09/16/2008
THE DUCK AND THE DEVIL
Hello Girls,
Things have been very busy around here, which is part of the reason we have been posting so little on here. Nastya has had her hands full with college, high school, music lessons, etc. so I’ve volunteered to take over the devotionals for the time being. Here is a great story that was sent to me by a minister in Tampa, FL – pay attention to the message! Even though the devil tries to get us cast down and discouraged, God is always there waiting!
~Miss Felecia V
THE DUCK AND THE DEVIL
A LITTLE BOY WAS VISITING his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back home for dinner. As he was walking back when he saw Grandma’s pet duck.
JUST OUT OF IMPULSE, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it.
HE WAS SHOCKED and grieved!
IN A PANIC, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.
AFTER LUNCH THE NEXT DAY, Grandma said, “Sally, let’s wash the dishes.” But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.” Then she whispered to him, “Remember the duck?”
SO JOHNNY did the dishes.
LATER THAT DAY, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing, and Grandma said, “I’m sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.” Sally just smiled and said, “Well that’s all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help.” She whispered again, “Remember the duck?”
SO SALLY WENT FISHING and Johnny stayed to help.
AFTER SEVERAL DAYS of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally’s, he finally couldn’t stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck.
GRANDMA KNELT DOWN, gave him a hug, and said,
“SWEETHEART, I KNOW.”
“YOU SEE, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you.”
“I WAS JUST WONDERING how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.”
* * * * * * * * * * *
WHATEVER IS IN YOUR PAST, whatever you have done that the devil keeps throwing it up in your face . . . (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.)…
WHATEVER IT IS, you need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven.
HE’S JUST WONDERING how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.
THE GREAT THING about God is that when you ask for forgiveness, He not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by God’s grace and mercy that we are saved.
ALWAYS REMEMBER - God is at the window! When Jesus died on the cross; he was thinking of you!
“TEMPTATIONS of course, cannot be avoided, but because we cannot prevent the birds from flying over our heads, there is no need that we should let them nest in our hair.”
-Martin Luther (1483-1546)
09/06/2008
MOVING THE MOUNTAIN
I thought this story was really cute and had some good lessons in it. It is taken from my younger sister’s 3rd grade reader (published by Christian Light) for school. I hope it’s not too long for you all to read! 
~Felecia
MOVING THE MOUNTAIN
“If ye have faith . . . ye shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; it shall be done.” ~ Matthew 21:21
TWENTY LITTLE GIRLS had finished supper in an orphanage in India.
NOW THEY SAT on the floor clustered around the missionary. Sister Frances always read from the Bible and prayed with them before bedtime.
“GIRLS, LISTEN to these words of Jesus: ‘Verily I say unto you, If ye have faith, and doubt not . . . YE SHALL SAY UNTO THIS MOUNTAIN, BE THOU REMOVED, AND BE THOU CAST INTO THE SEA; it shall be done. And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.’”
MONA RAISED her hand.
“DOES THAT MEAN our mountain? If we tell it to be removed and cast into the sea, will God remove it like it says in that verse?”
ALL THE ORPHANS knew what Mona meant by “our” mountain.
THE ORPHANAGE WAS BUILT on the side of a mountain above the sea. “Our” mountain was really only a small peak on the top. But it rose so steeply west of the building that the sun disappeared behind it early in the afternoon. The orphanage lay in its cold shadow for hours before the day was actually over.
WARMTH FROM THE SUN all afternoon would mean so much to the orphanage. But there stood the mountain.
SISTER FRANCES looked at Mona.
“COULD GOD MOVE our mountain, Sister Frances?” asked the little girl again. “Isn’t that what Jesus said in that verse?”
“YES, THAT IS WHAT Jesus said, and God certainly can move our mountain,” the missionary assured her.
“WELL THEN, LET’S ALL PRAY that He will,” cried the girls. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we had sunshine all day long?”
“INDEED IT WOULD,” agreed Sister Frances fervently. “But we do not know if it is God’s will for the mountain to be removed. We will ask Him to remove the mountain only if it is His will. Then we must be satisfied with what He decides.”
SO ALL THE GIRLS prayed and Sister Frances prayed.
“NOW IT IS bedtime, girls,” said the teacher.
THEN MONA SAID, “Wait. Jesus said we must TELL the mountain to be removed. Come, girls, we must tell it like it says in the verse.”
MONA WENT to the west window and opened it. The other girls clustered around her. Together they shouted out to the black wall of the mountain,
“BE THOU REMOVED, and be thou cast into the sea!”
