Praying Hands
There are hands that help and comfort
Hands that plan and teach
Hands that rest and hands that strive
For a goal just of reach …
Hands that grasp and hands that give
Hands that work and play
Friendly hands and loving hands
That soothe life’s cares away
But praying hands are dearest
In the sight of God above
For in their sweet and earnest clasp
Is reverence and love …
No hands can do an unkind act
Nor cause another care
Nor sin against Our Father’s Love
When they are clasped in prayer
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Tonight my cat was killed , never realize how much I would miss it .
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
From A Distance
From A Distance
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From a distance the world looks blue and green
And the snow-capped mountains white
From a distance the ocean meets the stream
And the eagle takes to flight
From a distance there is harmony
And it echoes through the land
It's the voice of hope
It's the voice of peace
It's the voice of every man
From a distance we all have enough
And no one is in need
And there are no guns, no bombs and no disease
No hungry mouths to feed
From a distance we are instruments
Marching in a common land
Playing songs of hope
Playing songs of peace
They're the songs of every man
God is watching us
God is watching us
God is watching us from a distance
From a distance you look like my friend
Even though we are at war
From a distance I just cannot comprehend
What all this fighting is for
From a distance there is harmony
And it echoes through the land
And it's the hope of hope
It's the love of love
It's the heart of every man (every man)
It's the hope of hope
It's the love of love
This is the song of every man
And God is watching us
God is watching us
God is watching us from a distance
Oh, God is watching us
God is watching
God is watching us from a distance
from the song “From A Distance”
Written by Julie Gold, sung by Bette Midler
Thank you for inviting Jan Bagwell Minist5ries in your mailbox.
See you tomorrow.I am truly blessed to have the readership , that each one of you given to me .
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From a distance the world looks blue and green
And the snow-capped mountains white
From a distance the ocean meets the stream
And the eagle takes to flight
From a distance there is harmony
And it echoes through the land
It's the voice of hope
It's the voice of peace
It's the voice of every man
From a distance we all have enough
And no one is in need
And there are no guns, no bombs and no disease
No hungry mouths to feed
From a distance we are instruments
Marching in a common land
Playing songs of hope
Playing songs of peace
They're the songs of every man
God is watching us
God is watching us
God is watching us from a distance
From a distance you look like my friend
Even though we are at war
From a distance I just cannot comprehend
What all this fighting is for
From a distance there is harmony
And it echoes through the land
And it's the hope of hope
It's the love of love
It's the heart of every man (every man)
It's the hope of hope
It's the love of love
This is the song of every man
And God is watching us
God is watching us
God is watching us from a distance
Oh, God is watching us
God is watching
God is watching us from a distance
from the song “From A Distance”
Written by Julie Gold, sung by Bette Midler
Thank you for inviting Jan Bagwell Minist5ries in your mailbox.
See you tomorrow.I am truly blessed to have the readership , that each one of you given to me .
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
It's Your Call
It's Your Call
He doesn't have an e-mail,
His address is unknown,
you can't call information
to find His telephone.
But His line is never busy,
He answers every call,
He's always there to help,
even when you fall.
All you need to do is pray,
You need no fancy words,
it costs no money for the call,
and every prayer is heard.
So if you are in pain,
and feeling lonely too,
just reach our for His help,
His love for you is true.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Every once a while you run across somebody that does'nt agree with your faith . They really want to argue . My answer is, "God wrote it and I believe it ".
He doesn't have an e-mail,
His address is unknown,
you can't call information
to find His telephone.
But His line is never busy,
He answers every call,
He's always there to help,
even when you fall.
All you need to do is pray,
You need no fancy words,
it costs no money for the call,
and every prayer is heard.
So if you are in pain,
and feeling lonely too,
just reach our for His help,
His love for you is true.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Every once a while you run across somebody that does'nt agree with your faith . They really want to argue . My answer is, "God wrote it and I believe it ".
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The Long Monent
The Long Moment
Maybe this will help another person, I don't know.
I was taking a bath one day in September 1981. I found a lump
on my left breast. I went to the doctor and told him about the
lump. He sent me to another doctor.
I got x-rays and the surgeon decided that I needed to go into
the hospital for a biopsy.
While in surgery for the biopsy, my heart stopped. Needless to
say, when I came to, my breasts were black and blue.
When the doctor came to my room, he said, "we couldn't tell if
it was cancer, but we sent the tumor off to Nashville and we
will know tomorrow if you have cancer."
OK? The next day he came in and yes, I had cancer.
The next day, I had surgery again for the removal of the breast.
I was in the hospital for 12 days.
During seven of the 12 days, I would sit by the window and look
out at the stars, praying to God.
Please let me live long enough for me to get the four children
out on their own.
