od's plan for one man is peace, love and understanding. In a world that
grows cold and corrupt, this man finds himself lost, confused and
discouraged; often amazed at what he see in his many walks in this journey
of life. He often finds it hard to deal with the trials that face him
along the way, so he starts to pray, "Dear Lord give me your peace, your
love, and above all give me understanding, that only comes from You
heavenly Father." One man alone can never know his true destiny, without
first knowing his spiritual Father. Once a man realizes that the
peace that claims his soul and soothes his mind comes from one source,
and that source is God, then and only then does his journey become
easier.
As a New Year begins, and an old year ends I ask the Lord for forgiveness of my sins as my new journey begins. As He looks down on me his light begins to shine leading me upward to a peaceful journey so divine. Heed not past failure, but strive for the prize, aiming for goals fit for His holy eyes.
can say that my everyday hero can really be anyone, he or she doesn't
have to be a king, queen. I truly can say my hero can be you or anyone I
see on a daily basis. My hero could be that person at work that helps
others at their job when they are done with their duties. The one that goes
to the soup kitchen to help fed the hungry each week. They can be someone
who cuts the elderly person's grass down the street without charging or even
letting them know who did it. In my opinion you can be a hero in many
ways. Show someone you care, by doing little things for him or her. There
are so many people in today's world that need heroes in their lives, to give
them the strength to go on, to show them that there's a lot out there for
them to grab onto to become something, so they as well can be someone's hero.
The next time you see someone who needs a helping hand, pitch in and become
someone's hero or even your own hero, and watch the feeling you get from
giving out love. So let's all be someone's hero today.
here are everyday heroes. There's Rambo; there's your father, your mother,
or even your bestfriend. But the most of all there's an everlasting hero,
and many people don't thank him enough for being our almighty hero. They
think he's only to be praised or talked about in church, or on
religious means; but if it weren't for him we would not be living or waking
up every morning.
He says, "He will never forsake us." He says, "We will be healed by his stripes," and he says, "No weapons formed against us shall prosper."
He says, "If you believe in him, he will embellish you when he comes, and give you the gift of eternal life." He says, "No one gets to his father except by him." His Father and himself are one.
We did not choose him, he chose us. He did not save the world, he died to wash our sins away with his sacred blood, and to receive those living in sin.
The world is in sin. You have a choice to be with our heavenly father, or burn forever in hell. Belief, Trust, Faith, and Love is all you need to walk in the light of our heavenly father.
Without him we are nothing. If you don't know him then get on your knees; I say get on your knees; because, that represents you touching the hem of his sacred garment. And crying out to him to be saved. Prayer is the most powerful praise you can give him.
When we pray, even if you don't pray out loud, you can pray in your heart, or just say, "Thank you, Jesus" for all things and believe that he's already blessed you. He will be looking down on you from where he sits at the right hand of his father, the almighty, and Jesus will be smiling down on you saying, "That's my child." Thank him for all things in his name; good or bad.
He says, "Be still and know that I am Lord."
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. To all who believe. Always remember that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Have you thanked our Hero today?
He's not about talk; he's about all power.
he Webster Dictionary defines hero as a person that shows great courage,
or a person who is admired for his or her achievements and qualities. And
for that reason I consider Nan Brown as my everyday hero. She is a woman
with many skills. She is a counselor, pastor, mentor and a teacher.
As a pastor, Nan is down to earth but firm in her beliefs. She is a God fearing lady, one who places Christ first in her life. She makes you believe that if you have God in your life then everything will work out for the best, you just have to believe. She often says that God never puts on you more than you can handle. So whatever He puts on you He knows you can handle.
As a mentor, she gives advice whenever it is needed. She is about the business of helping others. She will go out of her way to help someone else who is in despair, dismayed and disheartened.
As a teacher, she encourages you to do the best of your abilities, and she won't take anything less than your best. When you feel that you can not go on and you want to give up, she tells you that you have come too far. There is no reason you should give up on yourself because she hasn't given up on you, and she is with you all the way until you accomplish the goals that you have set for yourself.
I am very proud to know this lady and to have her on my side. When I think that I can't bear the problems of the world, I know that all I have to do is call her and she will give me the encouragement that I need. So once again I say to you when I think about the word "hero" I immediately think of Nan Brown.
y grandpa's name is Willie. He passed away a year and a half ago at the
age of 82. I want to start off first by saying, he was one of the greatest
men I've ever had the privilege of knowing. He wasn't a wealthy man, he was
a sawyer at a sawmill for 42 years. It was hard work, but he loved it. He
loved it so much that when a man we know was building his new home, he
asked grandpa to saw the lumber for it. Grandpa said yes. He was 75 years old
at the time. The man would come pick Grandpa up and he would go saw for a
couple hours, then come home and rest and then go back to work. Grandpa
loved his work and his family.
