"Holy, holy, holy, is the LORD GOD
Almighty. Who was, and is and is to come."

REV. 4 : 8.

For behold the LORD cometh with a vengeance
upon this earth and who shall be saved? Who
shall be able to stand before the LORD GOD
almighty? Time on earth is short and it must be
used in good use. It groweth short and yet you
still will not hear MY voice! I have bid thee to
come and dine with ME and I have pleaded
with you to come and leave your wicked ways
behind and to be holy as I AM HOLY, but it
seems that the flesh is stronger than MY
people. They are weak and lazy and they
have no desire to become holy as, I AM HOLY.
They are bereft and afloat like a ship that is
lost and tossed in a storm, at sea. They have
none to steer the wheel, so they are tossed
with the raging tempest and a wreck shall they
become upon the rock of this life, for they
have not allowed ME to be the Captain of
their vessel. They would much rather do things
by themselves. They do not want to rely
upon ME for help and guidance in life.
They feel themselves strong enough for the
task of slaying the sin in their lives and what
has happened? Sin has slain the better part of
MY people and such a piteous cry shall be
heard soon to come from their lips to MY ears
and then shall I rush to do their bidding? I
shall make a judgment at that time, for I know
it is through ignorance that they do not call
upon ME and it is in ignorance that they pray
to other gods and worship false idols of gold,
wood and clay. For they are ignorant of MY
love. They do not know ME or they would not
do such frivolous things in this life...for this life
is limited and on time and they would use all
of their time wisely instead of foolishly..but
through ignorance of the sin of not knowing,
that it is through the Knowledge of the Wisdom
of Understanding of ME and MY word that
they are to be saved. And yet through all of
this and for all of their mistakes in this life do I
love them. And for all of this do I still call them
unto my table to eat and to learn of ME and
MY ways. But short is the time and all who
will, must come soon, for the time is closing
upon this earth's history and soon will be
no more...only eternity and they must decide
where they will spend eternity. Forever with
ME in a holy place of utter contentment or
to be eternally separated from ME and suffer
the pangs of hell prepared for the devil and
his angels. The set time is now...come unto ME
all of you that are tired and hurting and
carrying heavy burdens of sin and allow ME to
enter your heart and take these terrible
burdens that weight your shoulders down and
bow you down to the earth. Come soar with
ME and fly to the highest heavens and learn of
ME and share in MY love and peace forever!
Come, I say, come to your Creator, the ONE
who made you and loves you with a
never-ending love.
(after reading Habakkuk, this came to me)
(A letter from the heart of the FATHER..K.S. 7-11-01)

 Here you will read one of the most beautiful
Angel stories going around the web.
Please share this beautiful story with
others that will be blessed by it also...
GOD bless us everyone! Katie

A beautiful angel fell graciously from the
heavens and landed smoothly upon the
earth which God hath made. The angel
noticed a young woman sitting on a park
bench, her head bent low, her eyes
fixated upon the lightly snow-covered
ground. White pigeons gathered about
her feet in hopes of being offered some
food, but the young woman didn't appear
to have noticed them. The angel had a
special mission she must carry out and
she now knew this mission was to be
carried out through this young woman
before her. She must approach this
young woman with extreme caution and
gentleness. The angel chose to keep her
identity and presence a secret. Disbelief
is most common among those who are
gifted enough to walk God's earth.
She couldn't have that get between the
young lady and her mission today.

The angel got close to the woman without
her taking notice. She noticed the
woman was quite distraught. "A decision
she must make quickly torments her soul,"
the angel pondered. The angel had been
watching over the young woman very
closely for sometime now. She had seen
the events of the woman's life unfold
since the birth of her child. . .a child
she worked so hard to conceive. She
saw the joys that child brought into the
woman's life, and now sees the sadness
that is killing her little by little,
with each passing day.

The angel had questioned her mission
before God, not fully understanding the
purpose of this woman's tragedy. The
angel learned a hard lesson . . one must
never question Gods reasoning. We
should all be thankful for what little
time we are given rather than question
the events along the way. However,
it is completely normal to doubt
Gods ways and converse over the
Faith. He understands.

The young woman's cards lay upon the
table. She must make a choice, a choice
that will effect her for the rest of her life.
She must choose the right card in order
to live her life as God had intended.
The angel was sent down for guidance,
solace, and to instill the faith that once
lived strongly within her. The angel took
her place beside the young woman and
placed her hand upon the young woman's
cold hand. The young woman lifted her
head up, her eyes no longer averted to
the snow covered ground but to the
pigeons that had gathered around her.
Her cold fingers now felt an extreme
warmth. . .as if she had been holding her
hand in front of a blazing fire. Strangely,
she noticed the fingers on her left hand
were cold and numb from the cool air.
Her eyes wandered about her; in front
of her, behind her, and both sides of her,
and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
She did notice a small group of children
skating upon the ice of the pond.
She did not recall the children
being there earlier. Maybe it was
because she did not care to notice.

The angel got up and stood behind
the young woman, wrapped both her
arms around the young woman and
hugged her tightly. The young woman
felt a deep warmth spread through out
her body. . . a certain warmth she had
not felt in months. A warmth she had
not felt since she held her four year old
daughter in her arms. Tears began to
well up in the corner of her eyes as
certain memories wandered within her
mind freely. Memories she tried to
block out from time to time...The angel
sensed her weakness, her pain, and her
sorrow and grasped the young woman
so tightly she could feel the woman's
heart beating. The young woman
squirmed her seat as she felt a strong
pull within her. She felt a burning
sensation evolve through the whole upper
half of her body and spread widely
within her. Her heart thumped wildly
as she realized she was being watched.