After the children were married and out on their own, I found
out my husband had lung cancer. My prayers changed to "help me
stay alive long enough to take care of my husband."
Time has passed, my husband has passed away. He's been gone
seven years. I am still here by the grace of God.
On September 13 it will be 22 years. So, cancer patients don't
give up praying because it does help. And men, just remember
you can get breast cancer too, my uncle passed away with it.
Thank you God, I am still alive.
I gave him my life to do as he saw fit, 21 years ago.
Original by Pat King~
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Thank you Pat
Maybe this will help another person, I don't know.
I was taking a bath one day in September 1981. I found a lump
on my left breast. I went to the doctor and told him about the
lump. He sent me to another doctor.
I got x-rays and the surgeon decided that I needed to go into
the hospital for a biopsy.
While in surgery for the biopsy, my heart stopped. Needless to
say, when I came to, my breasts were black and blue.
When the doctor came to my room, he said, "we couldn't tell if
it was cancer, but we sent the tumor off to Nashville and we
will know tomorrow if you have cancer."
OK? The next day he came in and yes, I had cancer.
The next day, I had surgery again for the removal of the breast.
I was in the hospital for 12 days.
During seven of the 12 days, I would sit by the window and look
out at the stars, praying to God.
Please let me live long enough for me to get the four children
out on their own.
After the children were married and out on their own, I found
out my husband had lung cancer. My prayers changed to "help me
stay alive long enough to take care of my husband."
Time has passed, my husband has passed away. He's been gone
seven years. I am still here by the grace of God.
On September 13 it will be 22 years. So, cancer patients don't
give up praying because it does help. And men, just remember
you can get breast cancer too, my uncle passed away with it.
Thank you God, I am still alive.
I gave him my life to do as he saw fit, 21 years ago.
Original by Pat King~
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Thank you Pat
Monday, June 13, 2011
The Soul Of a Child
The Soul of a Child
“Each day we are carving , not upon stone or marble , but upon the lives of precious young boys and girls ; therefore be careful with what tools you carve and how you use them.”
The soul of a child is the loveliest flower
That grows in the garden of God
Its climb is from weakness to knowledge and power ,
To the sky from the clay and clod .
To beauty and sweetness it grows under care ,
Neglected , ‘tis ragged and wild .
“Tis plant that is tender , but wondrously rare,
The sweet , wistful soul of a child .
Be tender , O garner , and give it its share
Of moisture , of warmth , and of light ,
And let it not lack for the pains-taking care ,
To protect it from frost and from blight .
A glad day will come when its bloom shall unfold ,
It will seem that an angel has smiled ,
Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold
In the sensitive soul of a child .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Remember sister Mary Carpenter in your prayers , she still sick .
“Each day we are carving , not upon stone or marble , but upon the lives of precious young boys and girls ; therefore be careful with what tools you carve and how you use them.”
The soul of a child is the loveliest flower
That grows in the garden of God
Its climb is from weakness to knowledge and power ,
To the sky from the clay and clod .
To beauty and sweetness it grows under care ,
Neglected , ‘tis ragged and wild .
“Tis plant that is tender , but wondrously rare,
The sweet , wistful soul of a child .
Be tender , O garner , and give it its share
Of moisture , of warmth , and of light ,
And let it not lack for the pains-taking care ,
To protect it from frost and from blight .
A glad day will come when its bloom shall unfold ,
It will seem that an angel has smiled ,
Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold
In the sensitive soul of a child .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Remember sister Mary Carpenter in your prayers , she still sick .
Friday, June 10, 2011
Bubbles
Bubbles
I stood on my grandmother's front porch with my son.
He had a bottle of bubbles. You know the type; it's
basically soapy water with a plastic loop on each end.
You dip the loop in the bottle, pull it out, and blow it to
make bubbles.
My son understood the principle but was vainly trying to
blow bubbles. He would dip and dip and blow and blow, but
alas, no bubbles.
He handed me the bottle and loop and asked me, "Daddy can
you make bubbles?" I hadn't blown bubbles in years. I am
a chemist by education, fairly well-trained in surfactant
technology. I have formulated several shampoos, so I
understand surface tension and related foaming
characteristics of surfactants. Surfactant is just a big
fancy word for a soap or detergent.
All that knowledge isn't worth a hoot when trying to blow
bubbles from a loop filled with soapy water. I was having
no more success than my son. I would dip and puff, no
bubbles; the soapy film on the loop would just pop without
releasing any bubbles.
After several futile attempts, I changed tactics.
Instead of puffing on the loop of soapy water, I gently
breathed on it. My son squealed with delight as a big
beautiful bubble emerged and floated away.
He grabbed the loop, dipped and blew. No bubbles.
I explained to him, "Son you can't blow hard, you must ever
so gently breathe on the loop to make bubbles."
