From a Friend
My dear and much beloved Friend
My best regards to you I send ,
And from a heart sincere and true
All happiness I’m wishing you .
May you be free from all distress
And meet with real and true success ,
May no misfortune come to you ,
May all your friends prove kind and true .
But should your earthly friends depart
Remember still there is one heart
That beats for you with tender love ;
“Tis your eternal friend above .
May God , from whom all blessing flow,
His benefits on you bestow
And save and keep you , day by day ,
In His own good and pleasant way .
Let us in God put all our trust ,
And seek His blessed Kingdom first ,
To Him be true , and we shall meet
Some day upon the golden street .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Please remember Liza Henson , Mary Carpenter and her sister , Judy Pangborn and Betty Hill and my son David , And if you have a prayer request just send it to me ,and it will be add on.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Are You Grateful for all of Your Challenges
Are You Grateful for All of Your Challenges?
Author and professional speaker Zig Ziglar has said that he has
been grateful for all of his challenges, because without them,
he would not be the person who he is today.
When I read that, I thought to myself rather cynically, "That's
fine, Mr. Ziglar. But what about the rest of us who struggle
and struggle, with no end in sight? Sure, I would be happy to
put up with these challenges if I knew they would have a fairy-
tale ending like yours did!"
Please let me tell you my story . . .
MISTAKE #1
I had been working for a company that had experienced a number
of reorganizations and managerial changes. I was so frustrated
in my position, I thought "Anything has to be better than this!"
And I left at the first opportunity.
MISTAKE #2
I was wrong. Like so many "rebound relationships," I found this
new job was even worse than the first! I begged for an
opportunity to come back to my former company. They agreed to
give me an interview. At the same time, I had wanted to attend a
conference and I knew that this second company would not give me
the time off. Since I knew that I would likely be returning to
my company in just a matter of days, I quit.
The problem became, after I came back and interviewed, I didn't
get my old job back.
Now things were really challenging. No job. A daughter attending
a private university and a wife with a life-threatening disease.
Since I quit, I couldn't even apply for unemployment
compensation. I had no money, just a lot of sleepless nights.
THE TURNING POINT
I had a lunch with a someone I once worked with, told him my
predicament and casually mentioned that I was thinking of
starting my own business. He listened and asked, "How much money
do you need to get started?" I hadn't been asking for any money.
Not only did he save me from foreclosure, we have developed a
fabulous friendship that would not have occurred otherwise.
After all, not everything can be measured in dollars and cents.
Fast forward several years . . .
My friend is now working for a large multinational corporation
in town. I would like to work there also, but I figured in this
economy, they must get 1,000 applications for each new position.
Where would I even start to apply?
"It's very simple," my friend told me. "Here's all you need to
do . . ."
I then found out that my former boss from the first company I
mentioned above also works there. He put in a good word for me
with the hiring manager with whom I met with yesterday
afternoon. This could be for my "dream job."
Morals of my story:
Your prayers may not be answered today, this week, this month or
even this year.
They may be answered in ways you don't even expect.
Even if you were the one who made mistakes, God will put people
into your life to help you.
Keep moving forward.
Thank you Sharon Cantrell
Jan Bagwell
GOD BLESS!
May God walk with you thru your dark places .
Author and professional speaker Zig Ziglar has said that he has
been grateful for all of his challenges, because without them,
he would not be the person who he is today.
When I read that, I thought to myself rather cynically, "That's
fine, Mr. Ziglar. But what about the rest of us who struggle
and struggle, with no end in sight? Sure, I would be happy to
put up with these challenges if I knew they would have a fairy-
tale ending like yours did!"
Please let me tell you my story . . .
MISTAKE #1
I had been working for a company that had experienced a number
of reorganizations and managerial changes. I was so frustrated
in my position, I thought "Anything has to be better than this!"
And I left at the first opportunity.
MISTAKE #2
I was wrong. Like so many "rebound relationships," I found this
new job was even worse than the first! I begged for an
opportunity to come back to my former company. They agreed to
give me an interview. At the same time, I had wanted to attend a
conference and I knew that this second company would not give me
the time off. Since I knew that I would likely be returning to
my company in just a matter of days, I quit.