He and my granny were married for 42 years 'til her death in 1979. They had six children, three boys and three girls. My mom is their youngest daughter, and after my granny passed on, he moved in with us. He always helped take care of us (my brother and me). When Grandpa moved in with us, Mom got a job. She worked at night. Our daddy was a truck driver, so he was gone all week. So that's when Grandpa started watching us.
He used to come meet us at the school bus, and walk us home. I remember one day when it was just me and Grandpa walking down the driveway, I stepped on something. I thought it was a piece of grass until it started moving. It was a green snake. I got so scared I thought I was going to faint. Grandpa started laughing at me, but then he told me it wouldn't hurt me. That day everybody came over, he told about that snake! We had a lot of fun times together like that. Even when my brother and I became teens, we still used to spend a lot of time with Grandpa.
You know a lot of teenagers don't like to hang out with older people, but I did. Grandpa and I always went places together and we talked about everything. When I needed advice I went to him, even if it was about guys. He always listened and gave me his honest opinion and most of the time he was right. I've always had a lot of friends that came over and every one of them called him Grandpa. It wasn't just the kids, even the adults did. Everyone did. My friends even came to him for advice, and he would always sit and listen to them. Everyone loved Grandpa, especially the kids in the neighborhood. He taught two of my cousins and one of my best friends how to throw a curve ball. You should've seen it -- a 70 year old man out in the yard playing with 12 year old boys. Everyone who knew him learned something from him. He was a great influence on all of us.
Then one day he got sick. We found out there was something wrong with his heart, then his kidneys. Then we found he had an aneurysm in his stomach. He still got around really good though, except for the days he had dialysis for his kidneys. That made him very weak. When he got home we made him something to eat and then he would go rest. He really did extremely well for awhile considering all his health problems. Then one day he got so sick we had to take him to the hospital. They said it was his aneurysm growing and there was nothing they could do. So on Saturday, he came home. He was in a lot of pain then. We took care of him, instead of him taking care of us like he always did. I always told him if he woke up at night in pain he was to wake me up. I didn't want him by himself. Then 4 days after he came home, my mom came and woke me up and told me Grandpa was gone. She came home from work and found him in his favorite chair at the kitchen table with his pain medicine right beside him.
I think about that night and that is the worst feeling I've ever felt in my life. I hope I never have to feel it again. I also think about him being alone. It breaks my heart to think he had to die alone after he had always been there for everyone else. I still wonder why he didn't wake me up like I told him. I guess he didn't want his granddaughter to see him go. He will always live on in all our hearts. He has six children, 17 grandchildren, 23 great-grandchildren, and one great, great grandchild. So, he will never be forgotten. Well, I guess this will be the end of my story. Well one more thing, I love you Grandpa forever.
hen I was 38 years old, I was working on my 1974 Buick.
I had the car jacked up and had gotten under the car to tighten some
bolts. My car slipped off the jack and started to roll back.I felt trapped and I was scared to death! There was no one around!
Then all of a sudden, the mailman showed up and helped to lift the car off me.
I was hurt on my shoulder, but I was very lucky. Every time I think of the car falling I get frightened. But I thank the Lord that He sent the mailman down the street at that time. I praise the Lord everyday and thank Him for the blessings He gives me.
here are people who constantly talk about the bad things
that happen to them, and they have such a negative view of life. Many times
I ask, "Why do they feel and talk so down?" Some say, "I'm having such
a hard time and it seems like nothing's going right. I will always be in
this rut!"Well, this I say to those people: "Life is not always easy, especially to some people. Everyone's life is a challenge to do good or to do bad, to give up or to go on in spite of the present experiences." These experiences can make us stronger when we look at them in a positively perspective way.
We must persevere through adversity. With God's grace we can make it. Achieving goals comes by not giving up, by believing and trusting in God!
ho is a hero? What makes a person a hero? Can a hero be old or young, male
or female? My hero is kind and loving, humorist and storyteller. He is a
strong shoulder to lean on and a soft pillow to sleep with. He has strong
family values, and his love for me and our three kids is unquestionable.His strong family ties come from a loving grandmother, who raised him from a little boy to his midteens. And if you ever sit down with him and look into his brown eyes you can see and feel the love he has for her.
He always likes to tell stories about his childhood. He is also one of the greatest storytellers of all time. There's one story that sticks in my mind. He said when he was about nine years old he was coming from the barn and stepped on a rusty nail. And one of his grandma's home remedies was to smoke his foot over a bucket of rags for about five minutes. Now I'm not sure what smoke does for a rusty nail, but you can be sure of one thing, you went to bed that night with smokey toes! It must have worked because my hero is still here.
