All Is Well
The virgin white of Winter
Now wears a shawl of green
For all the trees are budding
And flowers can be seen .
The snow that chilled us yesterday
Has melted like a dream
For now the stone is rolled away
Beneath the sunlight’s gleam.
How sweet the sounds of Spring
As songbirds now return ,
And here below the rainbow
Earth makes another turn .
For Spring’s a noble season ,
One of show and tell ,
When God reveals His majesty
And shows us all is well .
Jan Bagwell
Come to me , all who labor and burdened ,
And I will give you rest . Matthew 11:28
Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Summer Beauty
Summer Beauty
The loveliness that I behold
So far beyond compare ,
Tells me my Savior’s near .
I see Him in red roses
That bloom along the vine .
I feel Him in the gentle wind
That sweeps the Summer pines .
The sky enfolds me like a glove
Of magic azure blue ,
And I’m reminded that His love
Surrounds me this way , too !
A rolling carpet of green grass
Backs up this breathless view ,
And I know for me that Heaven
Will be in colors of this hue .
As the sun slips slowly out sight
In its westerly direction ,
I want to whisper , “ Please don’t go ,
Don’t end this day’s perfection .”
Jan Bagwell
Guide me in Your truth and teach me , for You are God my Savior ‘for You I await all the long day , because of Your goodness , Lord .
Psalm 25:5
The loveliness that I behold
So far beyond compare ,
Tells me my Savior’s near .
I see Him in red roses
That bloom along the vine .
I feel Him in the gentle wind
That sweeps the Summer pines .
The sky enfolds me like a glove
Of magic azure blue ,
And I’m reminded that His love
Surrounds me this way , too !
A rolling carpet of green grass
Backs up this breathless view ,
And I know for me that Heaven
Will be in colors of this hue .
As the sun slips slowly out sight
In its westerly direction ,
I want to whisper , “ Please don’t go ,
Don’t end this day’s perfection .”
Jan Bagwell
Guide me in Your truth and teach me , for You are God my Savior ‘for You I await all the long day , because of Your goodness , Lord .
Psalm 25:5
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The Heart of A Woman
=====================
By the time the Lord made woman,
He was into his Sixth day of working overtime.
An Angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time
on this one?"
And the Lord answered and said, "Have you seen the spec sheet on
her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have
200 movable parts, all replaceable, run on black coffee and
leftovers, have a lap that can hold two children at one time
and that disappears when she stands up, have a kiss that can
cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart, and have
six pairs of hands."
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one.
"Six pairs of hands!
No Way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem.
It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!
And that's just on the standard model?"
The Angel asked about the three pairs of eyes.
The Lord nodded. "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the
closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even
though she already knows.
Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs
to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair
are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an
errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or
her without even saying a single word."
The Angel tried to stop the Lord. "This is too much work for
one day, wait until tomorrow to finish."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing
this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already
heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family on a pound
of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower."
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made
her so soft, Lord." "She is soft," The Lord agreed, "but I have
also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or
accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel. The Lord replied,
"Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason
and negotiate."
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the
woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this
model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into
this one." "That's not a leak," The Lord objected, "That's a
tear!" "What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her
sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her loneliness, her grief,
and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord.
You thought of everything, for women are truly amazing."
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They carry children,
they carry hardships,
they carry burdens but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up for injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a
better solution.
They go without new shoes so their children can have them.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends
get awards.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they
are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much
they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the
world spin!
Women do more than give birth.
They bring joy and hope.
They give compassion and ideals.
Women have a lot to say and a lot to give.
Thank you , God , For our mothers ,daughters and sisters !!
A gift that only a loving God would give his childrens !
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
=====================
By the time the Lord made woman,
He was into his Sixth day of working overtime.
An Angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time
on this one?"
And the Lord answered and said, "Have you seen the spec sheet on
her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have
200 movable parts, all replaceable, run on black coffee and
leftovers, have a lap that can hold two children at one time
and that disappears when she stands up, have a kiss that can
cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart, and have
six pairs of hands."
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one.
"Six pairs of hands!
No Way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem.
It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!
And that's just on the standard model?"
The Angel asked about the three pairs of eyes.
The Lord nodded. "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the
closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even
though she already knows.
Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs
to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair
are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an
errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or
her without even saying a single word."
The Angel tried to stop the Lord. "This is too much work for
one day, wait until tomorrow to finish."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing
this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already
heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family on a pound
of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower."
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made
her so soft, Lord." "She is soft," The Lord agreed, "but I have
also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or
accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel. The Lord replied,
"Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason
and negotiate."
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the
woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this
model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into
this one." "That's not a leak," The Lord objected, "That's a
tear!" "What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her
sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her loneliness, her grief,
and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord.
You thought of everything, for women are truly amazing."
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They carry children,
they carry hardships,
they carry burdens but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up for injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a
better solution.
They go without new shoes so their children can have them.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends
get awards.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they
are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much
they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the
world spin!
Women do more than give birth.
They bring joy and hope.
They give compassion and ideals.
Women have a lot to say and a lot to give.
Thank you , God , For our mothers ,daughters and sisters !!
A gift that only a loving God would give his childrens !
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
When The Mists Have Rolled Away
When The Mists have Rolled Away
When the have rolled in splendor
From the beauty of the hills ,
And the sunlight falls in gladness
On the river and the rills ,
We recall our Father’s promise
In the rainbow of the spray :
We shall know each other better
When the mists have rolled away .
We shall come with joy and gladness ,
We shall gather round the throne ;
Face to face with those that love us ,
We shall know as we are known ;
And the song of our redemption
Shall resound through endless day
When the shadows have departed .
And the mists have rolled away .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
When the have rolled in splendor
From the beauty of the hills ,
And the sunlight falls in gladness
On the river and the rills ,
We recall our Father’s promise
In the rainbow of the spray :
We shall know each other better
When the mists have rolled away .
We shall come with joy and gladness ,
We shall gather round the throne ;
Face to face with those that love us ,
We shall know as we are known ;
And the song of our redemption
Shall resound through endless day
When the shadows have departed .
And the mists have rolled away .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Monday, May 31, 2010
A Sunset Lesson
A Sunset Lesson
This evening I saw the sun set
Behind the mountain dim ;
It dropped from behind a beautiful cloud ,
All gold around its rim .
And as the sun sank down to rest ,
Beneath its bed of gold ,
It filled my soul with rapture ,
Its beauty to behold .
O that my life , at close of day ,
May be as supremely bright ,
As I pass on from this present world
To the realms of endless light;
That a golden crown may await me there .
As bright as this golden sky ,
And that I may dwell forever there ,
In that beautiful home on high ,
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !!
This evening I saw the sun set
Behind the mountain dim ;
It dropped from behind a beautiful cloud ,
All gold around its rim .
And as the sun sank down to rest ,
Beneath its bed of gold ,
It filled my soul with rapture ,
Its beauty to behold .
O that my life , at close of day ,
May be as supremely bright ,
As I pass on from this present world
To the realms of endless light;
That a golden crown may await me there .
As bright as this golden sky ,
And that I may dwell forever there ,
In that beautiful home on high ,
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !!
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