She looked about her once again,
expecting to see a stranger towering
behind her. Still, she did not notice
anything out of the ordinary. The same
group of children were still skating
on the pond. Comfort washed over her as
she watched the children skate happily
across the pond. Their arms flailed
wildly about them as their legs moved
fast from side to side. Laughter echoed
loudly in her ears, their smiling faces
brought a smile to her own face and she
began to feel delight as she watched.

Children are really a true miracle of life
and to be part of giving a child life is a
special gift. Upon watching the children
in delight and feeling a sudden love and
warmth, a certain fulfillment to an empty
black space she has lived in for three
months, she suddenly felt relieved in some
way. She now knew what she must
do. . .what she desired to do.

The young woman stood on her feet
and briskly walked back to the hospital,
where her daughter waited for her
patiently. The angel followed the young
woman to make sure the mission would
be carried out. When the young woman
arrived, she noticed the couple she had
met a few weeks ago. They sat in the
patient waiting room, all holding hands
and softly praying for a miracle. The
young woman wanted to walk over to
them and reassure them they will have
their miracle but first she must look at
her daughter one last time.

She slowly entered her daughter's room,
stood in the doorway and looked at the
machine that was keeping her physically
alive. She heavily sighed, silently prayed
to God, asking him to give her strength as
she slowly walked over to her daughter.
Her daughter lay so helpless in the crib,
her eyes were open. She looked like a
china doll with glass inset eyes. The
young woman bent down and placed a
kiss upon her daughter's cheek. She
grabbed her tiny hand and caressed her
small fingers with her own, as she spoke
softly to her child.

Every time she had done this, she had
hoped it would bring her daughter back,
but too much time had passed. The young
woman now realized she is only prolonging
her daughter's departure, prolonging the
couple's daughter's illness, only to satisfy
her own need that can no longer truly
be fulfilled. The angel takes her place at
the other side of the young woman's
daughter. Her own heart aches while
she watches a mother say goodbye to her
child. The tears streamed down the young
woman's cheeks, a half smile curls upon
her lips as she speaks her last words, and
kisses her daughters cheek one last time.
The young woman then walks out the
door to find the doctor and talk to the
couple who await anxiously. The angel
remained at the child's bedside. It would
soon be time to direct the child's soul
up into the heavens.

Upon hearing her news, the couple
graciously and lovingly hugged the young
woman. Tears of joy filled their eyes but
a certain sadness was in the air. To
trade one life for another did not seem
fair. But the young woman accepted it
because she knew her child would still
live on, even perhaps only through
another child. The young woman left the
couple's side to return to her daughter.

The doctor met her in her daughters
room, looked at the woman one last time
to make sure she was sure of her decision.
The woman nodded her head, and the
doctor unplugged the machine. The child's
chest rose slowly, then dropped down-
ward. The young mother had hopes of
her daughter breathing on her own, but
she then understood it was not possible
any longer. She held her daughter's hand
tightly as she took her last breath.

The young woman left her daughter's
bedside and stood in front of the door.
She looked longingly one last time and
noticed a gleam of light shining brightly
upon where she had just stood a moment
ago. The young woman stepped closer to
the form of light and saw a woman with
long golden hair and lovely wings
protruding from her back. She gasped
and clutched her heart as she realized
she was looking in the eyes of an angel.
She looked at the doctor but the doctor
was busy preparing her daughter's body.

Her eyes gazed once more at the gleaming
light and beside the angel stood her
daughter. Her daughter smiled brightly
as she held the angel's hand. Finally at
peace with herself and her decision,
she returned her daughter's smile. The
angel felt the woman's peace, strongly felt
her faith reinforced once again, so she
and the child faded away, destined for
the heavens at last. The young woman
left the doctor to do what he must.
To perform his miracle for another
family, using her daughter's heart.
{AUTHOR UNKNOWN} 
 
Do You Act Or React?

I walked with my friend, a Quaker, to the news
stand the other night, and he bought
a paper, thanking the newsie politely. The newsie
didn't even acknowledge it.

"A sullen fellow, isn't he?", I asked.
"Oh, he's that way every night", shrugged my friend.
"Then why do you continue to be so
polite to him?", I asked.
"Why not?", inquired my friend. "Why
should I let him decide how I'm
going to act?"

As I thought about this incident later,

it occurred to me that the important word
was "act". My friend acts towards people;
most of us react toward them.
He has a sense of inner balance
which is lacking in most of us---
he knows who he is, what he stands for,
how he should behave. He refuses to return
incivility, because then he would no longer be
in command of his own conduct.

When we are enjoined in the Bible to return
good for evil, we look upon this as a moral
injunction---which it is. But it is also a
psychological prescription for our emotional
health. Nobody is unhappier than the
perpetual reactor. His center of emotional
gravity is not rooted within himself, where it
belongs, but in the world outside him.

His spiritual temperature is always being
raised or lowered by the social climate
around him, and he is a mere creature at
the mercy of these elements.
Praises give him a feeling of euphoria,
which is false, because it does not last
and it does not come from self-approval.
Criticism depresses him more than it
should, because it confirms his own secretly
shaky opinion of himself. Snubs hurt him,
and the merest suspicion of unpopularity
in any quarter rouses him to bitterness.

A serenity of spirit cannot be achieved until
we become the masters of our own
action and attitudes. To let another determine
whether we shall be rude or gracious, elated
or depressed, is to relinquish control over our
own personalities, which is ultimately all we
possess. The only true possession,
is self-possession.

Author Unknown

Lockets by Terri's Treasures

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