Sometimes making it through each day is a monumental task,
But living with a disability is almost too much to ask.


Especially if it causes compromises, in your every day life,
Puts you in pain, and cuts your will like a knife.


Sometimes you get down, and feel thereÂ’s just no hope,
You donÂ’t know where to turn, you think youÂ’re at the end of your rope.


You feel no one understands, What happened you donÂ’t know why,
Sometimes you even think, itÂ’s time to say good bye.


I know itÂ’s all-true, for IÂ’ve been there before,
And I pray each day IÂ’ll go there no more.


But God eased my pain, and raised me from despair,
Showed me a reason for living, showed me He really does care.


ThatÂ’s why I talk to him, each and every day,
For walking without his guidance, I so easily lose my way.
For without talking to God, I start sinking back into despair,
I can give my troubles to the Lord, for him to help me bear.

Lord, speak to me today, so I can face tomorrow.
Lord, cry me Holy tears, to drown my hidden sorrow.

Lord, walk with me today and be my friend in need.
Lord, put your hand in mine, I'll follow where you lead.

Lord, teach me how to praise, so proper praise is given.
Lord, show me how to live, so life can be worth livin'.

Lord, share with me your wisdom, so knowledge takes control.
Lord, share with me the mystery, that will satisfy the soul.

Lord, render to me your Spirit, that gentleness may show.
Lord, give me joy and peace, so goodness starts to flow.

Lord, lend to me your ear, the ear to many voices.
Lord, teach me right from wrong, so wrong don't make my choices.

Lord, take from me the bad, shine in me through and through.
Lord, give to me the good and make me more like you.

Lord, baptize me in Love, let your spirit live in me.
Lord, teach me to obey your words, be the servant I hope to be.

Lord, lift my spirit high, hold tightly on your grip.
Lord, teach my feet to walk, so they never ever slip.

Lord, take me home real soon, give my soul a final rest.
Lord, just to be with you, is the gift I think is best.

God alleen maak saak. Net Hy tel. Ek besef elke dag meer en meer dat geloof nie oor myself gaan nie. Ek is lankal uit die hoofrol van my lewe uitgeskryf. God is nou die belangrikste. Daarom bid ek nie meer dat Hy dinge vir my moet doen net om my lewe makliker te maak nie. Ek weet mos Hy is nie in my diens nie. Nee, dit werk net mooi andersom. Ek is geroep om God se heerlikheid te weerkaats. Waar die Here loop, daar wil ek ook graag loop, waar Hy vertoef, wil ek vertoef. Sy wil is my daaglikse brood; sy goedkeuring my enigste begeerte.

Ek speel vandag en elke ander dag slegs vir 'n Gehoor van Een. Christus se stem tel 'n volle 100% in my lewe. Net sy sagte hand op my skouer maak regtig saak. Dis my siel se brandstof. Sy tevredenheid oor my is die enigste dryfveer in my lewe. Nee, ander mense se erkenning maak regtig nie meer so baie saak nie. Hulle status of geld beïndruk my lankal nie meer nie. Christus is my enigste Goud. My skatte is belê in die hemel, my vreugde is in Hom.

(Met erkenning aan Stephan Joubert)

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A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table, but the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." Therefore, the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since grandfather had broken a dish two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days, he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently, provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child's future. Let us be wise builders and role models.

Always remember: "What goes around, comes around!" However, "Treating others as you would treat yourself or that you would like to be treated will grant you more love than not!

I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come
from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work.
Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would
consider a bum.
From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no
money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times
that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those "don't
want to be bothered times."
"I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought.
He didn't.
He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look
like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.
After a few minutes he spoke.
"That's a very pretty car," he said.
He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly
blond beard keep more than his face warm.
I said, "thanks," and continued wiping off my car.


He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never
came.
As the silence between us widened something inside said, "ask him if
he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held true
to the inner voice.
"Do you need any help?" I asked.
He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget.
We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from
those of higher learning and accomplishments.

I expected nothing but an
outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me.
"Don't we all?" he said.

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum
in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge
shotgun.
Don't we all?
I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I
needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus
fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those
three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter
how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you
have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or
a place to sleep, you can give help.

Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that.
You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all.
They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different
perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from
daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.
Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe
he was more than that.

Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and
wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.

Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said, "go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help."
Don't we all?


Author Unknown

Be not afraid when in darkness,
For you shall see the light
A light that is everlasting
For it burns so very bright

It burns when your heart is heavy
It shines when you have lost all hope
When your life has lost its sparkle
At a time when you just can't cope

Be not afraid when in darkness
For God will show you the way
He will lift the gloom that surrounds you
And keep all trouble at bay

So next time you feel sad and lonely
When you feel you have no way to turn
Think of the glorious spirit thats around you
Switch on the light let it burn

Be not afraid when in darkness
Let God be your partner and guide
Accept the love he sends to protect you
Hold his hand as he walks by your side

Let him fill your life with his spirit
And strength to make a new start
Then feel the power that is within you
Now that you have let spirit into your heart.

Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire. If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don't know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes.
They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you're tired and weary,
because it means you've made a difference.

It's easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also thankful for the setbacks.

Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles, and they can become your blessings.

- Unknown

I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.

Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.

Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.

Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.

Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.

Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.

Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.

Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.

Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can feel honored because the Lord has provided shelter for my mind, body and soul.

Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.

What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!

- Author Unknown

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