24 Things to Always
Remember. . .
and One Thing to Never Forget
Your presence is a present to the
world.
You're unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be what you want it to be.
Take the days just one at a time.
Count your blessings, not your
troubles.
You'll make it through whatever comes along.
Within you are so many answers.
Understand, have courage, be strong.
Don't put limits on yourself.
So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.
Nothing wastes more energy than
worrying.
The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.
Don't take things too seriously.
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.
Remember that a little love goes a long
way.
Remember that a lot . . . goes forever.
Remember that friendship is a wise investment.
Life's treasures are people . . . together.
Realize that it's never too late.
Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.
Have heath and hope and happiness.
Take the time to wish upon a star.
And don't ever forget . . .
For even a day . . .
How very special you are.
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Dear God, I pray I'll not take for granted today,
the daily blessings you give
Like the sweet smell of a flower
or the green grassy hill.
May I not walk at such a pace
That I miss the beauty of the place,
Nor the smile of a child at play
Or the song of the blue jay.
And may I travel not so fast today
That I fail to help someone along the way
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Open the Rose
A young, new preacher was walking
with an older, more seasoned preacher in the garden one day and
feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was
inquiring of the older preacher. The older preacher walked up to a
rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to
open it without tearing off any petals.
The young preacher looked in
disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a
rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the WILL
OF GOD for his life and for his ministry. Because of his high
respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to TRY to unfold the
rose, while keeping every petal intact...It wasn't long before he
realized how it was impossible to do so.
Noticing the younger preacher's
inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, the older
preacher began to tell the following poem...
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
God opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only my heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
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