The problem became, after I came back and interviewed, I didn't
get my old job back.
Now things were really challenging. No job. A daughter attending
a private university and a wife with a life-threatening disease.
Since I quit, I couldn't even apply for unemployment
compensation. I had no money, just a lot of sleepless nights.
THE TURNING POINT
I had a lunch with a someone I once worked with, told him my
predicament and casually mentioned that I was thinking of
starting my own business. He listened and asked, "How much money
do you need to get started?" I hadn't been asking for any money.
Not only did he save me from foreclosure, we have developed a
fabulous friendship that would not have occurred otherwise.
After all, not everything can be measured in dollars and cents.
Fast forward several years . . .
My friend is now working for a large multinational corporation
in town. I would like to work there also, but I figured in this
economy, they must get 1,000 applications for each new position.
Where would I even start to apply?
"It's very simple," my friend told me. "Here's all you need to
do . . ."
I then found out that my former boss from the first company I
mentioned above also works there. He put in a good word for me
with the hiring manager with whom I met with yesterday
afternoon. This could be for my "dream job."
Morals of my story:
Your prayers may not be answered today, this week, this month or
even this year.
They may be answered in ways you don't even expect.
Even if you were the one who made mistakes, God will put people
into your life to help you.
Keep moving forward.
Thank you Sharon Cantrell
Jan Bagwell
GOD BLESS!
May God walk with you thru your dark places .
Friday, February 25, 2011
The Rusty Car
The Rusty Car
A car transport trailer pulled up to the house with ten cars.
The driver got out and rang the doorbell. Clad only in a
housecoat and slippers, the owner of the house answered the
door.
"I have two Rolls Royce's, two Ferraris, a Bentley, a Cadillac,
a Mercedes, a Corvette, a Porsche, and an old Impala. All of
the cars are brand new except for the Impala," the driver of the
transport trailer said.
"What are you parked in front of my house for?" the homeowner
asked?
"The cars are for you. You have an anonymous benefactor who
has given you ten cars. There is no charge, there is no
obligation, you don't even have to say thanks. If you don't
want the cars, I can take them back immediately and tell him to
never send you anything again and he won't," said the driver.
The homeowner was both puzzled and excited. Who was this
person? Who in the world would give such valuable gifts without
a single string attached? Looking at the shiny new cars the
excitement grew.
"Will you sign this delivery receipt and this form that gives
you the titles to all of the cars?" the driver asked.
"Sure," the homeowner said. It was like winning the lottery.
With the titles freshly in hand the homeowner went to inspect
the newfound treasures more closely.
"Wow!" the homeowner thought examining each car as they
gleamed and shined in the bright sunlight.
"Magnificent, and I didn't have to pay one dime for them," said
the homeowner.
Then the homeowner approached the Impala. It was old and had
seen its better days decades ago. The paint was rusted. The
tires were worn. It didn't even look like it would run.
"Why in the world did he give me this?" the homeowner wondered.
Then the homeowner began to get angry.
"Does he think that I would drive around in a piece of junk like
that? It's ugly compared to the rest of these fine cars. What
was his purpose in giving me that?"
Just then an older neighbor passed by. He stopped at the
transport truck and admiringly viewed the cars. He inspected
each one carefully, one by one, the Rolls, the Ferraris, but
only the old Impala arrested his attention.
"My goodness, I used to have one of these when I was young," the
old neighbor recalled with a wishful look in his eyes.
Although he admired the other cars, he had no real interest in
them. His eyes were fixed on the Impala. "Would you by any
chance consider selling it? I'll pay you whatever you want for
it."
The anger at the old car was abated as the homeowner thought,
"This is too good to be true. Nine new cars and now someone
wants to buy this piece of junk."
That's the end of this story.
Don't understand it?
It's a parable.
"About what?"
It's about old men and women and a Big God . We sometimes we don’t think like the young generation .