THEN THEY CLOSED the window and went off to bed wondering if the mountain would be gone in the morning.
* * * * * * * *
“SISTER FRANCES, THE MOUNTAIN IS STILL THERE,” announced the girls at breakfast the next morning.
“YES, I NOTICED,” replied the missionary with a smile. “Does the verse say how SOON God would remove the mountain?”
“NO, IT DOESN’T. We must not doubt, but keep on praying. We must keep on telling it to move until it does,” the girls decided.
“IF IT IS God’s will,” reminded Sister Frances.
“YES, IF IT is His will,” agreed all the girls.
* * * * * * * *
THAT DAY, THE GIRLS decided to help answer their prayer.
THEY TOOK BUCKETS up the mountain and filled them with stones and dirt. Then they carried them down and emptied them over the high bank below the orphanage. They worked at this for about an hour and came in hot, dirty, and exhausted.
“SISTER FRANCES, all that work didn’t help a bit,” they reported. “God will have to remove the mountain ALL BY HIMSELF.”
SO THEY STOPPED trying to move the mountain. But they kept praying fervently every evening and morning.
AND EVERY NIGHT they clustered around the west window and called out to the mountain,
“BE THOU REMOVED, and be thou cast into the sea.”
THEN CAME THE EXCITEMENT of helping Sister Frances prepare to leave for a missionary conference at Bombay. She would be gone for almost a month. As they waved good-bye, they reminded her to keep praying about the mountain.
* * * * * * * *
A FEW DAYS AFTER SHE LEFT, there came a knock on the door of the orphanage.
THE MAN WHO STOOD THERE said, “I have come from the British government. The sea has been washing away the land on the other side of the mountain. A lot of the shore has washed away. We would like your permission to level off the mountain behind your orphanage and use the rocks to fill in the land and build up the shoreline. Would you give us permission to do that?”
IT DID NOT TAKE LONG for permission to be given and the necessary papers signed.
IN A FEW DAYS bulldozers arrived. Then the delighted girls heard blasting, and the drone of huge trucks and earth-moving machines.
DAY AFTER DAY, LONG LINES of trucks inched down the mountain carrying away tons of rocks and earth. Little by little the top of the mountain disappeared.
MONA AND HER FRIENDS no longer prayed for the mountain to be removed, for they could see God answering their prayer every day. Now they just fervently thank Him over and over.
BUT IN THE EVENING after prayer time they could not resist opening the window and shouting,
“BE THOU REMOVED, and be thou cast into the sea!”
* * * * * * * *
THEY COULD HARDLY WAIT until Sister Frances came back.
AT THE SAME TIME, they hoped she would not come before the mountain really was gone.
THE AFTERNOON SHE ARRIVED at the train station, they all went to meet her. After the glad greetings were over, Mona said, “We have a surprise, so you must be blindfolded until we reach home.”
OF COURSE, Sister Frances could not imagine what the surprise was.
AT THE ORPHANAGE they led her to the west window and removed the blindfold. Sister Frances blinked in astonishment in the warm sunshine.
“WHY – WHY – WHERE . . . THE MOUNTAIN!” she gasped. “It’s gone!”
THE GIRLS LAUGHED joyously. They clustered around her, all talking at once, trying to tell everything that had happened.
“WE TOLD THE MOUNTAIN to leave and be cast into the sea and that’s exactly what happened,” said one.
“AREN’T YOU GLAD it was God’s will?” said another.
“NOW WE GET the warm sunshine all afternoon,” said a third.
SISTER FRANCES was almost too astonished to say a word.
* * * * * * * *
THAT EVENING at devotions, Mona asked, “Sister Frances, would you please read that verse again?”
SO THE MISSIONARY READ,
“VERILY I SAY UNTO YOU, ‘If ye have faith, and doubt not . . . ye shall say unto this mountain, BE THOU REMOVED, AND BE THOU CAST INTO THE SEA; it shall be done. And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.”
THAT NIGHT no one talked to the mountain because it had truly been cast into the sea.
08/11/2008
THE QUIET HOUR
Hello Girls!
This devotional excerpt is taken from a wonderful book called BEAUTIFUL GIRLHOOD, by Mabel Hale. It is highly recommended! I read this book nearly every day with my Bible when I have my personal devotions. In church, you receive much help and encouragement, but often I have wished for just one sermon that would explain how I should behave as a young person. This book fits the place exactly, describing the life a godly girl should live. Highly recommended to all!:-)
~Nastya Andreyevna
THE QUIET HOUR
“Commune with your own heart… and be still.”* (Psalm 4:4)
HAVE YOU LEARNED the value of a quiet hour?
