Showing posts with label You're with me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label You're with me. Show all posts

Thursday, November 27, 2008

A Friend Is....

Someone who is always there for you,
Doesn't care what you are like
And loves you no matter what.
Lends a hand when you have fallen,
Lends a listening ear when there is no one else.
It loves you for being you
And knows no limits when you need help,
Makes you laugh when you feel like crying,
And when you cry it always gives a comforting hug.
Knows what you like, even when you say you don't.
When you're sick, they're always the first one there.
Knows when to cry with you
And knows when to make you laugh.
Thanks God for you, even when you've done something terrible.
Knows when your heart is broken...
Only a true friend will understand...
--E. E. V.

This is to all my dear friend who have been with me through ups and downs. Thank you for your prayers, for you words of cheer and for your tender hugs. I know I don't say it enough, but without you, I really could not, would not make it. YOU are the best thing that He's given me. Thank you for your samples of love, faith, endurance, praise...and I could go on and on about you...yet, my words would not be enough.
Today the 28th of Nov and tomorrow the 29th, some of my closest friends will be starting a new year full of challenges and new beginnings-- I wish you the best with all my heart and hope that in some measure I can be the help that you have been to me.
Thank You, Jesus for these my co-workers and friends. I LOVE YOU!
--Debbie

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Lifehouse's Everything Skit




ENJOY!

Monday, August 6, 2007

Out in the fields with God


The little cares that fretted me,

I lost them yesterday,

Among the fields above the sea,

Among the winds at play;

Among the lowing of the herds,

The rustling of the trees;

Among the singing of the birds,

The humming of the bees.


The foolish fears of what might happen,

I cast them all away

Among the clover-scented grass,

Among the the new-mown hay;

Among the husking of the corn,

Where drowsy poppies nod,

Where ill thoughts die and good are born--

Out in the fields with God!