Years have taught us what sin in our lifes cost us . So next time you talk to dad ,mother or Grandfather or grandmother remember . We are just a old Impala , make from best steel this country every made . We been through the test of time , We seen name it and claim it . We seen everything man can come up with .
But we know there only one way , is to be born by the Blood of Jesus , and take his cross and follow him . There are no short cuts . So find yourself a old Impala and listen to what they have to tell you .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
A car transport trailer pulled up to the house with ten cars.
The driver got out and rang the doorbell. Clad only in a
housecoat and slippers, the owner of the house answered the
door.
"I have two Rolls Royce's, two Ferraris, a Bentley, a Cadillac,
a Mercedes, a Corvette, a Porsche, and an old Impala. All of
the cars are brand new except for the Impala," the driver of the
transport trailer said.
"What are you parked in front of my house for?" the homeowner
asked?
"The cars are for you. You have an anonymous benefactor who
has given you ten cars. There is no charge, there is no
obligation, you don't even have to say thanks. If you don't
want the cars, I can take them back immediately and tell him to
never send you anything again and he won't," said the driver.
The homeowner was both puzzled and excited. Who was this
person? Who in the world would give such valuable gifts without
a single string attached? Looking at the shiny new cars the
excitement grew.
"Will you sign this delivery receipt and this form that gives
you the titles to all of the cars?" the driver asked.
"Sure," the homeowner said. It was like winning the lottery.
With the titles freshly in hand the homeowner went to inspect
the newfound treasures more closely.
"Wow!" the homeowner thought examining each car as they
gleamed and shined in the bright sunlight.
"Magnificent, and I didn't have to pay one dime for them," said
the homeowner.
Then the homeowner approached the Impala. It was old and had
seen its better days decades ago. The paint was rusted. The
tires were worn. It didn't even look like it would run.
"Why in the world did he give me this?" the homeowner wondered.
Then the homeowner began to get angry.
"Does he think that I would drive around in a piece of junk like
that? It's ugly compared to the rest of these fine cars. What
was his purpose in giving me that?"
Just then an older neighbor passed by. He stopped at the
transport truck and admiringly viewed the cars. He inspected
each one carefully, one by one, the Rolls, the Ferraris, but
only the old Impala arrested his attention.
"My goodness, I used to have one of these when I was young," the
old neighbor recalled with a wishful look in his eyes.
Although he admired the other cars, he had no real interest in
them. His eyes were fixed on the Impala. "Would you by any
chance consider selling it? I'll pay you whatever you want for
it."
The anger at the old car was abated as the homeowner thought,
"This is too good to be true. Nine new cars and now someone
wants to buy this piece of junk."
That's the end of this story.
Don't understand it?
It's a parable.
"About what?"
It's about old men and women and a Big God . We sometimes we don’t think like the young generation .
Years have taught us what sin in our lifes cost us . So next time you talk to dad ,mother or Grandfather or grandmother remember . We are just a old Impala , make from best steel this country every made . We been through the test of time , We seen name it and claim it . We seen everything man can come up with .
But we know there only one way , is to be born by the Blood of Jesus , and take his cross and follow him . There are no short cuts . So find yourself a old Impala and listen to what they have to tell you .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Thursday, February 24, 2011
My Old Bible
My Old Bible
Through the cover be worn,
And the pages are torn ,
And through places bear tears,
Yet more precious than gold
Is the Book, worn and old ,
That can shatter and scatter my fears .
When I prayerfully look
In the precious old Book ,
Many pleasures and treasures I see;
Many tokens of love ,
From the Father above ,
Who is nearest and dearest to me .
This old Book I is my guide,
‘Tis a friend by my side ,
It will lighten and brighten my way ,
Soothes and gladdens the mind ,
As I read it and heed it today .
To this Book I will cling ,
Of its worth I will sing ,
Though great loses and crosses be mine ;
For I cannot despair ,
Though surrounded by care ,
While possessing this blessing divine .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Through the cover be worn,
And the pages are torn ,
And through places bear tears,
Yet more precious than gold
Is the Book, worn and old ,
That can shatter and scatter my fears .