IT MAY NOT BE AN HOUR literally, of sixty minutes, but it is a season away from the rush and whirl of the day, when you may get your bearings and know where you are. We live in an age when everyone is in a hurry, and the girl of our homes does not escape the rush. From morning till night, week in and week out, her hands are full of work and play. If she is an ordinarily energetic girl, practically every moment will be taken up with something to do, somewhere to go, or someone to see.
WHEN WE WORK too long or too hard our bodies become weary.
WHEN WE THINK or study or read too much our minds become tired, and when things do not go right, and all our efforts will not pull them straight, our spirits get worn. From all these wearinesses the quiet hour is a blessed balm.
IF THE BODY IS TIRED, to step aside to a quiet place and find a comfortable chair or couch to stretch out our weary body and let it relax to the very toes and finger tips, and there to lie till the tangled nerves straighten, resting, simply resting, will bring back vigor and strength again.
THERE ARE SOME SIMPLE secrets in resting the body that are well to remember.
TO LIE DOWN a few moments upon the back with every part of the body possible touching the couch, just as an infant relaxes to rest, and remain but ten minutes will refresh the body more than half an hour or more sitting in a chair, or lying curled up on a couch or bed. Learn to relax if you would rest.
WHEN THE MIND is tired, let the books or problems be put aside, and go to the quiet room, or, better still, into the great outdoors, and there think only of those things that are pleasant and in tune with the quiet and peaceful surroundings. Soon the thickness will disappear and the feeling of stupidity give place to clear, active thinking, and you will be rested.
BUT THE QUIET HOUR is best for the wearied spirit.
THE GIRL GETS INTO THIS spirit-weary condition more often than some suppose. Plans are broken or frustrated, work that is unpleasant and entirely undesirable has to be done, misunderstandings come between her and her mother or others, she is reproved or actually scolded—oh, there are many things to set a girl crosswise with the world about her! And if a girl is trying to do right and is endeavoring to follow Christ in her daily life, she will look with alarm at the surging thoughts and feelings that seem set to overwhelm her. Possibly in the pressure of vexations she has spoken harshly or imprudently, and that adds to her agitation. It is now that a little season in quietness will do her good.
LET HER GET AWAY from everyone if possible, and the door shut so that she is entirely alone, and then have a sober talk with herself.
LET HER REST her body a bit if she needs it, and quiet her thoughts. There will be something in the very quietness of the place that will soothe her ruffled spirits. As soon as she is quieted, let her pray and then think quietly and soberly. Though everything seems in a turmoil at first, soon it will begin to calm down with her own spirits, and order will come out of chaos.
A WISE MOTHER WILL if possible provide opportunities for her children to be alone so that each one will learn how to fall back upon himself for counsel and entertainment. If little people, when they get all worked up and out of humor, were more often sent away to think it out by themselves, many a hard time could be passed smoothly. But now that the girl has come to older years, let her learn to be wise and have her quiet hour.
THOSE WHO WOULD KEEP keep their spirits in rest and quietness should not wait till driven to seek rest and quiet from every vexation of spirit, but should make a practice of going aside and giving a portion of every day for going aside and giving a portion of every day for meditation, contemplation, and prayer.
PRAYER IS MORE than the saying of words with the body in a certain position.
IT IS TALKING WITH GOD, telling him of your joys and hopes and desires, and receiving back His answer to your own heart, making you know the things that please Him. To meditate is to dwell in thought on any subject. The Christian gains much by meditating on the will and Word of God. Prayer and meditation go hand in hand.
LET ME DESCRIBE a quiet hour of mine which shines out from my girlhood with brightness as I am now writing.
IT WAS AT THE END of a busy day. I was never strong, and the day’s work had made me tired, and its perplexities and annoyances had harassed me, so that I came to my quiet hour with a spirit somewhat troubled.
I SAT on the doorstep, with the clear, starlit heavens above me.
AS I LOOKED UP into the night my thoughts were something like this, “What a beautiful night! It is so calm and clear and quiet, and the stars shine so brightly. God, who is my Father, made those stars, and He made me. He is the Creator of all things.” Then I was lost in wonder as I thought of the greatness of His creations. I looked at the great distance to the nearest stars, and like a flash of light came the verse of Scripture, “As the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him.”* (Psalm 103:11) The thought almost overwhelmed me for a moment. I knew I feared the Lord, and so His mercy was as great toward me as the heavens were high above me! All that space was filled with God’s love and mercy to me. My very soul seemed in awe at the thought. I felt so safe, so calm, so quiet and rested. Then together, my Lord and I, the day was reviewed. My thoughts went back to a place where I had spoken hastily, and I felt reproved and sorry for it, and said, “Lord, I will be more careful tomorrow.” Then my thought went to a time at which I had kept still when someone had taunted me, and it seemed almost as by a voice, so clear did the assurance come to my heart, “I was pleased with you then,” and I said, “Lord, I will try to be even more humble the next time.” So we went over the whole day.
