...in the boy's Heart

The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him. "Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open up your heart..."

"You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted.  
The surgeon looked up, annoyed. "I'll cut your heart open," he continued, "to see how much damage has been done..."  

"But when you open up my heart, you'll find Jesus in there." 

The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly. "When I see how much damage has been done, I'll sew your heart and chest back up and I'll plan what to do next."  

"But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He lives there. The hymns all say He lives there. You'll find Him in my heart."  

The surgeon had had enough. 
"I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart. I'll find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well."  

"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there."  
The surgeon left. 

After the surgery, the surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes: "...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, widespread muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant, no hope for cure. Therapy: painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis:" here he paused, "death within one year."  
He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud.  
"Why did Thou do this? Thou put him here; Thou has given him this pain; and Thou cursed him to an early death. Why?"  
The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb, was not meant for your flock for long, for he is a part of My flock, and will forever be here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine. 
 His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace, and My flock will continue to grow." 

 The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter. "Thou created that boy, and Thou created that heart. He'll be dead in months. Why?"  

The Lord answered, "The boy, my lamb, shall return to my flock, for he has done his duty: I did not put My lamb with your flock to lose him, but to retrieve another lost lamb."  

The surgeon wept. The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him. The boy awoke and whispered, 
"Did you cut open my heart?" "Yes," said the surgeon. "What did you find?" asked the boy.  
"I found Jesus there," said the surgeon. 

Self steem ... You Matter!

Having a low opinion of yourself is not "modesty". It's self-destruction. Holding your uniqueness in high regard is not "egotism". It's a necessary precondition to happiness and success. ~Bobbe Sommer

Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one's own sunshine. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love & affection.

We are each gifted in a unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light. ~Mary Dunbar

When people believe in themselves they have the first secret of success. ~Norman Vincent Peale

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. ~Eleanor Roosevelt

Don't you dare, for one more second, surround yourself with people who are not aware of the greatness that you are. ~Jo Blackwell-Preston

There is a Divine and Infinite potential within every soul, an intimate access to the mind of God and the passion of the Universe ~K. Allen Kay

Yours is the energy that makes your world. There are no limitations to the self except those you believe in. ~Jane Roberts

Your chances of success in any undertaking can always be measured by your belief in yourself. ~Robert Collier

You are very powerful, provided you know how powerful you are.
~Yogi Bhajan

The kind of Love I want in my life

Nurse: "It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am , when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have stitches removed from his thumb.

       He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am . The nurse took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.
       I saw him looking at his watch. While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. Asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning somewhere else, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
 

       I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.
       As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. 
       I was surprised, and asked him. "And you are still going every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."
       I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

Love ...

Blessed....

"Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus."

Philippians 4:6-7

No matter What comes against us we are victorious not victims.

Thank you! Everything in me says "Thank you!" Angels listen as I sing my thanks. Psalm 138.

     

“Blessed are those who give without remembering. And blessed are those who take without forgetting.”