My hero has many hobbies. One of them is repairing old cars. You know, in the last month he has repaired John Martin twice! Oh, John Martin is my daughter's car. Please don't ask! But, here is a hint: the buck stops here. He tells her that John now has personality. Ha, ha.
In case you haven't guessed who my hero is, let me give you a hint. He's tall, dark, and handsome. That's right: tall, dark and handsome. Have you ever met an ugly hero?
What makes him a hero? My Russell is like a solid rock! He's always been there for me and no matter what comes and goes Russell is always the same. No matter when I need him, he's there. And his grumbles, moans and groans are his ways of saying, "Honey, I love you!" And over the years he has become more than a husband. He's my best friend, confidant, and soulmate. In my book that makes him my hero!
y everyday hero is the secretary at Jack Jouett Middle
School. She has worked for the Middle School for 20 years. She is a good
person. She likes to see people happy. She is always picking up some one
who is down. Some of us would not know what to do if she was not there.One day at school there was a little girl who couldn't get into her locker. She went to Mrs. Harlow crying. Mrs. Harlow asked her what was wrong. She said she needed help with her locker. The lock had jammed and her combination would not work. She was also late for class. She was very upset.
Mrs. Harlow asked me to come to the office. I took my master key and opened the lock for her. The girl smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wells."
Mrs. Harlow is always giving her all to help some one. I think she is an angel sent to earth to make some one's life better.
e got married when we were 26 and 18 years old. By the time
I was 21 we had 3 children. We have lived in the area all our lives. At
age 21, I became very ill from childbirth. My mother helped me raise the
children and my husband has taken care of me all these years until recently
when I was blessed with the help of an aide coming into my home. My husband
cooked cleaned and loved me like no other. After 43 years of illness, he's
still with me and takes good care of me. He has such a sweet disposition and
attitude towards me and I love him dearly for being such a loving and
devoted husband, father and friend. My children are good to me too. I love
them very much but not like him! Sometimes I think he gets tired but never
has he let me know it because this man knows how to show his true love and
feelings toward me. I love him and thank God for him every day. We've been
married 46 years, and it seems like yesterday -- but yesterday's gone.
n today's fast-paced society, we regard heroes as someone
who has performed deeds beyond human capability. However, everyone cannot be
a James Bond or a Superman; therefore, it is just as important to be a
friend.A person can be a hero within his or her own community. While values and ideas have changed, a person who respects his neighbors, is willing to help in a time of need, and knows when not to become involved in the business and/or affairs of his neighbors might also be regarded as a hero.
Each summer we raise a small garden. If we are blessed with the right balance of sunshine and rain, we harvest more than we need to can or freeze. When there is a surplus, we are glad to be able to share vegetables with neighbors who do not have a garden of their own.
Also, it is important to give and not to expect something in return. Just knowing that someone else has been helped through one's caring and sharing is a reward in itself. We do not consider ourselves as heroes. We are just friends and good neighbors who might also need the help and support of others at any time in our lives.
e are in a little
town in Virginia named Charlottesville. It
is a sunny and warm day in March. In the pavement area of the "Red Bird Cafe,"
James, a U.V.A. student, is enjoying his Sunday brunch.Suddenly, he looks at the church, just across from the restaurant, and sees a poor man in rags sitting cross-legged in front of the church door. Close to him are an empty bowl and a notice where is written: "Born blind." Everybody passes quickly, without a glance at him. Not even a cent is in the bowl.
In front of his appetizing breakfast, James feels increasingly guilty. He finishes his meal quickly, pays the bill, and crosses the street to meet the blind man. He knows he has to do something to help him, but what? Giving him money is not enough; James would like to do something more. Therefore he asks the poor man if he can change the inscription on the notice. The man agrees, and the young boy starts writing. Then, when he is done, he leaves rapidly.
A few minutes later, "Gling-Gling! Gling!" The coins begin to ring in the bowl again and again. Very puzzled, the blind man asks a passer-by what is written on the notice. The woman reads: "In a few days, the spring will be coming, the dogwoods will be covered by amazing, white flowers, the blue and red birds will fly, singing, in the blue sky. The whole of nature will become covered by thousands of colors; I will never see these beauties. For me, everything was, is, and will be black."
In the woman's sighted eyes and in the blind man's empty eyes, the same tears are running.
'm so excited writing about wonderful moments that happened
in my family's life. It's a good opportunity to share with others the truth
about something that seems a tale. I know it will be hard, but I have
accepted the challenge.I would like to start when my husband decided to come to the U.S.A. One day he said, "I have to make a hard decision. Our economic situation is terrible. I know it will be hard for all of us, but I think it's the best way. I'm going to the USA. I have friends there, and I hope they will help me find jobs in order that I can earn money faster than I can here. It will take about three years."