I SAID (FOR THE LORD SEEMED VERY NEAR TO ME), “Lord, do I stand clear in thy sight? Is everything right between Thee and me?” and the answer came back to my own heart in the quietness of the hour, “You are my child, and I am pleased with you.”
IT WAS TIME FOR our family worship, and I rose and went in, with my spirit rested and my soul as calm as the summer night. I have found that these quiet hours with God, these times when I have come as it were into His presence, have been the strength of my Christian life, and I know they are what every young Christian needs.
MY DEAR GIRL, if you are not a true servant of God, the quiet hours in rest and pure meditation will make you better, and perhaps in them the precious Spirit of God will talk to your heart and show you how to come to Him. I pray that it may be so. But if you are serving God, do not miss these quiet hours with Him. Have some time each day to go aside to meditate and pray. Be willing to do and live as you feel in your heart you should do and live after you have thus sat before Him.
LEARN TO LOVE TO BE ALONE, to know how to depend upon yourself for entertainment, and to find in your own heart and mind something to think about and meditate upon. Do not allow yourself to be one of those light-minded creatures who must always have the stimulating effect of a companion to find enjoyment.
08/05/2008
DO YOU HAVE JOY?
Do you have JOY? In our Young People’s Bible Study Class we have been asked to study out a Christian trait and I decided to study JOY. Sometimes as a teenager, you have so many different emotions, thoughts, feelings and struggles whirling through your heart and mind. We need the JOY that only Jesus can give . . . it is the only true JOY that lasts when earthly joy’s don’t!!!
~Felecia
THOU WILT SHEW ME the path of life: in thy presence is fullness of JOY; at thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore. ~PSALM 16:11
THEN HE SAID unto them, Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared: for this day is holy unto our Lord: neither be ye sorry; for the JOY of the Lord is your strength. ~NEHEMIAH 8:10
BUT THE FRUIT of the Spirit is . . . JOY . . . ~GALATIANS 5:22
THEN WILL I GO unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding JOY: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God. ~PSALMS 43:4
TO APPOINT UNTO THEM that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of JOY for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He might be glorified. ~ISAIAH 61:3
AND NOW COME I to thee; and these things I speak in the world, that they might have my JOY fulfilled in themselves. ~JOHN 17:13
07/22/2008
THE SCARS OF LIFE
THE SCARS OF LIFE
SOME YEARS AGO, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
HIS FATHER, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.
HEARING HIS VOICE, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him.
FROM THE DOCK, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go.
A FARMER HAPPENED TO DRIVE BY, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
REMARKABLY, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father’s fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.
THE NEWSPAPER REPORTER who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, “But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn’t let go.”
YOU AND I CAN IDENTIFY with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let you go. In the midst of your struggle, He’s been there holding on to you.
THE SCRIPTURE TEACHES that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril – and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That’s when the tug-of-war begins – and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.
RIGHT NOW, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too – enough to not let them go. So go – tell them how much you love them.
07/13/2008
AT THE CROSSROADS
AT THE CROSSROADS
He stood at the crossroads all alone,
The sunrise in his face;
He had no thought for the world unknown -
He was set for a manly race.
But the road stretched east and the road stretched west,
And the boy did not know which road was best,
So he took the wrong road and went down,
And he lost the race and the victor’s crown.
He was caught at last in an angry snare
Because non stood at the crossroads there
To show him the better road.
Another day at the selfsame place,
A boy with high hopes stood;
He, too, was set for a manly race,
He was seeking the things that were good.
But one was there who the roads did know,
And that one showed him which way to go.
So he turned away from the road that went down,
And he won the race and the victor’s crown.
He walks today the highways fair
Because one stood at the crossroads there,
To show him the better way.
06/15/2008
OF NO REPUTATION
Hey Girls! Hope you all are doing well and enjoying your summer! This devotional was from one of my school books and I hope you guys enjoy it and are encouraged by it.
~Miss Felecia V
“BORN IN AN OBSCURE village, he was the son of a peasant woman. He worked in a carpenter’s shop until he was 30 years old, and then for three years he traveled around the country, stopping long enough to talk and to listen to people and to help them all he could.
