, looked up at the doctor and said, "Thank you, Dr. Tooman, for my hurting." When we experience pain, it's difficult to believe that anything good could can come of it. But in those difficult times, if we can reflect upon the life and cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, it may be easi...