When I prayerfully look
In the precious old Book ,
Many pleasures and treasures I see;
Many tokens of love ,
From the Father above ,
Who is nearest and dearest to me .
This old Book I is my guide,
‘Tis a friend by my side ,
It will lighten and brighten my way ,
Soothes and gladdens the mind ,
As I read it and heed it today .
To this Book I will cling ,
Of its worth I will sing ,
Though great loses and crosses be mine ;
For I cannot despair ,
Though surrounded by care ,
While possessing this blessing divine .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
God's Wonderful Word
God’s Wonderful Word
Thy Word is like a garden , Lord ,
With flowers bright and fair ;
And every one who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there .
Thy Word is like a deep ,deep mine ;
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depts.
For every searcher there ,
O may I love Thy precious Word ,
May I explore the mine ,
May I its fragrant flowers glean ,
May light upon me shine .
O may I find my armor there ,
There Word my trusty sword ;
I’ll learn to fight with every foe
The bottle of the Lord .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Prayer request , Betty , sister Mary Carpenter sister , please pray for both of them . Please pray for sister Judy Pangborn . And if any of you have a old computer that worked , a disabled person , that lived on limited income broke his . I would be glad to get you in touch with him . Betty Hill need your prayers . Please pray for Julie . Mike Wells and family , Melvin Mobley and his family .
Thy Word is like a garden , Lord ,
With flowers bright and fair ;
And every one who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there .
Thy Word is like a deep ,deep mine ;
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depts.
For every searcher there ,
O may I love Thy precious Word ,
May I explore the mine ,
May I its fragrant flowers glean ,
May light upon me shine .
O may I find my armor there ,
There Word my trusty sword ;
I’ll learn to fight with every foe
The bottle of the Lord .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Prayer request , Betty , sister Mary Carpenter sister , please pray for both of them . Please pray for sister Judy Pangborn . And if any of you have a old computer that worked , a disabled person , that lived on limited income broke his . I would be glad to get you in touch with him . Betty Hill need your prayers . Please pray for Julie . Mike Wells and family , Melvin Mobley and his family .
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Judged Not Worthy
Judged Not Worthy
A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two
survivors were able to make it to the shore of a small deserted
island. With no idea what else to do they agreed they had no
recourse but to pray to God. However, they were divided as to
whose prayer would be more effectual. They agreed finally to
divide the island between them and stay each to his own side of
the island.
The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the
first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the island,
and thus he ate. The other man's parcel of the island remained
barren, and thus he remained hungry.
After a couple of days the first man became lonely so he prayed
for a wife. The next day another ship wrecked and the lone
survivor, a woman swam to his side of the island. The other man
remained without a companion.
Next, the first man prayed for a house, clothes and more food.
The next day all of these miraculously appeared. However the
other man still had nothing.
Finally the first man prayed for rescue for he and his wife.
In the morning there was a ship docked on his side of the
island. He and his wife boarded the ship and left the other man
behind. As the ship was pulling away from the island a voice
from heaven boomed out,
"Why are you leaving that other man on the island?"
The man replied, "Well, Lord, I figured the blessings I prayed
for were mine, and since apparently none of his prayers were
answered he mustn't be worthy."
The Lord rebuked him saying, "Oh my son you are so mistaken, for
you see he only had one prayer, which I answered fully. If not
for that you would not have received the richness of blessings
that you have, you owe him everything."
"Tell me", the man asked, "what did he pray for that I should
give him anything?"
The Lord replied,
"He prayed that all of your prayers would be answered."
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
This is about People we ben praying for
Billy is now in a private room and on the road to recovery. Still having a few problems, but looks like he will fully recover. Thanks for everyone’s prayer, God does work miracles.
Dillon had more test and the doctors are doing research to decide/confirm the diagnosis – early indications have not been good. Dillon still needs your prayers.
Thanks to Brother Mike Wells for reporting back about the people pray for . I alway enjoy what God doing in other lifes .