My heart was broken, and I suffered a lot, my mind stopped for a moment. I couldn't say anything. I think our children were in the same situation. I prayed to God for help day and night. I had faith in Him, and I knew He was the only one who could take care of all of us.
After a few weeks, my husband got his visa and he was ready to travel to the USA. During the time he was with us, we explained to our children that this travel was necessary because he needed a better job to make more money. We were praying together to God, and I think He gave us peace and a strong united family.
In October 1990, my husband came to the USA with other relatives and friends. When he arrived in Miami he started calling friends immediately, but nobody answered. He insisted on trying to get the telephone number of his best friend Daniel. He could not find it in the telephone directory. Then he thought maybe in Washington, DC he could find some addresses in the Library of Congress. The next day he called the operator asking for help and she gave him Daniel's phone number. He called Daniel and what a surprise! Daniel asked my husband, "Where are you, and how did you get this phone number?" My husband said, "I'm in DC, and the operator gave it to me." Daniel said, "It's okay, but this number is unlisted and nobody is supposed to get it except through me." After a few minutes, Daniel invited my husband to visit him. The next day he was at his home. Daniel and his wife, Dora, received him with open arms showing their pleasure in having my husband with them after 20 years.
They talked for many hours. My husband explained to them all the financial problems that we had. Daniel said, "I want to help you, don't worry, everything will be OK. You can live with us until you are ready to rent a room or small apartment. I have a friend who owes me a favor, now it's time to ask him to find you a job. I know he will find something for you." The next day Daniel called his friend asking for that favor. His friend said, "Oh yes! It will be a pleasure to help Raul. Please give me a few days and I will call you back as soon as I can."
Four days later his friend called back saying, "I have good news. I have a job for Raul, he can start this coming Monday." My husband was so happy. He called us saying, "I have a job." We were so excited because in only five days my husband had started to work. What a blessing from God!! My children and I went to church to give thanks.
That same day Daniel offered Raul one of his cars. He gave him the key and said, "Use my car until you have enough money to buy one." But after five days Daniel came with another car for Raul. He said, "I bought this car for you at a good price." My husband said, "I don't have the money to pay you." Daniel answered, "You will pay me." What a blessing, don't you think?
Daniel continued helping Raul by looking for a friend who could rent him a room or small apartment, and he found an inexpensive one. My husband moved to a small apartment. He continued visiting Daniel and his family, also going to the same church. He worked so hard, doing his best every day.
After four months Daniel asked Raul about his debt and how much he needed to pay it off. Raul said that it was a lot of money, but Daniel insisted upon knowing the amount. My husband started to think that after selling the house, the car and other things, maybe it would be close to twelve thousand dollars. At that moment, Daniel wrote a check saying, "Take it, send it to your wife in order for her to pay your debts." My husband couldn't say anything. He never thought that Daniel would give him money, since he had never suggested borrowing money from him or any other friend. Raul said, "Daniel, it's too much. How can I repay you." He said, "You will pay me." I was in shock after I heard that offer: WOW! What a blessing!
Raul sent me the check and I paid our debts. I sold the house, the car and other things. At that time my mom offered me and my children her home and we lived with her. I was so thankful for every person who had waited patiently for our money and, of course, for Daniel and his family for all the support and help that they provided.
Daniel again asked Raul, "How about your family? It is time to think of them. They must come here with you because a family needs to be together." He bought our tickets and gave them to Raul, saying "Send these tickets. I want to meet your family." Raul said, "I don't have money to pay you." Daniel said, "You will pay me." When I received that news I started to cry saying, "THANKS, OH GOD! You are blessing us again and again."
I went to the Embassy and got our visas, and we were ready to be together as a normal family. Thanks to God and the people who contributed with prayers and helped us in so many different ways.
Now we are living together very happily, in peace, full of joy, giving thanks to God every day because we have been able to repay Daniel. What a blessing! God bless you, Daniel, and your family, too.
y hero, Danny Carter, is one of the great ones. I like to
hear this ex-war-hero tell stories, even though a lot of people think he
stretches the truth a little. But I still believe him.There was the time he was carrying a wounded soldier across the battlefield after his Jeep blew up. It was a bad thing that happened, but my hero has just about done it all, including jumping out of and flying airplanes. He also handled special documents while serving in Vietnam.
Oh, yeah, and then there was the time that he shot and killed a bear with a 9mm handgun after the bear knocked away his shotgun. I hope you can see now why I called Danny Carter my hero (or maybe just a real good friend.)