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Tuesday at 6:34 AM
Saint Francis of Assisi wrote, “Make me an instrument of Your peace.” As I use my energy to generate peaceful thoughts and actions, I contribute to peace in the world. When I am friendly, helpful, and cooperative, I am in service of peace. My actions toward peace align me with the best and highest good in those around me.
I may feel helpless about conflicts in other parts of the world. At such times, I focus my thoughts, prayers, and actions on peace. Jesus’ word for peace was shalom, which means a personal act of goodwill and assistance toward others. I live peacefully and my peaceful actions reverberate around the world.
May the God of steadfastness and encouragement grant you to live in harmony with one another, in accordance with Christ Jesus.—Romans 15:5
Tuesday at 3:14 AM
Letizia Tripp Letizia_Tripp
I am going through very difficult times right nows . been in a lot of pain . been in a lot of pain for 2 months now . don't know what's wrong yet . can I please ask for a lot of prayers ? thank you . I cant work for a while either . need to stay off my feet . I am very miserable . I love to get cards .in case anybody would love to do that I would appreecciate it so much . thanks .
2604 S. E.
Cape Coral FL 33904 .
Sunday, June 28 at 12:48 AM
Friday, June 26 at 3:44 PM
(English is not my native language, please be kind)
One morning I came down the stairs, seeing this exact scene - my 17 year old daughter with a young man, asleep after what must have been a night of 'hard labor'. I very quietly made breakfast, went back upstairs and told my wife, son and other (youngest) daughter to be very quiet because people were still asleep. Our dinner table is on the other side of the room, about 20 feet from the couch but right in front of it. we all sat down and I yelled "YOUNG MAN" - never ever have I seen someone wake up and move from horizontal to vertical that fast. "Breakfast is ready!" I said with a tone as if I gladly would suck his soul out of his body. I pulled out the chair beside me. "Sit!" my family was silent, staring at their plates, not even twitching.
It must have been the hardest 20 feet for a butt naked youngster to cross. After he put on his clothes, which lay beside the dinner table, he sat down. My son (6'4") patted him on the shoulder, looked him in the eyes, sighed and shook his head. By now he was really, really nervous. You could almost smell it. In my best Russian accent: "My friend, I'm going ask you a question. The answer you give is very important....for you." At this point he was sweating.
"Do you like cats?"
He was a very likeable and friendly guy. Clearly uneducated but not dumb. There was something odd about him. My daughter assured me he was a very nice and attentive guy. She knew him for about a month by then. He came by every day since that morning, never stayed overnight though.
Every morning he came to pick her up for school on his bicycle, brought her home after, and made sure she did her homework. He looked after her when she was sick and we were at work. He invested time end effort. He had the patience of an angel when she had one of her terrible moods.
He said he had no family, no education, no steady job. She adores him. He adores her. Who am I to prevent her from learning from her own mistakes?
After this had been going on for about 8 months my son came to me. He had been asking around about him. It turns out the guy was homeless. His abusive father killed himself. His mother, a crackhead, took of three weeks after that. They lived in a rented trailer. He was 15 then and survived for three years on the streets - sleeping in parks, at the Salvation Army, with "friends", cheap hotels. He worked construction jobs.
Now, there I was. I knew a young man, 18 or 19 years old, who was polite and comes in smiling; who leaves smiling; who cares; who helps, no need to ask; who makes my child happy. This is a kid who never had a chance to be a kid.
Sometimes when he does not come over because he has a job, we miss him. They are not buddies, but my son gets along with him very well. My youngest daughter trusts him unconditionally and my wife's motherly instinct seems to have expanded. And me? I sometimes worry for him. I want him to be happy.
I told my wife and youngest daughter what I learned about him. They cried. I had a hard time telling them. I was disappointed in my oldest daughter. She knew. She should have told us. She loves him and lets him leave every night to go....where????
The next day I gave him a key of our house. I told him I expected him home every night. Home. In the next few weeks we fixed our spare room and took him shopping for furniture. He was quite good at making things. He wanted to be his own boss, he liked building things. We saw to it that he got an education which enabled him to do just that.
That was in 2000. Now, 15 years later, my found son and my daughter have a thriving business. They gave us our three beautiful grandchildren.
Isaiah 58:7 "Is it not God's decree that we share our bread with the hungry; that we bring the homeless poor into our house; and when we see the naked, that we clothe them.
Thursday, June 25 at 2:27 AM
5:16 - "Let your light shine like that in the sight of men. Let them see the good things you do and praise your Father in Heaven."
Jun 21, 2015
Fathers teach by the way they live. They model love as they provide support, strength, wisdom, and guidance. My father may have taught me to work hard, be reliable, willing, and patient.
Fathers continue to learn and grow throughout their lives, as we all do. Our relationship may be strong and loving, or it may have its ups and downs. I am grateful fathers do their best for their children.
Whether my father lives or I hold his memory in my heart, today I honor him and pray for his well-being. I hold a vision of all fathers as models of faith and love—blessing their families for generations.
So he set off and went to his father. But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him.—Luke 15:20