Showing posts with label trust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trust. Show all posts
Monday, July 11, 2016
SIX LITTLE STORIES
SIX LITTLE STORIES
I would like to share six little stories with you today. They are short and easy to remember.
1. Once all the people in a village decided to pray for rain. On the day of prayer all the people gathered, but only one boy came with an umbrella "THAT'S FAITH."
2. When you throw babies in the air, they laugh because they know you will catch them. THAT'S TRUST"
3. Overnight we go to bed without any assurance of being alive the next morning, but we still set the alarms to wake up. "THAT'S HOPE"
4. We plan big things for tomorrow in spite of zero knowledge of the future. "THAT'S CONFIDENCE "
5. We see the world suffering, but still we get married and have children. "THAT'S LOVE"
6. On an old man's shirt was written a sentence "I am not 81 years old" I am sweet 16 with 65 years of experience. THAT'S ATTITUDE."
Saturday, May 25, 2013
The Storm
Years ago, a pastor was on a long plane flight and resting very comfortably, when the warning lights came on, "Fasten your seat belts." Then, after awhile, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."
As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."
And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of of air; the next, it dropped as if it were to crash.
The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
Then, the pastor suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid." The minister could hardly believe his eyes.
It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, the pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.
The sweet child replied, "Sir, my Dad is the pilot, and he is taking me home."
Physical, mental, financial, domestic and may other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane into an apparently uncontrollable moment. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a darkened sky.
Let us remember:
OUR FATHER IS THE PILOT
HE IS IN CONTROL AND HE IS TAKING US HOME!!!!!!!
Isaiah 43.
Author unknown
As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."
And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of of air; the next, it dropped as if it were to crash.
The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
Then, the pastor suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid." The minister could hardly believe his eyes.
It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, the pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.
The sweet child replied, "Sir, my Dad is the pilot, and he is taking me home."
Physical, mental, financial, domestic and may other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane into an apparently uncontrollable moment. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a darkened sky.
Let us remember:
OUR FATHER IS THE PILOT
HE IS IN CONTROL AND HE IS TAKING US HOME!!!!!!!
Isaiah 43.
Author unknown
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