There are Blessings in Everything

There Are Blessings in Everything

Blessings come in many guises
That God alone in love devises,
And sickness which we dread so much
Can bring a very healing touch –
For often on the wings of pain
The peace we sought before in vain
Will come to us with sweet surprise
For God is merciful and wise –
And through long hours of tribulation
God gives us time for meditation ,and no sickness can be counted a loss
That teaches us to bear our cross .
Jan Bagwell

HELLO ALL ! I WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT BARBARA Pittman WILL BE HAVING HIP REPLACEMENT NOV. 30 . SHE WILL BE AT THE VILLAGE OF PELHAM HOSPITAL.. BARBARA HAS REALLY BEEN IN PAIN AND NEEDS OUR PRAYERS. SHE ALSO GETS REALLY DISCOURAGED, SO PLEASE ALL OF YOU HELP ME TO KEEP HER SPIRITS UP.... SHE NEEDS CARDS AND CALLS AND VISITS.... Also be in pray for my son David Bagwell , He need a healing . He had a medical problem for about 5 weeks now .


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God Bless and Happy Thankgiving

Touch Me

Touch Me...

Touch Me . . .

If I am your child... Please touch me.
Persist; find ways to meet my needs.
Your goodnight hug helps sweeten my dreams.
Your daytime touching tells me how you really feel.

If I am your teenager... Please touch me.
Don't think because I'm almost grown,
I don't need to know that you still care.
I need your loving arms; I need a tender voice.

If I am your friend... Please touch me.
Nothing lets me know you care like a warm embrace.
A healing touch when I'm depressed assures me I am loved,
And reassures me that I'm not alone.
Yours may be the only comforting touch I get.

If I am your husband or wife... Please touch me.
You may think that your passion is enough,
But only your arms hold back my fears.
I need your tender reassuring touch, To remind me
I am loved just because I am me.

If I am your grown-up child... Please touch me.
Though I may have a family my own to hold,
I still need Mommy's and Daddy's arms when I hurt.
As a parent the view is different; I appreciate you more.

If I am your aging parent... Please touch me.
Hold my hand, sit close to me, give me strength;
And warm my tired body with your nearness.
Although my skin is worn and wrinkled, It loves to be stroked

Don't be afraid.

Please Touch Me!

Within His Hands

Within His Hands
Whenever I grow weary ,
And miles seen much too long ,
And troubles think I am the one
To whom they all belong .
When things don’t always work out ,
According to my plan ,
It’s hard to drag my cross along ,
When I can barely stand .
And yet it’s times like these that test
The metal of my soul ,
If everthing were gold ,
We would have naught to hope for ,
If skies were always blue ,
And it is true the sweetest smile
Must hide a tear or two .
And so in spite of everthing ,
I know I’m not alone ,
God never understands ,
When each of us can see ourselves ,
…Carved in the Savior’s Hands