HE NEVER WROTE a book, he never had a hit song, he never went to college, he never ran for public office. He never had a family or even owned a house. He never did any of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but himself.
WHEN HE WAS 33 years of age, the tide of public opinion turned against him and his friends all rejected him. When he was arrested, no one had anything to do with him. After the trial, he was executed by the state along with admitted thieves. Only because a generous friend offered his own cemetery plot was there even a place to bury him.
ALL THIS HAPPENED twenty centuries ago, and yet today he is the leading figure of the human race and the ultimate example of love. And it is no exaggeration to say that all the armies that have ever marched, all the navies that have ever set sail, all the rulers that have ever ruled, and all the kings that have ever reigned on this earth, all put together, have not affected the life of man on earth as has this one solitary life.”
(Anonymous)
Yes, Jesus is the ultimate gift of love and He has affected this whole world all down through time more than anyone else! When we see the evil in the world around us, we can trust that He is in control and rest in the hope we have in HIM! Stay encouraged, girls, and keep up the good fight of faith!
06/08/2008
HANDS
Hey Everyone,
Enjoying liberty? 
Not everyone…my dear mum wishes to school me into July *sniff*. Vacations are around the corner for all of us, though, I believe. Keep God first in all you do and wherever you are during the coming months!
Here is another devotional recommended by a friend. It, too, has an awesome message. Enjoy!
~Nastya Andreyevna
HANDS
A BASKETBALL in my hands is worth about $19. A basketball in Michael Jordan’s hands is worth about $33 million. It depends whose hands it’s in.
A BASEBALL in my hands is worth about $6. A baseball in Roger Clemens’ hands is worth $4.75 million. It depends on whose hands it’s in.
A TENNIS RACKET is useless in my hands. A tennis racket in Andre Agassi’s hands is worth millions. It depends whose hands it’s in.
A ROD in my hands will keep away an angry dog. A rod in Moses’ hands will part the mighty sea. It depends whose hands it’s in.
A SLINGSHOT in my hands is a kid’s toy. A slingshot in David’s hand is a mighty weapon. It depends whose hands it’s in.
TWO FISH and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches. Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in Jesus hands will feed thousands. It depends whose hands it’s in.
NAILS in my hands might produce a birdhouse. Nails in Jesus Christ’s hands will produce salvation for the entire world. It depends whose hands it’s in.
AS YOU SEE now, it depends whose hands it’s in. So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your families and your relationships in God’s hands because…
It depends whose hands it’s in.
THIS MESSAGE is now in YOUR hands. What will YOU do with it? It Depends on WHOSE Hands it’s in!
06/01/2008
TOO BUSY FOR A FRIEND
Hey You All!
Graduation is just around the corner! Freedom! lol We had our monthly young people’s service on Sunday night, and if you missed it, you missed a big blessing!;-) The message was on fighting the enemy – the preacher had different people stand up during the message to state “I am a WARRIOR!” lol It was very encouraging!
Here is a short story that has been sitting in my inbox forever. A friend sent it to me, suggesting I use it for a devotional, so here it is;-) It’s called “Too Busy For A Friend” and shows just how much a little appreciation can go. Enjoy!
~Nastya Andreyevna
TOO BUSY FOR A FRIEND
ONE DAY a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
THAT SATURDAY, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” she heard whispered. “I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!” and, “I didn’t know others liked me so much,” were most of the comments.
NO ONE EVER mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
SEVERAL YEARS later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature..
THE CHURCH was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. She nodded: “yes.” Then he said: “Mark talked about you a lot.”
AFTER THE funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. “We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket “They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.”
OPENING THE billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him.
“THANK YOU so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see, Mark treasured it.”
ALL OF Mark’s former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.” Chuck’s wife said, “Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.” “I have mine too,” Marilyn said. “It’s in my diary” Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: “I think we all saved our lists.”
THAT’S WHEN the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
THE DENSITY of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be.
IF YOU’RE READING this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
05/25/2008
WORK
Hey Everyone,
Happy Memorial Day to you all!;-) Hope you all are enjoying your three-week holiday. Here’s a poem that’s a favorite of mine. Actually, I used to have it memorized and would often repeat it to myself. It has a wonderful message. Take it for yourself!;-) May it help you through these last trying weeks of school!
~Nastya Andreyevna
WORK
HENRY VAN DYKE
LET ME but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,
“This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;
“Of all who live, I am the one by whom
“This work can best be done in the right way.”
THEN SHALL I see it not too great, nor small,
To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall
At eventide, to play and love and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best.