He restrained his ardent desire to make big bubbles by blowing
hard and followed my advice.
Big bubbles.
It was a moment as I saw another principle of
life floating away in the bubbles.
There are some things that you can get with brute force, but
there are other things that only come with the gentleness
of a soft breath. Too often, we try to force love or real
respect. It won't come. It just pops before the bubble
can ever form because we try to put too much force on it.
The closer something is to higher spirit, the more it is
like bubbles; it can't be forced and is more often found in
the soft things of life.
You have a bottle of bubbles and you have been puffing
trying to get them out.
Blow beautiful bubbles; breathe easy.
Thank you for this story , B.J. Coward
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
I stood on my grandmother's front porch with my son.
He had a bottle of bubbles. You know the type; it's
basically soapy water with a plastic loop on each end.
You dip the loop in the bottle, pull it out, and blow it to
make bubbles.
My son understood the principle but was vainly trying to
blow bubbles. He would dip and dip and blow and blow, but
alas, no bubbles.
He handed me the bottle and loop and asked me, "Daddy can
you make bubbles?" I hadn't blown bubbles in years. I am
a chemist by education, fairly well-trained in surfactant
technology. I have formulated several shampoos, so I
understand surface tension and related foaming
characteristics of surfactants. Surfactant is just a big
fancy word for a soap or detergent.
All that knowledge isn't worth a hoot when trying to blow
bubbles from a loop filled with soapy water. I was having
no more success than my son. I would dip and puff, no
bubbles; the soapy film on the loop would just pop without
releasing any bubbles.
After several futile attempts, I changed tactics.
Instead of puffing on the loop of soapy water, I gently
breathed on it. My son squealed with delight as a big
beautiful bubble emerged and floated away.
He grabbed the loop, dipped and blew. No bubbles.
I explained to him, "Son you can't blow hard, you must ever
so gently breathe on the loop to make bubbles."
He restrained his ardent desire to make big bubbles by blowing
hard and followed my advice.
Big bubbles.
It was a moment as I saw another principle of
life floating away in the bubbles.
There are some things that you can get with brute force, but
there are other things that only come with the gentleness
of a soft breath. Too often, we try to force love or real
respect. It won't come. It just pops before the bubble
can ever form because we try to put too much force on it.
The closer something is to higher spirit, the more it is
like bubbles; it can't be forced and is more often found in
the soft things of life.
You have a bottle of bubbles and you have been puffing
trying to get them out.
Blow beautiful bubbles; breathe easy.
Thank you for this story , B.J. Coward
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Thursday, June 9, 2011
The Hard Soft Side
The Hard Soft Side
I sat in the window seat on the plane as I watched the baggage
unloader place bags on the conveyor belt feeding into the
belly of the plane.
I watched him plop bag after bag onto the moving conveyor
belt. Most of the bags were similar only differing in size.
Most had wheels under the bottom located on the backside of
the bag. On the front were zippered pockets.
Plop plop plop went the bags. I then noticed that all of the
bags were being flipped into the face down position. He always
turned the bags so the wheels were on top and the zippered
pockets in the front of the bag were against the conveyor
belt.
"The delicate stuff would be in the zippered pockets," I
thought. "If there was any delicate stuff in the pockets there
is a good chance it's busted," I also thought.
Perhaps he turned the bag facedown to keep the wheels from
being against the belt and it rolling down the conveyor.
Perhaps. I'm not a baggage handling expert.
What stood out was the very place that I would have placed a
delicate item was the very place it was most likely to be
crushed.
The moral of this issue:
As you travel through life, don't depend on others to be
gentle with your delicate stuff that's on the inside.
Safeguard it.
Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of
life. Proverbs 4:23 NIV
I sat in the window seat on the plane as I watched the baggage
unloader place bags on the conveyor belt feeding into the
belly of the plane.
I watched him plop bag after bag onto the moving conveyor
belt. Most of the bags were similar only differing in size.
Most had wheels under the bottom located on the backside of
the bag. On the front were zippered pockets.
Plop plop plop went the bags. I then noticed that all of the
bags were being flipped into the face down position. He always
turned the bags so the wheels were on top and the zippered
pockets in the front of the bag were against the conveyor
belt.
"The delicate stuff would be in the zippered pockets," I
thought. "If there was any delicate stuff in the pockets there
is a good chance it's busted," I also thought.
Perhaps he turned the bag facedown to keep the wheels from
being against the belt and it rolling down the conveyor.
Perhaps. I'm not a baggage handling expert.
What stood out was the very place that I would have placed a
delicate item was the very place it was most likely to be
crushed.
The moral of this issue:
As you travel through life, don't depend on others to be
gentle with your delicate stuff that's on the inside.
Safeguard it.
Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of
life. Proverbs 4:23 NIV
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