A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two
survivors were able to make it to the shore of a small deserted
island. With no idea what else to do they agreed they had no
recourse but to pray to God. However, they were divided as to
whose prayer would be more effectual. They agreed finally to
divide the island between them and stay each to his own side of
the island.
The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the
first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the island,
and thus he ate. The other man's parcel of the island remained
barren, and thus he remained hungry.
After a couple of days the first man became lonely so he prayed
for a wife. The next day another ship wrecked and the lone
survivor, a woman swam to his side of the island. The other man
remained without a companion.
Next, the first man prayed for a house, clothes and more food.
The next day all of these miraculously appeared. However the
other man still had nothing.
Finally the first man prayed for rescue for he and his wife.
In the morning there was a ship docked on his side of the
island. He and his wife boarded the ship and left the other man
behind. As the ship was pulling away from the island a voice
from heaven boomed out,
"Why are you leaving that other man on the island?"
The man replied, "Well, Lord, I figured the blessings I prayed
for were mine, and since apparently none of his prayers were
answered he mustn't be worthy."
The Lord rebuked him saying, "Oh my son you are so mistaken, for
you see he only had one prayer, which I answered fully. If not
for that you would not have received the richness of blessings
that you have, you owe him everything."
"Tell me", the man asked, "what did he pray for that I should
give him anything?"
The Lord replied,
"He prayed that all of your prayers would be answered."
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
This is about People we ben praying for
Billy is now in a private room and on the road to recovery. Still having a few problems, but looks like he will fully recover. Thanks for everyone’s prayer, God does work miracles.
Dillon had more test and the doctors are doing research to decide/confirm the diagnosis – early indications have not been good. Dillon still needs your prayers.
Thanks to Brother Mike Wells for reporting back about the people pray for . I alway enjoy what God doing in other lifes .
Monday, February 21, 2011
The Bible in the schools
The Bible in the Schools
I’d to see the Bible placed
Where the Bible used to be ,
Upon the top of the teacher’s desk
For every child to see ;
I’d like to hear the teacher say,
As my teacher used to do ;
“Before we work or play , dear ones ,
I want to read to you .”
I’d like to see the teacher stand
Before the class again
And lift with reverent care the Book
That makes God’s purpose plain ,
And ere the youngsters went to work ,
I’d like to hear her voice
Repeat those words of truth and faith
That makes one’s soul rejoice.
I’d like to see her face light up
At each resplendent word ,
And watch the children’s souls shine out
At the message they had heard ;
I’d like to see the sweet content
Fill that dear room , each nook ,
And know that joy had come to each
When teacher read the Book .
Yes , I’d like to see the Bible placed
Where the Bible used to be ,
I’d like to hear it read aloud
In the class room of the free .
I want my children taught to know
God’s matchless gift of love ,
The Book of books is wisdom’s gate
To that bright home above .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Prayer is the tuning fork which brings me into harmony with God . I still know by faith , that God can and will bring this country back .
I’d to see the Bible placed
Where the Bible used to be ,
Upon the top of the teacher’s desk
For every child to see ;
I’d like to hear the teacher say,
As my teacher used to do ;
“Before we work or play , dear ones ,
I want to read to you .”
I’d like to see the teacher stand
Before the class again
And lift with reverent care the Book
That makes God’s purpose plain ,
And ere the youngsters went to work ,
I’d like to hear her voice
Repeat those words of truth and faith
That makes one’s soul rejoice.
I’d like to see her face light up
At each resplendent word ,
And watch the children’s souls shine out
At the message they had heard ;
I’d like to see the sweet content
Fill that dear room , each nook ,
And know that joy had come to each
When teacher read the Book .
Yes , I’d like to see the Bible placed
Where the Bible used to be ,
I’d like to hear it read aloud
In the class room of the free .
I want my children taught to know
God’s matchless gift of love ,
The Book of books is wisdom’s gate
To that bright home above .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Prayer is the tuning fork which brings me into harmony with God . I still know by faith , that God can and will bring this country back .
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