Inspirations for Christians - Hopeful and Meaningful and Positive!

Welcome Friends, I trust you leave this page a little
different or happier than you came to it.

A Butterfly in the Wind

A child is like a butterfly in the wind
Some can fly higher than others,
But each one flies the best it can.
Why compare one against the other?
Each one is different.
Each one is special.
Each one is beautiful.


"How Precious Are Your Thoughts Toward Us
How Great Is The Sum Of Them!"

Psalm 139:17-24

Heavenly - Fathers Love Letter

Take it easy on yourself, and the compassion you have on others...... have for
yourself. You can do that, you can actually show Compassion on yourself
and let The Lord bring Healing as you step towards Him this way.
To be at Peace with Yourself is to be at Peace with God.
You can't have one without the other.
David and Joseph had this and so must we, aye?

Each One is different

I cannot change the way I am,
I never really try,
God made me different and unique,
I never ask him why.

If I appear peculiar,
There's nothing I can do,
You must accept me as I am,
As I've accepted you.

God made a casting of each life,
Then threw the old away,
Each one is different from the rest,
Unlike as night from day.

So often we will criticize,
The things that others do,
But, do you know, they do not think,
The same as me and you.

So God in all his wisdom,
Who knows us all by name,
He didn't want us to be bored,
That's why we're not the same.

 Author Unknown

As You’re Reading This, Be Ready
Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood lingers,
what softened sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now?
Are you waiting for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this 
new glimpse that you've found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day.
This interval you spent reading this, keep it for life –
What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?

William Stafford  ©

Being compassionate helps me to be a more peaceful, happy person.

When I Am Among The Trees
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."

Mary Oliver  ©

When We Plant A Rose Seed In The Earth
“When we plant a rose seed in the earth, we notice that it is small, but we do not criticize it as "rootless and stemless." We treat it as a seed, giving it the water and nourishment required of a seed. When it first shoots up out of the earth, we don't condemn it as immature and underdeveloped; nor do we criticize the buds for not being open when they appear. We stand in wonder at the process taking place and give the plant the care it needs at each stage of its development. The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change; yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.” And so it is with us.
W Timothy Galley  ©

Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft part of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, bright and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Mary Oliver  ©
Jesus says, “Come away with Me. Come and smell the Flowers!”
The Mirror
Her very modern bathroom mirror
never really had the ability to captivate
her true delicate feminine beauty
under all the household light
She very gently picked up
the silver antique hand mirror
her grandmother had left to her
after passing away a year ago
Her grandmother received the mirror
as a gift from her lifetime sweetheart 
when she was just a young woman
it was by far her most treasured item
She slipped out of the house silently
and found her feet taking a hold of her
guiding her to the center of the flower garden
that resided on the back of the property
The dark sky was filled to the absolute brim 
with hundreds of blinking crystalline stars
the full moon was wearing a golden hue
and crickets greeted her with their nightly song
Filling her lungs with the night-time air
she closed her eyes and just listened 
hoping to hear her grandmother’s voice
then almost laughing out loud at the notion
As she opened her pale blue eyes
the moon, in all it's golden color
shone brightly upon her face
and she raised the silver mirror slowly
She peered deeply into the mirror
like she was searching for something
something much more important
than the appearance of her face
A gentle wind came upon her
tussling her late night bedroom hair
and she heard the faintest whisper 
coming through the trees
Sounding like her grandmother’s voice
she thought for a fleeting moment
perhaps it's a message from beyond
she smiled at the possibility
Her young ears 
simply heard 
what they needed to hear
“she was beautiful and loved”
As her head lowered on her pillow
she fell into a much needed slumber
with a genuine smile
on her beautiful face.

Author Unknown

Ten Thousand Flowers In Spring
Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.

Wu Men  ©


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