From
New York City, on a cold
day in December, some years ago, A little boy, about 10-years-old, was
standing before a shoe store on the roadway,
barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold.
A lady approached the young boy and said more
. . .
We
convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married,
have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't
old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After
that, we're frustrated that more
. . .
The
story is told of a king who had a close friend with whom he grew up.
The friend had a habit of
looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or
negative) and remarking, "This is good!" One day the king and
his friend were on a hunting expedition.
The friend would load and prepare the guns more
. . .
Mary
and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky.
Lucky
was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company for a weekend visit, they would warn their
friends not to leave their luggage open, because Lucky would help
himself to whatever more
. . .
"Watch
out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me.
"Can't you do anything right?" Those words hurt
worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat
beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I
averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for more
. . .
My
Mother's father worked as a carpenter. On this particular day, he
was building
some crates for the clothes his church was sending to an orphanage in China. On his way home, he reached
into his shirt pocket to find his
glasses, but they were gone. When he mentally replayed his 
earlier actions, he realized what had happened;
the glasses had slipped
out of his
pocket unnoticed and fallen into one of the crates, which he
had nailed
shut. His brand new glasses were more
. . .
Like
any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way,
she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for
a new sibling. They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl,
and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in
Mommy's tummy. The pregnancy progresses normally more
. . .
The
pastor coaxed, offered warm milk, etc. The kitty would not come down.
The tree was not sturdy enough to climb, so the pastor decided that if
he tied a rope to his car and drove away so that the tree bent down, he
could then reach up and grasp the more
. . .
Sally
was only eight years old when she heard Mommy and Daddy talking about
her little brother, Georgi. He was very sick and they had done
everything they could afford to save his life. Only a very expensive
surgery could help him now . . . and that was more
. . .
More
Miracles Still Happen
Ruth
went to her mail box and there was only one letter. She picked it up
and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope
again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and more
. . .
There
once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town.
One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent,
old birdcage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if
in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak... 'I was walking through
town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this
birdcage. On the bottom of the cage were three more
. . .
Sally
jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating
room. She asked, "How is my little boy? Is he going to be OK? When can
I see him?" The surgeon said, more
. . .
The boy
stood with back arched, head cocked back and hands clenched defiantly.
"Go ahead, give it to me." The principal looked down at the
young rebel. "How many times have you been here?" The child
sneered rebelliously, "Apparently more
. . .
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